Hackers Lack Substance
There are those attached to hacking.
Believing it easier to destroy than to build.
They take steps,
To make their presence known and effective.
For the purpose to upset.
Since attention is what people like this wish to get.
Not all are products of dysfunction.
They just have missions to eliminate...
Based upon their gumption to inflict assumptions.
Whether it is relationships attacked,
Or a means sought to annoy...
An association thought to be intact.
Hackers lack substance!
How esle can one explain or describe...
Their mindless actions to produce nonfiction,
By distorting or erasing that which are facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But I Can't
'Because' is not a valid reason.
You only sought 'because' to be there,
Since your purpose as to 'why'...
Could not be found to explain your actions.
And you expect me to question.
But I can't.
If you have no answers,
To eliminate my doubts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking a Way to Detox
Bankrolling their own debts...
By borrowing funds from foreign resources,
As a means to prolong the affects of regret!
Is way off the course of an announced recovery!
But an addict is never satisfied...
With those solutions best to try!
Instead of seeking a way to detox...
To eliminate the presence of cravings.
A delivery is sought to block the problem.
And administer to just the habit.
Hoping what is left that goes unidentified...
Magically disappears,
From the mind and from the eyes!
Only to inflict another remedy more effective.
And with crossed fingers...
Hope truth injected is not detected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Assumptions Kept
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And when this is discovered,
Do you do your best to pretend to forget...
When in the presence of someone,
You hope has forgotten your disrespect?
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And those assumptions had been shared,
By others also like you...
Assuming throughout their lives,
That what they hear about others is true.
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And the only thing you can do is your best...
To prove to the ones you have done this to,
Is to prove to them you are not the fool...
You have shown yourself to be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Certified As Community Treasures
It is easier for many people to come to their conclusions,
Based upon assumptions than researching the facts.
'Why do they go through the act? '
I believe it has something to do with the rules and principles,
Included within their standards of gossip.
'Which is? '
It has to be juicy and coming from loose lips,
That have been certified as community treasures.
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Conducted Privately
I guess they thought,
Through my actions...
I sought their attention.
But how could that be?
When all of my actions,
Had been conducted privately?
And I did my very best,
To ignore them...
Whenever I could,
To maintain my peace of mind!
Having received that through some rough times.
Why would they think...
I'd be wishing their acceptance?
If and when I do observe them...
They are disrespecting themselves.
And why would I want to be a part of that?
When my identity has been intact?
Unless they believe I am that desperate,
To want to be shown that kind of self neglect?
I hope my focus does not slight them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put It Down
Put it down!
Pick it up tomorrow.
It will be more relevant.
And then a defensiveness,
You now today hold that is senseless...
Will become easier for you to admit,
Without me being around to witness it.
Put it down.
Do not attempt to absorb any of this.
Your lack of comprehension,
Will only lead to an argument.
And just for the sake of peace and quiet,
I will pretend your thought process...
Does not inhibit your lack to exhibit understanding.
Put it down.
I am sure you will find some time...
To allow your mind to open.
And digesting what is being addressed,
Without me reminding you...
How disgusted you are with my directness.
And if I came to deceive you with sweetness,
Everything I said you would accept.
Put it down.
With me in your presence...
And handing you this message,
The only thing you will remember...
Is being upset.
Not by the message...
But by my presence you will not forget.
Put this down!
It will make more sense to you tomorrow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Affects Of Assumptions
Intiating effective campaigns,
To gain a momentum...
With a purpose to disrupt,
What one assumes to be destructive...
From innuendos and appearances,
Heard of but not seen by others.
Should not be rushed.
To enforce with a doing.
But...
Intiating effective campaigns,
Are still conducted.
And...
May not prove to be beneficial,
Or conducive as instructed.
Since one never knows...
What it is one has to sacrifice,
When the facts of such acts...
Have been revealed to discover,
The affects of assumptions...
Has on one's life never to be,
Emotionally recovered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Jester’s Kingdom
Inflict a wound
Serve a purpose
Do as you’re told
Serve a purpose
Cut the throat
Save a soul
Let’s see who gives a damn
Worlds forgotten
Blinded pathways
Lost soul’s die
Corruption reigns supreme
Religious hypocrites
Ride the crusaders corpses
Inflict a wound
Serve a purpose
Do as you’re told
Make me proud
A jester’s kingdom
Bastards live above
The broken man
Twist his hand
Pay penance
Thy lord commands thee
Murder innocent children
Convert, destroy, convert, destroy
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
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Obvious Waste
There is no valued sadness here,
Displayed!
