Fermented In Chemicals
Conditioned to live lives,
Totally ridiculous!
Gifted children left to drift,
Aimlessly.
Fed values of nonsense,
That are marketed to feed
On limitation!
A devastation marked,
To ruin a segmented population...
Has to come to an end.
For the future of this generation...
To rebuild from a negligence,
Implemented by an ignorance!
And that has left us all defenseless.
A seriousness of hope...
Will eventually come to grasp our minds!
To unwind from this intentional deed.
Seeded.
To allow...
A harvesting,
From an addiction to weeds.
Fermented in chemicals to daze and weaken.
Lifting to struggle against this illness!
To acknowledge an appetite for greatness...
Tasted.
As it should be done.
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With A Praising Of Mediocrity
Why does anyone believe,
Someone's originality...
Can be successfully reproduced.
As if in the doing of theft,
Is one's right and moral obligation.
And people today are left to wonder,
Why their foolishness is accepted as nonsense.
And the seriousness of their abilities,
Is only perceived by those of equal limitation.
With a praising of mediocrity that sickens.
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Conditioned That Money Should Be Prized
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
With the use of color of their skins,
Light in complexion or dark as night...
Their minds with insights may be encased in,
The mentalities fed are to use this as a weapon,
To defend or ignite one's bigoted and racist appetite.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
And those who champion the marketing of images,
Aren't going to consciously reflect true beauty...
As it should be.
Beauty will be selective.
And chosen as a commodity.
To sell to those impressed,
And depress with suppression...
Those weakened through enforcing a belief!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
Of course they are going to feel subservient,
From birth until their lives end!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Those who get and hoard it best,
Will have others believe...
Their minds are at rest!
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Familiarity From Them Suddenly Leaves
Why do people panic,
When a familiarity from them...
Suddenly leaves their lives.
And they have nothing left,
But to focus on that which they've denied.
Like reality!
Without the kicking of those,
Who tried to present it!
And now they make no attempts,
To show themselves in public...
With warnings, suggestions or solutions.
It is almost as if...
Those who struggle with an ignorance,
Are now on their own to combat it!
And no one to blame they remain defenseless.
Since no one is there to sympathize or listen.
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Divisions They Have Created
Observing those taking offense,
Against policies and initiatives they implemented...
Is like listening to someone complain,
About the price of cigarettes and gasoline...
While waiting in line to purchase them at any cost.
People have grown accustomed to debating themselves.
As if those overhearing them,
Become attracted to the redundance of the limited topics.
Divisions they have created,
Have outdated realities.
They refer to the 'others' as those on the 'left'.
And yet,
They are 'right'...
With their insignificant infighting complimented with backbites.
Their own divisions they have created,
Escalated devastation.
Clearly they are a people of greed,
Wanting more of it for themselves to feed.
With an outsourcing of jobs...
For cheaper labor to pay as their economy slipped away.
They were the ones to oversee this travesty,
As a means to quietly lift themselves...
To the land of abundant gluttony.
Divisions they have created,
Deletes the fact of their discreeted deceit.
As their own hands dipped
While a diminishing of beliefs of those values and standards,
Were going unpoliced!
They speak of a greatness only reviewed on sporting fields.
They speak of a greatness on streets of decadence no one feels.
To lead is to know how to follow.
To greed is to know how to follow those like this who lead.
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Last Breath
One second left to live:
Who are you prepared to forgive?
Maybe the one that betrayed your trust;
Maybe the ones that plotted your demise.
One second left to live:
How many widows can I feed?
How many children can I cuddle?
One second left to live:
How many souls can I tell about Him?
To whom can I show mercy?
One second left to live...Jesus!
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All The Rhetoric Expressed
I've heard it said,
That the liberals...
Are not conservative enough.
They are too far left of center.
And yet...
Those on the right of center,
Are just as equally responsible...
For this nonsense being prioritized.
And,
Having nothing to do with...
Having a united consciousness.
Not one that establishes and confirms...
All the rhetoric expressed about greatness!
The greatness of what?
One's capability to flaunt one's ignorance?
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
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Lesson #1
Lesson #1...
You can not convince those,
Who have made up their minds...
That an alternative approach,
Will provide a better benefit.
They will not hear it!
Since their minds have been blocked,
And limited.
