Like A Pack Of Rabid Wolves
The only people attempting to get something for free,
Are those blocking the road...
Preventing the ones from claiming,
What rightfully belongs to them.
And they are the ones who are shunned.
While those of greed feed their gluttony selfishly.
Feeding like a pack of rabid wolves,
To move on to other territories....
In deceiving discreet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Kind Of Action Is Against The Law
We have tried everything in our power,
To ween them away from gluttony...
And their feelings of being entitled,
To devour selfishly...
As if they are the chosen ones,
To graze and feed an endless greed.
'mmm...I see.
Have you tried using guilt?
Sometimes people aren't aware,
They are hypocrites.'
We've introduced diets.
'I was going to suggest lobotomies.
But go on.'
Nothing can convince them,
Their feeding of greed is an economic disaster.
'And...
Where is the problem? '
We wish to prevent this disaster.
'Really? That's funny.
My grandfather believed,
Lessons taught was with a strap felt on the butt.'
That kind of action is against the law.
'Well...
Keep sugarizing them to sustain them in fantasy.
Eventually the taste for greeding will exhaust the supply.
That's a given.'
So...
You don't think hypnotism will work?
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
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Caught Up In a Mess
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From a secret kept,
Discreet and much deceiving.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
No benefit comes to visit and stay.
And we are turned away,
From those questions we want answered.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
Well, well...
It just amazes.
Well, well...
More are not crazed.
Well, well...
It seems we're closer,
To those final days.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come From Under the Trappings
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need,
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
Come from under the trappings.
Let your beliefs,
Remove the strangle hold and squeeze...
Placed upon the young.
Those that have followed you into darkness,
And have shielded from the Sun!
Those you have fed,
All the misdeeds...
That have blocked and shunned!
Come from under those trappings done.
They are shutting off your breath.
And speeding up your untimely death!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
You might as well!
They are being released from you physically!
Now...
It is time to remove yourself from that grind.
Come from under the trappings.
And find yourself that peace that awaits!
Those trappings can not define,
The quality of life when one has peace of mind!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
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Rare
I am acquainted with several people,
Who have earned BA, MA and Doctorate degrees.
And it would be wonderful 'if'...
Their knowledge and focus to obtain certificates,
Was as equally devoted in the use of their 'competence'...
As are their eyes on 'things' and what money brings.
With the assistance of decreasing but not adding onto...
The climbing economic deficit!
Not to say they are among those greedy.
Or perpetuating the increase of gluttony!
However...
If they are servicing the needy with a teaching how to feed,
They are to be applauded.
Since rare in a capitalistic society,
Are those motivated to show or expose...
Humanitarian qualities.
It is the feeding of a greed,
That most seek to achieve a higher degree of feeding.
There aren't too many Oprahs and Ellens,
Represented in the mix!
Being about to afford what they do has little to do with it.
And 'rare' are the minds that these two exhibit.
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Urgent
Urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
It's urgent...
That we all now see,
Dependency on others we must all heed.
Yes it's urgent...
That a greed and gluttony be released.
So urgent...
Is the writing on the wall,
No one must ignore at all!
It's urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
It's urgent...
That we all now see,
Dependency on others we must all heed.
So urgent...
That a greed and gluttony be released,
The writing's on the wall for all to see!
The writing's on the wall for all to see!
It's urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
It's urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
So urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
And we must leave philosphies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
While others are starving as we feed greed.
While others are starving as we feed greed.
Thinking of others is the urgency!
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
The stopping of the greed is the urgency!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Whom This May Concern
You trying to be my best friend...
Again?
Emailing me information,
I don't need.
Or attempting to feed my curiousity?
After not hearing from you...
In decades it seems.
Did I 'assume' you kicked me to the curb?
Or were your words...
'I don't want to have nuthin to do with you,
'EVER! '
Hit a nerve?
You trying to be my best friend...
Again?
When I remembered the last call I made to you,
You pretended not to know me.
Or my name.
Changing your voice!
And claiming...
I had called a wrong number.
I've got 'your' number!
I'll consider responding to your email...
Addressed to,
To Whom This May Concern.
You trying to be my best friend...
Again?
Emailing me information,
I don't need.
Or attempting to feed my curiousity?
After not hearing from you...
