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Few and Far Between

Preferring subservience,
Over self determination...
Feeds those begging,
To be seen with appetites...
Under spotlight.
Telling tales of struggles.
For a fee paid!
During the short celebrated days,
Of Black History Month.

An enhancement done,
Of an identity with committment...
Ignoring and resisting resentment,
Takes self assurance.
And a freedom felt...
No one can deny,
By the raising of an eyebrow.
Feared by those wishing to please,
And entertain as appointed.
Commissioned to deliver,
Minutes of guilt freeing reflections.

But those who are aware and know themselves,
With minds untethered or locked in chains...
Pierce through empty promises,
To be acknowledge when these attractions dim.

Goldleaf wishes to adorn 'wings'
In a glorified afterlife with a halo glowed...
May be in the eyes of those,
Hoping to gain favor.
However...
Those who do not 'trip' like this.
And not conflicted as to who they are...
Are few,
And far...
Between!

Those who are aware and know themselves...
Do not need these scenes,
To manifest their ambitions to reach for greatness,
Beyond the limits of staged sterotypes.
OR delight in such paid performances...
To then select from donated boxed meals.

'If you are going to feed me 'anything'...
Feed me your respect! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Your Face

In your face.
And scrutinized on a daily basis,
That should not take place with such curiosity.
But it does with the getting of attention.

I am an American man.
And labelled black to be made aware of that.
To offend many when my proudness is expressed.
I have always had ambitions to be my best.

With a dignity I wear my identity to expose.
I have never had a wish to be depicted as a stereotype,
To appease those who are white to please appetites.
Not me I am happy to be who I am.

And then there are those who wish to be viewed,
As 'good' Negroes.
With obedience and subservience,
Served to those they'd rather not upset.

I am an American man.
And labelled black to be made aware of that.
To offend many when my proudness is expressed.
I have always had ambitions to be my best.

Does this confession make me 'less' patriotic?
Or am I 'more' American because I have beliefs...
To be the best human being that I can be.
Regardless of any images that provide others with relief.

How you depict with descriptions to abuse and define?
Is a problem you have to overcome in your limited mind.
With time given to dread or not.
And 'that' will never be a question you will hear me ask!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Deliver Great Impressions

Feed their dreams.
Not their anxieties.
Avoid the realities...
Of their living days.
Don't exclude their delusions.
Use them to excite.
Use them to ignite their hopes.
With intoxicated appetites.
Feed them a vision...
Of what a greatness means.
Feed them and sustain their attention.
Then do nothing you mentioned
With an intention that is 'seen'.
You deliver great impressions!
But none of that expresses...
What your suggestions are,
For cleaning up your mess!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deviant Ways

How can you say you hate me with a passion,
And then become compassionately submissive...
With a hunger for me to feed.

What is it about me you despise publicly,
In other's eyes?
Yet privately delight to sweat,
In my arms under 'my' sheets.
With a begging of me not to let you go?

And you wish others to believe this...
To keep me from them distanced?

You wish me your private 'piece'?
But discreetly you seek,
From ME loyalty?
For FREE?
In this economy?

I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!

If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
Why should I tolerate that nonsense,
These days.
I am not your secret trash to used,
To scratch your rash.
So you can hit it and dash as you please.

Since you want to continue to give me 'shade' in public.
And expect me to keep silent about your 'kinkiness'.
There is going to be mutual dividends to this.

If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am 'paid'!
A 'P' with lots of 'AID'!
If you are expecting me to protect,
Your deviant ways.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Yourself Be Aware Of Depth

Recognize minimize limits,
From inside and decide...
To reach beyond,
That which divides.
Close your eyes in boundless darkness.
Know all wants and wishes,
Come from this.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Recognize minimize limits,
From inside and decide...
To reach beyond,
That which divides.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Close your eyes in boundless darkness.
Know all wants and wishes,
Come from this.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

The Earth...
Is part of the Universe.

Let yourself be aware of depth.

From birth...
We come to Earth to nourish.

Let yourself be aware of depth.

