Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone
For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.
If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.
Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.
Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Such An Actor
You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?
'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '
If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.
'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '
You should.
'And why is that? '
It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.
'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'
You are such an actor.
'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'
And what does that mean?
'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.
Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.
'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '
Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.
'And hollow of any sign of content.'
Yep. You are out of touch.
'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Protecting Of Senseless Images
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
People are more connected,
To the making of impressions.
With a protecting of senseless images...
Publicly displayed,
While they charade impeccably dressed.
People seem too afraid,
To address what affects their well being.
And with a tolerance that is accepted,
Permit a poisoning of their minds...
To ignore both rhyme and reason.
Even if the effects with an approved neglect,
Brings them to choose either correctness or death.
Death wins!
Because people are more connected,
To an addiction of making impressions.
And in death...
Those who mourn will comment on how one looks,
Dressed impeccably in a 'box' to be dropped six feet under.
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
In disbelief...
As to what people choose to grieve and prioritize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unreal Reality
All that i see, seems so unreal to me,
Is it the truth or is it only fantasy,
Is it a dream or is it unreal reality?
All around me is such unreality,
Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see,
Is the whole thing a fake, or the ultimate reality?
That house is so big that it reaches right up to the clouds
It's got hundreds of windows, so the people inside can look out,
And they look down below and wonder what it's all about.
Look at that lady she got silver all over her face,
Is she a human being or a creature from outer space,
Is she authentic or phoney, i guess it's just a matter of taste.
Oh because they can feel it, it's gotta be the real thing,
Because they can touch it, it's gotta be reality.
If they say it's real, it's gotta be the real thing.
See that fella, looking all spick and span,
Is he a tailor's dummy or is he a real man,
Is he genuine, or straight off the assembly line.
All round me is such unreality,
Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see,
Is the whole thing a fake or the ultimate reality?
Is it a dream, or is it the real reality?
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Number One
Honesty is often admired.
And in privacy...
Those known to be that way,
Are more than welcomed.
But an honesty admired,
That becomes publicly outspoken...
Around others unfamiliar with it,
Can stun them and have them run.
Most people rather not be shown,
Associated with it.
Most people collectively,
Choose to be accepted.
And today no one wants to feel shunned.
Knowing until an approval of honesty,
Has yet to be done.
Since currently dishonesty for many is number one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chaos Caused By Its Absence
This isn't about appealing to conceptual ideals.
Or the chasing of dreams,
Almost close to one's fingertips while one skips joyfully...
Through lush green playing fields scented with mint.
No.
This is not from that script.
This is about awakening each day to appreciate life.
And ridding oneself from the appetite of being uptight,
From Sunrise to Sunset over issues people share.
And for what reason?
To drag around that baggage on one's back?
That's a conceptual ideal.
And regardless of the number of people accepting that,
One does not have to be trapped to conform.
Or adopt it as if a long lost relative,
One feels compelled and obligated...
To invite to stay forever in one's home.
On a one for all; all for one agitating basis.
No.
That too is a conceptual ideal,
For those into stories that bind to keep minds held hostage.
The secret to keeping one's peace of mind,
Is not to be so quick to buy into stolen sob stories told.
People have grown so accustomed to lieing.
It seems from birth people are protected,
Against any evidence of reality.
That is the first concept idealized to keep truth minimized.
And avoided at all cost.
No matter the chaos caused by its absence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is this All About
Scathing?
That may be.
But none of it attempts to erase,
Or shy away from reality.
Bitter?
Well...
No one should consider truth that way.
But it isn't embraced.
In fact,
It is hated by those nurtured on delusion.
Purpose?
To implement it.
A deceit free society.
Even if minds have been fantasized.
Expected outcome?
Civil unrest with protest unaccepting...
An honesty folks have never received.
Folks will argue with talk show hosts,
Seething about their standards of life.
And how that has been devalued...
By those not strong enough,
To keep them from putting their hands...
In the cookie jar,
Over and over and over again.
Earmarks?
Well...
They want to blame him for not omitting them.
But has anyone refused them?
Who did not accept them?
What is this all about?
Cowboys and Indians.
Hosted by the Chinese,
Who love those Jungle Bunnies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Stuff Is Blatant
My observations aren't created.
Rarely embellished are they envisioned.
I see what I see.
And hear what I hear.
Ignoring what is there,
I do not make that decision.
I am one of those probing nosey people.
Wanting to comprehend with a reason,
To question 'why'?
I can be analytical if I wish.
But what I observe...
There is little need for it.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
This stuff is blatant,
Oh yes.
There in black and white!
But I understand why,
Some choose to camouflage this in disguise.
So much truth conflicts with a resistance to reality.
And reality is much despised.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Minds Affixed to Tricks
Yes...
'Your' world 'is' coming to an end.
In fact,
The fake make-uppedness of it...
Is on its way out,
Now!
With a big send off!
The mere pomp and circumstance of waste,
Has just a few days of a last perfromance.
Before the incredible enormous...
Poppycock of written nonsense becomes described,
Arrives to leave taxpayers holding the receipts paid...
For a taste of gigantic fraud.
Yes...
'Your' world 'is' coming to an end.
In fact,
The fake make-uppedness of it...
Is on its way out,
Now!
With a big send off!
And millions will be glued to a tube,
Probing every detail...
Of a fantasied reality craved,
While days, months and years...
