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Is There Anyone Left

He has clearly shown his point of view of this process.
He believes it is ridiculous!

And if he doesn't...
He is exposing a decision making aspect of his personality,
To not only be flawed...
But crazed.
And he represents their standards and values?
And he is praised as a leader?

Is there anyone left admitting they have consciousness?
Who is it that still wonders,
If it really makes a difference who leads?

And out of what...
Are those who follow behind being led away from?
And to 'where' will they find themselves awakened,
To welcome an overcoming of such magnificent ignorance!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Courage To Be Honest

All he has done,
Is to remove hypocrisy...
From the decision making process.

And although this is historic,
In the eyes of those self righteous...
He has shown an ability as a leader,
To have the courage to be honest.
And for those hiding behind shadows,
This is incredible news.
It is unbelievable!
Leaving many to say,
He has done this for political reasons! !

Duh!
Let's evaluate his position.

He once had taught law.
He has interpreted the constitution,
As documented by the founders of their society.
Especially the part that says,
Protecting the rights of all people...
Regardless of their religious affliations.
That part.
That part that states...
Everyone should be treated equal.

And for the people observing this...
He has exposed his willingness,
To represent ALL people...
AND not to defy God's wishes.
For those thumping upon their Bibles.
With a cutting to paste their re-writes.

However...
He has offended those who would rather live lives,
Pretentiously.
Offending the ones who advocate for family values,
AND standards...
But whose leaders of their moralistic foundations,
Are being investigated for crimes of all kinds.
You name them!
They are there in full representation.

And THEY...
Regardless of their religious affliliations,
Or political indoctrinations...
Have used their own beliefs,
To prove they are out of their minds.

Although insist their own ignorance should be followed.
No matter what the evidence is...
That has proven them to be selectively crazed.
And these days...
Quite blatant about it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Making of a Dollar

Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.

And in 'those' days...
A having of dignity and pride,
Was shown and not denied.
And depending on who you are...
A pride taken in oneself,
Will be labelled conceit and arrogance.
Again...
This depends one how one is depicted.
And 'what' one represents.

To emphasis those values...
Only when they seem to be demeaned,
By a targeted class of people hip hopping on the scene...
Society chooses to belittle and disrespect.
With a media microscoping to defame and diminish.

However...
Those same values are not kept,
When addressing those who believe they are above others...
When marketing their disgrace,
To advertise high on billboards, movies...
And other 'money grabbing' ways up in everyone's face.

Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
Before the making of a dollar,
Replaced the making of quality human beings.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accept For Those Who They Owe

In a world getting more socially global,
They find their values and standards
Over rated and outdated.

Their isolationistic point of view,
No longer supports their dependency on exports.
And no where is anyone importing their arrogance.

Today more people view them,
With pity than with praise.
Like a child once tolerated...
But time has aged those days.

Even slowly they can not be awakened...
From a deep induced sleep.
To see themselves.
In every aspect of their daily lives...
They are delusional and entertain fantasies.
And those who speak of truth and reality...
Are slandered and despised.

Their way of life does not exist anymore.
Not to those with opened wide eyes.
And they can not see themselves as powerless to this.
They can not see themselves,
No longer number one.
No longer the one kept loved and special...
OR prioritized,
On anyone's list.
Accept for those who they owe!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These are Values and Standards Kept Within

Deliberate and scheduled maintenance,
Prevents foundations from becoming weak.
Boosts and bolsters securities monitored
And reflects a respect given.
Twenty four hours,
Each and every day each week.

A pride is shown!
With a discipline that seems to be attached,
To unquestioned competence.
A strength beams to gleam in a constant glow.
And support of it is given, bestowed and not hidden.
As if understood and unmistakably comprehended.

These are Values and Standards Kept Within

These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.

These are Values and Standards Kept Within

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poppycock

Because he is black,
He believes he is held back.
He is!
And so are they!
Because she is black...
And attractive.
She believes she was hired for that!
She was!
For display.
Because I am black,
And proud of that fact!
I can not understand...
Why many blacks can not accept,
Who and what they are...
Will always be attacked!
There is a sickness attached,
With insecurities no one can match.
People are conditioned,
To believe in superstitions...
With inflicted intuitions to expose an ignorance.
And yet superiority can not be proven,
By the advent of incompetence.
Anyone can look around,
And observe standards and moral attitudes placed...
Crumbling to the ground!
Live and in living color.
Very few of these images,
Are broadcasted in black and white!
And what is done undercover?
Produces all shades of everything.
Making what one's values...
With traditions they uphold,
Little sense left to fathom to maintain, grasp or follow!
It's all poppycock!

'There you go!
Bragging about your sexual prowess,
Again! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank You For Ringing That Bell

You constantly would ask for my opinion.
And nothing that I have suggested,
Has stuck in your head like glue.

After years of discussing your insecurities...
I have one suggestion left,
I'd like to offer you.

Collect all of your excuses.
And reuse each one if you have to.
Your speeches of change,
And admitting this is true...
Makes no difference to me anymore,
What it is you do!

