Frocked or Hip Hopped Into Frenzied Affectations
My outspokenness,
Had been considered blasphemous.
In fact from me some folks became distanced.
Thinking of me to be a demon sent.
But I never represented,
Hypocrisy.
Nor did I follow their decadence.
These contradictions to me made no sense.
And now in my silent peacefulness,
I am not the one rushing about seeking a forgiveness.
My observation of truth has not required interpretation,
To see through a pageantry masking those of grandiose sins.
Whether frocked or hip hopped into frenzied affectations.
To adorn themselves with boldened symbols,
While faking a display of their vacancy of faith portrayed.
I need not with others to congregate that way.
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Ceremonialized and Robed to Disguise
Be strong and not be convinced,
Of wrong doing.
Too long have those desperate for truth,
Were kept silent and held captive...
In confessional booths.
No longer has their faith in God betrays.
The veil has been lifted to reveal those wicked.
And those of self righteousness,
Can be dismissed for their solicitation...
Of a discreeted decadence.
While from pulpits they pointed...
To defame others rumored to sin.
NOW...
Look at them!
Swimming in the depths,
Of sins they secretly wallowed in!
Be strong and not be convinced,
Of wrong doing.
Too long have those desperate for truth,
Were kept silent and held captive...
In confessional booths,
That symbolized...
A releasing to free of their sins, alibis and lies.
Only to discover and realize...
Ceremonialized and robed to disguise,
Were the listening ears of the demon.
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Obsessed
Even if you are in it to win,
Or sitting on the sidelines cheering...
Be there on top of your game!
Whether rehearsing for performance,
Your mind is on it from the time you arise
At dawn!
This is something you can not take off,
To put back on!
You have declared it something that you do!
Prove it!
Be there on top of your game!
Having hope and faith...
Pacing through the motions taken,
Does not create results.
If nothing you do makes it happen.
Be fully awake by going beyond expectations!
Taking 'five' to socialize...
Just delays reality!
Frustrate if you wish.
But know this...
There are no bit parts to play for 'stars'!
Accolades are not rewarded for intentions.
Not today!
If you are not on top of your game,
Because you love what it is you do...
Regard it as a hobby to fill in the passing of time.
Remove from your mind the faking of seriousness.
When doing 'you'? It should be about business,
Always!
Every moment lived is an audition.
And success is a gamble one takes.
Not guaranteed for trying!
Too many lie to themselves and become disappointed.
Thinking about hitting home runs...
Instead of sweating through the making of attempts.
'Feeling' the perfect pitch when it comes!
A few know what one actually looks like!
They have been in place,
Most of their lives.
Others talk...
Building up confidence as if seeking assistance.
They believe something made to look like fun,
Comes easy to the one enjoying it!
They discover too late in life,
Work applied is required.
Heartbreak mending had to be done.
And working on a dream to come true...
Is a constant thing!
No one obsessed or beseiged with what they do,
Is lucky!
That observation is just what it is!
An 'observation'.
An assessment not invested.
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Delusions Of Grandeur
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice, you've got to cease
This fin-de-siecle pretence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In consequence
I cannot recommend
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Insight Without Feistiness
Why I should I host,
A disgust I hold?
After years of acknowledging,
A faith I trust has boldened my soul.
Too much of nothing,
Surrounds and makes attempts...
To narrow and close my eyes.
Emphasis on lust and decadence,
Blocks out the Sun...
As if clouds darken the skies.
Why should I host,
Those who boast only about themselves.
I did that myself when I was younger.
But as I matured,
I peeled away pretense and lies.
I've spent too many years,
Self examining with a consciousness.
And freeing myself of nonsense...
To lay insecurities I had at rest.
Have I become jaded,
With the experiences to me that came?
Am I too observant of thoughtlessness,
Quick by others to vocalize.
Offending as this is displayed.
Have I become too old to critique?
As a feistiness within me fades?
Have I become too concerned with grace?
To prove I can do this as I age!
Why I should I host,
A disgust I hold?
After years of acknowledging,
A faith I trust has boldened my soul.
I should let go of this,
As a feistiness within me fades.
I should let go of this,
To prove I can show...
How gracefully I can grow older.
With an insight without feistiness,
As I age!
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When You Last Visited
With the wearing of emblems and symbols,
To declare a faith and belief to profess...
They've been saved and they show this has been addressed.
And the many who do this believe they've been released,
From creating to initiate chaos and confusion...
In their minds they keep affirmed until the seeking is reached.
And the ones not affiliated,
To designate themselves followers of a denomination claimed...
Are often solicited with a nitpicking them into guilt and shame,
For expressing their choice to stay away from hypocrites...
