Hushed and Buffered
Another tragedy!
And yet another day...
To excuse this foolishness.
As a society continues...
To delude itself.
With the acceptance of its sick business.
And the older the victims...
The younger are those exposing,
They suffer...
From serious mental illnesses.
As an ignorance demented,
Wishes to keep hushed and buffered.
'Where have we gone wrong? '
~Maybe...
An unwillingness to listen.
Or comprehend what has been heard.
Maybe...
The ease upon which you inflict restrictions.
As you do as you please with the branding of the herd.
Maybe...
It is just your incompetence to lead,
With a feeding of this that bleeds...
With a succeeding of your greed.
Maybe...
It is just 'you' wanting others to obey,
Your way of following darkness.
Who knows...
But,
There you are.
You will find several choices from which you can pick.
Although I would not delay in hesitation.
Time is not on your side,
For a self examination...
That should have been implemented,
The moment these disturbances...
Arrived for a permanent visit.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Excuse Me While I Kick Myself
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
Only I can do this.
And I have proven it.
You can choose to stand back and watch.
Or assist if you wish!
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
I would not say it is enjoyed.
Nor do I inflict the kicking,
With a stiffer swiftness...
I'm sure you would employ.
But since I am doing it,
Submit your suggestions...
With multiple choices,
As to why I have reasons to abuse myself...
Where others find these 'areas' comfortably spreading.
And I am not pleased to sit with ease.
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
I have discovered myself to be impatient.
And if I inflict my own pain,
The sensation of it keeps me motivated.
Applied to re-energize,
An acceptance I reject and despise.
Upon the arrival of malaise.
Many express with wishes to have stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nurtured Crops
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
Implemented with a consciousness,
By the ones patiently harvesting their laments.
With wishes to increase their gluttony.
And inflict upon others,
A sense to impress with an exclusiveness...
Only those selected would get.
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
And those nurtured crops,
From the beginning quite damaged...
Were raised and praised to reflect a need.
And the feeding of this misfit craving...
Has today been denounced,
As blemishes that flaws...
The mindset of a blinded society.
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
And even though,
There has been those speaking against this...
The marketing of this addicting sickness,
Will continue as long as a dollar is made.
That very same dollar,
Faithfully worshipped but not associated with craze.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Hollow Minds of Demented Men
Now the big boys with the bucks,
Argue who is right and wrong.
While the oil from the ocean,
Gushes up from a hole.
The oil made them spoiled.
And their souls have been sold.
And people witness the environment,
Being destroyed because of their greed...
And indefinite ignorance.
Everything that lives will suffer,
The experience inflicted by this tolerance.
Allowed and followed...
To benefit more decadence.
That now becomes everyone's to swallow...
From the hollow minds of demented men.
Who can no longer mask their wicked tasks,
Or their incompetence lacking common sense.
That has never been aligned with mental substance at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The last moment
As a mosquito hangs buzzing in the air
while telling everybody of its approach
and with a predatory instinct
finds a landing zone,
it is powerless to comprehend
the last moment
when a raised hand
makes it just another blotch of blood and guts,
far too busy feeding, enjoying the nectar of life
in that instant it does not comprehend
that destiny enacted by mere man
comes down in a darkening slap
and maybe the darkness
which is eternally
makes everything around it fade to black,
but to this enemy of man,
there is no hesitation, demur and misgivings
of the price it has to pay
for its feeding act.
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But It Is to Your Interests
'We are against him.
He proposes to redistribute the wealth.
And that is not our interests.'
Oh?
But it is to your interests,
To maintain a drain on the economy
With trillions of dollars...
To give to a few,
With hypocritical views...
You campaign to keep.
To rescue with a 'bailout'
In a brainwashing of those who follow,
Standards and values that deplete them of reality!
'He wishes to inflict upon us socialistic values! '
And you...
Wish to keep those in need.
As you continue feeding your greed!
In a democracy that bleeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desperation Will Be Yours
If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
And sacrificed to place,
By your own kind...
