Love Of Family And Country
Those who flaunt their social status...
With a pretentious pride,
Of being amongst the elite...
Are so far removed from truth.
Even seen caught in the act of treason...
Gives them an additional reason,
To apologize for being unwise...
For deciding a particular time of day,
Was not the best moment to feed a greed.
With an explanation that a love of family and country,
Led them to their current circumstance and corrupted ways.
And a forgiveness for their misdeeds is what is wished.
And...
Their pleas are accepted!
Books are published.
Movie deals are made.
And a fresh wave,
Of corrupted ideals are encouraged to flourish.
As an inappropriate use of language,
That offends those lusting their uppercrust positions...
Is censored.
Thus eliminating the abuse 'perceived'...
By those chosing a politically correct point of view,
To keep hidden their own ignorant incompetence.
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Scandalous Decisions
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects...
Implanted.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Bullying has lost magic.
And building up fears just-to-feed-a greed.
Has got some demons pleading.
The rights of all are doomed!
And gloom is what's ahead for those trusting...
For others to remove their lusts!
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects,
Implanted.
And...
Soured demons try,
To disenchant these days.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Public Apology
Public apologies are the new confessional.
So here goes.
I apologize for not knowing where to start with my apologies.
I apologize for being tainted with the sins of Adam.
I apologize for blaming Eve for the sins of Adam.
I apologize to the Serpent, who was just following orders.
I apologize for the seductiveness of ripe apples on the Tree of Knowledge. I just didn’t know at the time.
I apologize for not taking Genesis 1 literally.
I apologize for not appreciating the allegorical significance of Genesis 1.
I apologize for blaming the Jews for crucifying Christ.
I apologize for not being quicker to blame the relevant parties for the crucifixion of Christ.
I apologize for not giving independence to America sooner.
I apologize to the Native Americans for invading their great God’s-own country.
I apologize to the Native Americans for not stopping them sooner from killing each other’s tribes.
I apologize for entering into business agreements with the chiefs of certain coastal African tribes to bring their captives from their tribal wars to resolve America’s manpower shortage.
I apologize for dwelling on the sufferings of my family in the Holocaust, without considering the mental and emotional agony of those obliged to follow orders to massacre them.
I apologize for messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not doing a better job of messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not being Politically Correct.
I apologize for being Politically Correct.
I apologize for throwing all these things in your face and encouraging you to feel complicit in my guilt.
I apologize for not apologizing sooner.
I apologize for all the things I haven’t the imagination and humanity to apologize for.
Oh to hell with it.
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I continue to meet people who have had their Web pages hijacked, their browsers corrupted, in some cases, their children exposed to inappropriate material from these dangerous programs hidden in their family computers.
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Prescribed The Wrong Medication
Those who have risen to the top,
To achieve some type of notoriety...
Have not done it,
On the back of a perceived social status.
A work ethic was involved in the mix.
And those believing they can skip over this,
To acquire an accepted success to flaunt...
Have been prescribed the wrong medication.
The results of which kind of seeds one plants,
Ultimately will flourish to bloom.
If a persistence is regularly visited.
And the taste of feeding on procrastination,
Isn't embellished with frequent bouts of delusion.
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
Postmodern Light
If you don't support ‘progress’
You're not politically correct
Though often it is pure foulness
A perfect product of the imperfect.
If you believe in freedom
Yes, you're politically correct
But one's liberty is another's serfdom
Power in the hand of the elect.
If you're not a feminist
You're not politically correct
So do not swing your fist
Even when you are erect.
Your values and tradition
Are politically correct, perhaps,
If your divorces keep going on
Imbued with other family mishaps.
If you're not a ‘postmodern’
You're not politically correct
So just raise high your lantern
And irradiate for stage effect.
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Laws
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
Laws created to curb a racial profiling on the rise.
Laws created to curb a greed that has affected lives.
Laws that limit freedoms to blatantly discriminate...
Those who do this anyway,
No matter what the laws are to perpetuate a hate.