I've learned not to pay any attention to you at all.
And waking up to that realization,
Has taught me this lesson...

If someone can accept,
One's show of disrespect...
And not think that could be...
A possibility that leads,
To the beginning of one's downfall?
Stalling in hesitation creates the implementation.

And I thank you for ringing that bell.
Because I have finally awakened,
To answered the call.

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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Someone Who Believes In You

When there's a dark storm on your horizon
And you think you can't get through it
Just put your hand in my hand
And I'll show you how to do it
When the future looks uncertain
You can count on me to be there
And when your heart and soul are hurtin'
Just look and you'll see me there
Just follow where I lead
I'll give you what you need
A love that's always true
And someone who believes in you
So when you're searching for that rainbow
I will help you find it
And when a mountain stands before you
I will help you climb it
Just follow where I lead
I'll give you what you need
A love that's always true
And someone who believes in you
It's time to come alive
Your moment has arrived
I'll bring out the best in you
We can have it all
No, we will never fall
Looking down from our celestial view
Just follow where I lead
I'll give you what you need
And I'll tell you something else
You'll start believing in yourself
It's an easy thing to do
When you have someone who believes in you
Someone who believes
Someone who believes
I'm someone who believes
And you've got someone who believes in you

song performed by by Air Supply
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The Best Of Images That Represent

Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.

Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed But Unbelieved

We are taught...
A way of life is only acceptable,
If it is lived from our point of view!
Although our values are flawed,
And we are awed by conflict.
...with a touch of war and self-obsession.
Our abilities to reflect,
How we expect to be treated...
Falls short of our actions,
Observed but unbelieved!
Hypocrisies are a given...
As empathy is shown,
In many charitable ways!
And this we insist to be,
A factor well known!
Grace upon the arrival of each day.
And blessed we are,
To inflict this advantage!
However...
There is a self-righteousness,
In the standards we embrace.
And we are unable to face,
A divisiveness that splits and stays!
Although a wholesomeness about it,
Is daily portrayed as we employ our joys...
By a propaganda marketed without delay!
With the best of subliminal injections.
Leaving nonconformists much annoyed!
And this we insist is diplomacy,
If understood...
How it could and should be convinced,
In movements actually lived!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Values / No More Lonely Nights

I hear them telling me that you're selling off the furniture
And even keep my personalized autographs
You might as well go all the way and sell your granny to the zoo
And while you're at it, may I go to my psychiatrist ?
He's making money out of making me laugh
But I don't mind , I wish that I could say the same about you
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
And I'll be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
The city shark is at the dark and of the alleyway
You pays your money and you takes your choice
The artful dodger says he wants to pick a pocket or two
But you, you've taken up a place in high society
A personal friend of messrs rolls and royce
Got them all convinced that everything you say to them is true
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
I like your wife's smile, I like her car
If I had your lifestyle, I wouldn't go far wrong
On the waters of life you row your boat
Into the strongest tide that you can find
On the darkest of nights we were two of a kind
We went through it all before the tide went out
And left us stranded on the shore
How was I to know
How was I to know
Well you ain't got no values
You know you think you're hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all

song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Policies Allowed

Your policies allowed,
Those 'crazed' to be praised.
With no depth to be appraised,
As consciousness raising.
With no sign anywhere,
That respects intelligence.

And this is 'not' a criticism.
Nor an embellishment of fact.
These comments are made,
From a focused observantion.
And exposed are pretentions...
Successfully charaded,
To masquerade.

When corners are left,
To collect the settling of dust.
And a crust from rust...
Is anxiously swept under a rug,
With a practiced thrust.
There is unsurmountable trouble that exists.

And it should not be offensive to mention this.
If those who clean claim they have worked,
To the extreme.

Lips are quick to lie in high places!

Your policies allowed,
Those 'crazed' to be praised.
With no depth to be appraised,
As consciousness raising.
With no sign anywhere,
That respects intelligence.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Only Requested You Pay Half Price

Who wins and loses?
Who cheats and deceives?
Who manipulates religiously?
And still perceives,
Their values and standards should be believed?

Who is selfish with self-righteousness?
Who is stubbornly convinced,
That a hopping back and forth over a fence...
Proves there is a decisiveness,
With concrete and awakened consciousness?

Who defends when offended by the most trivial of deeds?
Who believes they are better,
When excusing themselves when someone else bleeds.
With a showing of a hollowness as an empty apology is given.

'What are you saying?
I paid five dollars for this bushel of apples.
I would have picked them myself.
But I was not dressed for the occasion.
And you have the audacity to imply,
I am not caring?
And I am here to deliver to prove I do?
Do you want them or not?
And don't forget,
I've only requested you pay half the price.'

What a friend!

'Finally you have begun to realize it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here to Breakdown Barriers

Please.
No need to apologize.
We all have a reason to misinterpret.

And yes, I do agree.
They should regard it a privilege,
That I am in their presence.

Ain't too many of me up in here!
Providing 'urban' insight.
From a point of view,
They believe from TV 'should' be...
Full of venom with tidbits of hate.
Because I am a black man.
Raised in projects they have created,
And made ghettos.