Decades,
Have been excused away...
To have the thieving of truth debated,
As minds affixed to tricks are kept deluded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forced to Rush and Turn Away
Today.
There are no roles to play.
None respected in the way they were.
No believable masquerades to convey,
The remotest concepts...
To display an innocence worn to convince,
A possibility lives to consider.
Today.
Anything cheap and easy to get is preferred.
As long as it shines.
To be sold and rhymes with gold.
Nickel plated to glimmer like rhinestone...
Worn and bold,
It is okay!
Today.
The quality of life is attached to that detached,
As far as possible from reality.
Today!
Even pointing out the truth pursued,
Is subject to being ostracized...
From those who want to believe faith and hope,
Are nasty rumors to hush!
Today.
People are forced to rush and turn away from dreams,
If not overnight expressed...
At doorsteps!
Or promised to arrive before noon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quickly And In A Swift Delete
I am romantic.
One who loves to touch.
I am the hug and cuddle type.
And I keep my distance,
From those uptight about it.
I am extremely compassionate.
And give affection easily.
But there are only just a few,
Who have seen this side of me.
Those who I thought were close,
To use me to throw under a bus...
In protection of their deceit.
I am sure they have discovered by now,
That a taking me for granted...
Removes them quickly and in a swift delete.
I am romantic and love to touch.
And I am not a collector of people,
To have around me much.
There is a certain kind of person,
Who's company I keep.
And anyone who ever takes me for granted.
They will learn I am not weak...
When I delete.
Be real, be you.
That is the only way to be.
Never take others for granted.
Be upfront with trust AND honesty.
These attributes today rare commodities.
Be real, be you.
That is the only way to be.
Be honest and true.
And value those with qualities like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~Smile~
We all smile to show our happiness,
We use it a lot, Yes,
Smile can be fake or real,
Its used to show or hide how we feel,
Fake smile is shown when,
Pain in heart rises,
And real smile is shown when,
Unexpected happiness doubles in sizes,
Natural or Not,
But its better to show a real one on the spot,
Let us be honest,
the only time we show the real smile is when someone has touched our heart,
and when we show the fake smile,
is when someone has tear everything apart,
Yes we show our fake smile,
to show people that we are okay so they wont revile,
Its hard to put on a real one as your hurt,
And yes we try to heal it as we flirt,
Its time to face the fact,
Showing a fake smile is like showing a fake and stupid act,
Put every pain to the side and smile for now,
not for someone,
But for everyone,
and show it as we are endowed.
poem by Marop Aron
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There Is Nothing Like a Dose Of Reality
What has been said,
Has been said.
What has been done,
Has been done.
People can flaunt their religious attiutudes.
And call themselves what they want.
Be it Christian, Moslem, Protestan or Jew.
If feelings are hurt,
A forgiveness will not do it.
Manipulations take place.
And people are accustomed,
To give false smiles to hide their two faces.
However,
When feelings are hurt...
It is over!
When misdeeds are done...
Bitterness is not easily erased.
These are not just words,
Written to impress on a page.
Observe this as it is.
And not from a rose colored perspective.
There is nothing like a dose of reality,
To capture in one's mind.
To then leave delusions, fantasies and pretentions behind.
When reality can be approached,
And honesty accompanies...
Necessities to plan, create and/or start wars,
Will end!
Hopefully before ignorance destroys this planet.
Mother Nature aint into manipulation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destiny!
Life is game of destiny and luck,
Itz not like spirint
Dat u will run hard and win,
Itz like carrom
Dsnt matter how hard working and expert u are,
When u hit striker on exact point, even den it can cm back from pocket until u time of destiny comes,
Sometime beginners hit blindly, but it goes on pocket.
Likewise beginners gets win...
Sameway people who steal n cheat till any heights,
are more respected y people n higher in society...
But a man who is doing truth n honesty are avoided by people.
One knows d reachest person of world
But not d most honest or poor ones.
So itz lyk a stage, watevr u act showoff is judged bt not by ur honesty...
People who cant act n showoff fake words are counted.
This is also true dat at last everything is going to balance,
For everythng v hav to pay
Who fly on others wings r thrown down.
Who comforts on others pain, r thrown to hell...
But when the time comes. Every dog has its own day.diffrence of times decide d end.
poem by Neha Poemlover
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Opening Joke
If I wanted to please everyone...
I'd tell them how fantastic and beautiful they are.
You know...
That stuff folks expect to hear.
Especially out in public.
But geeeesssshhh...
Glancing at this crowd...
I know I have to be honest.
Since I expect most of them,
Would be hearing it for the first time.
And I can see there are lots of folks been lied to...
Sittin' up in here!
You got another pair of sunshades?
And even more would think my honesty,
To be controversial, direct and humorless.
Delivered from the embittered lips,
Of a black man fighting back his anger.
How did truth and honesty,
Become associated with bitterness in the first place?
They get enough amusement anyway.
Some of that stuff that goes on today is so hysterical...
It goes on unacknowledged.
Don't worry!
I've come prepared with an opening joke about economics.
That should rivet them to their seats!
Especially the ones sitting in the front taking notes...
Accustomed to being in seminars.
'Folks...
The topic this evening will be,
'How to Barter and Ghettomize My Pretensions'
Some of you taking notes,
Will find the subject matter rewarding.
IF you already know how to boogey and 'git' down! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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