For signs they chose to ignore.
They now wish for laws to legislate their pain.
As their mindlessness increased...
So did the cost of their ignorance!
Turning their backs on those with solutions,
They now seek attention...
From those who have no intention to intervene!
Exposed dead weight,
Has been sought for decades to eliminate!
And what better time to do it,
Than now...
Today!
When it is easier to collect as obvious waste!
And even some of them will agree...
They only reflected needs to be lazy and greedy!
Bringing absolutely nothing to the table,
But an assortment of cheap 'whines' to taste!
And that does not attract others planning...
A festival all can sample and feast,
At the buffet!
This has always been a collective effort!
And poachers who leech...
Does not make this a cost effective presentation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Who Believe They Are Indispensible
People who believe they are indispensible...
Are the ones ready to kill.
Believing the experience of life,
Is theirs to give and take at will.
Like a cancer that spreads,
Without a cure...
People like these,
Have missions of evil to fulfill.
People who believe this world is theirs...
Destroy and destruct,
Without a consciousness known...
Or Shown they care.
They assume they have rights,
To tell others what to do...
Day and night.
And when they discover they are wrong...
They can not live with themselves.
Staying awake to make decisions,
Others are the ones that do not belong!
So they make excuses...
To murder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
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It ain't easy to break out of a mold, but if you do your work, people will ultimately see what you're capable of. Too often, people find it easier to make assumptions and stick with what they believe. They put you in a place and it makes their job easier. The good people constantly search for something different.
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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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Some Feed To Be Fed Attention
A fool will always come forward,
To make their presence felt.
It is a need based in insecurities,
Some feed to be fed,
Attention...
Otherwise,
Those of intelligence...
Do not bother with their actions,
To solicit to get!
And this for a fool to feel useful,
Is for them a prerequisite!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like It's 1999
Why is my presence becoming more negligent?
I have no interest is being entertained,
Observing those mindless destroy themselves.
Especially at local events.
When I see vendors selling their wares,
At huge affairs.
And the people living in the communities,
Not invited to benefit from the marketing of greed...
That is in a high profile 'everywhere'.
And the locals have no concern,
About what takes place there?
As long as they are seen on these scenes...
Dressed to the 'nines' and flaunting their taste for flair,
Everywhere!
However...
They do come and party,
Like it's 1999.
~WHY are you so negative,
ALL the time? ~
I guess this comes from a lack of understanding.
If I grow grapes...
I'm not going to watch someone else,
Make, sell AND drink the wine!
And I don't get a dime?
I guess this comes from a lack of understanding.
'Thank you, Prince.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Keep Protected and Intact
What's found socially acceptable,
And academically correct.
Has changed in its effective etiquette.
And has been dissected as suspect.
A higher state of consciousness,
Has arrived in minds to detect...
An awareness intentionally hidden...
Discovered by nonbelievers,
Who now 'see' and are upset.
Yet...
Their fantasies they wish to keep,
Protected and intact.
They wish to keep these fantasies,
Living to breathe as facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Whacked Who Hack Behind Your Back!
Whacked out hackers,
Make attempts to uncover...
The origins of true facts.
Do their best to tap and seize,
Information from unprotected PC's.
Probing with a secrecy...
Into the privacy of those believing,
Their computers are free...
From the spying eyes,
Of those who sneak.
And electronically pry!
Wizards and geeks...
With a knowledge to peep.
Can do this easily...
To anyone they seek,
Unsuspecting and unaware...
Their personal affairs,
May be used against them...
Anytime, anyplace and anywhere.
Stopping this can be done and quick.
With an anti-virus picked to eliminate this.
To do it all one has to do...
Is press the 'start' button then locate 'run'
Type into the open space...
'Msconfig'
And 'ok' this.
To 'reschedule' what has been done.
Then search for a service that secures...
What you wish kept,
From everyone!
And do this just to keep you safe.
To ensure what you do is not erased!
Chasing away...
Those whacked who hack behind your back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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