Your high expectations,
For a neglect known and shown...
Are your mistakes!
Never to be erased.
And thrown back into your face.
If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made...
There is not a thing you can say,
About having feelings of dismay!
It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.
Condoned foolishness,
With a lack of discipline...
And feeding generations of this without end?
Produces excuses.
And those sitting back with beliefs,
What is seen is none of their business...
Will discover any business they claimed,
Aimed and flushed into toilets.
It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.
And desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
So dropp all drama.
Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!
If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Visit
He wouldn't say he cared at all if you asked him.
You're heading for a fall brother it goes right past him.
In another world he's in another place
you know the need for speed. Is just another form of greed
but when you jones'n your brains frozen.
You're not thinkin' bout the choices you makin' you're just rollin'.
On and on it's anybody's guess cuz no one's at the wheel at the front of
that mess yes.
The sun's goin' down for me it's goin' down for me.
He and she are what I need yes they're what I need.
But I'm gonna buy a ticket I'm not gonna even pick it.
I heard it he said it I heard it.
But it we but it went something like.
[Chorus:]
Visit.
I wanna visit the world.
So now I visit the world.
With my time on this world.
Because livin' when you're hungry is a dog in an alley.
Now I mind my business cuz I'm rhymin' down in Cali.
I ain't playin' when sayin' kings of the ghetto feel they losing ground.
Vato's goin' loco because everyone's brought down.
This is a visit then we dead fade to dust strickin'.
I'm wearing my Doc Martens cuz I'm always down for kickin'.
This my friend the city pity everywhere the enemy.
Ready or not homey stompin' everyone in front of me.
Jump up and down cus that's the 311 style.
Cruise on by the frowners float follow me now with a smile.
Looking at the ocean I say there's plenty.
Looking at the river I say there's plenty.
[Chorus]
Jump up and down cuz that's the 311 style.
Cruise on by the frowners float follow me now with a smile.
I got a golden ticket I'm not gonna even pick it.
I heard it he said it I heard it
but it went but it went something like.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions
If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.
They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.
With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!
These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Examine the Dwindling of Your Whims
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Directors of isolated separations.
Keepers of crumbling values...
Inflicted in strict restricting divisions.
And unmonitored greed.
Delusioned in self righteous feeding.
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Then from your listening,
Examine the environment!
Examine your diminished way of life.
Then self examine the dwindling of your whims.
And the color of your money.
Is anyone who is oppressed,
Have their image imprinted?
Where are their wishes implemented?
And on whose backs,
Are sentiments lamented?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Division Had Been Their Decision
For those who believe,
With ease they can excuse...
Every detail of their anger,
Physically enforced upon others...
With a hindsight now wished,
That a forgiveness not given...
From victims they've abused.
KKK, Nazi and skinhead reformers,
Now endorsing love and peace.
From an underground released,
To make public their appearances.
After actively in years increasing...
Racial tensions unleashed like beasts.
Division had been their decision...
To despise those innocent,
With defamation, murder and maim.
Now as guilt rides their consciousness...
In a disrobing of confessions.
Expressing regrets for their ugliness...
They are making attempts,
To re-invent their mental illnesses.
Finding God in prisons...
Or wherever these misfits sit!
For those who believe,
With ease they can excuse...
Every detail of their anger,
Physically enforced upon others...
With a hindsight now wished,
That a forgiveness not given...
From victims they've abused.
Only God has that power.
And it's God who will devour them...
Whether they masquerade in hopeless fear.
Or wish to erase their sins to clear...
Their souls to enter a Kingdom.
A Kingdom lost souls can not smear.
A Kingdom that comes and is near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Expense No One Can Afford
Prior to having experience,
Many had none.
With a willingness to comprehend,
What then in their minds did not exist.
And speeding today with such expansiveness.
Although those abundant with incompetence,
Are threatened and deny those who show...
More confidence, intelligence AND experience.
And in doing so prove their own ignorance is unlimited!
At an expense no one can afford yet accept the restrictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Addicted Feeding of Spoiled Greed
Change for many is unbearable.