In decades it seems.
And you 'had' to have done some research.
Since I no longer use,
Blast O' Fantasticness@kissmyaspirations.
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Cognition Restarted
With a cognition restarted,
After being away and in between selective
Thoughts and memories...
People are now finding a desire to rally around,
Responsibility!
With cognition restarted,
Accountability has ignited...
With a hope it is not too late to reinstate reality.
Or some possible remnant of it.
And those now claiming,
To have ownership of the tones detected in their voices...
Are professing to take back what belongs to them.
When they are the ones who sold themselves out...
To parade around in falsities.
Isn't that how all of this came to be?
With a cognition restarted,
After being away and in between selective
Thoughts and memories...
People are now finding a desire to rally around,
Responsibility!
As if awarding a vacant space to an urban artist to paint...
Signifies an acknowledgement,
As to who is called upon first...
To disguise a trench one has dug!
After using dollars and cents to pour cement,
To abandon as whims go mothballed.
At the expense of those who have forgotten,
Just how appalled they were.
Now the initiators of greed return!
Hoping to qualify for funding,
By claiming to provide a life experience to the locals.
Recycling a very familiar setting.
And implementing the same routines.
To establish an agency for feeding those less fortunate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indulged By Extravagance
With a dose of sugar.
And lots of forget-me-nots...
Haven't we all been induced with fantasy?
Feeling 'exclusive'
And detriment free!
Able to do what we wish and please.
While feeding on an ignorance,
Indulged by extravagance.
As we pass judgements with glee.
Haven't we all been hypnotized,
By a way of life,
We believe produces jealousy.
And now we find we are behind the times.
With a feasting of our gluttony...
Causing a democracy,
To bleed from an endless greed.
With a desire that reality,
Is a delusion someday will go away!
With a dose of sugar.
And lots of forget-me-nots...
Haven't we all been induced,
With fantasy?
Feeling 'exclusive'
That our needs we feed,
Are detriment free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
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4: 00 A.m.
a little cat
is crying in the rain
in the middle of the road
not far from where
i am seated
this cat is thrown
away by its mother
because it has
no milk to
feed it
and its mother is
thrown away by
the owner
because
there is no more
food in the kitchen
to feed
it
there is no more
free meal to speak of
these days
and feeding cats
is not an
exception to this new rule
meanwhile the rain
has become stronger
the typhoon has come
as predicted
i can hear the
little cat no more
tomorrow
perhaps the road
will be empty
and clean
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The Needs Of All People
If the needs of all people,
Had with persistence been a promise met...
To reflect a sincerity and prioritized as kept,
There would be no homelessness or hunger to regret.
Yet...
The needs of all people,
Were ignored to feed a few their greed.
Leaving those same greedy people,
To panic and cause havoc...
With a doing done selfishly.
And realizing the feast they have fed,
Has from them fled permanently!
With no one perceiving they deserve sympathy.
'Excuse us those who weep.
But we have arrived to feed the needs of those meek,
And faithfully loyal to all humanity.'
~But...
What about 'us'? ~
'We believe and can see,
You have isolated yourselves enough.
And in our way you can not stay.
Your version of life has been too corrupted.
What on Earth did you think?
You were chosen to forever,
Feast, wine and drink.
To leave the others on the brink?
Get out of our way.
We are not moved by your tears.
Nor should anyone fear...
The uselessness of your senseless weapons.
Get out of our way.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Understand You At All
I don't understand you at all.
What has the tightening of my belt,
Have to do with the feeding of my gluttony?
Everywhere I look...
You Tease me with greed.
You offer my imagination,
A choice of varieties.
Even with my attempts to diet,
There are an array of them...
From which you bombard me to pick.
And no matter which one I select...
You create another method,
You say is more delicious.
I don't understand you at all.
What has the tightening of my belt,
Have to do with the feeding of my gluttony?
Everywhere I look...
You Tease me with greed.
You offer my imagination,
A choice of varieties.
Even with my attempts to diet,
There are an array of them...
From which you bombard me to pick.
And no matter which one I select...
You create another method,
You say is more delicious.
I don't understand you at all.
Are the warnings of a failing economy,
Just another one of your false calls?
