In Tones Of Nonconformity
Systematically,
And with a pinch of strategy...
An addiction to mediocrity condoned,
Has replaced the drive to achieve...
A higher state of mental activity.
In fact,
Being illiterate and lacking in intelligence...
Is as welcomed as acquiring skills to deceive.
If one happens to live,
In certain communities...
Where the acceptance of nonsense,
Brings one a life of ease and thoughtlessness.
Cynical?
Those expressions have long been dismissed,
As pessimistic!
And somehow pessimism today seems to be the goal,
By the ones who chose to ostracized the ones...
Who spoke in tones of nonconformity.
And nonconformity?
Everyone seems to be caught in the act of it.
They call them activists now.
Prior to this...
Those with the same ideals to awaken others,
Were labelled militants or agitating nationalists.
And everything else derogatory to ignore.
And these were the people making attempts to save humanity!
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First To Thirst With An Impression Rehearsed
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
And those making attempts to reach higher to achieve,
Would never be opposed by disbelievers who deceive.
IF insecurities and greed were not priorities to feed...
First!
To thirst.
With an impression rehearsed upon those observing.
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
Or advocating divisions with an emphasis on race,
To minimize greatness and those benefits replaced!
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Travesty of Brilliance
A travesty that shadows brilliance,
Contorts the showing of it...
In atmospheres where foolishness,
Seems worshipped and condoned.
Those who have a brilliance,
Are made to feel freaks.
Made to feel unusual whatever they do...
And often how they speak.
With a clarity understood!
That is not butchered on the streets.
Are pointed out as smart and/or 'lucky'.
And should move away to succeed.
Since where they live and feel a comfort...
Only disrespect they can expect to receive.
A travesty that shadows brilliance,
Leaves many disadvantaged...
With an unconscious acceptance,
Of a stifling ignorance.
Smothering them and in their decadence.
And...
In many communities where unity is professed...
A preferred association with ignorance,
Many profess as their success.
With a known evidence of it achieved.
To be brilliant and exposed,
Threatens those with insecurities.
Expecially those who are clueless,
With no connection to identity or to what that means.
To achieve mediocrity is a stretch for many!
And for more it is out of reach.
And those who are brilliant in the own communities...
Are treated as if they have leprosy.
OR something that disfigures them to be ostracized,
Shunned and banned.
Ridiculed by minds diseased.
And this travesty of brilliance,
Sweeps across a degraded land!
Showing just what influences.
And how corrupted insecurities...
Can destroy and ruin by command.
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Wished In Retrospect
How legitimate can contributions,
Of a poet made can be?
If comparisons are made to another poet,
Who spoke from a time...
When poets expressed themselves,
From a different philosophy...
That occurred in a past be gone history.
I always accepted poetry to be commentaries,
Of that which depicted activities existing.
But there are those who today compare,
A cobbledstoned road of yesteryear...
To a highway today needing constant updating.
Since those who travel on it...
Have mentioned little interest,
Of using a covered horsedrawn wagon!
And most people afraid,
Will always attempt to validate nonsense.
Since this nonsense becomes romanticized...
As a time when exquisite etiquette was expressed,
As wished in retrospect...
By those whose ancestors were highly illiterate.
And lived amongst themselves in a welcomed ignorance.
And some like me are today told...
Our poetry is not European,
Therefore the quality of it...
Will never achieve exquisiteness.
And I sit to compose caring less,
About comments made by those...
Who have chosen themselves,
As images of correctness...
When generations of them,
Have chosen to digress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Only The Ability To Waste
There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.
But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.
Today?
How things have changed.
Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.
But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.
'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'
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Remember Those Who Spoke Their Minds
The people who make claims,
They do not know what's going on today...
Are the same people yesterday,
That said the same thing.
And the day before that,
They pretended not to see...
Trouble approaching their doorsteps.
Or a devalued lifestyle full of tension.
And lacking an abundance of quality.
Remember those who spoke their minds,
Without excuses to make!
And were told they were negative?
Remember those who refused to be disrespected,
And were criticized behind their backs...
Because they sought better lives to live!
And did not masquerade to fake?
To eventually be chased away...
Slandered, backstabbed and betrayed!
The people who make claims,
They do not know what's going on today...
Are the same people yesterday,
That said the same thing.
And the day before that,
They pretended not to see...
Trouble approaching their doorsteps.
Or a devalued lifestyle full of tension.
And lacking an abundance of quality.
And 'now' they wish,
For sense to be made of this.
When the seriousness of this they had dismissed!
And those that were ostracized,
Have disconnected themselves from it...
Completely with lives lived free of conflict!
And blessed to have been mavericks.
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Today, I want to be cynical!
