Ignorized
Many are starving.
More than 'many',
Have lost their dignity and homes.
Jobs are few and for some nonexistent.
Poverty grows.
And those unaccustomed to this,
Are persistently resistent.
But those who are concerned about ratings,
Of TV shows...
And which host draws the most,
Higher advertising gross.
Could care less what billions of dollars misused,
Should consciously address.
Since minds of greed represent those kinds of people.
And they are the ones,
Why this society is in a mess.
People who feed their self centeredness...
Are reasons why a decadence produces so much unrest.
And why those who are 'sane'...
Are made to be perceived as 'liberal' rejects!
Because those who have media control...
Have their minds only on pocketing dollars.
And not known to uplift with goodwill,
The needs of the masses...
To reflect their very best!
Since most TV 'execs' are soul-less leechers!
Fed to consume,
As fast as they can a trash for them...
Free of responsibility.
With only an objective to see ratings soar and zoom!
While they actively participate...
In the crushing of those viewers,
Who keep their pockets full.
As they, the people...
Unwise and ill advised...IGNORIZED!
Head hypnotized by televised lies.
Blinded are their eyes.
And faithfully fated awaiting a programmed doom.
Glued to this twistedness with anticipation and kept fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Super Hypocriticalistic
It seems super hypocriticalistic,
That a society actively promoting decadence...
In full televised indecency,
Could express a published public appall...
By those whose very valued standards,
Market this with an eye on ratings...
And dollars made!
And to censor the ones,
To label them as misfits and mavericks...
In opposition to it,
Is a bit puzzling...
For those attempting to find,
That path where those straight and narrow walk.
And what traveling circus,
Are they considered The Main Attraction?
Is this a conflict of interests?
No.
Not necessarily.
But 'insane'...
With a capitalistic YES!
Is...
The reflection given that 'is' unavoidable.
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Baited By Ratings (The Defamation Game)
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
The entertainment of news.
And what and who produces the best,
Net worth.
At the sacrifice of substance.
Feeding those obstinate.
With desires that are decadent.
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
Public revelations,
Of those raise to heights.
Those selected to be judged and smeared.
By those electing to delight from the blight.
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
On gossip that's dropped.
With nonstop dollars...
Given to the media on top,
Of the defamation game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
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Waveheads
These radio talkshow 'waveheads'
Do the best they can to stir up controvesy
To command attention.
I would and could mention a few names.
But why should I?
Add more fuel to satisfy a ratings rise!
Some are very popular,
With divisions on their minds.
Liberal, conservative leechers...
Setting their aims on personalities to creep.
Calling themselves the voice of the people.
And yet there is a mindset they inflame,
With purposes to defame...
To keep themselves about the sludge,
They daily help to keep shallow!
And all have dipped or swimmed in Reaganomics.
One of the reasons most of them are drowning today.
Clearing the way for the Euro.
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When People Feed On Their Hypocrisies
With violence marketed in a society that bleeds...
Why are the people,
Questioning evil deeds?
With little toy guns under Christmas trees.
Videos advocating enemies...
Sold at hundreds of dollars to please.
And leaders seeking 'victories'
Where there is clearly none!
Why are the people remaining shocked and stunned?
When the events of the day...
Should have long been ushered away.
With decadence and lowlife,
Praised as a standard lived.
Why are the people...
Disturbed by undisciplined children.
With those protecting them,
From the acts they do and things they did?
Why is ignorance like this,
Dismissed as creations they did not invent?
When addictions presenting...
A condoning done with their consent!
When people feed on their hypocrisies,
And denial of their ways.
Why do they see themselves as sane?
And those who criticize the obvious...
As the ones who speak of lofty gains.
From liberal minds having spines that are weak.
And labelled are they,
To be idealistically crazed!
What medicated intoxication...
Indoctrinated,
Would leave those astounded,
In reactions that amaze?
While a darkness slowly dims sunlight.
To cover eyes already clouded,
By a blightness those blinded appear to invite!