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
And those upset by these laws,
Want more of them and yet neglect!
Like 'Commandments' given no respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Care
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
And how they were expressed.
I was too busy collecting 'things'
Believing they would bring me a happiness.
At one time I perceived,
My needs were different than yours.
I thought of life as a contest...
And doing whatever I could to win,
Regardless of any suffering you did...
Behind 'your' closed doors.
That was a problem 'you' had,
I chose to ignore.
At one time I thought myself better than most,
If I had a college degree.
Afterall, so many didn't!
And I was getting 'mine'...
With very-little-sleep,
Indeed.
Any sacrifice committed I did,
Was done then for selfish reasons.
There was something I wanted to prove.
And selecting those I wished to please.
That is what I then did do!
I had corrupted thoughts.
Brought about by ego.
I had corrupted thoughts.
That would glorify my name.
And I was not above shame!
I had corrupted thoughts.
Not criminal but close.
I had corrupted thoughts I chose...
To drive a nice car and wear fine clothes.
Petty I know.
But I needed then to boast!
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
And how they were expressed.
I was too busy collecting 'things'
Believing they would bring me a happiness.
At one time I perceived,
My needs were different than yours.
I thought of life as a contest...
And doing whatever I could to win,
Regardless of any suffering you did...
Behind 'your' closed doors.
But today I care about you more than ever.
Feeling us connected...
In a 'together' seperateness.
Today I care about you more than ever.
Both of us have been blessed,
Not to live it to impress.
But to be grateful for life as it is!
And that should be expressed.
To leave God to do the rest,
At His best!
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
Your needs and your feelings.
Until I awakened to realize...
They were my own!
And 'that' God has shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet 6
when love lies truth is made vain;
beauty's defiled, an uncomely thing;
wisdom's conceit is falsehood's reign;
will to vision does deception bring;
all grace is stained with spot
of self; justice made foolish; law
cast down; blessing cursed; charity bought.
in the grand design there dwells this flaw-
love of self corrupts workings of grace
and defiles wisdom, making vain her worth
and tainting beauty, turning ugly her face.
conceit of pride rules as falsehood's truth.
all's corrupted, nothing's incorruptible;
truth corrupted, truth turns abominable.
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Troubled Soul
You say, you reached the point of no return
And I believe your faith has deserted you
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
I lie, and do you lie when you believe
I fear that first dependency in years
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
You show me how you feel, like a dog in the pouring rain
You wont fight, you wont fight, ever again
Burn, burn, burn
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
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Troubled Soul
You say, you reached the point of no return
And I believe your faith has deserted you
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
I lie, and do you lie when you believe
I fear that first dependency in years
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
You show me how you feel, like a dog in the pouring rain
You wont fight, you wont fight, ever again
Burn, burn, burn
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
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Expect a Sudden Awakening
While folks were concerned about being politically correct,
And expressing proper etiquette...
They were being ripped off by professional crooks.
With slick wardrobes and fresh faced looks.
And being lied to by elected officials,
While degradation was being marketed on airwave stations.
And sold to appease to all on their TVs!
The best of crimes found their way on bookshelves.
By authors who renounced their misdeeds,
With confessions of how they made millions...
As inside traders doing stints on Wall Street.
And thieves became praised by every child exposed.
While designers of decadence,
Produced their logos and symbols on expensive clothes.
And those who wished to do the right thing...
Became disrespected,
Because they weren't in debt...
Chasing the American Dream.
Now that everyone seems to be in 'hock'...
There are calls from the government that this greed has to stop!
But a way of life that has been perfected to seduce...
Has reduced truth and reality into insignificance.
While those who fed the addictions now dreaded...
Expect a sudden awakening of many without common sense.
And a miracle that will restore their shores,
From the hands of foreign investors...
Collecting every dime that is spent!
This is not incompetence.
This is stupidity and madness at its best.
And...
Signed, sealed, delivered
As approved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psychotic
Some have chosen to waltz,
Through their lives.
