Imploding From An Overload
Imploding from an overload,
Of cloak and dagger misdeeds.
And leaving a trail to hail these acts,
As a means to trace back to times...
Corruption defined the feeding of greed.
And today the uninformed are led to believe,
Their lives lived without deceit...
Diminishes an accustomed quality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking All The Rules
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.
I can feel it!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
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Shine
Just a grain of sand on a thousand beaches
Just like dust in the wind
Try to understand why I go to pieces
Dont know where to begin
Got a smokin hand, nobody knows plan
But I can feel it, its gonna overload
Its a greed machine, it means everything
Im gonna have to get it out of my head
Got a screaming hand, shadows are all my friends
Cause they conceal me when I overload
Its a greed machine, it means everything to me
I cant conceal it when it overloads
I still shine
Got a smokin hand, no one can understand
But I can feel its gonna overload
Its a greed machine, it means everything to me
I cant conceal it when it overloads
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Mental Anguish
Never do unto others,
What is believed to be for them deserving.
It is almost impossible to correct,
A heart life broken...
By suspicions later that some regret.
With an awakening to a sorrow,
They 'must' accept without peace or rest.
To be accused for anything,
Someone has not done...
Has its consequences to pay one day.
For those who knowingly made another's life lived,
To suffer...
Emotionally that way.
And when the truth surfaces to reveal,
A wrongness performed by acts of deceit...
That shoe forced to place unwittingly on someone's foot,
Will come back to bite the minds...
Of the doers of these misdeeds unrelentingly.
Leaving...
Them never to relax with their mental anguish intact.
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In Civil Disobedience!
The majority of them have lived their lives,
In an isolated racist bubble.
Now that their comfort has been marked by troubles...
They seek a bailout from their mindless gains.
With wishes their selfishness did not exist.
Or had not been obvious to others,
Who had witnessed this!
While a greed was fed to exploit those in need.
Those who now seem much better off.
Since they have less blood to bleed...
Than those who lived totally on their good credit.
And loans the economy...
Can no longer assist them in their leeching to feed.
And their misdeeds and deceit...
Now chases them in fear!
With no escape from this beast!
While they swarm the streets...
In civil disobedience!
Treating them with a taste of defeat!
Completely out of their minds...
Come the times for those of selfishness!
Protesting that their interests,
Has left them in duress!
With no fingers to point.
As they are kept close to their own chests!
In attempts to keep themselves...
From losing their precious breath!
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
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Isolated
Championed are trite statements,
Of a dead man treasured...
Who has long been gone!
One who ushered in their downward spiral.
One who began their 'conservative' slide...
Into divisions,
That introduced them to oblivion!
And they contribute his comments,
To a feeding of their greed.
Until the deceit of it...
Exposed to reveal their gross misdeeds.
With such activities,
Bringing them to dire straits...
And on the brink to the brim of grim!
They still insist their backward insights...
Are worthy solicitations,
To continue to defend!
With a ridiculousness,
They persist with this.
Believing their best interests,
Do not offend those of consciousness.
Or keep them isolated...
In times when their mindlessness has ended!
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An Attribute Taught
There shouldn't be so many different shades of truth.
But there seems today there is.
With varieties of it to pursue.
I remember as a youth,
There was only one avenue taken,
To the root of truth.
And 'if' that way was not admitted...
There was a punishment dealt,
With a quick releasing of deceit...
As a prerequisite.
Everyone I knew back then,
Has been successfully delivered...
From those cloak and dagger issues.
There shouldn't be so many different shades of truth.
But there seems today there is.
With varieties of it to pursue.
And there is something that can be said,
About maturing in one's head.
To be fed up with a life of hide and seek...
Is an attribute taught,
That should be sought to teach!
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Deceit Can Not Keep Them Hidden
Losing is not born from honesty.
Those who are honest...
Realize they can not always win.
Those who do anything to win,
View themselves as losers.
They blame others for their failures.
Provoked fights are started.
Lies are told.
They ban together...
Sometimes in darkness.
With attacks they wish to feed their greed,
And insecurities.
They have needs to prove their superiority.
They will do anything to be believed!
Deceit can not keep them hidden.
Everything is lost!
Even a pride and dignity once had,
Becomes worthless!
They wish for happiness.
But 'that' within them,
Has never been defined.
They have no patience in their minds.
No time is spent for it to be developed.
They are engulfed with pointless pleasures.
And listening is a thing they have never done.
They view that as weak.
Nothing for them is gained.
And whatever was possessed,
Has ceased to be valued!
An increase of depression is confessed.
Leaving them to self destruct.
They label what they do...
And what has been done as an overview,
As a recession from misdeeds.
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Erodes In Substance And Diminishes In Value
When the physicality of things seen,
Determines a respect given to another...
As a means that expresses one's point of view,
About a life lived and the quality of it...
Is also the determining factor,
Why many can not see a way of life...
Trapped by insights limited to materialism,
Erodes in substance and diminishes in value.
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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.
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With It You May Gain Wisdom
They don't have the honesty to tell you the truth?
I can't believe I am hearing 'you' say this!
When did you become an advocate of truth?
And who or what threatens your perception,
To finally accept it.
And what are you expecting as a benefit?
The repeating of corruption and deceit?
Well...
The process of truth,
Will be proven to be cost effective!
