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Getting More Difficult To Defend Within

A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.

People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.

People express shock by what their neighbors do,
But defend the offensive language that their children use.
And today in elementary schools few can tell the difference,
Between the teachers and the kids.
The issuing of condoms should 'not' be as obvious as it is.

People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.

A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Have To Crusade

I don't have to crusade to make a difference made.
If I can eliminate myself from making excuses,
To defend on a daily basis to allow that shown...
I've already impressed someone,
By a taking of that step I can identify as change.
And if I can do that for myself first to prioritize,
I've already made that difference to me known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nonconformist

Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
It's chic.
It's so 'with it' today,
To express some form of insanity.
Butt cracks are being exposed.
Breasts implants are nearly being sold,
At fast food chains.
The police are smoking more weed,
Than I've ever done in the '70's.
And corruption?
Children are selling electronic devices...
In elementary schools!
Yes.
And at good prices too I might add!
I passed an elementary school the other day,
And this kid, no more than twelve years old...
Was using two cell phones! Two!
And I can not afford one!
Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
People crying on TV 'after' being caught
Killing children and spouses.
The news being interrupted by commercials,
Pitching everything from condoms, underwear...
And sexual enhancements!
Age defying creams and weight reducers.
And divorced lawyers pitching their services...
As if they were selling used cars.
And...
I guess,
In a way they are!
Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
It's chic.
It's so 'with it' today,
To express some form of insanity.
However...
When I get home,
I take off that mask.
Get a cool glass of tea!
Sit back...
And enjoy my peace of mind!
'THAT' I am going to protect.
If I have to be in disguise outside to keep it!
I don't want anyone to think,
I am a nonconformist!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying That It Stays

There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
With an advocating of it that will not see an end.
And praying that it stays to forever exist the way it is.

There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To remind those who sat but now on their feet...
How remaining down to Earth to 'him' this pleases.

There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And many wishing to be 'Back Home' again.
To walk those rural roads bare foot to visit neighbors.

There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To then drive away in a recently purchased Mercedes.
To live in comfort and tax free; rewarded for a job well done.

There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And the only thing that is wished,
Is that their children remember from where it is they came.
And proud they would be of them if they did the same.

'Why are you so critical of the people? '

~Oh...?
So what I observe is NOT accepted? ~

'It's the heritage and the culture,
They wish kept preserved.'

~I see.
How stupid of me to view it any other way.
And here I am thinking all of this,
Has no historic value to them that benefits.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Delivery Of An Accepted Life To Live

Those finding themselves annoyed?
Choose to be.
Those with heachaches.
And other aches and pains?
Wouldn't know what they would do,
Without them.

Those complaining on a daily basis?
Have been given too much attention.
And those in the business of others?
Have none of their own.
Leaving those entertained by gossip...
With nothing else to do but that in their lives.

There is just too much varieity.
Too much abundance.
Too much that is available...
For anyone to sit an expect,
A delivery of an accepted life to live!
And...
Confinement is only found defined,
In one's own mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out of Their Comfort Zones They Are Thrown

People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
Envisoned with fixed images in their minds.
Like men aren't expected to cook or do chores.
Or women who look feminine,
Shock others who see them box in rings.
Or play basketball with hook shots,
To achieve high scores.

Men who sing and write,
Are expected to be limp of wrist.
While those who appear to be 'supermen'
Stop traffic when seen,
Holding hands to then kiss.

And women who wear lipstick,
Are often approached by men...
For sex and overnight 'flings'.
When they announce they are lesbians...
'Homophobics' do not begin,
To rejoice and sing.

People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
When out of their comfort zones they are thrown...
Those who are not like them,
Are condemned to be sinners!
As if a wholesomeness can not be lived...
Unless pretensions are embellished,
And mentioned to impress...
Over again and again.

With a 'normalcy' perceived...
That does not threaten what is believed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Labelled Dissidents And Unpatriotic

Could it be...
That millions of people globally,
Are nonconforming militants...
Daring to face deception?
Because now they see a truth,
Never before to them seen?
And on much smaller screens.