With minimal chances taken.
And faking steps...
Clearly undetermined.
And on their terms,
A reality is accepted.
An expectation understood...
Delays a maturity stunted.
Never happening as it should.
A mindset enhanced,
Is not encouraged to flourish as it could.
A self-centeredness in a world is viewed.
This tainted nourishment is pursued.
A sense of feeling grounded is subdued.
Perplexing them in sheltered nests,
And exposes flaws they believe are hidden...
In a psychotic self deception.
No one contests this acceptance,
As a lost lesson.
Bringing to them neither peace nor rest.
Poisoned on concepts they can not resist to feed.
Social misfits like these can not perceive...
How controlled they are.
In environments they can not see,
Has no allowances for them to be free!
And that is condoned...
As if this was meant to be!
Continuing to tease a release of their own anguish!
And kept medicated on a prescribed point of view,
That keeps them hungering for lives confused.
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Upholding a Transparency Promised
'I' would not say,
Appointed banking officials lied,
About upholding a transparency promised...
And expected.
'I' would rather believe a misunderstanding of policy,
Had been filtered to offset the comprehension perceived
By a concerned citizenship who had been falsely misled!
'But weren't you hired to monitor these activities,
Over a year ago?
To ensure the integrity expected?
And promised to those seeking loans,
And keeping good credit alive and thriving...
That would regain our standing as a robust economy?
This I interpret as lieing.'
Indirectly,
Yes!
I can see how you would feel,
A miscarriage of justice has been hushed.
However...
Lieing implies deception.
And...
To suggest impropriety is the basis of encouraged,
And legalized theft condoned...
Has not been the reason for their current failures.
At least none that I have found,
Under my watch.
'Then why is there no accountability,
For the billions of dollars discovered missing!
And invested by those patrons who have lost everything? '
'We' are currently working to correct that glitch in the system.
And hopefully a forgiveness will be extended for this oversight.
But to accuse anyone of lieing,
Would ruin delusions.
And we all know how important it is to keep them maintained!
'Delusions? '
Oh no.
Emphasized morality.
In the keeping of principles,
Our forefathers implemented with prudence and insight!
'Your point has been well stated!
By the way...
I've heard it said you are a great cook?
Are you a gourmet?
Or do you prefer to let your preparations simmer,
In a crock pot?
To minimize the stirring.'
I use the crock as often as I can.
Especially during these days,
When I find I have little time for impressive presentations.
Speaking off the record, of course.
'Of course.
With a point of view that is valued.
And...with a tasteful explanation as well.
How blessed we all are to have you as commissioner.'
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Who the [censored] filters art
Its like claiming perfume is the substance of your [censored] fart
This the [censored] problem with society we don't give a [censored] that people run the show make us look like 7billion clowns all in a pretty row
Gremlins can [censored] us over each day but wish to display our artistic rebellion and feel the shackles of [censored] in action
Stand for this, never will I
I'll make censored seem like the worst [censored] word under the sky
So to the [censored] who censored my write you know I think you'll are [censored] [censored] with little might.
Go [censored] yourselves!
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They Defend Its Application
I awakened this morning...
Not with the War on Terriorism on my mind,
But the War on My Quality of Life.
The War on My Liberties
The War on the Economy
And The War on Consciousness!
And it seems that very few are in the trenches,
Fighting these battles.
As what's left to democracy is being hocked away.
And the hoax of this joke is played on the people!
Who are encouraged to witness,
Their quality of life diminish!
I see no one dressed in combat gear,
Fighting against urban ignorance.
I see no defense against deceit and corruption.
Or legalized government theft.
Creating deeper debt.
But I am told to pray!
By those who 'prey' upon my goodwill!
And attempt to steal my comprehension...
By pretending to be offended that I speak out,
Against their acceptance of these social crimes!
And...
I am given looks as if I have lost my mind!
And today I am beginning to wonder.
What do I cherish most...
My common sense with integrity?
Or my privacy protecting it?
