Meaningless At Best
What you once valued...
With standards you elected to perfect,
Have found themselves insignificant.
And meaningless at best.
There is a consciousness descending,
Rapidly.
And creating an upheaveling of affects.
Yes they are physical.
Yes they are mental.
And behind these times are going to leave you.
If you are not loosening your grip,
On being set...
In your ways.
What you once valued...
With standards you elected to perfect,
Have found themselves insignificant.
And meaningless at best.
There is a consciousness descending,
Rapidly.
And creating an upheaveling of affects.
To struggle against the cosmicness of it,
Will only produce...
More of your foolishness.
Since this has nothing to do with
The emptiness of ritualistic symbolic routines.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A One Am I Mad At
With a choosing done of sides,
They elected to attack.
And when they discovered,
The hollowness of their reason...
For action,
Time had past them by...
To bestow upon those aware,
A higher consciousness.
One that left them AND their tactics,
Insignificant, irrelevant, pointless...
And shallow.
Although...
Some like myself,
Found their efforts to be beneficial.
And expeditiously used,
To motivate my own success.
Not a one am I mad at.
You feel me?
Not a one!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
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Improprieties
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
Anything done you did you had time to correct.
And those blatant mistakes you've made,
Would have long been forgotten with an apology.
Your wish to be seen,
As something other than a human being...
Has left you in a deep ditch.
Along with other hypocrites,
You shared a commonness with.
Mixed and socialized in a doing of discreet business.
Well...
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
And what you intentionally did to others,
Had not been a good thing to do...
For the doing you did to get done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Questions That Come To Visit
Creating a place,
To nurture the presence of doubt...
Affects and wounds,
One's credibility assumed.
And assumptions are not worth,
The agony of this thought kept.
And eventually this doubt flourishes.
With these questions that come to visit...
If one 'is' or if one isn't,
A reliable source...
To keep an invested friendship,
Valued as had been perceived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elected (live)
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm a yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
The kids need a savior, they don't want a fake
I wanna be elected
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected
I wanna be selected
I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I have to get the votes, I told you about school
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Hallelujah
I wanna be selected, come on
Ooh yeah
We're gonna rock this place, take the country by storm
I wanna be elected
You and me together, young and strong
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected, oh, oh, come on
This time
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Found Odd, Trifling and Out of Place
Stay perplexed and fixed,
To the politics you chose to pick.
Examine those policies,
You selected as priorities...
To be of interest by those elected.
And while you are doing that...
Remember when you dismissed others,
As insignificant voices to forget.
I've done it...
Remembered.
With a healing done I do not regret.
That's why my choice is not to be stunned.
I'm sure I had not been the only one,
Kicked to the curb by you and those...
With noses upturned,
And feeling the more deserving.
You pursued degrees...
You 'still' are billed to pay.
And your tunneled vision,
Has been blocked along the way.
Now I am approached by you,
And others too.
To unite and serve...
To assist in your desperation,
To save what you were told then...
Not to take for granted!
And...
One day from your 'perch'...
You will be unnerved.
And from within you,
A reality will be purged.
Has that happened?
However...
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Made no sense.
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Was a waste of time uselessly spent.
And today your frantic actions,
Have been isolated and distanced.
No one is seeking,
To protect your standards valued.
No one is seeking,
To uphold your exposed decadence.
You've made that and yourself too exclusive.
And did not include the needs of those who bled.
Or anyone you were instructed to bleed to death.
With a choice that led you to flee, instead.
And as you fled,
So did we.
Not to scatter like you.
But to find a peace of mind we keep.
With a doing done not to undo.
Today you say we need to call on God.
Those I know,
Have been and remain in daily conference.
You are the ones who are now found 'odd'.
Trifling and out of place.
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Fantasies Enriched
With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.
Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.
Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.
However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.
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In Discussion Of What 'Is' Valued
Mixed marriages.
Sexual preferences.
And those unable to mind their own business.
Is not a good blend,
When in discussion of what 'is' valued.
Since those standards of a yesterday gone,
And once valued to respect others and their choices made...