Found to gather in numbers to congregate their hidden ills,
As if to pray away the decadence and filth within them instilled.
'But you can not have a true relationship with God,
If you keep yourself separated from the church.'
~I find that odd...
That a bird, tree, blade of grass or any animal I pass,
Seem to exist without conflict.
And those who sit with their issues and conflicts,
Are more disturbed but quick to defend...
A teaching of The Word they do not listen to comprehend.~
'You are a heathen and you are going straight to hell.'
~Gee!
That sounds frightening.
But tell me this since you are experienced.~
'What's that? '
~When you last visited,
Was it really as hot as you remembered it? ~
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An Absent Guardian to Be Forgotten
Eventually,
Excuses made and told...
Become as dangerous as an infectious disease.
Explanations heard that occur are incurable.
And those accustomed to inflicting them,
Are contagious carriers.
For them there are no boundaries.
Or areas that are blockaded with barriers.
From lips of those who are leaders elected,
To those self righteous and elevated to heights of piousness...
Twisted are the mouths of those secretly discreet and sneaky.
And yet...
Like criminals who are subjected to the support of the weak,
They are granted a wholesome forgiveness.
Like relatives who aid and defend the actions of their imprisoned kin.
Even though...
Crimes and sins against humanity are committed.
Submitting to an integrity that has honesty with appeal,
Is as foreign as the observation of it.
Rare in sight and in action.
Delusion, deceit and the telling of blatant lies...
Have been given tremendous loyalty.
And this loyalty has distanced truth...
To become an absent guardian to be forgotten in the pursuit,
Of being held accountable for those values that have plunged...
Into an abyss!
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Seated Next to Hypocrites
Must we discuss,
The lost side of negativity?
I choose not to reset bitterness,
To sit within me and make uncomfortable,
My stress absent environment.
It is not that I am unaware of negativity.
I refuse to endorse its presence or existence.
And I care less how much of it is around.
So is prostitution!
Look at the many ways,
People are paying to get screwed.
Yes.
I have heard about the devil as well.
Especially by those who can show their devilment.
In re-anactments experienced.
Again and again!
To then preach about decadence and sin!
With free flowing scriptures quoted.
On many traveled block from coast to coast,
You will see these folks confessing misdeeds
Of their unconsciousness.
With the innovation of a gifted excuse maker.
I know about that.
And I know about them!
The eyes are not only limited to what can be seen.
The heart and mind are connected by thoughts.
and I have been taught...
Not to keep my mind focused there to pay homage.
I want to free myself from those inflictions.
And to make a visit to congregate to pray against...
Sins of our own and others,
And not 'for' lives loved as creations of God,
Defeats the birthing process.
The progress I have adopted
Is injected with happiness.
I'm not about to acknowledge sins.
Or beg for forgiveness...
Once my research has been completed.
Nor stand self righteous from a pulpit.
Knowing I disguise my lust!
In God I trust!
That's it.
And I listen and watch,
Where God reveals He wants me.
And I am sure it is not to be seated,
Next to hypocrites.
God already Knows...
I'm not having none of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Belief System
Some folks do things,
Because they want others to 'believe'...
They 'are' somebody.
Who knows what's up,
The sleeves of people like these.
And those folks with 'beliefs'
Who know they have 'always' been 'somebody'
Don't need to look for acknowledgement.
They are going to get it anyway.
Because of who they are!
And wherever they are...
Good deeds done,
Seem to be always something done they do.
There is no belief system used to convince.
There is an obviousness without the need to mention.
It is in the existence,
That transcends what may or may not be...
What comes forward off of people's lips,
For others to physically with their eyes see.
And...
It is not because of what they want others to believe!
That this is so,
From embellished exaggerations.
Entertaining and released from an implementation.
And fantasies from them born...
To come to life and grow!
It is in the observation,
That proves a deserving worthiness...
Upon which others bestow,
Those of merit that receive attention.
Leaving to be distanced,
Those folks who wish others to believe
They are 'somebody'.
And they are...
Provoked into some self serving action.
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Growing Up In the Projects
You want to know what it's like,
To grow up in the projects?
Being different and taking risks?
'Can't be that bad! '
Follow me.
'Where are we going? '
Up to the roof.
'To the roof? '
Yeah.
I want to show you something from my point of view.
Now...
Turnaround.
Put your hands behind your back.
'Why? '
I'm going to tie your hands behind your back.
Then I'm going to blindfold you before I leave you alone.
'But...
I might fall off the roof.
Aren't you concerned about that? '
You'll learn to adjust.
If you want to survive.
And...
If you can not get up from a fall?