Some say others are not patriotic,
Because they do not accept this nonsense!
Have we arrive at the Twilight Zone?
With no welcome committee to greet?
OR tour the bizarre?
I don't mean to sound sarcastic...
However,
Too many have been slipped some tainted crack...
OR this 'normalcy' believed to be justisfied,
Needs a complete overhaul of 'reality'!
Since what is being accepted,
Is blistering ignorance inflicted!
And people don't believe they are the cause.
Who elected 'whom' to represent them and their 'interests'?
I think that was more like cynicism.
Don't you?
Well...
It was Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
The 32nd President of these United States who did say...
And I quote, '...those cynical men who say that democracy
cannot be honest and efficient.'
F.D.R. meant well.
Let's face it...
At one point in our lives we all had fantasies,
Of one kind or another!
And he was president for twelve years!
But times have vastly change since the corrupted '30's!
The visuals of special effects have greatly improved.
And deceit now has a manicured appearance.
And this team 'they' have in there now...
To represent their causes,
Couldn't wait to destroy everything of 'myth' that is valued!
They've taken the meaning of incompetence,
To a whole different level.
'Honesty and efficiency' are not choice words,
In their vocabulary.
Maybe 'shaft' 'hoodwink' 'bling' and 'gangsta'...
Are expressions tossed about by these morons!
No one could possibly recreate this kind of treason.
And get people addicted to their own self destruction?
As the people who put them in these positions...
Watch this?
You can call me anything you want!
But they can keep 'that' to themselves.
Whatever drug those folks are on,
Has damaged their brain cells.
And they defend its application...
Like an addict in denial,
Of obvious symptoms of abuse observed!
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For The Love Of The Money And The Car And... Sex!
It's a triumvirate of evil and
It has spread it's disease throughout
The strata of every country in the world
My friend if you have chosen to live your life
In unfashionable deep spiritual contemplation
You can without fear call it the axis of power and
Greed and lust for historical purposes
And go on and cry for the world sister Bettina!
And weep for Humanity with his insatiable greed for
Money and his criminal longing for material things
And his animal lust for the things of the flesh
Oh weep for humanity!
For it is Mankind who suffers His own self inflicted
Wounds and the money lenders have corrupted Humanity
And there are huge technological advances made and
The spirit of Humankind gets even more corrupted
And the sex industry feeds the insurance
Companies and the death factories of the mortuaries
With the corpses of the hundreds of thousand who
Succumb to the ravages of AIDS
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Molester Lusting
Good fortune can leave anyone to bleed.
When the materialism of its worship,
Disappears mysteriously...
From a purpose thirsted.
Like a thief that sneaks,
And takes from hidden shadows...
Without a word to seize and reap.
Theft can make someone to grieve.
Like a molester lusting.
To pounce upon from darkness.
And determined to satisfy selfish needs.
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Invading in a rush!
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Breaking trust!
Good fortune can leave anyone to bleed.
When the materialism of its worship,
Disappears mysteriously...
From a purpose thirsted.
Snatched!
By a thief that sneaks,
And takes from hidden shadows...
Without a word to seize and reap.
Threatening to ruin one's invested peace.
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Invading in a rush!
Like a molester lusting...
People feed.
Like a molester lusting...
To take and seize.
Like a molester lusting...
Hopelessly.
Like a molester lusting...
Breaking trust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Point Of View
There is no right
There is no wrong
Tis all but a matter
Of point of view
No heavenly might
Nor demon strong
Whatever you'd rather
Believe…is truth to you
A lie to one is
Truth to another
What's seen, is what
One wants to view
For a razor edged line
Exists between love and hate
A paper thin partition between
Cold black, and cobalt blue
What's right, what's fair
What's here, what's there
What's love, what's lust
What's treachery, what's trust
What it tis in finality, that
Shapes for you reality
And is what makes
all things true to you
Sadly tis…
Not crimes of passion (or treason)
Nor kind acts of compassion (or reason)
But simply put and sadly true
It's one's own point of view
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That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
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