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If the Kids Don't Buy Into It

An effort is being made,
To clean up the foul language.
To show and display respect.
Express our appreciation...
For diversity.
With lessened racistness.

An effort is being made,
To be more accountable.
Show more responsibility.
Give more meaning to integrity...
Honesty and the wholesomeness of truth.
And produce more capable and competent citizens!

'And how is this going to be done?
We have a limited budget.
These images are going to cost a fortune.
The special effects alone will take months to create.
And where are we going to find the actors to pull this off?
There is no guarantee the viewing audience is going to accept this!
I say we stay with the decadence.
At least we know that sells!

Why didn't you just tell them the truth?
We operate one of the most prestigiously corrupt outfits,
In the industry.
We will lose our foreign investors!
Do you want to ruin our reputation,
By releasing such clean filth as that?
And if the kids don't buy into it...
We sink.
Period.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Something Other Than What Is Preached

Give me liberty...
Or something else I can value.
The cost of maintaining my freedom...
Has already achieved for me deepening debt!

Give me a solution.
Or something today that makes more sense...
Than turning on my TV
To watch the media salute crime.
With repeated decadence.

Give me less self righteousness...
From those who profess,
They harbor no racistness.
And yet they do their best...
To leave that smothered to go unaddressed.

Give me honesty and truth.
Even from a pulpit...
These days that is rare!

Give me something other than what is preached!
Something other than what is exposed,
Blatantly on the streets.
Give me something other...
Than lessons that teach evilness and sin!
Give me something other...
Than addicting temptations,
Left at my doorstep to let in!

Give me someone who does 'not' commit a crime...
Does prison time.
And then 'finds' God...
To declare His word to me.
Wanting to preach to me from scriptures...
And that God has 'revealed' to him...
A need I have,
He now 'sees'.

Please! !
Give me something other...
Than a rehabilitation done,
By those who have not sacrificed their lives...
Trying to live a life from the beginning that is right!

Then I will know there is some positivity...
Trying to clean and clear this polluted air!
Choking with a reekness.
To leave masses insane to make claims,
For material gains perceived with deceptions...
That no one with 'insight' is aware of their aims.

Since everything else...
Experienced by those still left with good intentions,
Seems to be a marketing of a recycled mess!
By those on the 'right' denouncing those 'liberal'
Standing on the left!

Leaving no one to accept responsibility.
And those who desire to...
Are treated with much disrespect!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kids Words Of Wisdom

Take responsibility
By raising up your hand
Show off your ability
And let them know you can

Try to be positive
By keeping your school clean
I know that you are cognitive
I think you know what I mean

Don't worry just keep trying
You'll get your work done
There's no respect in lying
Especially when you're the one

Stop, think, and act
And put your things away
From K-4th, just stay in tact
Cause you are here to stay

Respect everything
And everyone around you
Doing that soon will bring
Respect that you'll enjoy too

Listen to your teacher
And never ever give up
So you don't wind up weaker
Like others who got stuck

So when you leave this school
This knowledge will be your savior
You'll always remember how it's cool
To always show good behavior

I remembered all these words
From the signs in the hall
They sing to me like awesome birds
In the spring, summer, and fall

poem by Kevin Seales
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Protective Defense Mechanism

Those who complain about what some do...
And leave the focusing on handling their own business,
In the hands of others...
Should be ashamed.
That...
They are not.

Instead...
They seem to express a pride,
They have been absolutely accountable...
For nothing!
And those who show responsibility,
Are the ones most likely to be disrespected.

At one time these comments made,
Were considered negative and detrimental...
To the growth and prosperity,
Of inner city neighborhoods.

Today...
These comments made,
Are considered negative and detrimental...
To the growth and prosperity,
Of inner city neighborhoods.

Living in denial is still an ambition,
Many keep as a protective defense mechanism...
To prevent truth to heal and mend,
Long held ignorant wounds.
Truth for many,
Is still believed to be the enemy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Long As Their Own Needs Are Met To Satisfy

If one has an ability,
Noticed and taken for granted...
One shouldn't be made to feel obligated,
To fulfill last minute requests...
As if the abilities one has to produce,
Seems effortless and easier to disrespect.
And available to be used to someone's advantage.

People seeking the ability of another,
Without giving them a consideration of what it takes...
Usually falsely represent their own agenda.
Especially if no compensation is mentioned.
And...
If the one being used brings attention to this,
Of course someone is offended.

'You offended 'them' by not doing what they expected.
Although your time and effort to create what they requested,
Is believed to be enjoyed.'

~It is enjoyed.
Should that mean I also find it easy?
And my ability is worthless?
What drugs are these people on? ~

'I remember being asked to do an entire play production,
For a family fund raiser several years ago.
With lighting and sound technicians.
For free! '

~What happened? ~

'I asked them what they had in their budget.'

