Imprudent Curiousities
Encouraged to breach...
By higher paid leeches.
In places secured...
To trace and given permission,
To ignore and abhor warnings of transmissions.
Spying to leak personal data.
Imprudent curiosities pleasing these thieves!
Claimed to be aids in training...
But granted access,
By those skilled to sleaze!
And quite pleased they are...
To reek wiith impurities!
Nasty are these self righteous whores!
Exposing themselves,
And just what they fight for.
It is obvious it's more decadence.
To lift and praise...
To spend and defend,
At the expense of those innocent.
As they gather to demonize,
The truth expressed from those left.
Without criticizing the widening of theor slide,
Into a deepening cesspool...
Created by their own excuse making lies!
Masquerading they do,
A lack of moral fiber!
No longer enriched with concealment...
Nor are these misdeeds subdued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daring To Be Self Righteous
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And we weren't judging the depth taken,
Of someone's moral fiber dipped in decadence.
From a point of view that criticizes,
While we live our own hypocritical lives...
Daring to be self righteous,
As we all continue to patronize the height of sleaze.
And doing our best to climb that ladder with ease.
With a feeling to be entitled.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
Although when publicized publicly...
There is a need instantly to defend a discipline,
That does not exist.
And when someone admits to us what we can kiss,
Immediately we become appalled.
With a wish to censor the innocence of 'children'...
Who are directly marketed to be as filthy as possible,
With the consent of all claiming to be 'trendy' and progressive.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And there was a benefit to our pretentions,
That were not so obviously seen cracking at the seams.
And our motives were not so obviously confused,
With a making of sense that today is nonexistent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Follow The Leader
For the first time,
Questions are raised
As to who was paid
To keep the innocent deluded...
When the sky was caving in.
As celebrations kept them numbed.
And receptive to refuse signs of truth.
Even when their foundations were seen crumbling...
The passing of the buck was done real quick!
And marketed to heights,
Was a slipping of greatness.
To keep festivities light and bright,
With accepting sleaze.
Left to the thieves...
Who were praised on Wall Street!
For the first time,
Questions are raised
As to who was paid
To keep the innocent deluded...
When the sky was caving in.
And the bombardment of terrorists,
Successfully kept attention...
Away from 'inside' misdeeds committed,
As crooks with political ties...
Perfected economic sins!
To pocket and divide.
Disgust is not enough to slow...
The effective falling of dominos!
When so many have been suckered to play,
Follow the leader.
And made to obey incompetence displayed.
Without dispute to mute.
Or boot this failure away...
In a straitjacket.
To muzzle.
And then lynched to commence healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embedded In Their Minds
People lie.
Especially to themselves.
Because the act of it,
Makes them feel good they can control...
A truth they can manipulate,
They believe will never be told.
People lie.
And caring less others are aware of it,
When embedded in their minds...
They have created something that does not exist.
And with a planting of misdeeds they watch their lies grow.
Everyone has been exposed to one or two chronic liars.
'Why do you have to be like that? '
Like what?
'Keeping it real.
And making me feel as if I am naked.'
That's what truth does.
It reveals everything.
Even exposing those who believe themselves to be hiding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Low Can Traditions Sink?
Is he a hypocrite?
Another self righteous sleaze,
To be known to victimize boys...
With compelling sermons,
Preached from a pulpit.
Or...
Is he just another demon,
Philosophing life with hymns and scriptures.
And using standards long now ditched,
Into cesspools where the wicked become enriched.
And with a knowledge of this...
Give glorious performances as expected.
But when they leave people pleased,
They crawl back into their holes...
Where others like them remove their pretentions.
By disrobing from a slickness...
To do things discreet, down-low and unmentioned.
Is he a hypocrite?
Another self righteous sleaze,
To be known to victimize boys...
With compelling sermons,
Preached from a pulpit?
What do you think?
How low can traditions sink?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Will Come to Know The Effectiveness
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
Denials raised to stay committed,
To defy what is presented
Once truth begins to combat deceit.
Creates a massive turnaround of events,
The telling of lies can not defeat.
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need
A group of experienced archaeologists feeding,
Findings discovered.
In ancient dusted fields.
What is as it is observed,
No longer can deceit conceal.
There 'is' most definitely a reality.
One we all will come to touch, see and feel
As 'thee' truth upon us revealed,
Is unmistaken for its authenticity.
Choose to like it, ignore it or leave it alone.
Many will come to know the effectiveness of it.
And masquerading truth is not condoned.
'How did you know 'that'?
I was private and discreet.'
Truth is not like deceit to be hidden.
And those unaware of that,
Find themselves victims of their own entrapment.
'Where did you study this? '
You are pitiful.
You didn't know that did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Acceptable Way Of Life
Even though there are thieves and deceivers,
And everything imagined corruptable and crooked...
In these days now lived and...worshipped!
To be exposed as they are amongst us.
It is in the pomp and circumstance of the doing,
That treats those delighted...
