Integrity Isn't Automatically Achieved
They've been amongst us.
Crooks and thieves.
Discreet deceivers...
Doing as they please.
To receive what is believed,
Are entitlements one should get.
Integrity isn't automatically achieved.
If examples are not set at birth...
The possibilities of exposing one to scandal,
Becomes for them the rule.
An encouraged acknowledgement.
And not the exception one follows.
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When Has That Not Been Observed?
They are not deceivers.
They are believers of being thieves.
When has that not been observed?
And where were those who now many claim,
Of being disappointed! ?
Cocained or cracked?
Or both?
The explicity of this could not be missed.
Unless...
The feeding of their racistness,
Took their eyes off of the economic downshift.
And that has been going on for decades.
Fools being played...
While crooks escape to enjoy their escapades!
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With Influence That Lacked Integrity
I've witnessed manipulators,
Come and go.
A few had used techniques...
As easily as massaging a couple of egos.
Knowing who to dupe,
And which ones were shallow.
And then there were those,
Who chose to rub shoulders...
After searching whom first to cuddle.
To obtain their confidence,
In secret huddles.
And with influence that lacked integrity,
These criminals had begun their rise...
To heights of incompetence.
With the aid of excuses...
And defending companions,
By their side.
To then be rewarded and applauded...
For deeds achieved.
While hiding the fact...
They were actually crooks and thieves.
Dumbfounding the blind,
Who still followed them close behind.
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Hardworkers Not Crooks
Hardworkers,
Not crooks.
Were those I knew,
Who raise early my beliefs.
Maybe perhaps a few of them were thieves.
But none showed me,
An abandonment of greed was fed publicly.
Whatever it took,
To accomplish any deed...
The satisfaction was in the doing.
And not at the expense,
Instilled in my integrity.
Materialism and other 'isms'
Of all kinds.
Was never on my agenda.
Or made to prioritize in my mind.
I needed to keep my identity defined.
And hardworkers not crooks,
Made sure that discovery was not hard for me to find!
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Stampede
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
This is not a perception.
This is seen to be believed!
It is happening today,
As gossip told on ears received...
Many are being forced,
To reveal...
Truths unspoken to release and free.
Devastating fiction,
Created to distort facts.
Has produced a host of conflicts.
And those conflicts have returned,
Disturbing paybacks.
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
One must step quickly,
To clear a path for those who run.
A stampede increases...
As these people are clearly in fear.
They are frightened and appear...
Afraid of what is to come!
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The Aging Of Entitlements
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
They want to continue to believe,
They are deserving to stand tall...
On the backs of the poor.
As a cementing of doors...
Prevents them to advance.
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
As the throwing of trinkets to appease the needy,
Is treated as if good deeds are done...
By the ones who welcome their blood ties.
To a history of gluttonous feeding of selfish greed.
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Hospitable Hosts
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
But a gathering of thieves does not perfume the air.
No matter what is used to diffuse the stench...
Many are proud to stink so loudly.
As viewed with noses lifted high in despair.
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
Some even pretend to be humanitarian.
If not tax deducting philanthropers.
However...
Those who know they are straight up crooks,
Are the most entertaining and hospitable hosts.
They ensure everyone is provided comfort.
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Planting Misdeeds
Envy and jealousy kept to keep to spread,
Eventually creeps into the heads of others.
And this feeling deep seated,
Increases in the minds of sisters and brothers...
To find them defeated every time.
With hidden agendas and secret plots to deplete,
Happiness shown of any kind
Leaving a hatred left to suffer by all.
Take a look.
Petty thieves, leeching crooks and deceivers...
Are everywhere planting misdeeds.
Ask yourself this question.
'With what effectiveness am I participating,
In the nurturing of weeds to kill the bloom of flowers?
And is my progress as successful as it can be? '
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In Declarations They've Originated
Is it possible that an achieved fantasticness,
Will ever be accredited to the one who has introduced it?
Or will those remain to connect a dollar from it to lift.
In declarations they've originated,
What someone else has toiled to create.
Although their participating inventiveness,
Continues to receive no acknowledgement...
Or a recognizable benefit that is expressed.
Yet actively suppressed.
