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Fabric of Thought

When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.
What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told,
Just to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!

When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.

In such distrusting hidden ways.

What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!

One soundly is led to believe...
A way of life lived,
Leaves and gives a respected ease.
Secured in a tight knit fit of safety!

Only to exposing,
A fabric of thought...
Woven and quilted into mindsets.
And taught by those insecure!
And supressing...
A denied contempt for themselves.
That is...
Cloaked!
Within a stitching of hypocrisies!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beat Down Those Creeps Found

Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.

Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.

Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.

Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.

Get to caring.
And sharing.
With those you held close.
And love the most.
With forgiving that can come...
And forgetting what was done!
When they weren't the only ones...
Lieing on the run!

Get to caring.
And sharing.
Don't wait to repay...
A 'shade' somebody gave to you,
That you should let fade away!

Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.

Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.

Forgive and forget what was done,
When they weren't the only ones lieing on the run!
Or sleazing in discreet with misdeeds they release!
You don't have to be like that to whoever you meet.

Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.

Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.

Beat down the creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down those creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down the creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down those creeps found.
Beat down those creeps found.
Beat down those creeps found.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking All The Rules

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.

Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.

Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.

You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.

I can feel it!

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Mindsets Have Been Fixed Upon Self Reflection

They were told.
They were WARNED!
And they,
Ignored.
But...
The hyprocrites found time to pray.

And prayed they did and some all day,
To have things 'specifically' done their way.
Believing themselves to be left in charge to command.
And across the land,
They popularized their misdeeds.
With an increasing arrogance that kept others oppressed.
Believing themselves to be blessed...
To perform acts of stubbornness,
Instead of selecting to perform acts of correctness.

They were told.
They were WARNED!
And they,
Ignored.
But...
The hyprocrites found time to pray.

And today...
They collect themselves in groups to protest.
Upset by the truth that has come their way.
And today,
Their mindsets have been fixed upon self reflection.
But not a mirror will get them to see,
An overdue need...
To self examine with an honesty they can not face.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surreptitious Acts Done In Cloaked Mystery

Those satisfied factitious factions,
Duped producers of hoodwinked actions.
Have come to see their misdeeds diminish.
With revelations the masses now see had menaced...
Standards,
And values...
Of grandiose lifestyles,
Finished.

Those who birthed an unearthing wickedness,
Exposing the depth of their clandestine mental illness.
Surreptitious acts done in cloaked mystery to deceive.
Now finds them pressured under surveillance,
Demanded...
By appointed no nonsense,
Awakened authorities.

And squeezing them into oblivion.
To sit in prisons behind bars locked.
As confessions nonstop,
Spill unblocked with forgiveness pleas.
And witnessed from their quivering lips...
In a public disgracing humiliation received,
To be believed.

These liars now the feast of truth!
And consumed by their travesties.
To bleed and in isolated grief,
Wail!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden

I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.

No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.

And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.

And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Calculating

Mistakes?
There is a difference,
Between those deliberately made.
And those created with a premeditation done.

Those who say they have made a mistake,
After taking time calculating their manipulations...
And caught!
To be found to weep,
For the humiliation they have reaped...
Exposed by their misdeeds,
Will 'always' be deceivers.

People like this,
Should never again be believed.
But an empathy with forgiveness,
Seems to stop instantly those tears from dripping!

Overcompensating their mistakes...
As unconscious activities?
Would be acceptable except...
People are proud to leave behind,
Witnesses and descriptions that depict...
Their strategies,
To undo someone else.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Active Detractors

Active detractors,
Are the first to become highly incensed.
When their covert actions to divert attention,
Does not influence
With their negative intentions meant.

The use of slander and deceit to defeat,
A position taken or one to despised
Only increases the integrity seen,
Before those who have opened eyes.

And everything tried by those in hiding,
In the creation of more of their lies to achieve
Only exposes them to be the doers,
To be the cause of unsolved explanations.
Received by some as mysteries.
But discovered to be the reasons cloaked and undercover,
To be in the way delaying what should and could be
Successes to be believed.

