Into the Caverns of Darkness
With the advice of appointed sidekicks...
One man has singlehandedly insured
The word 'integrity' has become a joke,
When applied to folks who govern...
From such lofty positions!
Credibility?
Can you say...'Got none? '
And will never be located!
Not at these sub-basement levels.
AND...
It is rumored that this costly production
Is 'thisclose' from losing all interest,
From everyone
Because someone had a notion
This man has a thought to be shared
To determine the direction of 'down and deeper in dung? '
Light has already refused to shine on the minds
Where these folks are tripping over their steps.
He has no thought to think!
That is why we are now on the brink of no return!
But...
There is some satisfaction that attracts to this action!
He reflects all of those who chose to follow him...
Into the caverns of darkness!
And they accept this.
Since they watch and cover,
Each other's backs!
Like rats on an expedition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Totally In Twilight
Some folks actually insist...
What is going on today,
Isn't going on.
And that we should pray...
To avoid the realities!
There are folks like that...
Totally in twilight!
With minds dimmed.
And a thought process completely off!
And people like me are called heathens...
Because I am against being on my knees,
When the basement of the church is on fire!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Lines Are Set Up For 'State of Minds
The hazard of their staggerings,
Brings this awareness to attention.
Many folks have found themselves broke!
And feeling busted to the gut...
Is not for them a joke.
Who pulled the plug,
That has sucked them into this!
'Hey! ' They say, 'This should not be us.
This should be 'them'.
We thought we were insured to have security.
Now we are no more than vagrants...
To our lost and vaporizing, dissipating whims! '
~Sir...
I believe you have found yourself, In the wrong line! ~
'But I am in the 'P' line.'
~These lines are set up for 'state of minds'.
You need to stand over there,
Under 'I' for 'Intellectuals'.
In that line you can quote with the others.
And feel just fine.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Seek New Lows
Those who wish with you,
To seek new lows.
With a disrespect...
That sinks deeper into neglect,
Of one's integrity.
Let these folks go.
Unless a willingness to be dragged,
Through the mud and laughed at...
Is a desired goal.
Some people can get too familiar,
With what they believe another should accept.
As a means of a closeness to be given one gets.
Let these folks go.
Unless a willingness to be dragged,
Through the mud and laughed at...
Is a desired goal.
Who knows?
There are those who call this behavioral nonsense,
Friendship.
'Uh...
I'm gonna have to find,
Another way to occupy my time.
'Cause you don't know me like that!
Nor will I allow this sleaze appeal,
To get any deeper to offend in a new dimension.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make Every Breath Count!
emancipate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
reconcilliate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
facilitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
resuscitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
make every breath count!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pictures Still Say What Words Can Not
I have no wish like others,
To feel and relive miseries.
There is nothing about sorrow,
That has an interest for me.
Some folks share their grief,
And can not leave these moments alone.
Folks like these I choose not to be around.
Nor are they invited near or inside my home.
I've had my days of weeping tears.
And for years they would not stop.
My heart has pounded in my chest...
Feeling I would pass out or dead I would drop!
But faith so strong I kept inside of me.
Even when those I thought were close...
Chose to leave me alone.
There was a message from God I learned from that.
When people think one is down and out...
They will make their true identities known!
And just how much time,
If any...
They have,
To make their feelings shown.
When one is flat on their back...
Folks can show where they are coming from.
With no need to express where they are at!
Or vocalize what they wish others to believe.
Pictures still say what words can not!
And some words unheard,
Can be the best one unseen can leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Noticed As A Serious Undertaking
The playing of cat and mouse,
May come to validate the cat and the mouse...
Choosing to play.
However...
Someone deciding,
They wish to see a cat and mouse game played...
Without the interest of the cat or the mouse,
Might discover themselves to be disappointed.
And the focus of an attention not wanted.
Some folks can amuse themselves,
By assuming their misdeeds...
Increase with their childish effectiveness applied.