It is feared.
A life known lived,
In accepted stagnation...
With those corrupted leading the degradation,
Is familiar and preferred.
A slower decline into devastation...
For those who distrust truth,
Is heard and followed until this is allowed,
And occurs within the minds of those 'conservative'.
With delusions again winning like a surging herd,
Over common sense entrapped without defense.
People miss and hunger for...
Their sweetened fantasies.
Although it has been stated more and more,
The economy can no longer support,
This addicted feeding of spoiled greed...
That has depleted all vision of demanding sensibilities.
Who are the 'centrists' against 'liberalists'?
With their wishes...
For a return to cobbled streets!
And a dimming of consciousness.
Wanting more to be free to live selfishly!
Even if it means to do it in total darkness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Browbeaters Are Out In Droves
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions
Those browbeaters protest,
With an exposing of their selfishness.
And demand an attention to focus on their needs.
Regardless of the sacrificing done,
Of those historically
Forced to exist to please on bended knees.
Browbeaters like these,
Insist their standards valued should be those
Unopposed by the ones seeking,
To diminish inequities.
The ones with a consciousness
With beliefs that equality benefits humanity.
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions.
But those restrictions must limit
The feeding of greed,
That has depleted with a decreasing
All aspects of the economy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Eyes Were On Your Tomatoes
I now am missing kissing.
And that's since I've gotten older...
With time to think of this,
Especially when it's cold outside...
And I'm inside with wishes.
Wanting more to snuggle close.
And I connect that to being older.
Oh how I like to dance.
And when I dance I hear the jokes.
The young folks laugh and the old ones sit.
As I dance on the floor,
Not giving a...
Well,
Not much thought of it!
And when I invite 'anyone',
To do a 'swing' with me...
I refer to the dance.
But there's a hush that is silent.
And the floor is cleared,
Instantly.
'You dance too dirty old man.'
Excuse me?
What on Earth are you thinking about?
I now am missing kissing.
And that's since I've gotten older...
With time to think of this,
Especially when it's cold outside...
And I'm inside with wishes.
Wanting more to snuggle close.
And I connect that to being older.
Even at the grocery store,
I'm careful of the questions I ask.
I try to stay focused...
With other things on my mind.
Are those breasts fresh?
'I beg your pardon? '
Those breasts you've selected,
And packed in your bag.
Those chicken breasts,
Are they fresh?
'Oh?
I suppose they are.
Everything I've got is fresh.'
Well that's a relief.
Do you mind if I touch them?
I haven't seen them look that good,
In quite some time.
'My breasts? '
Oh no, no, no.
I'm sorry.
My eyes were on your tomatoes.
'You don't shop too often do you? '
Not at this time of the day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mysteriously' Blown A Fuse
The biggest problem people keep in their minds,
Not to leave...
And they believe others seek and need,
Is the giving of their unsolicited opinion.
From a point of view that skips over,
An overdue self examination mired in deep denial.
And entangled with delusions to praise,
Most today are afraid to eliminate.
Few on the move and with business prioritized to do,
Are not doing this with wishes to please anyone.
That is...
Anyone not within the scope of their mutually shared,
Interdependent necessity deemed dependable....
Between themselves to agree.
And those deluged with requests,
To have their noses stuck up in affairs not theirs...
Aren't dealing with reality.
And that's where the core of their dilemmas lie.
As if on-a-call and stand-by status.
With a staying in a mental decay that wont go away,
Because of a fear someone will judge...
With an increasing dose of their undiagnosed anxieties,
Releasing their insanities to validate by those,
Already exposing to show their own 'abnormalities'.
To excuse when one of them has 'mysteriously' blown a fuse!
'He represents standards we value.
How could this ever happen? '
Uh...let's see.
Could it be...
Those standards we value?
'Naw.
Not here!
That's not a possibility.
Where can you honestly say,
You see the appearance of any flaws? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There Anything Wrong In The Wanting of This?
Is there anything wrong,
In providing an environment...