And those active detractors,
Only desire blame to shame
Those who live to do good deeds to please,
All of humanity.
And not their own selfish feeding of greed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Best Of Intentions

I had big plans for our future
Said I'd give you the whole world somehow
I tried makin' good on that promise
Thought I'd be so much further by now
Never could build you a castle
Even though you're the queen of my heart
But I've had the best of intentions from the start
Now some people think I'm a loser
'Cause I seldom get things right
But you make me feel like a winner
When you wrap me in your arms so tight
Please tell me you will remember
No matter how much I do wrong
That I had the best of intentions all along
Chorus:
I gave you a ring
And I promised you things
I always thought we'd do
But my best-laid plans
Slipped right through my hands
To show my love for you
And if you could read my heart
Then you'd know without exception
It was all with the best of intentions
Chorus
So here I am asking forgiveness
And praying that you'll understand
Don't think I take you for granted
Girl, I know just how lucky I am
Though you deserve so much better
You won't find devotion more true
'Cause I've had the best of intentions
Girl, I've had the best of intentions
Yes, I've had the best of intentions loving you

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Scandalous Decisions

Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects...
Implanted.

Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.

They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.

Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.

Bullying has lost magic.
And building up fears just-to-feed-a greed.
Has got some demons pleading.
The rights of all are doomed!
And gloom is what's ahead for those trusting...
For others to remove their lusts!

They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.

Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.

Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.

They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.

Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects,
Implanted.
And...
Soured demons try,
To disenchant these days.

They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plowed, Planted, And Weeded

the human mind
is but a field...
it has to be plowed,

planted and weeded..
it needs sunlight and rain.
if the gardener is attentive,

the crop will be good.
if we let it lay untended,
it becomes a field of death!

the crop that we raise
is the food of the future...
plowed, planted, and weeded!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cloaked and Hidden Agenda

You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think your creepiness comes to bother me?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.

I've got a remedy to chill the heat,
Of that cloaked and hidden agenda.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
When you free that hidden agenda.
My mind is not blinded or fast asleep.
I see right through you and I don't have to peep.
That repeated game will be your defeat.
With that cloaked and hidden agenda!

You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.

I've got a remedy to chill the heat.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
But I'll beat that hidden agenda!

Those tactics that you use will be put to bed.
With everything you've done and everything you've said.
And I'm going to be the one to end your dread.
And your cloaked and hidden agenda!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Award Winning Crops

For any wrongs done,
By those accused to be abusers...
Let us insist those accusations cease.
Today!
Let us all believe,
Forgiveness done...
Is a forgiveness received.
We can overcome,
Misdeeds of those seeds planted!
Supplanted in despair unwarranted.
If we all choose,
To refuse to feed on substitutes.
And only caress a harvest of goodwill.
Gathering within our nests,
What is best that fulfills...
To root and strengthen a quality of life,
That produces award winning crops...
Of all kinds to nourish diverse tastes,
With a satisfaction...
That is condoned and completes,
Everyone who seeks the desire!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picked to Pluck

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

Everyday there is a revelation,
About the infestation of your misdeeds.
The depthness of your deceit...
Has a bottomless stopping.
This I can see.

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

I can't believed you smiled in my face.
And planning in the back of your mind,
What from me you could take.
And you had me suspicious of my neighbors and friends!
You had my ear and fed it with an ease so sweet.
Just to empty my pockets.
While you preached wholesomeness and values...
You yourself did not into to keep!

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

You make your steps in shallowness.
Professing with your self righteousness...
As you campaign to protect,
The diminishing standards
Of a quality of life.
Qualities you left long ago,
When you began to live...
A double standard corrupted life.

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

You get no sympathy here from me.
If I should see the authorities...
Dragging you publicly down the street.
After what you've done,
To me and others...
And thousands of those in communities,
Wherever they are to feel the affects of your 'disease'.
Whoever is suffering from a wake up call they can not believe...
I hope some see you for who you are now.
Since I can not be the only one,
You have...
Picked to pluck,
To live together like gutter butts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Leave Proof Of It

It may be fun when one is younger,
To create lies and make up stories to tell...
On those people chosen to victimize.
Those who carry pain inside of themselves,
Most of their lives they can not hide.

But the ones who are most affected,
By their deceptions and wickedness...
Are the many who age at various stages,
As guilts upon their minds begin to visit.
While their misdeeds offer no escapes or exits.