The Earth...
Is part of the Universe.
From birth...
We come to Earth to nourish.

Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strike Up The Band

Strike up the band.
Do not permit us for another moment to sit.
You have already persisted...
You are the maestro of your gifts!
So strike up that band.

Come forward and produce your talents.
We insist.
At least reveal the evidence,
You have 'it' and they exist.

Too many have serviced us with lip.
And you have staged an entrance,
With...
Wishes from us to see you exit through it.

Take the baton in your hand.
And lead us through...
How your hard work and sacrifice,
With a mix of sweat and paid dues...
Has developed with an appetite,
That will inspire and delight too!

And prove you are worthy,
To command with deed.
Or leave the spotlight...
That feeds more of your ego,
Than any initiative given.
And this is not perceived.
It is a vivid observation.
You appear the only one here,
Who can not 'see'!

So strike up that band.
Too many are serious.
And prepared they are...
To take a stand!
Command what you have.
Or leave!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obedient To Subservience

Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
A subservience inflicted had been intended to restrict,
Those teased although strickly limited.

And yet today,
The ones who stood in the way to delay and prevent...
Opportunities meant for everyone,
To taste...
Have been from them taken away.

Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
But those who insisted to exclusively greed,
Have discovered they regret such a selfish need to feed.

Obedient to subservience,
Has come to open the eyes of those self serving...
With an overwhelming permanance,
That exposes a blindness hindsight can not remove.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entities Ineffective

No one wanted to sell a ticket.
Or hand out a flyer to promote their talents,
To induce an influence.
And strengthen foundations with identity!
Their minds are not of that quality.
A potential for greatness,
Came.
Gone.
And by them missed!
But they each wanted to get paid...
For time they had spent,
Dismissing this event.
Getting together to socialize instead...
And this 'selected' intention,
Was not initially meant!
It did not sit inside their heads.
Not for this production.
Or what it required and would represent.
This production sought sweat...
With a message of intent.
It was beyond a hobby.
There was a hidden meaning within it to be sent.
But their ignorance did not realize that.
They could have showcased their skills to the world.
And that was not fiction!
That was indeed fact!
An historic undertaking was about to unfurl!
Yet they kept a gaze on their pockets.
Proving their minds were stuck and locked.
Blocked within egos that did not stop.
And no one understood,
That challenge that came to knock.
Or how God had provided them with 'gifts',
To raise consciousness!
They do not get this connection then!
That is why they remain...
Entities ineffective now.
Maintaining a sustained,
Subservience to shallow greed.
A need to complete yet leaves unfulfilled!
Although thrills at that final curtain bow.
Mintrels collective of paid but vacant deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Spent On The Hype

Even after all of the performances are done.
And the expense spent on the hype,
Leaves no one in the audience excited.
Or feeling their appetites have been satisfied.
The curtain on the stage will come down.
And the spotlight will be turned off.
As reviews the next day will be read.

Prescriptions will be filled.
And medications will be taken.
Even after all of the performances are done.
No one will be convinced,
Their reality lived has been truthfully represented.
Or the expense spent on the hype,
Will deliver to anyone a dividend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Agreement With Your Assessment

Perception?
I am aware of your needs.
You announce them,
On a daily basis.

Rejection?
I am not the one,
To manifest your pain.
Or wave a banner to claim it mine.

And not a guilt trip will you stick me with...
As you take my time to whine!
Accept my disconnection,
As a sign of the times...
To release in your ear...
My clearing you out of my mind.

Can you hear me freeing myself of static?
How about the sound,
Of my unpacking of your baggage?
Remember when I carried that on my back?
It is being returned.
I am not your butler, housekeeper...
Babysitter or surrogate weeper.