~And...
What did they have in their budget? ~

'Hotdogs, sandwiches and soft drinks.'

~Maybe they have no clue as to who you are? ~

'They could care less about that.
As long as their own needs are met to satisfy.'

~And spend thousands of dollars to parade around,
In outfits to impress others...
While complaining those entertaining them,
Demand to get paid 'BEFORE' taking the stage.~

'It sounds as if you have been around? '

~I have.
And that I keep as my secret weapon.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X

Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.

Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.

Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.

The truth of love

poem by Steve Bergwerff
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Committed to Truth

Someone who has made mistakes,
And has admitted them...
Whether publicly,
Or in private conversation...
Has much more credibility,
Than someone who hides flaws.
With pretense.
And a shallowness condensed,
Behind a self righteous stance to convince...
They are squeaky clean!
We are all human beings.
And if anyone denies,
They've done nothing to regret in their entire life...
Either lies,
Or an introduction to truth has not been made.
And if it was...
They would deny it anyway!
Anyone committed to truth,
Should not be held accountable
For others who are not.
Or even to those who are!
How many lives can one person live at one time?
Especially if one is trying to live the one given,
Correctly!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth It Can Be Hurtful

I may not like what you say of me but if of me you speak the truth
Though the truth it can be hurtful if it is not spoken without ruth
The truth cannot defame me if of me the truth you say
And if the truth taints my character well that too is okay.

But if you tell lies about someone and know them to be lies
Then the dislike I'd feel for one like you i barely could disguise
For lies can be defamatory when used in such a way
Any respect to a malicious liar i would find hard to pay.

The truth it can be hurtful as we all ought to know
But out of the truth it can be said respect for one does grow
And though you may not like what's said about you at least what's said is true
And to the one who speaks the truth credit is always due.

The truth it can be hurtful but the truth is never wrong
And those who cannot accept the truth mentally cannot grow strong
And though for some the truth is poison they'd rather live a lie
The truth lives on forever and the truth will never die.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Resolved to say nothing (Terzanelle)

What I have learned to know
I will forever keep with me
to no one, of it I will show

something, and hidden it will be
and to others it will stay unknown.
I will forever keep with me,

even if my wife quarrel and moan
where my vision range to the beyond
and to others it will stay unknown.

I will keep to my word, my oath and my bond
even when the grim reaper comes to collect his toll
where my vision range to the beyond,

not even to the most beautiful doll,
I will show nobody what I see,
even when the grim reaper comes to collect his toll

and in honesty, integrity and truth I will stay free.
What I have learned to know
I will show nobody what I see
to no one, of it I will show.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Takeover

Reasons for the takeover are copious and plenty
Of them are made.
I gather together the rank and file
To speedily create a war and fight of beauty.
Many velocities are the missiles,
As recent as the light.
God has made a ruination,
And I have made a crowd
Wait and demand a new zone
For the effort was great.
God has cast a doubt in your heart
Compared to my truth that has been correct.
Much is war when won, and I have every problem
Solved.

poem by Naveed Akram
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If I Did Not Express

If I did not...
You would not know.
Or grow.
If I made no effort...
You would show no ambition.
Or bestow that upon others.
And if I did not express...
You would have no conversation!
Even your footsteps,
Seem to be placed upon my time.
My son is deceased.
So is my father.
Should I feel flattered?
Since I am not amused.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much More Than Fluff

Because it is made to look easy...
People think it is!
Whatever it is one does,
And enjoys getting done.

Not a dropp of blood, sweat or a tear,
Is connected to what one does...
That seems to instantly appear.
And others perceive...
If it is done like that,
There can not be sweat...
Dripping off one's back!
So they stand on the sidelines...
To either admire or attack.

And the more productive one is,
At what one does...
Of course,
They must live lives carefree and breezy,
Correct?
One would suspect.
Not a life in the 'fields'...
Working harder than a horse!

However...
No one knows how long,
One toilfully struggles on.
Perhaps days and nights...
Without one wink of sleep in 'sight'!

This would ruin images!

But this is not the view that is chosen,
When someone selects...
Another to dissect!
Nor would they accept,
One working hard to produce their best.

This would ruin images!

They would rather pass judgements.
And compare what it is 'they' do!
To make that appear more tough and rough!
But what appears to be simple....
May take much more than fluff,
To produce the stuff!