Like deciding which toy soldier,
Prefers to be in the trenches or on the battle line.
And these minds try to enforce an authority of some kind,
To be noticed as a serious undertaking.
And not regarded as a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nirvanic Moments
I am often amazed by those
Who offer their consultations freely
To assist in my understanding,
Of my own experiences!
Although ridiculous...
I find myself encouraged,
To listen to their insights!
And upon leaving them glowing,
With self satisfaction...
I realize,
That is all it takes!
Just stare them in the eyes and nod!
Favorably.
Tease them about their ancestry.
They have no idea,
They are providing the evidence
That convinces anyone with depth of thought...
Just how shallow the mindset of humanity has become!
And these folks truthfully believe,
People have desires to be like them!
And I have this concept...
If they should disappear,
'That' would provide the cure for all cancers!
The problem with that notion is...
Most of them are suited in laboratories,
Clinically dissecting themselves to find meaning!
While the others plan trips to Rome,
To catch a glimpse of the main one appointed
To monitor and head their criminal activities!
In a show of pageantry that competes,
With that of the pomp and ridiculousness...
Of the pulcritudinous shame of English royalty!
It's all connected to thief and BS!
These folks have thrived on the backs,
Of the downtrodden!
However...
I do admired the ones
In charge of designing those fantastic wardrobes!
With the Pope in Gucci...
And the Queen in jewels?
No wonder these spectacles are stress relievers.
To some degree...
Perhaps they do deserve their adulation!
Idolistically speaking of course.
With a profound display of symbolism!
It has to be exhausting,
Keeping these myths addressed!
And cloaked from the eyes of the masses.
But 'who' cleans the bowls of the 'thrones'...
Once they have been flushed?
Those must be nirvanic moments!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Way Chosen To Travel
Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.
Some folks have it in them,
To be objective.
When a few will intuitively know...
Which action to take,
And which ones to let go.
Some things are better left unspoken.
Or when said...
Should be as if a joke.
Folks are less inclined,
To become provoked...
When approached in a less serious manner.
Curbing conflict with more playful banter.
Then a listening is done with more intent...
When a punchline follows,
That is delivered and meant...
To knock some sense into minds,
Concreted stubbornly in cemented nonsense!
Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.
There is a way to invoke,
What should be heard and spoken.
And that road one wishes not to take alone...
With others one desires to follow,
Convinced and condoning...
That a way chosen to travel,
Was a decisive choice as collectively shown.
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Age Spots and Lips That Droop
Psychotic are their problems.
Big and small ones hidden over time.
They did not have to keep them wrapped up.
They chose to medicate them,
With named brand solutions.
Given in geriatric presciptions.
With doses afforded,
And hopefully generically produced.
Or over the counter cheap solutions,
To ease symptoms of a process
Nurtured in their minds.
And these are the same folks,
Who worked to enjoy their retirements?
And I have enjoyed my life...
Knowing that when God said it was over,
That's when I would retire from it!
Not sit and rock away my time.
Of course I have been labelled crazed.
And I will never receive a gold watch,
For being that great and loyal employee.
Nor will a dime I thought was coming back to me,
In a pension plan...
Be lost or confiscated by a company drained by crooks,
Do I have to worry about.
However...
That would piss me off.
To work for the same folks for fifty or more years...
And not have a thing to show for it,
But age spots and lips that droop?
Stiffened joints and wrinkled skin?
The life from those kinds of folks,
Has been sucked from them to the marrow.
And here I am getting compliments,
For a firm behind.
And all this time,
I was working to have broad shoulders!
I have no complaints at all.
God continues to do me right!
I wake up each day with very little in my pockets.
And I feel like millions.
I go outside and see those with a few dollars...
And they would scare folks to death.
I've seen mummies in museums,
Wrapped and encased look better.
And these are the same folks,
Who worked to enjoy their retirements?
In what way...
I wonder?
Halloween only comes around once a year!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
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Slow Folks
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
Oh,
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
By those slow folks...