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A Winter Pack
The wolves run in the night
Searching for something thats just out of sight
They hunt together on this frigid winter's night
Searching for food that will take the hunger away
The alpha stops, followed by his pack
Along a frozen lake shore is an elk
Who plays alone in the deep winter snow
The wolves are hungry they're ready for attack
The wolves circle 'round without a sound
The elk doesn't notice at all
One sharp yap and the wolves charge
The elk has fallen and tonight will be a feast
The alpha eats with hungry gazes upon him
When the rest of the pack eat it is time for sleep
But first the alpha howls and it rises through the pack
This is not a mournful hungry howl, but a joyus happy one
The wolves go to sleep under the full moon
They are happy and filled with food
They dream dreams of the coming spring
When the toll of winter will leave this winter pack.
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Getting Away With It
Like an appendage attached.
And there to feed.
Not to assist in the nourishment.
Or to restore an energy,
Supplied by encouragement.
But there to defend,
The protectiveness of this leeching.
Like an appendage attached.
And there to feed an excessive gluttony,
Of progressive greed.
Draining to succeed to bleed an obsession.
To feast!
Whether or not...
The programming of this beast is stopped!
Conditioned,
To getting away with it!
And delusioned...
Never to be prevented.
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Ivy Leaguers Who Cheat
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
Reflect...
A people who've been taught,
To feed greed.
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast!
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Until You Forgive...
you cant feed the fire
with human limbs.
you cant touch the sky
when you're afraid of the dark.
you cant go to the manger,
and pay the tax collecter too.
you cant ride the river,
after you build the dam.
you cant bring about peace,
with the guns of war.
you cant stop prejudice
with fear and ignorance.
you cant eat the poor,
cant sell their worn out shoes.
you cant pray to god
with hatred in your heart.
you cant find wisdom
in the marketplace.
you cant set people free,
until you are free!
you cant feed the hungry,
and feed the lust of your greed.
you cant buy justice,
and you cant sell truth!
you cant be forgiven,
until you forgive...
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Bitten By Drive And Ambition
When one's cup fills to the brim...
With a spilling over that begins.
Would it be advantageous,
To secure another cup?
Or should a sacrifice,
That has been satisfied...
Be enough,
For one bitten by drive...
And ambition.
Or...
Does a success achieved,
Begin to breed the feeding...
Of an unstoppable greed.
Only one familiar with the taste of poverty,
Can truthfully say...
What sustains a need,
To maintain a craving done selfishly!
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Cloak to Gloat
I am not inspired by those who conspire,
To undo what the good ones do.
I am so tired by the backstabbing done...
By those who cloak to gloat and run.
I am not pleased by any of this.
And wish this evilness dismissed.
But this is how we live today and breathe!
It's got to flee!
Maybe someone like Barack will stop it.
Blocking ignorance that mocks it!
Hopefully this sleaze will up and leave.
And a peace to feed we'll greed.
I am not pleased by any of this.
And wish this evilness dismissed.
But this is how we live today and breathe!
It's got to flee!
Maybe someone like Barack will stop it.
Blocking ignorance that mocks it!
Hopefully this sleaze will up and leave.
And a peace to feed we'll greed.
I am not inspired by those who conspire,
To undo what the good ones do.
I am so tired by the backstabbing done...
By those who cloak to gloat and run.
Maybe someone like Barack will stop it.
Blocking ignorance that mocks it!
Hopefully this sleaze will up and leave.
And a peace will feed our needs.
Hopefully Barack will stop it!
Blocking ignorance that mocks it.
To undo what the good ones do we see.
And those who cloak to gloat will leave.
Put those who cloak to gloat on the run!
Put those who cloak to gloat on the run!
Put those who cloak to gloat on the run!
To redo all the good deeds done we need.
And those who cloak to gloat will leave.
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Without A Fear Of Being Smeared
What neccessitates,
An urgent and immediate response...
With a preventing of decay,
Has joined the marketing of peace.
As something declared as a priority.
Like education and jobs!
And the outsourcing done of both...
To feed those teased by greed.
But...
As a lucrative commodity?
Nothing beats an updating of a repeated fad.
Kept fashionable until something else comes along.
Or someone who has the backing to make an attempt,
To awaken people from their nonsense.
Without a fear of being publicly smeared,
By those who have embedded delusions.
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