Today, I want to be cynical
I won’t listen those long lyrical
I don’t care people’s opinion
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll be the sour vinegar
On the tip of your tongue
I’ll quench my cold blood
I’ll shut my crying heart
Today, I want to be cynical
I deny false sympathy
I believe world’s hypocrisy
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll burn your comical face
With acid glance’s attack
I’ll breed my poisonous words
I’ll carve my sadistic smile
Today, I want to be cynical
I shame self pity
I laugh at naivety
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll be the sound of thunder
Shake often your bright day
I’ll know your hidden mistake
I’ll close your chance to break
Today, I want to be cynical!
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In The Midst Of The Doing
What I have managed to accomplish,
With a focus on attempts to pursue...
Has not been without sacrifice or effort,
And a fixed determination to prove...
My life live and the experience of living,
Means more than approval to me someone gives.
I am here to live life.
And adventure possibilities to either create,
Or accept as is.
And those who sit seeking acceptance,
Are usually the ones wasting time to complain.
While conducting campaigns to gain sympathy.
With a hope empathy is there to share in abundance.
People like this are often limited.
And grieving with excuses to make them sound legitimate.
I am not immuned from making mistakes.
And as long as I live there will be more I will make.
But...
It will be in the midst of the doing done.
And not in the faking...
To allow to be dismissed,
The seriousness of my wishes.
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Mediocrity Is Not An Effort That Succeeds
I do not pursue a challenge with you.
No.
Not at all.
I am on a quest,
To outdo 'my' best!
And having me to critique,
My own efforts made...
I wouldn't wish this kind of pressure,
On anyone else.
You should hear some of the things I say!
I am too forgiving of others' attempts.
And much too strict...
When accepting what I believe,
Is a commitment to achieve...
What I deem for myself as 'sheer' mediocrity.
And mediocrity is not an effort that succeeds.
Not for me as a motivator,
Pushing towards a direction that pleases.
It is for me an acceptance of procrastination.
And I have already given myself accolades for that.
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Something Appropriate
They meander incapable
Of helping themselves.
Intelligence is nonexisting.
And mediocrity is applauded
For the effort!
Who is to blame?
An insanity embraced,
As achievement...
That has replaced
Encouraging the process of thought!
They are all caught up,
In the physicality of 'things'
A reality that brings them all disaster!
And with that approaching...
They all look for something appropriate,
To wear!
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Main Participant
You want the sky blue,
Whenever you want it to.
You want people to fall over you,
As if that's suppose to happen too!
As if your star is brighter by far!
We keep asking ourselves,
WHY things turn out the way they do!
Why there is violence...
Disrespect and a disregard too!
We keep asking ourselves questions,
About those things we condone.
We initiate those things we hate...
Then want to be left alone!
You want the sky blue,
Whenever you want it to.
You want people to fall over you,
As if that's suppose to happen too!
As if your star is brighter by far!
To be catered to...
Because of ideals fed,
That have never been true!
You think this world exists...
To be about you as you wish!
But you have dismissed,
Others like the plague...
Or if they suffered from sickness,
To ignore, kicked to the side...
And left for dead and quick you hide.
As you and others like you,
Wine and dine until you're subdued.
And this world that 'you've' created,
Reflects just what you have dished!
Your satisfaction is much delayed...
Aided by nonsense,
And your destructive ways...
Inflamed by this foolishness assisted.
And if you feel you are now being screwed...
Look in the mirror!
And you will see who has done that too.
You're the main participant of a life allowed!
Doing those things a thoughtlessness brings,
Looking for sympathy...
As you show a head inebriated.
Awakening ashamed and obviously bowed!
Questioning why you drank for hours...
To sustain an elusive quest for power!
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
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People Are Attempting to Escape from Facts
A comfort in passing judgement on others,
Has its way of returning this activity...
Right back to those detractors.
For a long time it was believed the Earth was flat.
And there were scores of people,
Who would despise others...
Opposing with a difference of opinion.
In fact...
People were expected to keep their mouths closed.
As if to be kept sealed and 'labelled'.
Entrapped to pay for their lack of conformity.
Today...
Something about that has changed.
Today?
People are attempting to escape from facts...
To have others pay to enhance delusions,
That will never become realities.
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.
And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.
A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.
This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.
'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prior To Whatever The Outcome
Who knows if those decisions we make,
Will achieve and please...
An expected result?
With a certainty known that is already felt.
The ones who take chances,
Eventually learned...
Something about deciding,
Upon which way to turn.
It is easy to reflect upon those experiences,
One gets.
And express whether or not,
A relief to them came with no grieving met.
But those who hesitate in a waiting done...
Are always heard to state they know what will occur,
Prior to whatever the outcome that is shunned...
Comes to ease or wreck havoc on their nerves.
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
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Acceptance of Limitation
An intelligence defined by its commonness.
With conditioning affects,
Repeatedly unchanged...
Remains the same in its acceptance,
Of limitations confirmed and expected.
It is not reaching for heights unknown.
Or maverick voyages inspected to address.
Since little of that is nurtured or shown.
Within itself...
There is a discouragement left.
Although a willingness is welcomed,
A birth that clings onto a faith untested...
Allows a growth of hypocrisy condoned.
On foundations grown...
Initializing at its base.
