Feeling More Secure
Disparities are known,
And only shown to be of interest...
To reveal the effectiveness,
Of divisions and widening gaps.
Leaving many feeling more secure,
That others are being left behind.
And they are the ones proud to expose,
The updates of their periodic findings.
'I could care less what status they have.
As long as we are perceived as doing,
Much better than they are.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Texture of the Mix
The texture of the mix...
Does not sit well on many lips.
Barriars are being broken.
An unspoken mending begins to end...
Divisions and conflicts supported.
With a marketing twist.
Abandoned by many.
While others have druthers,
Not to birth more of it.
And...
Has left the taste for those who wish,
More substance and less ghosts,
To boost and boast...
Empty and expensive visions.
As a loss of cost effectiveness...
Has proven ineffective,
For those intentions meant.
As knuckles grip,
To expose an absence of hemoglobin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Planting Misdeeds
Envy and jealousy kept to keep to spread,
Eventually creeps into the heads of others.
And this feeling deep seated,
Increases in the minds of sisters and brothers...
To find them defeated every time.
With hidden agendas and secret plots to deplete,
Happiness shown of any kind
Leaving a hatred left to suffer by all.
Take a look.
Petty thieves, leeching crooks and deceivers...
Are everywhere planting misdeeds.
Ask yourself this question.
'With what effectiveness am I participating,
In the nurturing of weeds to kill the bloom of flowers?
And is my progress as successful as it can be? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disparities
Like fallen leaves...
In Spring.
A scene that rarely happens.
Or the sight and sound,
Of someone tap dancing on their knees.
It would seem out of place.
Such disparities as these.
And applesauce is not tossed,
From grapevines on grass dewed
By morning mist.
Unless it is composed...
As an artist's rendition on an oiled canvas.
And strangers passing one another,
In total darkness are not aware they are there.
Would you...
If you did not know,
Someone near could be pursued?
Would you say hello?
Or tie a bow in unlaced shoes?
Disparities may come to mix and blend,
Seasons that entwine to kiss briefly
Before one has to go.
Disparities of a separateness...
Yet an eclecticness between them flow.
Disparities like snow melting from trees,
As heat brings two to freeze a kiss.
Disparities gathered and played consonantly...
On piano keys for ears to hear,
And not for eyes to quickly dismiss.
Disparities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinding Effectiveness That Feeds A Quest
Toxic are those envious who eventually destroy,
The existence of their own as shown to be done.
With such a blinding effectiveness that feeds a quest,
They become proud to make it known...
As their best effort yet without recognizing,
A diminishing done to their own survival.
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Take Me Or Leave
Take me or leave,
Where found upon your discovery.
Emotions quickly rushing to attach...
I have been through that,
With far less teasing.
Take me or leave,
Without a display of interest...
With lingering eye contact.
Nothing about it can again entrap.
Unless you reveal a true feeling of affection.
Too old am I getting,
For a slow process of baiting.
Too aware of my senses,
To allow them to dance unconvinced.
And sitting on a fence in suspense,
No longer satisfies an anticipation.
Take me or leave,
Without a display of interest...
With lingering eye contact.
Nothing about it can again entrap.
Unless you reveal a true feeling of affection.
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
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Result of Your Creation
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Although it has come to confront...
You rather grunt in irritation.
Nothing about its appearance,
Stirs within you a contemplation to explore...
The origin.
You rather ignore it.
Just like everything you do that is done.
Everyone has begun to notice the crumbling...
Coming to do what has to be done that stuns,
But you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor do you wish to know,
It is what you reflect and your neglect
Has left it to grow!
To bring some to weep and many to sow.
Whether or not you accept it to harvest...
Does not affect the effectiveness of the trap.
And the setting of it,
Accepted or not is too damaging for you to take back!
Turn your head on that if you will.
But it is still a result of your creation!
A devastation of a planted ignorance...
You believed would bloom into fruit you would eat!
Like quick sales of stolen goods on urban streets!
Your mindlessness comes back to defeat you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Either you are too blind...
Or being ignorant is a desire you wish,
With a hope others will find in time!
And that time is not too far from your behind.
Unfortunately...
It is your mind that has come to find these times appealing!
With every denial you bring.
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Having An Interest
Having an interest to understand something,
Makes it easier to comprehend.
And that understanding wanted increases to flourish,
With a nourishing that heals and mends.
And an acknowledgement needing not to be prompted.
Although on the other hand...
If there is no concern expressed shown at all,
After scratching one's head to the obviousness of it.
Those questions asked about why the lack of interest...
Will also quickly fade away eventually.
Leaving that which only has interest directed,
Getting all of the attention without the requesting...
To at least express some.