Or are they just a few disgruntled,
And disillusioned people...
Angered because the amusement park,
Has run out of cotton candy and roasted peanuts.
And have shortened visitation hours for the caged gorillas,
Seen on a daily basis...
Doing their much adored and trained hip hop routines.

Therefore...
Crowds of people are being forced to leave by violent means,
And this is depicted as a threat to a democratic society...
Reporting these scenerios from the comforts of their peeping booths,
Where over two million people are locked up to be rehabilitated...
For crimes against a fantasy created that no longer tolerates,
Truths of any kind to be addressed.
Unless fashionably dressed and walking down a red carpet...
Blond, blue eyed, hunked and boobed.
You know...
The best that variety has to offer.

Could it be...
A madness impossible to comprehend.
One so unfathomable has begun to be purposely created,
To have those sitting in their homes with their wide screen TV's...
Fearing themselves as agents of revolutionary change,
Now that they have determined to carpool?
Regardless if they are labelled dissidents and unpatriotic!

The times we face are tensed with every conceivable creation known,
To be used to confuse the mind of a nonthinking human being.
And remember how simple the times use to be,
When dividing people along ethnic lines seemed to have been done...
More effectively by using degrading jokes?
Who knew something done so innocently would evolve into all of this?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Difficult Can It Be?

How difficult can it be,
To admonish others...
Whose lives are affliated,
With direct desperation?
And indirected misrepresentation?

And this is commented upon,
By those from the warmth...
Of custom built comfortable homes,
As they view 3-D wide screen TV.

What suffering is being done,
By someone laying back...
And munching on snacks.
To demand a sandwich be made...
As a mate hollers back,
'You want rye or wholewheat bread?
Lettuce, tomato, mustard or mayo?
Did you finish your beverage yet?
Or should I get another...
Cold from the 'frig'?
What for you would be best? '

Just how difficult can life be?
When the basic of needs are taken for granted.
Just how difficult can it be?
When those born into 'standards' of quality,
Have not a clue of struggle...
Or have lived a moment in poverty,
To be believed.

And yet,
Can live in the midst of prosperity...
With contempt for others who are only aware,
Of a poverty lived not one of them chose.
And if they did,
Not one of them thumbs up their nose.

How difficult can one's life be...
When conversations of importance,
Centers around shopping sprees.
Just to buy new clothes to impose an image.
An image sustained in superficiality.

How difficult can it be,
To admonish others...
Whose lives are affliated,
With direct desperation?
And indirected misrepresentation?

And this is commented upon,
By those from the warmth...
Of custom built comfortable homes,
As they view digital 3-D wide screen TV.

How difficult is life?
How difficult is it really?

'This 'guy' whatshisname,
Is trying to change our way of life...
To give others less fortunate a 'real' opportunity,
To do the same.
What is he 'insane'?

~Just change the channel, honey.
That's all that has to be done.
Just change the channel, honey.
No need to get upset by rumors of suffering,
Done by the other ones.

We all were born to make choices!
Remember that.
Just change the channel, dear.
How difficult can it be?
Just change the channel.
Relax and set your mind at ease.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something About Having Peace

Everywhere I have been,
To travel and/or live.
I made it my choice,
To meet and share with different people.

I've been creative all my life.
And nothing about it is a mystery.
With an experiencing of it done,
On various stages.
Under spotlight.
And alone emotionally.

And today I can say,
I would have to think hard...
To express regret.
Every breath of life I have been given,
I am thankful to feel so blessed.

For anyone to recommend,
Or to me suggest...
What it is I should do with my time,
Have no idea...
The joy I have with peace of mind.

And that peace of mind is mine to define.
With a seeking I do not do,
To anyone to explain what I have gone through...
With a welcoming of it to keep.
And prepared to defend it,
From nosey busy bodies if I have to!

