It Doesn't Matter Who Says It Anymore
It doesn't matter who says it anymore.
Or what intent is meant when mentioned.
The straits have been beyond dire.
With no more campaigns to hire,
New marketing techniques to inspire...
another round of deceit.
Those in ruts,
Should be learning how to turn them into condos.
And that is the upside on those lifestyles,
Fed to address just their greed.
The ones who worshipped their material needs,
Have suddenly found those mindsets bleeding.
With warnings written high on surrounding walls...
DAYS OF FEASTING HAVE PASSED.
For all seeking to impress with images.
With an introduction to long lasting reality.
Not yours or mine.
But ours!
In a collective vision,
No one is going to miss!
As it dishes upon a clean slate,
Of meager plates.
With a buffet that takes all delusions away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Comes Is a Clean Sweep
They await on the sidelines for fresh meat.
For someone to be accountable,
To dump upon them their grief.
But a new leadership being installed will not have that.
Not at all.
Especially when the current crap...
Had been left behind by the ones they followed.
To leave them in their squalor trapped.
As they sat back getting fat.
Believing that a reality coming to meet them...
Is going to keep their delusions intact!
But 'that' is not going to happen!
What is...
Will be an introduction,
Free of seduction and deceit.
What comes is a clean sweep,
Of all their fantasies they've been made to believe.
And many will be traumatized,
When those days of greed and gluttony...
Will forever from them leave!
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Egos Addicted
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
And those elected to protect their 'treats',
Find they've become accountable...
To ease a reality upon these minds.
Teasing them with beliefs of victory!
When deceit and defeat...
Has surrounded them for sometime!
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
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For Them 'That' Begins
The real reason unemployment statistics,
Are dropping?
To keep mouths closed,
And delusions from stopping?
And favor those who believe things are great!
With an economy flourishing in fantastic ways!
When the days of unemployment compensation ends...
And there are no benefits to monitor,
To send to a family of five or maybe ten?
They fall from radar!
They become the hungry and the homeless!
And for them 'that' begins!
The greedy are still the greedy!
The treachery and deceit are still tools used...
For fantasies to continue on mindsets to transcend!
As lifestyles of us all,
Dwindle!
To uphold beliefs a relief comes to release tensions!
And honesty will never be!
Nor the truth to those deceived...
Mentioned!
But...
It will certainly not be avoided in this season!
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Brimming to the Rim In Denial
Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!
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Confined and Limited
As long as the affects
Would damage their ethnic heritage...
They were allowed,
To degrade and disrespect themselves.
In glorious decadence...
An intelligence dismisses.
For marketing and entertainment value.
Connecting temptation and lust...
With pride to maintain their ignorance.
Trusting in a deceptive acceptance!
They praised the spreading of their own craze!
And those that used them would pocket.
No one wished to stop it...
Since these images were worshipped as symbolic.
Like alcoholics on a binge...
They passed along these priorities onto their children.
For fortune and fame!
And certain prison cells to claim.
As if a graduation takes place.
Are these the freedoms their ancestors perceived?
To be flushed down the drain...
By the deceit and misdeeds of their masters!
As lessons learned to disgrace...
A race demoralized with identities defaced.
For all to find themselves...
Eventually,
In a socialistic bliss.
Confined and limited,
By a greed that defeats...
A consciousness diminished.
And depleted as is wished!
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Vultures Who Dress to Impress
Who or what else is next for you to address,
To again blame for a mess.
Deep rooted in unadmitted insecurities.
Finger pointing and mouth pouting done.
'Yourself' the main one...
Dismissed from failures created.
Enemies easy to once select and pick,
Aren't so abundant or quick to solicit.
Those 'Peter and the Wolf' days fade.
A reliance on government officials...
Abound with the surrounding of internal corruption.
And distorting images cleansed by deceit!
Sweet cheese teasing to bait weak mice on Wall Street...
Has been eaten by the rats.
And they...
By those fat cats purring and wanting more.
Take a deep breath!
Those of you who viewed yourselves,
Next in line to dine as royalty.
With your assets protected!
Those trusted to enhance the feeding of your greed,
Have found exits with few left.
Leaving a patheticness to bleed.
And how can those historically disrespected,
Be connected or suspected?
When all of them had been fed like pigeons.
And not the Swans you wished to reflect.
