It Isn't There
Making a decision to use alibis,
Instead of confronting with honesty...
Diminishes one's integrity.
And to use excuses to protect insecurities,
Speaks volumes about the presence of a maturity!
It isn't there to appreciate truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please. Please...Get That Away From Me
This may be unbelievable to fathom,
But...
There are those living today,
Who are unable to face...
That they are responsible for the embrace,
They have chosen to consciously take...
In the creation of their own dilemmas and fates,
Instigated by their own making.
Supported by excuses and the popular use of alibis,
So many still rely upon dodging the facts...
With denials and lies they try to hide.
Instead of coming into direct contact,
With truth to refuse its presence.
And believing themselves to be under,
Needless and vicious random attacks.
'Please. Please...
Get that away from me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to See It For What It Is
A lie told,
Is never loyal
To the one who tells it!
It comes back to bite.
And it is not apologetic at all.
In fact it wants to prove,
How foolish the teller of it is.
It does not forgive.
Or want to listen,
When the truth appears.
And the truth...
Exposing a lie with a lashing.
A thrashing soon not to forget.
And the truth,
Can become quite indignant...
When slighted!
Or upset.
Why people continue to fight it,
Or try to hide it...
Is a hard lesson for some to learn!
Many never do.
Choosing to live lives,
Behind excuses built upon alibis.
And this, of course...
Diminishes any remorse,
A falsity of sincerety shows.
But they aren't aware of that.
And that saddens the character,
They have selected to portray...
That day!
Their shallowness becomes as visible,
As an image does...
Behind clear and crystal clean glass!
Once that becomes obvious,
It is easier to see a lie for what it is and pass!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Minimal Of Effort To Convince
Isn't it easier to accuse another,
With the finding of excuses done...
For that which we do to initiate,
Than it is to step forward...
Without the presence of a safety net.
Or running behind those we 'contaminate'...
Who are willing to defend us and protect.
Isn't it easier to accuse anyone for that matter,
With a making up of excuses done on a daily basis...
For what it is we do that we implement consciously,
As long as we know...
We can fool anyone to buy anything,
From us we bring to them to sell...
With a minimal of effort to convince we are innocent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Is Making Its Presence Felt
Truth is making its presence felt.
And there are so many,
Who have never dealt with it before.
Believing it to be destructible.
Like a steel fence built.
Or a wall to dvide,
Contructed of concrete.
Truth is as powerful as the air supplied,
One needs to breathe.
And born to ignore it...
Does not ceases its existence!
Truth is making its presence felt.
Much like Mother Nature has...
To those who have a concept,
That the Earth upon all leech...
Is not a living, thinking being.
And how this goes misunderstood...
Is beginning to awaken those asleep!
Truth...
Is making its presence felt.
And an acceptance of it,
Has not been left to debate...
For other choices to make.
Whether the message or the messenger,
Is disliked...
Will not soften the bite of truth.
Be prepared to swallow it!
Or be eatened up and gobbled!
Truth...
Not more variety of delusions,
Is making its presence felt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Too Sensitive
Is it just me?
Am I the only one left believing,
No one can be taught integrity?
Or meet a thief to teach,
The basics of honesty.
And when that is applied?
While listening to the use of their alibis.
If someone denies,
A personality flaw...
That is clearly out of hiding.
And infuses it as a mechanism,
To further attempt...
They are trying to convince,
They are dealing with it.
Only to reveal a deepened lack of common sense.
Or a pretense,
They await an allowance of a consent...
For an intention meant.
Is it just me?
Observing a waste of time unneeded?
Or am I being too sensitive...
In not allowing myself to comprehend,
People who use excuses over and over again...
Do so because they are sincere.
And not the disrespectful,
Human beings they appear to be?
Afterall,
Why should I be the only one to be appalled?
And I should apologize for any offensive remarks I make,
By bringing this to their attention.
And let them walk all over me,
As a defense to protect what I am not understanding!
And instead of complaining when someone steps on my toes...
I should allow this as an exception?
And hop on one foot!
I should also demand free entry into Disney World as well!
That should solve all of the issues I have,
With the breakdown of all social dysfunctions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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WHY? (A Revisitation)
Roofs caving in!
Children with weapons
Are inacting 'our' sins.
And we choose to blame
What is outside of us for this!
Well...
The truth of the matter,
We have allowed this to exist!
Disrespect and gossipying lies.