Maybe you were too blind not to pay attention.
Some steps some folks shouldn't take.
Listening and observation is key.
Common sense is precious.
You be surprise how many lessons one learns,
Growing up in the projects.
'But my hands are tied.
And I can't see.'
I use to hear that all the time!
~Boy! Can't you see my hands are tied?
I can't see where the next dime is coming from.
And all I get from you is lip! ~
Note:
Not too many folks I knew who grew up
in the projects became victims from the experience.
In fact, most of the folks became very successful people.
But...that was a time when expectations were high.
And many years ago when folks chose to have 'some' identity
and dignity connected to the 'self' and a growth process.
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Decadence
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice
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We Are Human
They say that life is a bitter pill
That we all must take after every meal
But sometimes that pill is so hard to swallow
As the road up ahead, it is hard to follow,
We all have demons that we must overcome
And it is easily done as a prick of the thumb
First we must redeem our past and sin no more
We must fight those battles and then win that war,
We must seek and wish for virtue and inner peace
A calmness of the soul so our worries might cease
Our past sins and transgressions we must forsake
While acknowledging our past with a wake,
We must bury that pill deep into the ground
Where it will forever stay and will never be found
Circling ourselves with honesty, faith and truth
Surrounded by love and forgiveness of our youth,
Expressing our sorrow and no longer for us to hide
And then ask forgiveness as our past has died
But in the end there is one truth for every man and woman
We are just animals of the world, we are human.
Randy L. McClave
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Found Odd, Trifling and Out of Place
Stay perplexed and fixed,
To the politics you chose to pick.
Examine those policies,
You selected as priorities...
To be of interest by those elected.
And while you are doing that...
Remember when you dismissed others,
As insignificant voices to forget.
I've done it...
Remembered.
With a healing done I do not regret.
That's why my choice is not to be stunned.
I'm sure I had not been the only one,
Kicked to the curb by you and those...
With noses upturned,
And feeling the more deserving.
You pursued degrees...
You 'still' are billed to pay.
And your tunneled vision,
Has been blocked along the way.
Now I am approached by you,
And others too.
To unite and serve...
To assist in your desperation,
To save what you were told then...
Not to take for granted!
And...
One day from your 'perch'...
You will be unnerved.
And from within you,
A reality will be purged.
Has that happened?
However...
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Made no sense.
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Was a waste of time uselessly spent.
And today your frantic actions,
Have been isolated and distanced.
No one is seeking,
To protect your standards valued.
No one is seeking,
To uphold your exposed decadence.
You've made that and yourself too exclusive.
And did not include the needs of those who bled.
Or anyone you were instructed to bleed to death.
With a choice that led you to flee, instead.
And as you fled,
So did we.
Not to scatter like you.
But to find a peace of mind we keep.
With a doing done not to undo.
Today you say we need to call on God.
Those I know,
Have been and remain in daily conference.
You are the ones who are now found 'odd'.
Trifling and out of place.
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A Lesson of Life (Forgiveness)
(dedicated to Ms. Angela Gheorghiu, a great soprano)
sins to reach clouds of sky
sins nearly as great as earth
sins as many as foams of ocean
were you then to pray to God
were you then to come to God
were you then to ask forgiveness
ascribing no partner to God
so long as you call upon God
ask of mercy and forgive to God
God would bring you forgiveness
God shall forgive you for what you have done
God is the Most Merciful and Fullest of Forgiveness
(inspired by Ramadan month of 1429 H)
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Up Close and Vivid
There was a time,
I loved agitating.
Just to see different expressions,
Shown on people's faces.
Coming close,
To aggravation.
I knew my limitations.
I had gone to school to learn body language.
Interpersonal Communication.
And studying 'where' folks' feelings were.
You know...
Probing from afar.
Seeking to discover...
With just observation.
Who was disturbed...?
Who was emotionally disconnected,
And unnnerved.
And just 'who' was crazed?
Living on the edge...
Seeking to escape the maze of life.
Only to discover my own paranoia!
Today,
Few people are trying to hide their disgust!
Some are outright enraged.
With attempts to masquerade an outrage...
Many caring less,
If that it is shown on display!
And I am not quick to agitate...
For experimental purposes.
Not today!
Too many folks have venom in their eyes.
And I've learned to do what I've been trained to do,
From my early days of schooling.
I either wear my sunshades.
Or talk to myself!
Choosing to fit right in!
But I don't have to take notes today...
Too much of this 'stuff' is up close and vivid!
And I rehearse ducking...
Just in case a wild punch is thrown,
On its way to pay a personal visit!
These are not the times,
For one to blindly unwind...