It seems those you hand selected to protect your nest...
Have picked over the best and ran.
Did you think loyalty associates itself with gluttony?
Or crumbs from a feasting would be left on your plate?
Why would you ever believe,
Vultures who dress to impress...
Would have manners?
Or that cannibals when feeding,
Have concerns of etiquette.
While eating each others' flesh?
That is why your nest has been left in a mess!
And all of your eggs are gone.
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Upside Down
(bernard edwards/nile rodgers)
I said upside down
Youre turning me
Youre giving love instinctively
Around and round youre turning me
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully I see to thee
Im aware that youre cheating
When no one makes me feel like you do
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
I know you got charm and appeal
You always play the field
Im crazy you are mine
As long as the sun continues to shine
Theres a place in my heart for you
Thats the bottomline
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully I see to thee
Im aware that youre cheating
But no one makes me feel like you do
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down youre turning me
Youre giving love instinctively
Around and round youre turning me
I see to thee respectfully
Upside down youre turning me
Youre giving love instinctively
Around and round youre turning me
I see to thee respectfully
I said a upside down youre turning me
Youre giving love instinctively
Around and round youre turning me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
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The Effects Of It (Delusion Meant)
In the midst of delusion meant,
To question truth...
Today I've come to realize,
What has been taught in one's life...
To keep emphasized,
Has nothing to do...
With a collective reality at all.
Manipulation!
The effects of it.
How that is done and to whom...
Is the basis of establishing fact!
If a successful manipulation is done,
Anything can and will be believed.
And the higher one's paycheck gets...
Dancing plums,
Assisted by a few marching candycanes...
With a few talking Christmas trees.
Targeting the right marketing done...
Is reality enough,
For anyone seeking an escape.
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It Doesn't Matter Any More
(Paul Anka)
There you go and baby here am I
Oh well, you left me here so I could sit and cry
Will you apologize what have you done to me
Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
Do you remember baby last September
How you held me tight each and every night
You was so dazy how you drove me crazy
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
There's no use in me of cryin'
I've done everything and now I'm sick of tryin'
I've thrown away my nights
And wasted all my days over you.
Well, you'll go your way and I'll go mine
Now and forever till the end of time
I'll find somebody new baby we'll say we're through
You won't matter anymore.
--- Instrumental ---
There's no use in me of cryin'
I've done everything and now I'm sick of tryin'
I've thrown away my nights
And wasted all my days over you.
You won't matter anymore.
You won't matter anymore...
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Culprits Of Upheaval
People want their images to be left alone.
Even if those images created,
Have nothing to do with reality.
And only with reality do people have their conflicts.
To despise the truth as it is presented,
With a seeking to deem those who represent it...
As troublemakers.
While those who deceive them,
Are perceived as being misunderstood.
And 'if' given more chances...
They would bring more clarity to their nonsense.
As those who are the true trouble makers,
Will be revealed as the culprits of upheaval.
But what is needed to prove this,
Is more money to finance evil campaigns.
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Faithful To Their 'Things
Raw and sugarless...
That's the reality,
Many will be forced to see...
As 2011 continues on its journey.
Many and not a few,
Are going to view the days ahead...
As if visiting unaided by delusions,
For the very first time.
Crimes by those still blind,
Will be commited...
To try to bling and ca-ching their way,
To impress someone in those dead days gone.
Prolonged agonies attached to things,
Will remind those of Moses' return...
From the summit of Mount Sinai.
But even that symbolic image...
Will fly over heads,
Like a peeping satellite!
Raw and sugarless...
That's the reality,
Many will be forced to see...
As 2011 continues on its journey.
Leaving many to fight over the worthlessness,
Of possessions still taxed.
But as long as they gleam and glisten,
They will find a reason and meaning to live...
As faithful to their 'things',
As a marketing of them will allow!
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Whetting of Appetites
Once the teaching of feeding greed,
Becomes the feeling of an entitled addicted life...
The concept of sacrifice initiates the starting of a fight.
As a dimming of an insight,
Struggles against the aspects of this vision.
And those who have been fed they have rights to feast,
Will do their best to keep a diminishing of resources...
Flowing as if warnings of an ending that comes,
Is interpreted to mean...
A different chef has been hired with a fresh menu.
And...
