For the Sake of Being Clever
Here to energize and motivate.
Not to attempt to make a quick escape.
For the sake of being clever.
Too many are using this medium for that.
If Shakespeare did it...
He wouldn't be popular to use by copycats.
Who today consider him great!
But in his day....
Upon him some spat.
That's what people do...
When a truth is pursued.
And someone dares to rub against...
Those who are offended,
As they sit comfortably on a hidden fence.
To later jump on a bandwagon...
As if to convince they too have been there,
To protect and defend without pretense of intentions.
Only then to gather as much attention that can be mentioned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just A Fence
I say this in truth and not in pretense
All else I wish to own is just a fence
A fence that is made out of steel or wood
Placed around my property as it should
Around my home to protect like a guard
So my dogs won't escape from their yard
I want them to be free without a restraint
To run and play without a neighbors complaint
A fence also to be a barrier from the street
So the many dangers or hazards they will not meet
But sadly I am poor and I have no extra expense
So all that I wish for, is just a fence.
poem by Randy McClave
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The Truth About Lying
A lie and the truth are one in the same, both are necessary allow me to explain.
Some say the truth will set you free, but that “some” is no part of me.
My truth in your eyes is blasphemy, the truth being that I even lie to me.
Mistakes are errors left uncorrected, also known as opportunities neglected.
The truth is always the first expected. A lie is born from the truth rejected.
Truth is a word so infected by the mouths of those who so diligently protect it.
The very people who refuse to accept it.
My truth is mine and it changes all of the time, thus I protect it by lying.
Not to myself but to everyone else and never with any bad intentions
Never out of disparity for attention, only to avoid a preconceived misconception
poem by Tessa Hanson
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Those Who Habitually Lie
Those who habitually lie,
Will try their best to decieve others...
With performances to convince,
That the ones unafraid to speak the truth...
Pursue the doing of it,
To purposely mistreat them.
By a direct use of honesty.
As if someone intentionally slit their wrists to bleed.
Those who habitually lie...
Seem to have a compulsive need,
To disguise a hiding of their acceptance of truth.
And character assassinate the ones they please.
Much disrespect is done to the ones,
Habitual liars attempt to project their pretentions on.
With facades of sobs and a childish innocence,
To depict themselves as having only sincerity meant.
That is quick to surface to argue against,
Anyone who dares to put a dent...
In a carefully charaded integerity,
Masked by a defense when offended.
Those who habitually lie...
Seem to have a compulsive need,
To disguise a hiding of their acceptance of truth.
And character assassinate the ones they choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fight For Defend The Rights Of All Humanity?
'I will' determination affirmation of character
'I will' measure of moral commitment weigh soul
'I will' destiny courage which must face dangers
What courage who dares defy injustice corruption evil?
Who dares plant explosive comments risk why suggestions?
Who dares risk life ever risked at sacrifice personal peril?
Politics to please all is paradox mission impossible?
There are those who love truth hate truth passionate fiercely?
'I am offended by that' a trivial attention seeking sport?
Is it a personal ego statement which belittles serious issues?
Politicians televised seek to entertain win votes with wise cracks?
Who will actually fight for defend the rights of all humanity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Today People Aren't So Patient
Remember when a self loathing,
And feelings of defeat...
Were attention getting empathy grabbers?
And someone would approach with eyes dancing,
To convince that life was such a joy to live.
Do you remember being lifted from your woes like that?
By such genuine caring.
I hope those days are long gone for you.
I wouldn't try that 'woe-is-me' stuff today!
People are not so patient.
Today...
Any expression of feeling down and out,
Just may be enough incentive...
For someone to help you both find a quick way to end it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The talking animal's
As I become, a fictitious narrative.
Creating a fable story, about a dog, cat and a mice.
The dog name Bog, the cat name Spat, and the mice is Spice.
Bog said to Spat, why are you chasing Spice?
Spat said, because, I want some of that rodent slice's.
So, you want to cut him into piece's.
I am hungry, Bog! Spice come to me, I protect you?