Defying honesty with excuses,
And alibis!
Hypocrites pointing fingers...
When they are the least to criticize.
Now they live in deep turmoil.
With the nerve to ask with innocence...
'WHY? '
Anyone in their right frame of mind...
Knows this was done,
With an ignorance applied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless It Is To Back Away
When choosing allies...
One should not do it with the same caution,
As excuses and alibis are done.
Difficult it is to run away from deception,
After advocating to shun someone...
With a joining of those,
Who have also been told to oppose.
Without a making of a conscious decision,
To be prepared to receive repercussions.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
Since many choose to be on the side,
Of what is perceive to be popular and fun.
With nothing that proves a reality comes,
To anyone until it is too late.
Only to leave those with a discovery,
Popularity is seldom on the side of truth!
Especially when people are seduced,
By trickery and foolishness used to attract.
And so many people are just like that.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Finding Excuses
There is one thing that accusations tossed,
Always seem to prove.
Those that are often finding excuses to use them,
Do it to protect their insecurities...
From exposing a lack of self esteem.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denials Kept
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts to fulfill.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Destroys not create.
Denials kept,
Chases with debates.
Denials kept,
Confuses those who lose.
Denials kept,
Is the choice of fools.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts...
To fulfill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Kills.
Kills.
Kills.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A sound of silence
A sound of silence
~
Silence that distant sound
Speaks volumes of variety
One mans peace another’s fear
Between the words unsaid
And those wanted to be spoken
The holding presence silence brings
A time of reflection is found
To rest upon a thought content
Or contend with a growing fear
A paranoid mind suffers silence
Broods its every moment
Where the calm is at peace
Embracing fully everything
Silence that distant sound
Speaks volumes of variety
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I am sure you will be guided right in your decision, to place implicit faith in his integrity and honesty. Best wishes from one who has known Richard longer than anyone else. His mother.
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These Are Not Those Days
Those beginning any relationship,
With the ease of making excuses...
Will be making them throughout the duration.
And then they are left to wonder why...
Their character assassination campaigns,
Are becoming less affective.
Today...
People are no longer entertained,
By those who clearly have insecurities...
They believe others should accept,
From a mindset that dishes to them disrespect.
These are not those days,
That have from them slipped away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth Lies
The truth lies
Somewhere between halve truths
And white lies
The truth lies
Between excuses
And alibis
The truth lies
Somewhere between you and I
The truth just lies
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Deficiencies They Keep To Protect
Too often she has chosen to lie,
At the expense of others.
As she defended with protection,
Her insecurities she needs to correct.
But they have not been set,
As her priorities.
Just yet.
Too often he makes excuses,
For not making advances.
Towards that which will enhance his life.
And nothing suggested,
Will be okay or considered as right.
To him it is the environment he lives in,
That feeds his appetite all day and night.
They both have the same thing in common.
They both believe they should be bestowed,
Gift wrapped packages.
With their names on them in bold solid gold.
They both have the same thing in common.
They are both getting old.
With preferences they wish respected.
And a keeping of fears,
They can not see defects their steps.
Deficiencies they keep to protect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never To Be Experienced
Those afraid to admit their wrongs...
To protect deepening mental insecurities,
Have done to themselves much injustice.
And it is with frustrations...
Accusations with excuses kept,
That a potential for a higher consciousness...
For them is never to be experienced.
But self induced confusion,
Continues to flourish with the feeding of an ego.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs
The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.
And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Reaction To Me Is Not Christian
Determine whatever it is you wish,
Between the available options left...
Provided to you to negotiate.
You can either leave through the exit.
Unaided.
Or...
You can choose to be ushered through it.
'But...
From my point of view,
I see those options...
As having really none from which to choose.'
Again you offer nothing but excuses.
Patience once given to you is no longer there.
And a tolerance for your presence,
Has already exhausted benefits of doubt.
No more are there to spare.
'But...
Your reaction to me is not Christian.'
I know.
However...
You should not let that interfere,
With the making of your decision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded On These Misguided Missions
Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.
Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.
But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.
Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love begs to cross the line
it is late grandma again
the world she is in
that wraps me in
a strange coldness,
a dense vibration that stirs
the senses of my other faculty
we know each other's presence
silence speaks volumes
of truth at times like this
me; a physique with all its limitations
she; a soul with all its limitations
between us, a love that begs to cross the line
....other faculty means....extra sensory perception
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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