With a sharing of ignorance...
That induces excitement.
As they dress to impress...
To welcome the coming of bleak days,
They await to celebrate in a daze unphased.
'What are they doing? '
Cheering the demise of the Sun!
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Self Inflicted Issues
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Full Devastating Exuberance
The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.
Those maintaining their strong identities,
Are depicted as 'strange'.
With those slotting everything that breathes on Earth,
In categories to help them defame and maim.
The psycopaths have been freed,
With a wish to have their philosophies...
That are mentally twisted,
Deemed as the way society should be.
With minds diseased from a poisonous greed.
People can not believe,
From birth to death they have been deceived.
And those who see it can not snap others awake.
Gone are the minds,
In celebration of traditions set up to worship.
But seen today as fake.
No one can feel united,
When tearing things apart...
Has become manifested into an artform!
People have become obsessed,
With a crushing of themselves.
To assist others 'consciously'...
With the feeding of unhappiness.
And the chasing of conflict...
As if this is an interpretation of a democracy,
Everyone should desire.
And should pariticipate in destruction more actively.
The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.
Whether it is in the water!
Or in the food people are forced to eat.
Something creating a mindset focused on hate.
Is not an uplifting experience.
But this clearly can be observed...
As a direction our society has chosen to take!
In full,
Devastating...
Exuberance!
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Nobody's profitable at this moment, because recession is on; advertising dollars are down, and expenses are way up. So that kind of belies the situation that you would expect, because the ratings are way up everywhere.
Here we were talking about economic development, about investing billions of dollars in various programs, and I could see it wasn't billions of dollars people needed right away.
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Differemt People
Well things can be broken down
In this world of ours
You dont have to be a famous person
Just to make your mark
A mother can be an inspiration
To her little son
And change his thoughts, his mind, his life,
Just with her gentle hum hum
So different, yet so the same
Two sisters only have their parents to blame
Its rare that two can get along
But when they do, theyre inseparable
Such a blessing comes to few yeah
The sky is full of clouds and
My worlds full of people
You got the different kinds with different ways
It would take a lifetime to explain
Not ones the same
He and she, two different people
With two separate lives
Then you put the two together
You get a spectacular surprise
Because one can teach the other one
What she doesnt know
While still the other fills a place inside
He never knew had room to grow
The sky is full of clouds and
My worlds full of people
You got the different kinds with different ways
It would take a lifetime to explain
Not ones the same
Oh ueah and once in a while I sit back
And think about the planet
And most of the time I trip on it
To kick back and think about
How massive it all is
And oh how many others are on it yeah
I often think about the world
In which I live today, of animals and plants
And natures gifts set on display
But the most amazing thing
That Ive seen in my time
Are all the different people
And all their different minds minds minds minds
And different ways
It would take a lifetime to explain
Not ones exactly the same
So many different people
So many different kinds
So many many many different people
So many different
Look at me, Im a person
Look at me, Im my own person
So many different people
So many different kinds
For better or for worse, different people
song performed by by No Doubt
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the area we're discussing, leadership begins on Madison Avenue, on the desks and in the offices of people who spend hundreds of millions of dollars buying what will get them ratings.
quote by Norman Lear
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Bridging A Gap
It is not those who are 'liberal'
Marketing decadence.
It is those who are in control of the media...
Who preach greed and a need,
To fear 'socialism'!
Hoping those unconscious...
Wish to end their own progress,
In heated debates that lack common sense.
Eliminating a feeding of gluttony,
That those rich feast upon in an exclusiveness.
To deny those in poverty,
With diminishing opportunities.
The rich know then,
They will not in deceit be able to get!
And a bridging of a gap between the 'haves' and 'have nots'!
Will spoil reasons there are arguments between...
Those 'liberal' minded,
And those who are conservative snots!
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Delusions Of Grandeur
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice, you've got to cease
This fin-de-siecle pretence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In consequence
I cannot recommend
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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I mean, all the ratings wars are silly. But, I mean, someone has to be concerned about the ratings because it means, you know, it translates into revenue.