Imperfection?
I am totally in agreement with your assessment.
And that part of me,
You will never have to see again.
Isn't it refreshing...
To know we are both progressing?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feed On Me

They are dying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
They are hungry and need feeding
They've resigned themselves to fate
They are desperate men
Death's written on their face
When your will to live
Is all but gone
And you're left alone
But you need someone - feed on me
Feed on me
They're outgunned and they're outnumbered
But they'll never turn to run
And the 'in name of freedom's'
Written with their blood
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Inevitably far outweighs the gain
Feed on me
Feed on me if you need to breath
Feed on me
When your hunger strikes you down again
And you feel your inner strength has drained - Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat
They aredying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Enevitably far outweighs the gain
When your will to live has almost gone
And you're left alone and you need someone
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat

song performed by by Judas Priest
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One Who Loses

The one who loses
Is not the one aware
Of a loss or losses lost!
The one who loses
Is the one aware
Of a win that must be won!
This one is not aware of disgrace that comes!
The one who has lost...
Has paid the cost and gains!
And remains unchallenged.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extendibly Kept

Greatness declared,
Seems almost too simple to say.
Too simple to adorn that which isn't...
With such a high placed esteem.

Greatness just to say,
With few ways of it expressed.
Seems as if a parody,
Of what isn't there with wishes it could be.

A greatness achieved and extendibly kept,
Takes a constant self reflection.
And a careful watching of one's steps.

A greatness achieved and extendibly kept,
Takes repeated self examination.
With a wanting always to do one's best.

Greatness declared,
Seems almost too simple to say.
Too simple to adorn that which isn't...
With such a high placed esteem.

Greatness just to say,
With few ways of it expressed.
Seems as if a parody,
Of what isn't there with wishes it could be...
Forever peceived and to others believed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spiced With Choice Ingredients

Feasting on ethnic heat I feed.
Spiced with choice ingredients!
Disqualified I'm declared...
To breathe air my birthright brings.
How foolish these things swing back and forth
In the minds of those
Discouraged by my lack of subservience!

My ancestors did not wilfully play in bondage!
Not of my blood.
Not of my composed heritage,
That leaves me here today with dues paid!

You 'may' criticize my stance and flair for life!
That's just the tip of my arrogance!
I don't owe you anything...
And that's the joy I have!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Consciousness that is aware

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This Consciousness that is aware
Of Neighbors and the Sun
Will be the one aware of Death
And that itself alone

Is traversing the interval
Experience between
And most profound experiment
Appointed unto Men—

How adequate unto itself
Its properties shall be
Itself unto itself and none
Shall make discovery.

Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be—
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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As They Prepare And Await

As they prepare and await to have a confrontation,
Those who have been aware of this...
Have paid them no attention.
None that threatens,
Other motivated intentions.
So they continue to pretend,
Not to notice them.

And since there is a higher consciousness involved,
Those wishing to dissolve their hidden insecurities...
Prove they are clueless,
As to what they should do next...
To further undermine themselves with an undressing,
Of their immaturity and limitations they can not leave.
At least to keep protected from an obviousness.

'What are they doing over there? '

~The obvious.~

'But shouldn't 'they' be aware of it? '

~Yes.
They should.
But apparently not from our point of view.~

'I have an idea.'

~What is it? ~

'Let's pretend with hints we are concerned.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Craftsman

I was asked to do a reading!
And at one time I did them free.
But don't 'expect' for me to do them...
Without offering a fee!
What I do is a skill!
Like teaching or carpentry!
And when I am approached by churches?
They throw that guilt trip...
And exposure thing on me!
And IF their ministers get paid,
To deliver 'the word' from God?
I think they misunderstand my 'gift'!
Since 'this' what they ask from me...
Has been directly given The Master's nod!
And the God that 'IS'...
Has blessed me with my 'gift' to get paid!
And 'if' that is not something that is understood...
From 'me' those who don't agree,
Will get 'shade'!
Is it believed an electrician,
Will turn on the lights...
If an agreement of payment is not made?
Laugh if you wish!
But I am a craftsman at this!
I have skills.
And for them one has to pay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political Theatre

There is a stage of life,
When the connection to it...
Should inspire an acknowledgement.
And those of us blessed to be human beings,
Grow to appreciate being a part of nature...
With expectations to make this quick visit,
As best as it can get.