Is it possible that an achieved fantasticness,
Will ever be accredited to the one who has introduced it?
Or will those remain to connect a dollar from it to lift.
Showing themselves to have no innovative spirit.
Or one that ever existed.
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The Only Change I'd Like To See
The only change I'd like to see,
Is a quality of life.
And people expressing their respect,
For others including me.
With a commitment to doing it.
And not with hindsight.
I'd like to see a marketing of disciplined children,
Effectively being done.
Day and night.
With common sense used as a priority.
And not from it take flight.
And education a necessity IF,
Greed is not the emphasis...
To focus one's ability with a getting it,
As if a success to impress has been won.
I'd like to see this change in everyone.
I'd like to witness a representation,
Of honesty believed.
With people choosing to advocate this movement.
And doing this with integrity.
I'd like to see crooks and thieves,
Less promoted as dignitaries with ambitions to deceive.
I would like to see those deluded,
Awakened from this sleep disease.
A change we all can believe?
How about those admitting to their insecurities.
And the race and color of one's skin,
Confessed as a reason people are taught to hate.
And those with issues solicited to bait...
Labelled as ignorant.
That's the change I await.
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There is no exception to the rule that every rule has an exception.
quote by James Thurber
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Dishonesty Is Given To Get And Taken
Too many are dishonest.
And living amongst themselves with it.
With a doing of this playfully,
And encouraged to remain children unfit.
To relish their immaturity and 'thick-headedness'.
Too many are dishonest.
And prepared to lie and cheat.
As witnessed by those much younger,
Practicing false beliefs...
They too one day will teach.
Too many are dishonest.
Thinking it 'cool' to fool and deceive.
And too many have grown older,
Without integrity or identities...
To leave,
Future generations...
With a solid effectiveness respected,
As a qualifying priority.
They should expect this from others...
As it is given to get and taken as received.
But this perception is not uppermost,
In minds hosting floating boats...
Circling until their throats are choked!
Since,
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
Dis-honesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
With a feeling to fullfill a need.
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
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A 'Supreme' Invention Meant
Release them from their inbred madness!
Black and white stagnation,
Dipped in fear of integration!
Segregated links have weakened...
The greatness of a nation sought!
With pettiness amongst them fought!
Release them from their quest to rule.
Choosing tactics
And tools only fools use to prove themselves cruel!
Unfortunate are those who see some as inferior.
After exploiting resources,
To annoint themselves superior!
Delusions of power exposing insecurities...
With an ineptness of concepts,
To destroy economies!
Intentions to take and make subservience stick...
Has done nothing to advance humanity,
Or grant honor upon those...
Who have proven to all,
Their ambitions are judged to be mentally sick!
God comes to show all...
With Disciples sent,
None of this backbiting dementedness...
Is suitable to exist,
As a 'supreme' invention meant!
Sit God does with 'spirits' watching...
Growing more each day incensed!
And displeased by those
Who have manipulated and chose...
Themselves as 'royality'!
With secrets to perceive and receive,
Deceptive entitlements!
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Saints An Sinners
(coverdale/lord/moody/marsden/murray/paice)
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
When moses stood on the red sea shore
Laying the law on the line,
He said dont come knocking
On the pearly gates
If all you did was have a real good time
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful.
Saints an sinners
I stand guilty of a thousand crimes,
An I suffer temptation still,
Show me a man who wont give it to his woman
An Ill show you somebody who will
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
Saints an sinners...
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With My Finger Up And Raised
Tired of deceivers,
And the lies they leave...
Yes I am.
Yes I am.
Tired of the thieves,
And corruption of beliefs...
Yes I am.
Yes I am.
Tired of false faces that come.
Tired of those fixed smiles done.
Tired of the running by some...
Of those who say they care!
But not one woe I will do!
Tired of deceivers,
And the lies they leave...
Yes I am.
Yes I am.
Tired of the thieves,
And corruption of beliefs...
Yes I am.
Yes I am.
But not a single woe I will do.
And....
Not a woe I will do will prove...
With my finger up and raised!
Tired of the thieves,
And corruption of beliefs...
Yes I am.
Yes I am.
Tired of deceivers,
And the lies they leave...
Yes I am.