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Bred to Attack
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were seduce to live high and mighty,
In an approaching economic danger zone.
We could have prevented hunger and homelessness.
We could have inspired ourselves and our children,
To be respectful and expect the best.
We could have rejected every hint of decadence.
But we chose with a blinded consciousness...
To greed and feed our gluttony!
With a mindlessness...
That has digested us into a mess!
And now we daily experience,
The effects of conflict, chaos and unrest!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
Suspecting both friend and foe...
To come and stab us in the back.
With a packing of guns to prepare for that.
Now awaiting we do,
For a civil disturbance...
To give us reason to become entrapped.
Like wild rabid dogs bred to attack!
And left to roam with our wounds.
Howling in wails at a cloud clustered moon,
Doomed...and gloomed to foam in fumes.
As an end result of settled scores.
'WHY was this necessary? '
Those who had a purpose and survived aren't sure!
'This isn't as future I wish to endure.
This is not a future i wish to knock on my door.'
Then don't invite it or welcome it in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Hesitate to Enjoy the Lemonade
Some had it once,
And dropped it flaunting.
When the flow of dollars came...
Some folks went insane.
Few could stock,
Or pocket them to prepare for shock!
Those dollars decreased in prize.
Leaving many stunned...
And caught quite surprised,
When the dollar began to tilt...
To take a nose dive!
Right before their eyes.
Some believed having it,
Would keep their lives lived above others...
And seen by them
As being more fortunate
To be among those considered 'legit'!
Backed by good credit ratings.
And nepotism appointments given them.
Just to brag and sit witless!
Looking down on others.
Fathers leaving mothers.
Sisters getting their hair and nails done.
Just to tell their 'brothers'...
They are no good for them,
Or anyone!
Now very few of them
Have themselves to depend on.
Without money in their lives...
Their pride and dignity,
Has taken quite a slide!
And that quality of life...
They climbed to pursue delusional heights,
Has died!
Taking with it what they no longer now hide.
Tears of grief that pains deep with no relief!
'When life presents lemons...
Do not hesitate to enjoy the lemonade,
You've made! '
Those are the thoughts,
Of those who stood strong.
With prayer and faith...
To someday have God,
Correct all wrongs!
And that dawn seems to have come.
In full view...
To see those receive,
An undoing of deceiving deeds!
Planted by the seeds.
Surrounding them to suffocate,
And smother amongst the weeds!
'When life presents lemons...
Do not hesitate to enjoy the lemonade,
You've made! '
And some will choose to booze their minds...
Hopeful that a fading time,
Returns!
Blinded and grinded with deficits that churn!
Stinging with a burning they alone have earned!
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Tradition
Tradition is just like one-way traffic over here,
And you can't change the minds of the people around;
For their lives are programmed like a robot.
The law is very difficult for them to obey,
And it is all about a different culture and different people;
But their lives are always programmed like robots.
The tradition over here is very strange to me!
And you can't change the very minds of these people;
But at times, it is just like broken pottery in the hands.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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(Political Poem) Another Label
When I think of politicians
Their is only two kind evil and lesser evil.
Hit them at their homes the pretentious man says.
We will get the support of the people.
Not that we really need it.
Let them know their not alone.
Call it left, Call it from the right
Subliminal advertisement is just not right.
With hate I turn off my t.v.
For I just don't want see.
We say but that is of the real world.
I say go outside look around you.
Those people traveling in their cars.
Those people walking into the bar
Their are your fellow man.
Show them you care by saying no to these man in their suits and ties.
Hey man I just spend 1000 dollars on cloths I shall only wear for a day.
To throw away, or sell.
What the hell.
That would be my thoughts.
I have not one pair of clothing that I only worn once.
The cameras surround them like and actor their famous.
Should the famous be the ones who lead.
It takes a lot of greed
To be seen by the media as a fable.
Just another label.
Here's mine WE KNOW! ! !
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