'God does not like those who perform acts ugly.
To leave proof of it with them to snuggle and hug.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Frightened To Turn Off The Lights

A race to quiet and defeat truth,
Is on the rise.
Everyday someone is changing,
The events and what took place.
And 'whom' did what to 'who'...
With such embarrassment and disgrace.
Even a forced chuckle faked,
Can not charade a nervousness displayed.

A race to quiet and defeat truth,
Is on the rise.
Lies are being told by those who are shallow.
As if to do this gives them a popularity boost.
While choosing to defend and hide behind insecurities,
With a marketing done of a personality...
That doesn't sleep well at night at all.
And too frightened to turn off the lights,
To fall into anguish and darkened agony!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dressed In Personas

Yes...
You may come in to sit and chat!
You may come in...
Feel welcomed and relaxed.

You are invited to explore beliefs,
Released from tensions created by deceit.
I will not greet you with conceit,
Or provide an atmosphere teased to defeat!

I too have known flight from misunderstanding.
And I stood my ground...
When I found I refused to fail my mission
To be unconditionally 'me'!

And I learned how upsetting that can be...
For those still dressed
In personas that keep them hidden,
Cloaked and tested.

Yes...
You may come in to sit and chat!
I recognize where you are at!
And it feels so good we both are here...
Without seeking direction.
Focused with introspection free,
And undenied.
Being who we are...
Unthreatened with nothing to hide!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those...Inequities!

There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!
Those injustices left to leave,
The ones thought and believed...
To be dispensible.

The ones who displayed,
No apparent influence.
Those who are now seen...
To have had appropriate insight.
But disregarded and demeaned.

There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!

And yet...
The power to do that effectively,
Would entail the power...
To change the rotation of the Earth.
To rename the Sun and the Moon.
And the time of one's birth.

With a claiming that all misdeeds done...
Were not planted to ruin anyone's life.
What a wasted intention...
If this was meant,
As a means to undermine one's sacrifice.

But these acts directed,
Were merely enacted...
To invite them to have more fun!
And this...
Was a miscalculation,
Of an understanding.
Left to go misunderstood and unexplained.

But 'hopefully'...
Now,
Comprehended!
With a forgiveness that can be given.
With a forgetting that is transcended.

And those hidden crossed fingers...
One hides,
But yet to be discovered.
To be painfully broken or bent!
Or...
Severed in acts of revenge.
If that is one's druthers to ensure the other...
Comprehension for all can now begin!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undo The Right

(willie nelson/hank cochran)
If you cant say you love me say you hate me
And that you regret each time you held me tight
If you cant be mine forever then forsake me
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
It was right when you loved me only
But wrong when you held another tight
So before you go away and leave me lonely
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
Its too late to say your heart is filled with sorrow
You cant undo whats done
Why do you try
So please so I can face the new tomorrow
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
Its too late to say your heart is filled with sorrow
You cant undo whats done
Why do you try
So please so I can face the new tomorrow
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right

song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Perhaps I Am Just Tired

at first
i may feel sorry for you

it does not linger somehow
there is no ash in my forehead

on a second thought
i feel proud of myself for having told you the truth

we can be blessings
in disguises having given you pain

at night when i am all alone
i think about it

i feel like a bow
life size

with all strength that i have mustered
i shoot you in that darkest night of your life

i feel the speed
it is more godly or godlike

there is divine contempt in me
but with all my good intentions

i tell myself
it is all for you....for you...all for you.

when i did it, i never thought of a name or a face
i did not even think of myself.

last night i rest my head on a pillow
i had a very sound sleep....perhaps i am just tired.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ones Who Dare to Face Deceit

Those who 'snitch' and/or whistleblow,
And represent uncommon correctness...
Rarely today ever shown,
Are resented.
And this for them is felt and known.

This is not a new revelation expressed!
This has been a way of life,
For those who have ever spoken out...
In an unsolicited truthfulness.

The ones who dare to face deceit,
Are character assassinated...
By those above reproach.
Who take it upon themselves,
To ensure others meet defeat!

But those eventually inflicting those affected,
Finally are the ones 'used' to become victims too!
When the misdeeds they do to others,
Come to cripple their activities...
In ways displayed the Creator chooses!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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