Will be making a presentation of a new buffet,
Needing opinion.
With a hopeful collected approval.
And a teasing meant to make the whetting of appetites,
With anticipation...
A delightful surprise for the eyes when it has arrived.
Any other concept that introduces a dwindling of supplies,
Becomes immediately denied as an impending reality.
Since greed and the ending of it has never been fed to accept.
Or the paying of a piper to play individual requests.
When the piper appears no requests are accepted.
The piper appears to get paid.
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Drastic As The Smell Of a Tom Cat's Turf
Why have they not been told.
Their greed and the excessiveness of it,
Has ended.
There is no going back...
To the days of the 'haves'
Versus those who have not.
Those lifestyles of luxuries,
Upon us has stopped.
Although catastrophic to pretensions...
That change long mentioned,
Has upon us dropped.
As drastic as the smell of a Tom cat's turf,
That has been sprayed.
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New Times Square
I'll see you round about midnight
You know I won't be late
Let's dive into this crap house
And truth hell have to wait
The truth of what has gone before
Lies bleeding on the floor
The only truth remaining still
Is that truth don't matter anymore
So meet me round about midnight
I won't let you down I swear
We'll hang on to each other
Down at the new Times Square
It seems that we can't run from this
No matter how we try
There's nothing here worth keeping
So let's kiss it all goodbye
Tell me what's worth keeping anyway
It doesn't seem to matter
What we do or what we say
Everything we had
They have now taken it all away
The truth don't matter anymore
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Images Embedded In Heads Once Fed
The introduction of a feasting on greed,
Will never see a reduction of it mentally.
The feeding of the taste buds HAS been teased.
A scrambling for nuggets of what 'was'
Has too many on their knees,
Pleading for a return to satisfy their yearnings.
And regardless if the cupboards are bare,
Fantasies to replenish them
Even from the pounding on rocks,
From foundations crumbling,
Disturbed by the constant knocking of shocks
Will not stop a determined stubbornness,
That impairs a widening of fixed and restricted visions.
The seeking done of another way,
To restore what no longer exists
Has from minds been dismissed.
Since there are those who can not let go,
Of images embedded in heads once fed.
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Nurtured Crops
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
Implemented with a consciousness,
By the ones patiently harvesting their laments.
With wishes to increase their gluttony.
And inflict upon others,
A sense to impress with an exclusiveness...
Only those selected would get.
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
And those nurtured crops,
From the beginning quite damaged...
Were raised and praised to reflect a need.
And the feeding of this misfit craving...
Has today been denounced,
As blemishes that flaws...
The mindset of a blinded society.
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
And even though,
There has been those speaking against this...
The marketing of this addicting sickness,
Will continue as long as a dollar is made.
That very same dollar,
Faithfully worshipped but not associated with craze.
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Conservative Voices
Conservative voices,
Are better heard in the desert.
Pick one.
It doesn't matter which!
And left stranded,
With imagined visions...
Of a perfected way of life,
As an oasis.
Especially by those numbed,
And believing...
Words dripping from their parched lips,
Are not merely hallucinations...
From being out in the Sun too long,
Without sunscreen or thoughts connecting.
While feeding on a diet of delusions,
That has brought an entire society to the brink of disaster.
Hypnotized by their craze.
And influenced by their lust for greed!
Thank God the majority of the people,
Chose not to live in luxurious lofts!
Or highrise condos...
To experience daily nose bleeds.
With beliefs that they are living high and mighty.
Locked within recycled polluted air...
Sickening themselves,
At the price of a good view.
Just think of it...
If they were in their right minds,
Wouldn't they be greater than the claims being made?
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Assessments to Seduce
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
I chose to heal.
I chose to sing.
I chose to dance and do those things.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
I chose to stand.
I chose to walk.
I chose the Sun!
Not the miseries others wished upon me to bring.
Hoping from obstacles faced,
I would run.
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
I chose to heal.
I chose to sing.
I chose to dance and do those things.
And whatever it is prioritized on your agenda?
I wish you all the best!
But don't count on me,
To give it attention with signs of protest.
I have chosen to ignore people like you.
Knowing that a focus on my own happiness...
Is what God wishes!
And that gift God has given...
Has proven to me I am blessed!
Address this any way you wish.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
I have chosen,
The freedom to be me.
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