And when none comes,
Why bother?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
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Strength Overshadows
Dulling are those thorns,
Once sharpened to prick.
Dulled are their effectiveness,
With a wounding done...
One has learned to heal from quick.
Scars once shown,
Have disappeared.
Without a trace of them at all.
And those victimized stand,
From a crawl to walk ever so tall.
Dulling are those thorns,
Once sharpened to prick.
As if deceivers have been revealed...
From the crevices of their wickedness.
And this exposure has left them sick.
When one chooses to ignore their critics,
A strength overshadows...
Those maneuvering in darkness,
To inflict their evilness.
Leaving them to surface with...
Useless intentions left upon tight and silent lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Moan
When they moan...
They are much upset.
And beset in troubled homes.
When they moan...
Storm clouds have arrived.
And they can not hide,
Their groans.
When they moan!
Fed up by the rise of lies,
Told about but denied.
And there is no where to put aside their pride,
When they moan.
With a besetting that upsets them...
In their troubled homes.
And displeasures once unknown are shown.
As they gather to scatter chatter,
That droans.
When they moan.
In voices now condoned,
They moan.
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
When they moan!
Dedicated:
To my Latino brothers and sisters,
experiencing injustices 'anywhere'...
all one day will be well.
Your struggles have not gone unnoticed.
And your contributions are duly noted!
I love you.
~LSP~
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The same things that lead to disparities in health in this country on a day-to-day basis led to disparities in the impact of Hurricane Katrina.
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I 'Recently' Changed My Mind
Could I live with myself,
Sleeping with a seeking...
To revenge an act done to me,
Deeply sinking in as if intended?
And I promised myself,
To let such foolishness go.
Could I?
Would I hold onto thoughts,
Without a wish to abort them?
To continue to be reminded,
Who initiated the impregnating...
As if I laid in waiting to satiate it?
Would I be that consciously stupid,
To not use some kind of protection?
Forgetting what was done,
Forever!
Knowing inside of me,
This feeling would grow to sit.
Making periodic visits.
And could I go through belaboring a birth,
Surging to emerge and pretend it goes unnoticed?
Knowing in my mind it isn't worth it to suppress.
Or...
Would I be proud to deliver a healthy punch,
With my right as I might...
To address it as expressed?
'Owww!
What did you do that for? '
You don't think I am going to carry around,
What you did to me...
For months.
And not harbor 'any' remnants of ill feeling?
Do you?
DO YOU?
'But...
You 'said' you forgave me.'
I thought I did too!
Well...
I 'recently' changed my mind.
Ahhh...
NOW I feel okay about leaving it all behind.
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Giving Up On Status
Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.
Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
Nobody has to have it.
That status as a habit.
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Lack Of Interest
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
'I would love to participate,
With the giving of my time.
But calling me at midnight,
Two days before the event...
Expecting my excitement.
When you spent an entire year,
Procrastinating?
Thank you for your show of respect.
But at this hour,
I would like to get more rest.'
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
With an advertising campaign,
Gone unknown.
~We didn't think you'd be that serious about it,
Since we are just throwing it together.
With a hope of its success.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obviousness Of Improprieties
Politically speaking,
How much correctness is left?
How much of it is there,
Yet to still be addressed?
And politically speaking...
Where are those willing to confess,
The business of their politics,
Whether right or left inspected...
Has spent too much time,
On addressing correctness.
A tremendous mess that has been left,
No longer impresses...
Those most affected,
By the obviousness of improprieties.
And,
Politically speaking...
Who is monitoring the effectiveness,
Shown to have been neglected.
And reflects upon a declining of a social etiquette.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why?
it been almost a year.
the same question still remain.
why did you go?
why leaving me here with pain?
left feeling so confuse.
just wanting to scream
but, will anybody hear?
would anybody seem to care?
my world is broken.
don't know where to start.
when you left,
you took pieces of me,
will i ever get them back?
maybe not.
just tell me it'll be okay.
because i'm tired of asking why.
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The study of law left me unsatisfied, because I did not know the aspects of life which it serves. I perceived only the intricate mental juggling with fictions that did not interest me.
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A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
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This Is All That They Value
An enforced need to continue fear and grief,
To uphold beliefs of a fading greatness...
Lifted by a costly campaign of propaganda.
Has achieved one thing.
A system with an economy falling to bits!
As racial divisions are ignited to incite.
While foreigners increase...
Their ownership with investments.
Do mice thrown cheese care who supplies it?
Does a people born feeling they have entitlements...
Recognize their selfishness.
Or have mindsets to deny their self centeredness?
How can they?
When all that they've known...
Are conflicts to pick to protect their interests.
And this is all that they value,
From a way of life that began for them.
And these standards for them have always been shown!
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