Who have found they have become addicted.
To allow a wickedness to thrive.
And those opposed against what is now valued,
Are regarded as traitors to an acceptable way of life.
Becoming the ones now accused,
To making drastic changes,
With a restoring of those lost values.
Attempts to correct those wrongs have been protested.
Exposing them for what they are has people outraged
How can anyone eliminated those wrongs uplifted.
To make again those things remembered,
That once had been great and lived as right.
'We will fight to protect our interests that are valued.
We will fight to spread the decadence,
We so love and praise.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mandating Themselves to Be Forgiven
Self serving and self righteous platitudes,
Could prehaps have a purpose...
If,
They were not made to excuse the abusive...
From degradating acts performed on the innocent.
At the expense of victims,
Those in lofty places...
Perceive themselves to be untouchable.
And mandating themselves to be forgiven,
Is the pinnacle of deplorable arrogance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is Inevitable
Accepted or not.
Deceived or manipulated,
To replace it with dishonesty.
Truth.
When it is revealed,
Can no longer be concealed.
Or interpreted for something it is not.
And regretting not to have embraced it,
When that opportunity comes.
To have it faced,
Does not change the integrity of those
Who have known and lived the truth.
When opposition displays its evil.
Although,
Those who have based their lives.
On lies told as they lived,
Are the ones haunted by their misdeeds.
Observed as seen.
Leaving truth shown to be spoken and known,
Eventually winning all battles!
It is inevitable that an evil is chased away.
Once the masquerading of it has been exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My conscience is clear.
She seemed wide eyed and innocent.
The answer to a young mans dreams.
They seemed to meet by accident.
But things aren't always as they seem.
She planned their meeting carefully.
Paid great attention to detail.
She was as sure as she could be.
There was no way her plan could fail.
She was quite certain she could count
On access to his bank account.
At least to use his credit card.
To earn herself a nice reward.
He too was certain of success.
He knew that he was penniless
And planned to take her for a ride.
Instead of making her his bride.
Two con artists head to head.
There's little more that can be said.
There was no chance they could foresee.
their plans would fail: Inevitably..
She looked wide eyed and innocent.
He seemed to be a gentleman.
Though both were overconfident.
they couldn't fail. Fate had other plans.
Although they were prepared to cheat.
To demonstrate their competence
But did not know the must compete
to win the others confidence.
She was convinced she had him fooled.
He was quite certain he would win.
But fate stepped in and overruled.
Their well laid plans to their chagrin.
They both left town quite suddenly.
And left their unpaid bills behind.
Along with sundry property.
Which by default I claimed as mine.
I made a profit from their sale.
Which more than covered my expense.
For me to win they had to fail.
A matter of expedience..
I lost much less than what I gained.
Enjoyed the whole experience.
Which keeps my close friends entertained.
I feel no need for penitence.
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Dominating Factor
If you know you are right...
You have a choice.
You can either be patient.
Or choose to fight!
If you know you are wrong...
And defend your position.
Regardless of the opposition faced.
You 'too' have a choice.
You can smother yourself in denial.
Or you can spend the rest of your life...
Wondering why no one believes a thing you say!
Either way,
Eventually someone is going to get hurt.
Especially when 'truth',
Is not first researched and encouraged...
To be the dominating factor embraced,
As a guiding force!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finally
Go on
just take me for granted.
Go on
just ignore me.
You did it once
you can do it twice
enjoy it now
'cause there will never be a third time.
Go on
just take me for granted.
Go on
just ignore me.
It no longer matters
'cause I'm letting you go
...finally.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Those Sneaky Backbiters That Glide In Sleaze
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Adore the stench of it.
With campaigns to attract more,
To this mental disease.
Influenced by self hate.
With a debasement created and loved.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Are seen digging their own ditches quick...
To satisfy those embraces faced,
With others in filth and sludge to hug.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Entrenched in tracks with that to leave.
And quite excited in self righteous ways...
When investments tossed away from unsaved youth,
Delights them with an ignorance...
That keeps them all enslaved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Outside At Recess
Walk away!
Don't say a word,
About how you suffer.
You walked out on me.
I am not the one to blame.
I did not create,
Your pain.
If that's what you've come to claim.
You dissed me!
Selfishly and without thought.
I had your back and...
So did 'you' it seems,
As well.
You were always freely in my dreams.
Coming to go as you pleased.
Where as I had to pay rent,
In yours.
And most times I found myself evicted,
At my own emotional expense.
To which I can say,
No longer provides you access!
Get away from me!
Walk!
Don't say a word.
You have not a clue!
I am not looking to you to occupy,
A vacancy!
And you come to me,
Making demands...
For 'my' forgiveness?
One of us has learned lessons.
And one of us is still outside at recess!
Guess which one is neither sharing,
Or renting out space?
And...
Caring less about the preferences,
Of references.
There is no sign here that suggests,
Child's play is allowed.
Step!
To the left.
On the curb.
And down the street.
To disappear.