Leave them alone,
To experience their own ignorance.
And by doing this...
You have removed yourself,
From feelings of guilt and remorse.
Left behind for someone else,
To eventually admit.
You must allow them to confront their egos...
On their own terms.
If you don't...
No one grows to learn!
And an ego on a rampage,
Isn't worth sacrificing...
An earned peace of mind!
Leave that nonsense,
To find its own way.
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
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Some Notice. Some Don't. Some Live It. Many Wont!
If you have right winged thoughts,
About leftist ideals.
And whose liberal ways,
Do not appeal to those of conservative zest and zeal.
With a republican platform stance.
Or broadminded values,
That those democratics chant!
All who live decidedly with divided feelings,
Reeling from a racist hatred...
Created from ignorant rhythms danced.
You might as well be in hight orbit around the Earth.
These days now lived have distanced you.
And none of those points of views,
Are currently being romanced!
Not even from the best of those,
With propaganda wishes on their minds!
Folks today of a higher consciousness...
Are doing their ultimate best,
To leave that kind of nonsense behind!
To embrace what has arrived...
That has been labelled,
The future!
Some notice.
Some don't.
Some live it!
And many wont!
While others are left to feed,
On barbaric seeds.
Remnants on fields of needs abandoned!
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Opposing Points of View
We are conditioned to fantasize truths,
And animate hatred as a form of entertainment!
Then we find ways to medicate ourselves...
To flee from realities haunting with nightmares.
Blaming others for not accepting a way of life,
That disturbs those who gather seeking peace.
Creating conflicts to implement this disease...
That creeps from a birth that leads to division,
Without remorse or self reflection!
With fears that 'enemies' threaten this mental illiness!
And peace is marketed to maim and weaken...
Using high tech weapons to kill and eliminate,
Opposing points of view that challenge with alternatives
That seek to please needs...
Without the bleeding of blood tasted,
Fed and addicting to those who are teased...
To cross these borders illegally to feed,
And digest!
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Everywhere They Lead
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Poisoned minds are blocking the strides of progress.
With digressive displays of ignorance.
That hampers those of intelligent intentions...
To deal with the postering of idiots!
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Morons like this,
Have titles and positions all over the place.
And everywhere they 'lead'...
There is left unbelievable confusion.
Just to get around their incompetence,
Leaves those with a thought to think...
Doing their best,
Not to prove they can do it!
And...
To keep themselves as far away as possible,
From the mess the mindless have created.
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The Hype and Marketing of Medocrity
They belong to that generation,
That just isn't going to get it!
They are the ones adorned in 'bling'.
Life means for them to live externally.
The surface thinkers with no depth.
Reductive reasoning...
Has not a mind within them,
Where that kind of thought process...
Has of yet not met.
They belong to 'that' generation!
The folks who have no clue as to why?
But quick to plan for the 'when' and 'where'.
AND...
How much will it cost,
To take them 'there'.
Whenever and wherever there 'is'!
That's what we have done to these 'kids'.
Disconnected from thoughtfulness.
Wanting the end result...
Without putting discipline and hard work to the test.
That's what we have done to these 'kids'.
Many now adults...
Without enough common sense between them to share.
Or time to spare...
If it does not address self gratification.
And some of 'us' STILL expect greatness?
But...
Who is there in a mindset left to know,
What the better of best is?
To identify a greatness when it has been achieved?
Who can really today say what that even means?
Since the hype and marketing of medocrity...
Has made nonsense 'high' on low self esteem!
And those uptight who scream...
Do it!
But...
For what purpose?
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Those Sugar Plum Fairies
You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?
I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!
Who are the few continuing to benefit?
And what device is used to keep those following,
With such an addiction to keep feeding on this...
Revolving nonsense?
And to where have those with a consciousness,
Been chased away to get away from all of it?
If ever there was a need for those with minds of clarity,
That need for them to speak up...
Is NOW!
With a hopeful forgiveness given from them granted.
'But...
What about reprisals? '
REPRISALS?
From who?
What part of devastation have you yet to witness?
What beliefs do you keep have you not seen as false?
Wake up!
Those sugar plum fairies have been lowered as a preference,
On everyone's Christmas list with a 'tripping' to get a loan.
Very few are left to brag about their good credit ratings.
And the safest place to stay today,
Is in a foreclosed home!