A butt end of a joke.
By those slow folks.
Provoked or demoted,
By those slow folks.
Or turn into a joke!
By those slow folks.
They can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Those slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Getting Dark
it's getting dark and the darkness
the darkness thickens no light
it's getting close and the closures
pick remnants of steps apart
it's getting to the caves and the caves
the caves are mind devoured
it's getting to the end and the end
no beginning has discovered
it's getting me trapped and the rats
they lick their wounds - just yelled
it's getting me known in sets
elements I've been expelled
it's getting me centered on axis
on a null an' an x an' y
plus minus zero life taxes
and a VAT tearing the sky
apart apart apart it's getting dark apart
it thickens no light apart
it's getting close apart
pick remnants of steps apart
the caves and minds apart
beginning the end apart
the traps and rats apart
elements sets apart
life and its taxes apart
on a null an' an x an' y
watch the words daily die
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Growing Up In the Projects
You want to know what it's like,
To grow up in the projects?
Being different and taking risks?
'Can't be that bad! '
Follow me.
'Where are we going? '
Up to the roof.
'To the roof? '
Yeah.
I want to show you something from my point of view.
Now...
Turnaround.
Put your hands behind your back.
'Why? '
I'm going to tie your hands behind your back.
Then I'm going to blindfold you before I leave you alone.
'But...
I might fall off the roof.
Aren't you concerned about that? '
You'll learn to adjust.
If you want to survive.
And...
If you can not get up from a fall?
Maybe you were too blind not to pay attention.
Some steps some folks shouldn't take.
Listening and observation is key.
Common sense is precious.
You be surprise how many lessons one learns,
Growing up in the projects.
'But my hands are tied.
And I can't see.'
I use to hear that all the time!
~Boy! Can't you see my hands are tied?
I can't see where the next dime is coming from.
And all I get from you is lip! ~
Note:
Not too many folks I knew who grew up
in the projects became victims from the experience.
In fact, most of the folks became very successful people.
But...that was a time when expectations were high.
And many years ago when folks chose to have 'some' identity
and dignity connected to the 'self' and a growth process.
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Deeper
I cant even look at this skin tonight
Knowing that our time here is on a while
Hold me in your arms and breathe me through
Like I know that you can only do
In your horizon, no, nothing truly dies
Never tremble with fear
Youre just married to the sun
And every second only makes it deeper
Flower pushes through the dune (? ) and blooms
It doesnt have the faintest(? ) that it is due
A virginity is making loss an open wound
In your horizon, no, nothing truly dies
Never tremble with fear
Youre just married to the sun
And every second only makes it deeper
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper
I was alone in my room
And all I can hear
And all I can hear
Was the sound of my heart beating away
But I will follow you
Deep into the light
Beyond the death of love
Love
In your horizon, no, you will be together
Faith(? ) from this hell
Ill be married to the sun
And every second
Will only make it deeper
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper
Deeper, deeper
Deeper, deeper
There is a light
Deeper, light
Its deeper than the difference of light
Deeper, light
There is a light
Deeper, light
Its deeper than (..) light
Deeper, light
And I will follow you
Deeper than the death of love
Deeper than the (..) seen(? ) to the light
Its deeper than this flesh and blood
I will follow you
I will follow you
Deeper
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Why Are You Gloating?
Why are you gloating?
You look as if you were a mouse,
Who was just awarded...
A lifetime supply of cheese.
'That's almost funny.
No.
But...
Say I 'was' that mouse.'
Okay...
Mouse.
'And that mouse was suspected of stealing cheese.
And those who made the cheese...
Did all they could to find the mouse guilty of the crime.'
Go ahead,
I'm listening.
'And...
The mouse,
Kept telling the makers of cheese...
They actually befriended rats!
And those rats were the culprits of the theft all along.'
I don't get it.
What has that got to do with you?
'You see...
The folks had their eyes focused on the mouse closely.
Under microscope.
Not realizing they socialized and entertained disguised rats.