Then make public appearances,
To further mystify...
Those who qualify images!
Producing a 'pleasantness'.
With a social accepted grace!
And 'that' may be the most difficult thing,
One works harder to create.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effort

In all likelihood the effort was concealed,
Hideous truth has arisen, we must be impossible.
Do not grasp at shadows, but never consider it
And never eat the food at the end of the rainbow.
We falsely attribute the qualities and see effort,
Just to defy nature, just to be infinite.
I must tantalize you to the truth, a forever is too small,
I must deceive no one at their game of light,
The truth calls us, not we call it.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Light Is Always Green

We dig our models with the brains the size of models
And cars that we can trust with out wives
And we dig converstations with girls from every nation
But not the ones that whisper or tell lies
Wherever theres a will theres a motorway
Wherever there is greed there is speed
And theyve always got to be there for yesterday
Welcome to the new scalextrics breed
And the light they always show to them
Is green, green, green
And the heels they always show to me
Are clean, clean, clean
Were only flying past so we dig our sevice fast
From the waiters to the women to the wine
Never mind the match, Ive an urgent date to catch
Get me to the concert hall on time
Pretending to be pilots in a war
Pretending to weave between the flak
No-one knows what the missions for
Blinkered horses on the track
And the light they always show to them
Is green, green, green
And the heels they always show to me
Are clean, clean, clean

song performed by by Housemartins
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Truthful Lies

The truth in that
Is that the truth will never be truth.
To them,
It's all lies, because they lie.
The truth is masked,
It bears no light.
It is carried a thousand miles,
Tossed into stones,
Mixed in with pride.
Stamped on postcards.
It is shuffled amongst the lies,
It is marked as spam.
The breaths that carry,
The minds that corrupt it,
They bear no guilt.
The truth is never forgotten.
No matter how fictitious it's made.
Through time it is mended,
Sometimes changed back into the truth itself.
It is rejected.
It is simply the truth they want to see.
A lie is the truth,
Because it is made to be what they need.

poem by Erick Flores
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Unintending To Be Perceived As Offensive

I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.

Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.

And this I've done for many years in my routines.
With a doing done I do,
In a process that of my creation sees.

I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.

Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.

And I do say, 'Thank you.'
Since I am grateful for the attention my gifts get.
Although I consider myself an 'elf' sometimes,
Just doing my part as God's work in progress.

With a doing at times God knows,
Can be a bit mischievous with a willingness unintending.
To be perceived as offensive when that deed I do gets done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only In The Making Of Movies

Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
And time well spent is sacrificed to deliver,
What's right for the price...
For the cost being paid.

Camera angles are selected,
By a director who chooses the best scenes.
And the actors are blocked within them,
To emote with belief as an audince viewing this...
Sits,
With their emotions manipulated.

Only in the making of movies,
Are 'realities' depicted.
Although many in the audience become captivated,
With beliefs they also can deceive truth easily.
By saying and doing things they wish to sell.
With hopes their 'portrayals' have gone over well.

And only those who become offended,
They can not sell lies they told to tell...
Are those who become combative,
When confronted by others...
Who are specific and direct AND caring less,
How a charade is masqueraded to address.

Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
Until what is done has been finished.
But many unpaid to 'act' but embellish facts,
Find it difficult to strip away all their fantasies.

Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
And,
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open And On Exhibit

The obtaining of success,
Has always been made to look too easy.
Especially by those,
Assessing others right under their noses.
And having no clue what they do to get done.
Or what it has taken for them to get the attention.
And without soliciting to get any from them at all.

'I didn't know that about you? '

~You didn't?
I thought everything I did was open and on exhibit? ~

'Me too.
That goes to show,
We don't know people like we think we do.'

~No.
That goes to show...
Gossip you listen to has nothing to do with truth.~

To hear them say with expressions made,
How lucky someone is...
To get something finally achieved.
When that achievement accomplished,
Had always been there without their awareness.
And in a place they least likely to suspect,
With a doing right in front of their faces.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lives Limited In Meaning

Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.

And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.

For reasons not to find a rhyme,
To give.
And for many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning!

Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.

And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.

For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.

For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.

Lives limited in meaning,
To give...
Reasons not to find a rhyme,
To live...
Lives limited in meaning!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clean

Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Give It Up

All for money
Nothing for time
We want to go
That's our human tight
They sleep on the door mat
They roam the streets
We got to help them
For our future people
We all keep talking 'bout
Brotherly love
The rich stay clean
And the poor gets the glove
I can't sleep at night
When I see their ages
The young and the old
Give it up
If I could only show you love
Baby
Give it up
If I could show you how I feel
Give it up
Give it up
Well, mama was talking
About the ways
They used to live in the early days
Things were simple
And value was right
Everybody got a chance
To live or die
Today you've got it
Tomorrow you don't
But I want more
Give it up
If I could only show you love
Baby
Give it up
If I could show you how I feel
Give it up
Give it up
Love
Give it up
Show your love yeah
Show your lvoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it up
Give it up
If I could only show you love
Baby
Give it up
If I could show you how I feel
Give it up
Give it up

song performed by by Haddaway
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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