Are not prioritized,
By those who have their noses...
Up in the cracks of other people's lives.
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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.
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Time Is Dead, Killed In Meetings 6.3.2008
I am swimming, swimming, swimming, just keep
swimming, swimming, swimming, one word and
one phrase at a time, though my consciousness
experiences total lack of context and absolute
meaninglessness, I have my brain in a vice-grip
and we are making the trip through the document;
a most amazing occurrence, mostly I fall into the
holes in the network filaments of reality, but today
the vice-grip is steady, just plowing forwards,
irrespective of isolation and complete lack of
perspective; life had become totally meaningless
and still the vice-grip is holding, keeping steady;
one word at a time, one phrase towards eternity,
doing my job, putting down words in a series
of meanings that will bring nobody joy, will not
be blessed by a reply, a piece of work that will
fall down and die sooner than it has been written;
if this is why we have human rights and why I
have been born, then the world has to be
destroyed, the sooner the better, wasting the
magical gift of consciousness on white and grey,
colorless words in bleak sentences reporting
facts cold and empty, facts that offer nobody
succor, that does not sing or resonate with
anything, simply report on a meaningless
meeting and planning one such another –
people killing time, time is dead, it has been
killed in millions of meaningless meetings
held everywhere…
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18 Square Miles
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And is the home of over four thousand gang members.
Some segments of it,
Look as if negligence is tolerated.
And decadence celebrated.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And sits in a state that use to brag about its affluence.
Clearly with ignorance to salivate.
As disrespect for others is shown...
And lack of discipline and illiteracy,
Considered top rate and obviously condoned.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With hidden pockets of poverty.
Neighborhoods are divided,
Into sections like an apartheid.
With those who control this...
Absent of vision and intelligence free.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With racism practiced as a way of life.
And those who inflict their bigotry,
See themselves in a self righteous light.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And the affects of hunger and homelessness,
Is as protected as the theft that goes on.
The place is only eighteen square miles,
Of illogical standards valued.
Eighteen square miles,
Of blinded physical and mental abuse!
Reflecting a nation,
Unraveling from the inside.
And using those victimized as an excuse.
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Common Sense Is Not Indexed
People believe intelligence comes from books they read.
As if to regurgitate another's observations,
Gives them an equal ability to 'see'.
But those who have wisdom,
Observe their environment...
And those who live in it.
The affects this creates.
And whose thoughts dominate them.
However...
Reading does achieve an expanded comprehension.
If one chooses to pursue a degree...
To produce heightened accepted limitations.
Although if one chooses to explore out of the box.
One has to do that on one's own.
Since detailed documentation for this,
Can be found not!
Common sense is not indexed.
And generally pioneered without standards to block.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transitions Descending
Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
Transitions descending,
Affecting human minds.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are of a different kind.
Transitions descending,
And with messages to us sent.
We are part of the Universe.
A transitional event,
That has us mentally spent.
Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
Transitions descending,
Affecting human minds.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are of a different kind...
Changing times we find.
Transitions descending...
And speeding up consciousness.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T
As we thought known and meant.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T
As we thought known and meant.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T.
No it isn't.
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Magnificent and Glorious
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.
Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.
Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!
Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.
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Satisfied With That Calmness Found
Welcome every opportunity,
To accept peace...
Upon you descending and released.
Become satisfied with that calmness found.
And let those frustrations felt cease.
Dare to witness everywhere,
A tolerance within you daily increase.
And broaden your scope of an openness...
Valued as discovered.
Lived...
And not one sought as it is preached.
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If You Allow Yourself to Set High Standards
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
You will enjoy a higher flight.
Feeling right and certain with this decision,
Made.
With your sights gliding,
Towards an enlightenment sent...
To aid your clearing vision.
As clouds from a darkened limitation,
Fades.
And...
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
Who knows...
You just may influence,
Someone else...
To take flight and also soar.
Who knows who will choose with you,
To explore the soaring done you will do!
And all of those struggles you fight,
Will come from behind those doors you closed.