In which one prefers quietness,
Than the conflicts of daily argument.
Is there anything wrong with not wanting this?
Especially if it comes to one who has invested,
In the elimination of certain relationships...
That did not fit to mix,
With a growth that is felt matched up with.
Is there anything wrong with not wanting this?
I hope not.
I would hate to be the one to admit,
The happiness I have that has arrived...
Means nothing more than a mirage described.
When I know...
On the other side of a door I turn my key,
Peace and harmony is there to greet me.
And I,
Can sit and eat.
To fall asleep,
Butt naked if I choose to.
Is there anything wrong in the wanting of this?
I hope not.
I would hate to be the one to admit,
The happiness I have that has arrived...
Means nothing more than a mirage described.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From End To End
Excuse me, but Ive got a request
Could you take the gag off of my mouth
I admit that Im fairly impressed
Cause youre the best at blocking me out
I believe that we werent quite done
I know its hard to hear me out again
I realize, youre not the only one
Whos terrified of life from end to end
Hey hey, can you hear anything I say
Im feeling unwanted, thats not what I wanted
And attention to me is something you refuse to pay
Cause I just cant believe the way that this
Continues to go on
I say I wish you didnt always think Im wrong
So tell me
Tell me what will it take to get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
Until you see things through from end to end
Excuse me, but isnt this the way
That things always turn into something good
Youve tried to ignore the things I say
But in the end you found you never could
Hey hey, can you hear anything I say
You search for the short-cut, you live life but for what
I love you and hope you will find the truth some day
Cause I just cant believe the way that this
Continues to go on
I say I wish you didnt always think Im wrong
So tell me
Tell me what will it take to get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
Until you see things through from end to end
So tell me
Tell me what will it take to get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
To get you on my good side again
And tell me what will it take
To get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
To forget what you knew
Just let him find you
And then youll see things through from end to end
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Addictions Enslave
Rhythmic is the slowing down,
Of a once vibrant existence.
Limits placed upon an isolated consciousness...
Is set for all to witness a diminished outlook,
That comes.
This process has been progressing,
As a quality of life digresses...
In disrespecting acceptance.
They have been pimped.
Used as unchanged doormats.
Hoping if they kept lips tucked shut...
They would be bestowed and blessed,
With materialistic wishes for the rest of their lives.
They believed lies even delivered from their priests.
They had to keep and maintain a 'presence'.
Wishing never to ever see themselves as peasants.
And using every trick to pull to thrive on ignorance.
On bended knees they plead,
For a restoration of a gluttonous quality of life to return.
And finally they have received their wish!
An existence completed by greed that leaves them,
With backs burdened with stacked unhappiness.
Stunned by the stinging.
And pawns of a perfected deceit.
To get all of them to believe...
If they were in debt,
At least they would feel more patriotic.
Products of a medicated psychoticness.
And disposable with each available excuse made...
To have them disregard their investments,
Placed upon a valued sense of what and who they are.
Or were...
At this point!
And the vanishing need to keep feeding the marketing of fear.
A commodity used to fill the pockets of their abusers.
'Whew...
I'm glad you're done.
All you had to say was 'addictions enslave'.'
Yeah...
But 'where' is the flair in that?
There is no subjugation that devours its victims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everywhere They Lead
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Poisoned minds are blocking the strides of progress.
With digressive displays of ignorance.
That hampers those of intelligent intentions...
To deal with the postering of idiots!
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Morons like this,
Have titles and positions all over the place.
And everywhere they 'lead'...
There is left unbelievable confusion.
Just to get around their incompetence,
Leaves those with a thought to think...
Doing their best,
Not to prove they can do it!
And...
To keep themselves as far away as possible,
From the mess the mindless have created.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making Those Choices To Do
Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Procrastinating in hesitation,
Makes for the creating of excuses...
Easier to get nothing done to wait.
Like one who wishes for a taste of cake.
However, making those choices to do...
Does remove those excuses made done,
With no follow through.
And pursued as one's destination that comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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