And then there are those who make manipulation,
As a means to adjust the spotlight.
They want to ensure others are aware...
There is a power they've obtain,
To decide for themselves...
Whose appetites for this life,
Deserves more of a feeding...
And they will choose who shares this light!

It's all political theatre!
Drama to ascertain...
Who amongst them should split the riches.
And who will sit in the audience,
Observing these egos...
At their expense!

It's all political theatre!
A sham representation of a rewritten script.
With no respect for the director.
And terrible performances...
Judge by those who have grown sick and tired,
And have had enough of the fighting that is witnessed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Free Fee Days Without Acknowledgement

If I am to become of service to you...
At who's expense,
Would my deeds be dispersed...
And dispensed?

What would be the benefit...
If I should exhaust my time,
Just for the goodness of it?

And if I am expected to produce my best...
Would you make it a priority,
To ensure my needs are met?

And when I am done to your satisfaction...
Would you make it clear,
Your appreciation is sincere?

Or would you do like others have done...
Take full credit!
To leave me with none.
And left ignore to make comments...
Like I've heard before,
'Why should you expect anything...
For something you do,
That comes so easy for you! '

So don't take offense,
If I mention I like to eat.
And my needs require a fee.

Since begging to me,
No longer returns a dollar...
Or makes sense.
Especially when my time I have spent!
While others offer nothing,
But a look of surprise when I make hints...
That my bills need to be paid.
Also my rent!

'You are either going to feed me...
Pay me!
Or never bother me again!
And if you choose to pay me...
It will be the fee I say.

Those free fee days without acknowledgement,
Have gone!
If I'm gonna slave like I did in those days...
These days I want to get paid!
With a clarity of my wants and needs exchanged,
Appropriately with compensation.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rhythmic Sedations

Rhythmic sedations,
Have them seduced...
And captivated by stagnation.
Assigned to sterotypes,
They struggle and fight to maintain.
Behind masks that traps them,
Defining entrapments...
Loved and keeping them blind.
They do not find themselves behind the times.
Dysfunctions produced have induced,
Recycled motivations to feed only the taste...
Of a thumping bass.
And trained they are to accept chasing their tails,
Like dogs.
Believing a progress is being made...
With new instruments to supply updated beats.
To each ritualistic hymnal sung!
Effective to entertain and sustain inactivity to praise.
Rehearsed each day...
For dynamic Sunday performances.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is About Identity and Principle

What difference does it make,
Whose heart you take and break?
What difference will you fake next...
If you say you've made mistakes,
When those mistakes leave heartbreak...
Over again,
In a thoughtless process unconsciously taken!

And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One's integrity and dignity.

This is about those areas of life,
That have never dawned on you.
Because you are just too caught up in 'things'.
And no one can pay for magic to happen...
If one's mind is already established in ego!
To adorn and impress,
A valued emptiness.

And...
Let me leave you with this,
When did you determine I was not Afrocentric?
Was it before or after you recognized I was not subservient?
Or after you obtained the benefit of my efforts...
Erased from beneath your footsteps.
And I had been freed with blood I left...
From displaying a humblizing ignorance.
You find to market is best.
Or was 'that' something you had been told?
By those sold on reaching for already polished gold.

You do not remember the days,
The path you did not pave...
Had not been laid with choices,
Do you?
But I forget...
You represent that generation absent of deeds.
Delusioned and free of struggle.

You just want to shine...
Regardless of who holds your spotlight.
Or who had paid to have that light shine upon you.
I knew those unafraid to be challenged by those paths unpaved.
And perhaps my comfort with that...
Leaves you opinionated that I am not aware,
I am black?
I just don't carry the affects of that on my back!
And why should I...
When every stride I glide is still followed!

And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One's integrity and dignity.
And none of that do you represent...
As a means for your survival!
I can where...
And with whom I sit and eat.
That is something yet I can not do.
As I pretend to be unaware...
Of the closeness of my oppressor's teeth.
And you...
Could care less of who makes the mess.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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