Okay Bog, I hope you really, going to protect me.
Spat get back, please! I don't want to hurt you?
So you think im a cat; I can't beat you?
We going to find out, Spat the big alley cat.
Bog the little mutt; you a bluff Bog.
Spat, end up, chasing the both of them.
poem by Derrick Clark
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Popularity Bestowed
To declare someone or a thing done,
As popular...
Is a point of view.
Like a fad one embraces,
Until the taste of it is replaced...
By something else considered fresh,
And updated.
In some schools these 'labels' given,
Hold true too.
With a giving of attention...
To a uniqueness that is mentioned.
That others may attempt to replicate.
But when something is determined by some,
To become popular...
Others may perceive that a popularity bestowed,
May go to one's head to marinate to stay.
To carry around without sleep.
With a thought of this believed.
To be accepted as received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Did The Shunning
Once done...
And in retrospect,
As one reflects!
Being ostracized,
By those finding,
Others not living up...
To either their standards,
Or expectations...
Should leave many today,
Feeling thankful and quite blessed.
At least they already know...
They will be the last ones called upon,
To help rescue those...
Out from the depths of their standards.
And a call to participate in doing so...
Will not come from those who did the shunning.
Not those with their values and lifestyles to protect.
Not those active in doing the ostracizing done...
With a tasteful pretense and social precision,
Years they had placed in effective rejection.
This from them will not be addressed!
They have too much awaiting on their plates today...
To attempt any escape from embarrassment.
Those chests puffed up are covered in dirt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Love of Life I've Come To Know
I did not come to know love,
To rid myself of it to hate.
I did not choose to unlock a door...
To then escape by building a gate.
I did not hop a fence,
To convince anyone I could run.
I did not come to face the truth,
To allow what I've learned to be undone.
I did not concentrate,
To then refuse comprehension.
I wanted and sought more to understand...
And stand to feel the Sun upon me come.
I did not come to know love,
To rid myself of it to hate.
I did not choose to unlock a door...
To then escape by building a gate.
My choice,
Was not to hide but decide my voice I'd share.
To say those things I felt and meant,
From a caring awareness I had to declare.
I did not hop a fence,
To convince anyone I could run.
I did not come to face the truth,
To allow what I've learned to be undone.
I did not earn anything,
With a purpose to throw it away!
Or someday myself betray.
Not to sacrifice this love of life I've come to know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
Id like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
Id like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
Im not too partial to the meat,
When its cooked too long and Im made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think Id enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. just a medium. medium.
? ? ? and I smell the pits but ? ? ? ? ? .
I couldve sworn a ? ? ? last week and scrubbed like ? ? ? .
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. medium. medium.
song performed by by Incubus
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Feeling Truth a Bit Too Thick
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Feeling truth a bit too thick,
And uncouth.
Believing it to be wicked...
And undoing the deceit,
You are accustomed to.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would campaign to smear my name.
Deny knowing me and have me framed.
You would even prefer to see me shamed.
If I claimed to live a life doing what I felt was right.
If I denounced having an appetite,
For slandering others I didn't like to backbite.
And stirring up arguments just to provoke a fight.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Choosing to manipulate.
And wanting me to participate.
With others you select,
As disposable playmates!
And I have a consciousness you fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What Happens When Truth Is Spoken
Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
Of course I am 'still' talking about truth.
And that's the tragedy of it!
Even when it is mentioned people want to stop it.
They want to disrupt it with a show of disrespect.
To prove they can throw it indignities.
And to leave it as if that is accepted.
Well...
I say NO to that!
It is NOT accepted!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
You aren't paying me any attention are you?
That's what happens when truth is spoken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Is Meant To Be Told
With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.
The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.
Watch them mentally self destruct.
'Who? '
Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.
'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '
Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.
'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '
It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Trying To Sell This
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.
Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!
I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.
That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Too Sensitive
Is it just me?
Am I the only one left believing,
No one can be taught integrity?
Or meet a thief to teach,
The basics of honesty.
And when that is applied?