Yes I am.
But not a single woe I will do.
And....
Not a woe I will do will prove.
Or a showing I have had it,
With attitude.
And my finger up and raised!
But not a single woe I will do.
No.
Not a woe I will do will prove...
Or a showing I have had it,
With attitude.
And my finger up and raised!
With my finger up and raised!
'You don't need your finger up and raised.'
With my finger up and raised!
'You don't need your finger up and raised.'
With my finger up and raised!
'You don't need your finger up and raised.'
With my finger up and raised!
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Comprehending Your Success
Can you accept and believe it...
The air allows a breathing to be achieved?
I am glad you do agree.
Because if you didn't,
I would suspect your thoughts...
As being an experimental accident.
And not an intention given!
And those wishes to fulfill dreams you have,
Are coincidences of good timing.
But you expect bad luck to receive.
And your acknowledgement of it,
Is on call in your mind.
Confirmed in a constant rewinding.
The kind that could be left behind.
To attract an absence.
But losing it is a fear you can not bear.
Although each breath you take...
You think nothing to rid of.
To inhale is a thing done you do.
To exhale is what one tosses away...
To insignificantly float.
To fade from a once over bloated gloatness.
But since you accept and believe,
The air allows a breathing to be achieved...
A possibility of comprehending your success,
Is something you should not waste time to connect!
To flaunt something you did...
In an awareness of it!
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Spill
More than admitted.
And a truth some wish to kill.
What comes gushing from the waters,
Is many times more than just a spill.
Those responsible are denouncing,
The publicity of it.
Deceivers are defiant,
And rely on ignorance.
Biblical is a disaster,
Created by those of greed.
Now it is the acknowledgement of this,
Those with the 'bucks' desire to alter what is believed.
More than admitted.
And a truth some wish to kill.
What comes gushing from the waters,
Is many times more than just a spill.
'Then what is it? '
An overdose of gluttony!
And a determination to implement one's will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shipping To Their Shores
Honored delusions exchanged in confidence,
Is fine to embrace when within one's fence.
And shared in face to face conversations.
Limited to the comforts of one's backyard.
To be regarded as a freedom of speech.
However...
It is the leaping over these fences,
To attempt to remove a foot...
One can not keep from being found in one's mouth,
To debate whether or not to negotiate...
When talking about beliefs without expertise.
And...
To defend those entitlements they receive,
When most of them are imported from overseas.
To then offend those who do this,
As rivals and enemies described as inept thieves...
Does not promote the best image for a diplomacy.
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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.'
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Irresponsibility Had Been The Main Course
With a strapping that is saddled,
On the backs of the middle class...
Unhappy are the legal thieves,
Who express sadness those promises...
A bona fide leader made,
But could not deliver...
Or to them pass!
And perhaps that leader is correct.
Since when promises were spoken,
The economy was not so openly broken.
People 'then' were not as affected...
By unsuspecting crooks behind the scenes,
Dressed in suits and running off with all the loot.
To leave them without funds,
And their bank accounts cleaned.
And now as the sand in the hour glass descends...
Deceivers wish to transfer their lack of accountability,
On the shoulders of this leader...
Until his back bends.
With pretensions they dismiss,
As this leader defends his judgements that are 'hissed'.
When an irresponsibility had been the main course,
Long before his leadership began to exist!
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Gloss and Ego
I...
Don't wish to discriminate.
And I...
Choose love to taste and make.
Say I...
Will not laminate my name.
Just to play the game of gloss and ego.
Oh I...
Think about the crooks a lot!
Say I...
See a leeching that can stop.
Yes I...
Believe integrity could save.
And implusively a 'something'
One could nurture.
I...
See purpose in a doubt.
I...
See the use of it as boosting.
And I...
See encouragement released.
When mistakes are made,
To show life isn't slices...
Of Grandma's apples.
Oh I...
Think about the crooks a lot!
Say I...
See a leeching that can stop.
Yes I...
Believe integrity can save.
And implusively a 'something'
One could nurture.
I...
Don't wish to discriminate.
And I...
Choose love to taste and make.
Say I...
Will not laminate my name.
Just to play the game of gloss and ego.
I don't need to do a deed for sequels!
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