I do not serve that kind of mentality.

You see...
I know I have more to offer.
And I give it to them for free.
I am not a Huxtable.
Although I greatly appreciate Bill Cosby.
He too delivers from an insight fresh!

And as a writer/poet...
I do my best to express from a consciousness,
Much broader than the confines...
Of mindsets defined by one's color.
And from me,
People do get those experiences and observations...
Far beyond fenced in divisions.
And from me,
Expressed!
Not based upon beliefs or limitations of ignorance.
Those boundaries I wish to stretch!

And many might find that offensive,
Since it represents an intelligence unrestricted.
And some wish more ethnicity to see,
To classify me.
I defy those branded standards.
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
There are too many of those architects.
And I do not apply my insights,
To those aging blueprints I detest.
Yes.

And those who say they judge folks on their character?
Should not self annoint themselves as judges at all!
That's the point I make!
Again...
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
Or provide a safety net...
For those insecurities yet to heal.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obligated to be Crazed

Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.

Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.

Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.

Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!

They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!

And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.

Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.

Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.

But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazed With A Self Centeredness

When a leader of intelligence,
That clearly should get respect...
But doesn't by those who have chosen,
To express their ignorance.
This reflects on what they represent.
With nothing left that can be said,
About beliefs that are kept...
In the minds of those,
Crazed with a self centeredness.

'Not only are your actions disrespectful,
But you also have been fed a belief...
You can do and say as you please.
With a representing of those like yourself,
Providing a validation as to why the world,
Is in such a mess.'

~I thought you were finished with your statement.~

'No!
You wanted to give your ignorance an attention.
And without mentioning how well you represent it,
You should be proud of it being televised.
Congratulations.
Now...
If you have finished interrupting me,
I will proceed with the continuing of my speech.
And may I add...
Thank you for providing your unsolicited endorsement.
You have relieved me from announcing your stupidity.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty....... of what?

The earth wait's the sky drizzles
Seasons come and seasons go
With the smell of weather
The farmer chooses to decorate his farm

A farmer believes every leaf
Of the plant as its own
At every point protects and nurtures
The plants every leaf

The farmer that stood by
That plants every need and move
The plants have no respect for him
The farmer doesn't even find out
Who caste the evil eye
But all that's left is his ruined farm of hope
What was ones a living green
Is now nothing but flying sand?

What did I plant and what did I get?
What did I plant and what did it become?
Wonders the helpless farmer
Even when crying on the inside
Smiles just for its plants
A farmer believes every leaf
Of the plant as its own
At every point protects the plants every leaf

What did I want and what did I get?
Is all the farmer could think

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Concentrated

When an ignorance offends,
What point is made...
In the making of attempts,
Trying to change it?
That kind of ignorance is concentrated.

A fool is one,
Who doesn't recognize...
Being over-ruled.
Anyone with a hint of wisdom...
Sees ignorance for what it is and leaves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Take It Personally

Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do.
And you are not blind,
To what they pursue!

With an awakened consciousness,
Here is what truth will prove...
Know they represent your environment.
And If I were you,
I'd assess the others living in it...
To see if there are signs,
Of a collective mindset...
That embraces a thought process,
That anyone possesses.
And this has not yet...
Been considered a crime.
And be cautious to what it is you exchange,
With anyone who seems 'sane' of mind!
Some folks have lips like leaking faucets.

Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do,
With an awakened consciousness.

However...
This is suggested!
Do not become suspected,
Of over using your point of view.
To then become publicly detected,
Of making attempts to walk tall...
With bright and unclouded eyes.
That are able to see through masquerade.
Or charades that are disguised.

Or those 'promised' opened doors,
Will suddenly slam close.
To then have you 'tarred and feathered'.
Or even perhaps fire hosed!
Or both.
Vicious are those who become exposed.

You have then to 'them' become the enemy.
One that has discovered a secret perceived,
No one sees.
A discovery of witnessing them...
And theirs and most of their kin,
As deceiving thieving busy bees.

Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
Those who believe themselves superior,
Have labelled you a fool!
Just be cool about it.
And observe and notice what real fools do.
Someday this may be of benefit to you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Affixed Discretions

Raised on hate.
Rescinded bad judgements,
Don't break affiliations...
That one makes.
Accepted,
When one is taught...
And raised on hate!
Reflecting a society,
Draped!
And shallowed in denial,
By such debates.

Truth comes late!
When money spoils eyes of those
Who create mistakes!
Exposing ignorance,
As a choice...
To validate what takes place.
And remorse dressed to seek forgiveness...
With excuses,
Does not thaw a salvation...
From hearts feeding,
On demented values condoned.
With a sympathy displayed,
Scored by a symphony that plays!

But when shown...
Some chosen acts of cruelty,
Done by those well known...
Are denied and outlawed!
Uncovering the flaws,
Of a twisted system chewed...
Between the teeth of demon jaws!
Without review!
Or an addressing of the standards
Demanded...
And ordered to continue.
With affixed discretions,
Bloodied, blessed and subdued!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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