I wasn't born yesterday,
With a searching for compatible companionship.
Or sharing my life in an argumentative relationship.
Trust me...
I have donated.
And my charity work has been done.
There is something about having peace...
With a quietness on a daily basis released,
That I have learned to love and appreciate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Startled

People are such mysterious creatures to observe.
When it's believed
Someone seen on a daily basis,
Has no worth they can detect.
That person becomes like them...
Driven by bad luck and circumstance.
They are comfortable with not taking chances.
And 'good luck' is what they express in doubt!
However...
When it is discovered someone seen on a daily basis,
Has, in fact...
Achieved accomplishments,
In front of them and not behind their backs!
They become quite startled that someone like that...
Could care less about the methods used,
Or who determines how success is measured to reflect
One's influence!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Green Things Growing

O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.

O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;
In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight
Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.

I love, I love them so - my green things growing!
And I think that they love me, without false showing;
For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much,
With the soft mute comfort of green things growing.

And in the rich store of their blossoms glowing
Ten for one I take they're on me bestowing:
Oh, I should like to see, if God's will it may be,
Many, many a summer of my green things growing!

But if I must be gathered for the angel's sowing,
Sleep out of sight awhile, like the green things growing,
Though dust to dust return, I think I'll scarcely mourn,
If I may change into green things growing.

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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I Have A Dream

I wish I were a poet to write about man and the tree
I wish all people could see
That life is beautiful and happiness is free
I wish I could make all the children of the world happy
I wish all people could embrace honesty
I wish I could help the poor and the needy
I wish there were equality
I wish all peoples would enjoy liberty
I wish man would stop cruelty
I wish springs had not dried
I wish the gap were not so wide
I wish our planet could be greener
I wish all hearts were tender
I wish friends would be sincere
I wish drinking water would be clear
I wish we heard birds at dawn
I wish peace would be the earth's crown
I wish parents could be more understanding
I wish children would be more obeying
I wish people knew money is a bad master
I wish they could respect each other
I wish I had power to stop wars
I wish my town were not so dirty
I wish my dreams became a reality
I wish we made an end to oppression and violence
I wish our kids were taught justice and tolerance
I wish they loved going to school
I wish I could convince them all.

poem by Bouche Cousue
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Fixed As If Cemented

Those who remain with wishes,
To see things as they would choose to view them.
And not how things are.
Since things are the way they have been...
Unchanged and unbending.
Fixed as if cemented.
There is nothing to say,
To those like that.

Those who disbelieve,
Things are not as they are seen.
But 'should' be the way they would 'like'?
That is alright.
Do not frustrate in argument with them.
Your time...
Not theirs,
Is to mellow like fine wine.
Know this!

Others who have had these 'things'...
Just as they are and wish to leave them that way.
Defend their points of view.
Despite what it is you do.
Whether you condone what is done or not.

And it is difficult to get that across to some people.

But not for the few!
Who have chosen their own lives to live.
And have chosen to do the best they can...
To assist,
With any apparent awakening...
Some stand by and expect.

However,
If things as they are as observed are accepted...
By those affected.
And they wish things to be just the way they are?
'Left-a-lone! '
It is better to leave what is seen that way.
ALONE!

Turn away from it and live one's own life.
Frustration free and nurturing one's peace of mind!

Unless?
There is always an 'unless' involved.

Unless...
One has desires to remain in darkness!
And argue about the prospects,
Of a light that could shine...
Between two ears already known closed.

Optimistic people love the concept of options!

Although,
Some narrow minds will never open that wide!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pop and Culture

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.

They peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There is a peep on pop and culture,
Without a poop to stop.

Lady Gaga got that pop.
People peep on pop and culture.
Taylor Swift's got Country Rock.
People peep on pop and culture.
And Kanye's a social poppa.
People peep on pop and culture.
With Beyonce and Jay-Z,
Seen on top in magazines.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.

We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And...
Prince is there with beats.
And Michael Jackson's Pop is sweet.

We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And Lady Gaga just rocks.