Masquerading as wholesome folks with undeniable integrity.'
What became the outcome?
'Well...
Not only was the mouse awarded that lifetime of cheese you mentioned.
But efforts long dismissed achieved notoriety for that same mouse.'
Soooo,
'Why' are 'you' gloating?
'Forget it.
Just forget it.'
Hey,
Wait a minute.
Don't get angry with me.
You were the one to bring up the mice and rats in disguise,
Working inside a cheese factory.
Yeah...
That's right.
Walk away.
You need to lay that head down and get some rest.
No wonder I see him smiling all the time.
The dude is nuts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is this All About
Scathing?
That may be.
But none of it attempts to erase,
Or shy away from reality.
Bitter?
Well...
No one should consider truth that way.
But it isn't embraced.
In fact,
It is hated by those nurtured on delusion.
Purpose?
To implement it.
A deceit free society.
Even if minds have been fantasized.
Expected outcome?
Civil unrest with protest unaccepting...
An honesty folks have never received.
Folks will argue with talk show hosts,
Seething about their standards of life.
And how that has been devalued...
By those not strong enough,
To keep them from putting their hands...
In the cookie jar,
Over and over and over again.
Earmarks?
Well...
They want to blame him for not omitting them.
But has anyone refused them?
Who did not accept them?
What is this all about?
Cowboys and Indians.
Hosted by the Chinese,
Who love those Jungle Bunnies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Social Heirarchy
Losing one's ability,
To maintain both credibility and integrity...
With one's social heirarchy attacked as well,
Is far worse than losing one's credit rating status.
Although for the sake of appearances,
One can always repair one's ability to borrow...
With a promise made to repay and keep that faked.
However...
A falling from grace on one's face,
Does not provide a backup to cover.
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Under The Skin of Those Misguided
Those who chose to poke their jokes,
At the expense of sincere folks
Seem to be missing in action these days.
Perhaps realizing they are
It never pays for those intentions made,
To select those defenseless and unknowing
Of the extent or depth of one's misdeeds.
Because
Those same misdeeds done,
Have a way of crawling under the skin...
Of those misguided.
To teach lessons to leave unforgiving,
Mental treatments difficult to diagnose.
And the best medication can not numb,
Or relieve
The consistency of a permanent stinging.
Especially when those acts provoked,
To joke and poke sincere folks discreetly
Usually develop from one's unconsciousness.
Making it hard to prescribe a process for specific healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Benefit of Their Neglect
Some folks don't recognize a good thing
Even when they have it!
They will take it for granted.
Thinking it came to them easy...
So more has to be out there for the asking!
Until it becomes understood,
Their intentions to turn what is good...
Into something not so tasty!
They become deluded within themselves.
But delusions are what they are!
Based on fantasy.
And some folks have fantasized themselves,
Right out of the mix!
To secure something or someone that belongs...
It has to be appreciated.
It has to become a respected part of one's life!
When that appreciation goes?
So too a peace of mind one thought came,
And would stay at the benefit of their neglect!
Many do no get this!
And that is why 'that' which was theirs isn't there,
To be shared!
It has gone.
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Responsible
Taking action.
Regardless of the consequences,
That may come.
Relying upon experience.
And doing what needs to be done.
Disciplined without taking offense.
Defensive,
If what is done is thought to be right.
Having integrity...
With a dependable insight.
Willing to correct.
Realizing no one is perfect...
Yet.
Taking steps to accomodate,
Without hesitating to wait...
For decisions to take place.
Or one to be late,
With admitted commitments to make.
Showing a respect one does not neglect.
And keeping one's word...
With a comprehension,
One and all deserves.
Listening with attentiveness to every word.
Being 'there' and responsible.
Making sure of what has been shared and heard.
Dependable.
Thoughtful and reflective too.
Where are those...
With these traits today?
Where are they...
To show us the way?
Have they too felt much betrayed?
By those once trusted...
Crushed and now busted!
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