From here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vile And Inappropriate
Vile and inappropriate?
Of course it is.
But not too many will agree,
Since they feel entitled...
To say and do what they please.
And excuse their actions,
As a marketing done to defend...
Their right to decrease a valued way of life,
They have deliberately have ignited...
With a setting of their own standards.
To place the attraction of their sleaze...
And their lowlife mentalities on others,
Who are far less self righteous...
In the expression of their pretentiousness.
But...
Are their actions vile and inappropriate?
Of course.
Who has not been aware of that?
Only those who follow and are loyal,
Seem not to be aware there is a difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Specific By Design
Lazy adults raised by irresponsible children,
Choosing to do what they please...
With the making of excuses encouraged as done,
Are not the ones to blame for their attitudes towards life.
Many do not accept transitions and think of them as painful.
Every example of a quality of life to value,
Has been degraded by those lazy who view mediocrity...
As too much of a struggle to achieve,
With an escaping from a hopelessness and self pity.
And the evidence of their influence is too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that sits,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Or can anyone conscious excuse the limits of it!
And the purpose with intentions to confine...
Those of shallow and unused minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What and Who Will Win?
What and who will will?
The Euro and the Yen.
And those who have plenty of them.
And IF truth is pursued...
The cloak of deception,
Will then be removed.
And those who have been tricked and fooled...
Will then be pulled,
Out of a cesspool believed envied!
Addressing a mess,
Too many have been left to defend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imaginative Associations
I can no longer occupy my mind,
With imaginative associations...
To those who choose to distort friendships.
Especially the ones I've known for years...
But have 'never' been inside my home,
To say they paid me a single visit.
But can travel across the country,
To sit with 'their' friends to spend a weekend.
I can no longer defend or excuse,
Someone who abuses and disrespects my time.
To find alibis to make,
As if in the doing of it...
Is perfectly fine.
I've learned those people are not my kind.
Especially if I regard my time as equally important.
Oh...
I can pretend to be fluff and full of that stuff.
But do not believe I am made of it to disregard.
I too can easily dismiss and forget.
I am not a one trick pony.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nuitritional Value Of The Food Fed
Anyone who has already been convinced,
That conflict and confrontation is a part of life...
To be accepted and tolerated,
Are those who rush to defend the acts,
Of their disrespectful children who lack discipline.
And they are among the same people...
Who question the nuitritional value of the food fed,
To those who are locked up for their crimes commited...
While spending rehabilitation time in prisons,
Learning updated ways to be corrupt and deceiving.
As those continue to spend taxpayers 'bucks'...
Denying they have a point of view,
That actively advocates an appreciation for decadence.
'No one here is debating 'why' these young people,
Must repay society for their misdeeds.
However...
We feel it is most important and imperative,
That our youth today...
Be given a daily dose of the correct percentage,
Of vitamin A, E, C and D.
With a mineral supplement to maintain a healthy appearance.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Prerogative
Britney Spears - My Prerogative Lyrics
SPOKEN:
People can take everything away from you
But they can never take away your truth
But the question is..
Can you handle mine?
They say I'm crazy
I really don't care
That's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn
Getting boys is how I live
Some ask me questions
Why am I so real?
But they don't understand me
I really don't know the deal
About my sister
Trying hard to make it right
Not long ago before I won this fight
Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live? (tell me why)
I don't need permission
Make my own descisions (oh)
That's my prerogative
That's my prerogative
[It's my prerogative]
Its the way that I wanna live
[It's my prerogative]
They can't tell me what to do...
Don't get me wrong
I'm really not souped
Ego trips is not my thing
All these strange relationships
It really gets me down
I see nothing wrong
Spreading Myself Around
Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live? (tell me why)
I don't need permission
Make my own descisions (oh)
That's my prerogative
That's my prerogative
Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live? (tell me why)
I don't need permission
Make my own descisions (oh)
That's my prerogative
That's my prerogative
Its the way that I wanna live
[It's my prerogative]
They can't tell me what to do...
Why can't I live my life?
Without all of the things that people say?
Ohh...
[Shout]
Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live? (tell me why)
I don't need permission
Make my own descisions (oh)
That's my prerogative
(They Say I'm crazy) Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live? (tell me why)
(they say I'm nasty)I don't need permission
Make my own descisions
(ahhh)That's my prerogative
[That's my prerogative]
song performed by by Britney Spears
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Not Accepting the Obvious
Denial has the capability,
To drag pity around...
In various unique places.
And with a standard of performance set,
Prepared to stir the heart.
Denial has the capability,
To remove truth from memory.
Excuse an alcoholic,
And supply any drug one wishes.
Denail has the capability,
To deceive oneself to hide the truth...
And live a life of lies.
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
'Thank you for your beautiful performance.
Yes...
Her death was premature and done by natural causes..
She was loved by millions.'
~Loving to hear her voice.
But...
How can anyone be blind to the fact,
She was killing it intentionally.~
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
But enjoys every detail of pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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