We feed on Beatles.
And they introduced this culture shock.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People might say I'm difficult, but did you ever hear anyone describe a label as 'difficult'? By nature, artists should challenge. When they call you difficult, it is a reflection of the imbalance of power.

quote by Michelle Shocked
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Those 'New To Discover Life' People

Often I am amused by those...
'New To Discover Life' people.
Either they have been rehabiliated in prision.
Or a brick wall they have run into most of their lives,
Suddenly provided them with insight.

Reconditioned to mingle about,
In today's dysfunctional society...
Has instilled within their minds certain beliefs,
That everyone they pass along city streets...
Needs someone who has been recently 'released',
To provide them with guidance and moral comfort.

Often I am amused by those...
'New To Discover Life' people.
Either they have been rehabiliated in prison.
Or a brick wall they have run into most of their lives,
Suddenly provided them with insight.

And those who face and battle their struggles,
On a daily basis...
Without sitting in a cell or running into bricks,
Have been deluded by their lives lived in reality.
And they sit with wishes wanting to hear...
Fables from an ex-con,
Who made choices to live life quick.
And still seeks to live as easy as possible.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cooking is not difficult. Everyone has taste, even if they don't realize it. Even if you're not a great chef, there's nothing to stop you understanding the difference between what tastes good and what doesn't. That's what's so terrible about the industrialization of agriculture and the food chain. There are children growing up today who don't know what a lamb, a pig or a rabbit looks like.

quote by Gerard Depardieu
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In A Certain Culture

In a certain culture,
People do eat and drink blood;
In a certain culture,
People wake up early to eat before they brush their teeth;
In a certain culture,
People eat animals already found dead;
In a certain culture,
People wake up early to eat before they bath;
In a certain culture,
People eat snakes and dogs;
In a certain culture,
People wake up to brush their teeth before eating;
In a certain culture,
People eat monkeys and crocodiles;
Ina certain culture,
People wake up in the morning to bath before they eat;
In a certain culture,
To be naked at the beachside is okay;
In a certain culture,
It is a taboo to be naked at the beachside;
And this is all about life on this earth!
Because what is sweeter on your lips is bitter on mine;
And it is very strange to experience all these facts around the world.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Many Are The People

I see a tree.
But knowing what it goes through,
On a daily basis to be a tree...
I can't say I know.
Therefore,
A knowing about it...
I can not prove or show.

I see squirrels, birds, cats and dogs,
On a daily basis...
To be what is perceived are animals.
Are they more or less intelligent than you,
Or me?
I can not claim to know this.
None have I met to chat with personally.

And that applies to people.
Many are the people with different ethnicities.
Many are their languages spoken,
And only fluent am I in one of these.
With a labelling by races and religious philosophies.
But can I claim to know them?
Not really. That would be too presumptuous of me.

But there are those who claim to know,
What is unseen.
They claim to know what others do,
Without having them on the scene.
Walk down any street anywhere and hear folks say,
Something about someone else to belittle and demean.
And not know one thing about them but they do it anyway.

Many are the people who would have others believe,
They know everything about someone else...
Including their history.
And these very same people are the reason why,
There is confusion and chaos in other people's lives...
From an ignorance known that shows.
And that fact should be prioritized as an agenda to realize.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Comfort Of Our Homes

If noses weren't attached,
To the face.
Few people would know,
Where the back of their heads were.
Or knew the full sensation,
Of picking their toes.
One of those favorite pastimes,
Spent in the comfort of our homes...
Alone sniffing the toe jam,
Most of the time!

'THAT is disgusting! '

And...
Your point is what?
Sniffing and tasting it,
Are not to be associated!
Unless...
You have discovered another method,
That upgrades this satisfaction.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Would Notice

Suspending fears to be confronted,
On a quarterly basis...
Is a better proposition,
Than a complete overwhelming of truth,
To be done.

If people were bombarded with truth as it is...
Can you imagine the chaos deceivers would face?
It would be like unleashing wild animals,
To roam freely in the streets.

At least doing it in slower doses,
People become more accepting.
And in the doing so,
No one would notice the effect of dishonesty...
Has had on their quality of life.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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