To share false pretensions.
Too many folks are easily provoked.
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Riddled With Defects
If all cults weren't divisions,
Of existing religious beliefs...
Why are just a few,
Considered illegitimate?
When every one of them,
Is a creation of someone's imagination...
Sold to sell with a telling that is bought.
And a fighting done amongst themselves,
That has nothing to do with the presence of God...
Claimed to be in their lives.
As contradictions and hypocrisy thrives.
Do we exist as images of GOD?
Or...
Have we been created to immulate the image?
Either way,
The process seems to be riddled with defects.
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Unrocked By a Sweet and Boldened Glow
If all my needs were multipled,
I'd still find a reason,
To lay in a helpless restlessness.
Yet feeding sleeplessly...
And much awake.
Something has surrounded me!
And from me away from it,
I can not shake.
From this I can not break away.
Captured I am and there's no escape.
Unsatisfied although I am pleased.
With a feeling of a selfishness...
I desire more and more,
And more of it to increase in me.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Stripped and molested.
And under arrest.
Something has surrounded me!
And from me away from it,
I can not shake.
If all my needs were multiplied,
I'd still find a reason,
To lay in a helpless restlessness.
Yet feeding sleeplessly...
And much awake.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Stripped and molested.
And under arrest.
Yes...
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Stripped and molested.
And under arrest.
I can't resist it.
Nor can dismiss it.
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
But what is this?
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
What is this?
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
And I confess it!
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Beaming with a gleam...
That fills in my soul.
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
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Stacked On Platters
The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.
Indignities are serve and presented,
As a choice on a menu selected to eat.
To feast upon by many shown licking their fingers.
The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.
And those preparing for the main course are teased,
With the passing aound of hors d'oeuvres...
Heated with biases to please and stacked on platters.
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The Feeding of Their Greed Has Ceased
Who are they that sit,
With pouting lips...
And balled fists?
'Those who refused to see life as it is.
Those who viewed the truth,
As something that is negative! '
But why are they angered by the revelation of it?
'They see themselves as positive,
And resist to believe...
Their realities have been deceived.
And those who spoke of these times that are here...
They have chosen to resist them too,
In the hopes that showing force...
Will show what is known and true,
Takes another course.
And turn their gray skies blue.'
And all this time they wasted,
Celebrating decadence?
They had no trouble accepting that!
'Yeah...
But they can't afford that anymore.
They have been laid off from jobs.
And their doors have been padlocked.
With many of their homes foreclosed.
In other words...
Their values have been diminished?
Egos have been crushed and publicly finished.'
But I thought they represented high standards?
With christian outlooks moralized in religious beliefs.
'Please...
Only if they can pay to have their smut and gutter ways,
Smothered
By the price they paid to keep them hidden.
But those days are gone for them! '
They are bittered by the prospects of revealing their sins.'
Oh.
OH!
Now I understand!
They are angry because the cost of hiding their pretensions,
Are now out of their reach?
'Exactly!
That's what this is all about!
If any of this was about God...
None of there 'displeasures' would have existed,
In the first place! '
The feeding of their greed has ceased!
And preachers who preached to them evil...
Will find fewer of them feeling freed,
Greeted as they leave their Sunday seats.
'Yes...
Exactly!
It's all so hypocritically blasphemous,
Isn't it? '
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Urgency to be Purged
The shadows chase and frighten.
No one escapes at all.
Some run until the sunset comes...
To find them peeking as they crawl.
When the sun rises eyes regret,
And their steps take a quicken pace.
Everyone fears the challenges near,
With attempts they hope to quickly out pace.
Secretly they grieve in pleading to escape.
With wishes to exchange...
The race they hate faking,
By replacing theirs with another's face.
But this process will achieve no happiness to relieve,
Since those who follow them to places where they hide...
Show signs they can be sniffed and identified,
With lies that are traced on paths that disgraced!
And immoral are they who use faith to betray...
For purposes to victimize believers of truth,
To mask their own demonic ways.
With an urgency to be purged,
Using symbols that fade.
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There Is a Place and a Time
It is only considered rude,
To tell someone to shut up...
IF they are in mourning,
At someone's funeral.
That would not be the appropriate thing to do.
There is a place and a time,
To express one's guilt.
Especially when it becomes overwhelming.
However...
Any place else is acceptable.
Even in church.
When the minister has taken,
More than the customary hour...
To expound the deeds of the demon.
It is apparent who's sins are being communicated.
And perhaps,
Quickening the minister into prayer...
Will save an embarrassment of a pulpit confession.
Especially when folks have fried chicken on their minds.
And it is clearly not an occasion for a repast!
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