And with it you may gain wisdom.
However...
Believing you will pocket with truth as an asset,
May disappoint a greed you've been accustomed...
To feed with the ease of telling quick lies.
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Substance
It's okay if some have none.
Or know what it means to have it.
Some live their entire lives,
Having no clue what it means.
While others believe it is a collection of things.
That sit around waiting to be polished or dusted...
Until the importance of that act,
Bores!
That which has substance also has quality.
Even if ignored,
It will maintain its intent and integrity of content.
Its purpose has been defined.
And there is a reliability that is consistent.
And it is not surprising at all,
That many people have never come in contact with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Can Never Be For 'All' What God Is
Pray.
If you say you know God is there...
Why is it you accept conflict?
And dismiss He is everywhere.
Pray.
Everything God is,
Is within your reach.
God isn't secretive,
With deception to teach.
Pray.
Listen.
God wants us to love.
Not stray and disobey.
And we've done so much of that.
Leaving us dissatisfied and dismayed.
And constantly from His enlightened 'sight'...
We've made choices to look away.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
God knows we are weak and defenseless.
Too senseless to know the power of love...
And to pray.
Laying our weapons down!
And becoming freed of that need...
To command as if we were He!
And we can never be for 'all' what God Is!
And 'this' God knows and has exposed it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Looks On Faces
It has been historically reported,
Commandments were sent...
To be obeyed as ordered.
There were ten of them.
Depending on recommended versions...
All of which ignored.
To be followed...
Not amended as wished.
But a need for satisfactions...
To a detriment,
Was explored.
To redefine The Almighty's wish!
Man chose to dilute these truths.
With laws to complicate the basics.
And today humanity faces,
Consequences to embrace...
With looks on faces fed with greed.
And difficult to replace a created disgrace.
But actions are not traced...
Back to a feeding that chose to disbelieve!
And that feeding still exists.
With screams from protestors...
In demands for more of it!
With looks on faces...
Addicted with insistence,
To a feeding of more of their greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yours!
Before you get a housemate,
To double up.
To pay the expenses made,
That double without inviting trouble.
Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one is accustomed to it like that.
Before you get a housemate,
To double up.
To pay the expenses made,
That double without inviting trouble.
Would the space to be shared,
Be worth the loss of fresh air...
For a few more cents to spend senselessly.
Just to keep a lifestyle pretended.
That may invite friction not intended.
Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one...
That would be 'you'
Is accustomed to it like that.
With a wish to be able to keep it like it is.
Without self inflicting unwanted agony?
Or...
One,
Still 'you'...
Can choose to unload what was.
And move on to keep a mind at rest,
Untested for many happy tomorrows to come.
Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one...
That would be 'you'
Is accustomed to it like that.
Keeping your peace kept intact exactly the way it is.
YOURS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality Fatalities
Bitter is the truth,
Coming to some to stun.
And in these awakening days now lived...
None of it is partial.
A totalness of it is addressed,
As it relentlessly gives...
Heartbreak and emptiness.
And tempers everywhere,
Are there and flaring.
Truth is not to be dared!
Its affects are bold.
Leaving folks beholding it...
In blank and helpless stares.
Unbridled are horses and other pets.
Showpiece collections...
Being stripped away,
With tears and regrets!
Like the sudden departure of anything,
Or anyone loved...
That leaves behind a grieving,
And much unhappiness that is left.
To feel without an accepting...
Like the ease of a breathing breath.
These reality fatalities,
Meeting a squeezing done.
By a faltering of an economy...
Dwindling from a greed,
Excitedly greeted and once welcomed.
Now gone.
Swept across a land of those who once believed,
Their quality of life was set and sacred.
Untouched but now discovered...
Is a bleeding felt that succeeds.
They can not recover,
From lifestyles lived beyond their means.
When the certainty of truth...
Brings with it a stinging done.
And demeaning with a death,
Of all delusions that have been kept!
These reality fatalities,
Meeting a squeezing done.
By a faltering of an economy...
Dwindling from a greed,
Excitedly greeted and once welcomed.
Like the drifting away of leaves,
From barren trees.
Never to reproduce the joys...
And those temptations that seduced,
A feeding fed that has run out of its 'juice'.
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An Effectiveness That Has Manifested
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
What is becoming more understood?
Those wishing to turn back time,
If they could.
To ensure all interests were invested,
In humanity and goodwill.
Instead of creating a hated that kills,
With an effectiveness that has manifested...
No caring to share knowledge and skills.
And...
Done with less praying under steeples...
With a hidden reason to treason the people.
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
And a decadence that has gone on...
In sacred places,
Basking in hypocrisies!
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
With hollow beliefs.
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
Feeling an emptiness they grieve.
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These Acts Are Often Quickly Returned
I have never understood,
Why some people would take it upon themselves...
To say or do things with evil intentions to another,
And not perceive whatever is done they do...
Will not come to be done back to them?
And...
With a doing that never ends.
Once their doings have been discovered.
And those who believe others are sensitive,
When in the acceptance of misdeeds done...
That have come to affect their lives,
Should think of their own.
Especially when condoning the temptation to perform,
An approval of blind acts of thoughtlessness!
These acts are often quickly returned.
And with a specific and swift stinging!
'That's it!
No longer will my patience be misinterpreted.'
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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