In a silent battle.
To expose themselves,
As obstacles you allowed to impose...
Upon your attention given.
They will know then...
To you they seem so insignificant.
And they will argue!
But from you they will eventually leave.
With a sliding right off your back.
To become detached.
Never to find you to saddle for a ride again.
As you once had welcomed them!
To harness as if a limb needed.
And there will be a peace enjoyed...
Leaving you to command your destiny!
If...
You allow yourself,
To set high standards!
Listen to your heart and learn.
Your eyes will open,
With a dismissing of the fog...
That drifts away,
To reveal your triumph.
If...
You listen to your heart and learn.
You will allow yourself,
To set high standards!
For yourself.
No one else.
Unless they too...
Have a wish for a dimissing of a fog!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivering Such Sugar Free News
So many have been living in that state of denial,
The keeping of statistics is impossible...
To monitor the population,
Affected by the overwhelming numbers seen.
And...
They want their needs met.
And 'now'!
As if the feeding and leeching of greed,
Is an eternal proposition.
Someone has authored their existence.
And they want it kept exactly that way.
Free of re-writes.
And flourishing with superlatives.
Living to fantasize has been kept the priority.
Truth printed in crayon and scented with mint,
Is not acceptable for them to believe it.
They protest their right to be continued to be lied to.
These folks have become addicted to lies!
With a moisterizing to clear them from any blemishes.
Apologizing to them,
For deceptions presented all their lives...
Offends!
So many have been living in that state of denial,
The keeping of statistics is impossible...
To monitor the population,
Affected by the overwhelming numbers seen.
And sweeping their consciousness,
Is an increase of delusions.
They actually believe,
Just the status of having a good credit rating....
Affords them opportunities,
To bleed blood from a rock.
And they can descend with gold filled pockets,
From mountaintops!
What they have been feeding on is incredible.
Anything fed to them has been edible.
And the one selected...
That should be 'elected'.
Forgive the misperception.
And the one 'elected' to deliver reality...
Has become despised,
For the flavor chosen to present the message.
Anything but a directness is rejected,
As disrespectful!
Although a fashionable decadence,
Is marketed to represent their standards valued.
An arrogant and 'all-knowing' demeanor?
Looking into the camera and giving it to them straight...
With no chaser?
NO WAY!
That will upset this bunch.
They are not accustomed to anyone,
Delivering such sugar free news!
They want it spiced.
And if it's alcoholic...
The better will be the reception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Not Have It Both Ways
You can not have it both ways.
You can not market decadence.
And then preach about its ill affects.
Especially when you have enjoyed it the best!
You can not sit in judgement to condemn.
When every rule and law that is made...
You are the first to be found breaking them!
You can not profess what should be right for others...
When you do what you please,
Wherever you wish to express your druthers.
And you are certainly no example,
To a way of life you defend.
When standards you believe should be followed...
You can not uphold yourself.
If you begged, steal or borrowed.
Without becoming offensive about your whims.
And deceit and stealing...
Are not unfamiliar to you!
In fact...
Did you not teach how,
To succeed using that?
Aren't you the one to climb to heights...
By keeping others back?
Would you like to redo,
Your own tainted tracks?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cutting Edge
As long as my work is edited...
To ensure by those who censor,
I say nothing to offend anyone...
They may believe is totally oblivious,
To a reality that affects...
Their pretentiously kept delusions,
They will meet and decide by voting...
If my written submissions as described,
Should be considerd...
Cutting edge!
And that determines...
Who amongst them have actually,
Spent anytime outside and beyond...
Their own comfort zones.
Many do not travel too far,
To ensure an innocence represented..
Thrives to keep some minds stunted.
Even though the majority of the people,
Have long been forced to do so...
With an eviction from these zones,
For most of their lives.
And find that a censorship...
Athough at these times lived ridiculous,
Should be applied to an acceptance...
Of a decadence that is marketed successfully!
But, of course...
That is a reflection of their lives as lived,
Valued as standards they publicly deny.
Yes it is hypocritical...
However,
It is what it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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