You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?
Comeon!
I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!
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As The Master Suggests
Wasn't it just yesterday,
It was said...
He was too incompetent to lead.
And today they hope he succeeds,
To keep them protected...
From experiencing total economic devastation.
And yes,
The situation is a mess.
But guess who's gotta clean up...
After they have treated themselves,
Less than guests.
Guess who's left to paint the veranda,
As the master suggests?
Then joke...
Sitting from a chair,
Known to be the master's favorite seat.
Overlooking the cleanup.
And sharing jokes with similar minds...
About eating fried chicken,
Watermelon.
And who commits all the crime!
Producing babies 'they' can't feed.
And guess who's left to paint the veranda?
Me!
Wasn't it just yesterday,
It was said...
He was too incompetent to lead.
And today they hope he succeeds,
To keep them protected...
From experiencing total economic devastation.
And yes,
The situation is a mess.
But guess who's gotta clean up...
After they have treated themselves,
Less than guests.
Guess who's left to paint the veranda,
As the master suggests?
And guess who's left to paint the veranda?
As the master suggests.
Guess who's left to paint the veranda?
As the master suggests.
And guess who's left to paint the veranda?
As the master suggests.
And guess who's left to paint the veranda?
As the master suggests.
Guess who's left to paint the veranda?
As the master suggests.
And guess who's left to paint the veranda?
As the master suggests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well, It's Nuclear...
well, it's nuclear rain,
voices without names,
faces etched in pain,
lives given in vain,
it's nuclear rain.
well, it's nuclear night.
cant tell wrong from right,
hope is out of sight,
men stand alone and fight.
it's nuclear night.
well, it's nuclear stillness.
past the point of forgiveness..
the dying cry out to witness.
the ego driven illness.
it's nuclear stillness.
well, it's nuclear devastation.
the home divided by the nation.
the individual sold to exploitation.
to bondage and incarceration.
it's nuclear devastation.
well, it's nuclear hell.
the spirit put on sale.
the body just a shell.
the truth it cannot tell.
it's nuclear hell.
well, it's nuclear death,
fear steals the very breath.
everything taken nothing left.
child of Cain, child of Seth,
it's nuclear death.
well, it's the nuclear dawn,
all that ever was is gone.
the weak devoured by the strong,
god left to walk alone...
it's nuclear dawn!
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It Is Guaranteed
Eventually the root of a situation,
Bears the fruit,
Of what has been planted.
It may take longer,
Than something else seeded.
Something deeper intentionally done...
Without the acknowledgement,
Of the one who is to reap...
What another has sown.
That takes time on its own,
To shed upon it the truth of daylight!
In time a tainted harvest,
Crops to the surface.
For everyone to see...
What has been done to whom and when,
And why.
And if a provided taste does not correctly please...
A search to unearth this deed,
Will uncover the culprit!
Usually not too far...
From a fixation one has with weeds.
Discovered,
Delighting in the growth and appearance of it!
Eventually the root of a situation,
Bears the fruit,
Of what has been planted.
That is a given.
It is guaranteed!
Eventually.
Like a bad seed enjoying deceit fed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feed Me Love
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me some love as a main course.
Do not tease me with it as if it is dessert!
Whatever you say it will do for me,
I want that fed to me as an entrée first.
Feed me with it to quench my thirst.
Do not tease the love I hunger and deserve.
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me love,
And fill me up with it!
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Poppycock
Because he is black,
He believes he is held back.
He is!
And so are they!
Because she is black...
And attractive.
She believes she was hired for that!
She was!
For display.
Because I am black,
And proud of that fact!
I can not understand...
Why many blacks can not accept,
Who and what they are...
Will always be attacked!
There is a sickness attached,
With insecurities no one can match.
People are conditioned,
To believe in superstitions...
With inflicted intuitions to expose an ignorance.
And yet superiority can not be proven,
By the advent of incompetence.
Anyone can look around,
And observe standards and moral attitudes placed...
Crumbling to the ground!
Live and in living color.
Very few of these images,
Are broadcasted in black and white!
And what is done undercover?
Produces all shades of everything.
Making what one's values...
With traditions they uphold,
Little sense left to fathom to maintain, grasp or follow!
It's all poppycock!
'There you go!
Bragging about your sexual prowess,
Again! '
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