While listening to the use of their alibis.
If someone denies,
A personality flaw...
That is clearly out of hiding.
And infuses it as a mechanism,
To further attempt...
They are trying to convince,
They are dealing with it.
Only to reveal a deepened lack of common sense.
Or a pretense,
They await an allowance of a consent...
For an intention meant.
Is it just me?
Observing a waste of time unneeded?
Or am I being too sensitive...
In not allowing myself to comprehend,
People who use excuses over and over again...
Do so because they are sincere.
And not the disrespectful,
Human beings they appear to be?
Afterall,
Why should I be the only one to be appalled?
And I should apologize for any offensive remarks I make,
By bringing this to their attention.
And let them walk all over me,
As a defense to protect what I am not understanding!
And instead of complaining when someone steps on my toes...
I should allow this as an exception?
And hop on one foot!
I should also demand free entry into Disney World as well!
That should solve all of the issues I have,
With the breakdown of all social dysfunctions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!
A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decree As Sacrilege
If I don't like what you say...
I don't like what you say!
I am not going to condemn you...
Because your views are not what I want them to be!
Or that I believe my outlook with values attached,
Are better than yours.
However...
If you do attack my values that are valid to me,
I will get angry!
Especially those I can not defend,
When I become offended by the embarrassment...
Of blatant hyprocisy I 'may' live or express openly!
'That' I will decree as sacrilege!
Even though your truth exposes my pretense!
And an obvious reality of your comments...
Based on actuality I would like to keep hidden!
There should be somethings kept and left respected,
As being totally false and a paradox of my existence.
And...
I just might hate you for that!
You have no right to interfere,
Or probe into my interpretations!
They are 'my' interpretations of truths.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nip It Quick
There is a big difference between,
Seeing a thing for what it is.
To comprehend its meaning and existence.
Than it is,
Trying to avoid it.
By crossing a street.
Climbing a tree.
Or running to escape from it,
By hopping a fence.
To look back to see that it has grown bigger.
Those who make attempts pretending,
What 'is' does not exist.
Eventually find that digging a hole,
To hide from the growing enormity it.
Suffer from consequences they can never repay.
It is always best to be proactive,
No matter who or what.
Becomes offended by the action.
And face those dilemmas when they arise.
Like being strict with a child,
Regardless of how cute that child may be.
The first time there is a sign of disobedience occurring,
Nip it in the bud quick.
Do not give up to quit.
If not.
The control to introduce a discipline when it is too late,
Is a fate one confronts that is inescapable.
When one is fed what is allowed to become an addiction.
And an attempt is made to stop it?
All hell breaks loose.
Nip it quick!
Or a price will be paid for it.
If not.
Prepare to give up everything that once had a value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Say Something
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
If anyone had good intentions,
Wouldn't you think,
Those intentions clearly...
Would be done and not mentioned?
It's like someone who has an expectation.
And the rising of excitement,
That teases with anticipation.
A frustration enters,
When disappointment arrives.
And here it is...
Excuses and lies!
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
And you are left sitting to wonder,
Between hesitation and comments to make.
But your lips remain sealed.
However...
Your eyes are not connected,
To an expected acceptance of your patience.
'You look as if you can kill me!
Say something.
I meant to call you.
You know that.
Say something.
Say 'something'...
Anything! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popular Thug
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Everytime the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing
Never have to say
Please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay
And two semi autos
And connects in the jets
Like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think about tomorrow
Please
I should have known by the way that you stared
Eyeing Passes by like you're rich but life ain't fair
But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life
The rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled
Cuz they locked they jaw
Aw Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain
Then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change
Then I'm gon' change
I should have seen in the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman
But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
You don't know it yet
It's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what it was
But you did it out of love
Shit
Far from deprived
Give you all of you fetishes
Like treachervous necklaces, beget etceteras
Colors coming out make your head spin like exorcist
Spending bright futures in the hood
All them no good messages
I should have heard it in the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone you were formulating games
But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
Hey, popular thug
song performed by by Kelis
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