This is not to be question or challenge.
Definitions have been set in place!
The realism of symbolism flourishes.
Never to be erased or end confrontations,
Taking place within.
A intelligence seeking comprehension...
Struggles with knowledge.
And attempts to avoid division.
But eventually chooses to separate in isolation.
To protect from the effective feeding of delusion.
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Such a Massive Waste of Competence
If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?
There is no further need,
To mention the affects of greed.
It is apparent in one's vision...
The precision done by ignorance.
Those who believed they had the answers,
And would not listen...
Have gained positions,
To affliliate themselves with quick fixes.
And decided a leadership,
Would be those hand picked and liked...
For their willingness to follow.
Allowing much grief and sorrow.
With a quickness done of their silent lips.
If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?
Not if those stood strong and opposed...
Such a massive waste of competence.
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Suggested As a Recommendation
Forgiveness is a process of one's state of mind.
And in most cases...
An acceptance occurs.
A tit for a tat...
And an eye for an eye,
For what it is and means...
Can and should be avoidable.
However,
And I am a firm believer of this...
If someone has already submitted a leave of absence,
During these periods.
An accountability for what takes place...
For whatever happens to another,
When misdeeds are done directly...
Or behind one's back purposely to disgrace.
And a retaliation has been committed,
During times when one is under mental duress.
Any steps then taken to correct one's health,
Should be regarded as progress.
With 'that' as the main goal to achieve!
And one should then be praised,
For a recovery that heals in success.
And any doctor concerned,
Will prescribe the best remedy to keep a mind healthy.
Many of us have gone through that!
If not...
And this is a fact,
A second opinion is always suggested...
As a recommendation.
Remember...
Keeping in good physical and mental condition,
Determines the degree of one's happiness!
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Preferring to Complain, Eat, Play Games and Sleep
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
With attempts made to improve their lives...
Very few of them even bother.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
Perceiving to 'do' is 'to' follow through and receive.
Setting the example,
Is likened to biting into a pail of nails.
In some places...
Where folks are accustomed to applauding failure.
And setbacks are welcomed by those laying the traps!
It seems to happen to those,
In acceptance of themselves.
Believing they can do anything!
And accomplish like no one else.
No matter what the circumstances.
People like this seem to have a determination.
Like flowers reappearing to dare to bloom brighter,
Every Spring!
As if to prove a point that is made.
Regardless of what the naysayers bring to the table.
These folks seem to qualify their own abilities!
Since to accomplish means to them...
What one does with one's mind.
Not a place to find where this can be done.
Or seek to fulfill a mediocrity,
Like everyone in an environment...
Where excuses are made.
And alibis the 'disease'.
And a thought process for many,
Seems to have stalled in potential.
Surrounded by an abundance of it.
To proclaim!
But the potential has yet to become essential.
It's just in conversation to exclaim.
With a doing of it yet given an opportunity to use.
And those seen in pursuit...
Are immediately sought to ridicule and abuse!
Yes this 'is' sick!
And done daily by vocal nitwits!
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
And ironically...
This activity one has sought to pursue,
Isn't that unique!
But a work ethic applied to tasks to complete...
Seems oddly a challenge many unaccepting.
As seen by those who roam on urban streets.
Many have come to fear to dislike and not endear...
The definition of work or the time spent to sacrifice.
Mention this...
And they will soon disappear!
But adopting quick to devisive devices...
No one fears this at all!
Preferring to complain...
Eat, play games and sleep.
With a shopping stop made,
Daily at a local mall.
Like an expected routine.
Kept as sacred,
As the connection of life has to breath.
No matter if the act of that...
Has least importance than one's credit.
'They seem to take a lot for granted here.
Don't they? '
~I have no idea.
Do they?
I have things to do to get done.~
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Comprehension
Philosophical hypocrisies,
Are easy to dropp and leave.
The status quo is in a state of shambles.
And how things go is percieved,
As the way they ought to be!
Whatever is said and how it gets done...
Few question motives anymore.
Nothing today has a validity that stays,
To compare to what was done before.
There once was a time when good advice was sought...
To bring about a comprehension to resolve.
But misunderstandings communicated now...
Is a goal many achieve to flaunt and not dissolve.
The right thing wished is dismissed for the wrong,
As if it belongs in affairs!
And no one dares to question end results...
For fear an accountability,
Will examine a stagnation...
That attempts a clarity without the use of insults!
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I Have No Desire To See Our Worlds Collide
You have always said to me...
I lived in my own world.
And I did not object.
In fact...
I accepted what was 'then',
Your way to address...
My nonconformity.
And today you say to me,
I should express more empathy...
To you,
As 'your' reality...
Has increasingly ceased.
But I...
Have no desire,
To see our worlds collide.
Nor am I wishing,
To seek an approval that accepts my insights.
Just know this...
You have been right all along.
And I wish to keep things as is.
For me your assessment,
Has awarded me with benefits.
And I...
Have no desire,
To see our worlds collide.
Goodbye!
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