My Disappearing Act
If I have offended you,
That can only mean one thing!
You chose to enforce an impression on me.
With a familiar disrespect,
That is a part of your life without self reflection.
And if I offended you,
I've seen what you do too much.
And folks like you out of touch,
With an absorption of self?
I don't like.
Although I may not say that.
My disappearing act should express it!
You will not test my peace of mind.
Doing it I do not suggest,
One bit.
And if you find that offensive,
I do not give a...
'To those who know what I am saying?
You know what I am saying!
There is no point in explaining.
Some folks can agitate the evil out of others.'
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Theirs to Declare
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
Thieves do not get the connection,
That what is taken does not to one belong.
You can locate planets and give them names...
But only the creator can make claims.
And people who believe,
They rule above and over those dictates of God...
Find themselves beset by struggles.
And in their blind consciousness,
Can not see themselves...
As defects.
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
With a certain 'class' of folks...
Believing themselves as self righteously perfect.
And deserving to label anything on Earth and beyond,
As theirs to declare.
With destruction and conflicts they initiate to carry on.
Like any incurable disease on a rampage.
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An Over and Done and An Exit Out
Some people have a tendency,
To embrace nonsense.
As if it is an appendage.
While those who have become offended by this...
Decide to exhaust all tolerance for it's appearance.
The 'nonsensical' then become offended,
When an attention is suspended from them.
But a caring that has lessened immensely...
Is still giving these folks a bit too much respect,
That needs to end...
Period.
With an over and done,
And an exit out!
With no pouting to exchange.
But definitely...
A silent and closed mouth.
Until a point made has been established.
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A Lot Of Issues To Address
If I look a certain way...
With my head up and not down to the ground.
They become offended.
Especially when I smile...
And there they are,
With evil looks and wearing frowns.
If I dress a certain way,
Because I feel good about myself everyday.
And I might not have gotten any sleep!
Or have eatened that day.
There they are...
Offended.
And 'if' I suggest I am at peace.
And have a happy mindset...
The eyes begin to roll.
They believe I live without any needs at all.
Because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve.
And I become victim,
Of a character assassination process.
Made to feel out of place,
Because I'm not crawling around pleading on knees.
'Just ignore 'those' people!
They just don't like who you are, period! '
THOSE people?
Those people are my 'own' people.
And they have a lot of issues to address.
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Details
Before the mind goes...
And any 'suspected' patience,
That is left I 'may' have had...
But did not take an opportunity to express.
I'd like to,
With current humility I recognize within me now,
Say this...
To anyone I might have unwittingly offended.
I'd like to say you can...
Can?
You...
Gee!
It was right on the tip of my tongue too!
How embarrassing?
You can...
'Sounds like...?
Comeon.
Out with it.
I aint got all day to listen to these mushy apologies.
Contrived or not!
Express it. Get it out! '
See?
You see?
That's exactly why folks like you,
Deserve to be told what to kiss!
But I aint feelin' it.
It's a good thing my mind has memory lapses.
Or I'd cuss you out with abundant love.
Which reminds me...
Didn't you promise to pay back my ten dollars?
About a month ago?
Were you hoping I'd forget that?
In fact...
Just last week,
Didn't you borrow fifty more dollars from me?
'Details!
Now you want to include 'details' in the mix! '
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Say That Again?
Hey...
Back up!
You are good to suggest,
I am in it for the ego.
That I need that massaged...
To gain a barrage of adulation.
Do you realize how long I've been doing this?
Getting angry looks with frowning lips.
Wishing to assist others with their gifts.
And this has not given me...
An expanded ego to lift.
Folks talk good game about unity.
And how others should support each other,
With their diversity.
But all I've been given is their indignities.
And how they believe...
Receiving such disrespect,
I'm finding it relieves...
The masochistic side of my personality.
Or this accomodates a deep self depravation...
Only when shown,
They then can appreciate!
For gossip purposes...
To spread to say they saw me grieve.
I do not feed on self loathing.
Hey...
Back up!
You are good to suggest,
I am in it for the ego.
That I need that massaged...
To gain a barrage of adulation.
Who in their right mind,
Would put up with such aggravation?
Unless, of course...
They feed on remorse!
'Say that again? '
Unless, of course...
They feed on remorse!
'No...
That part about being in your right mind!
Maybe that is what you should have examined!
Why continue to beat your head against the wall...
If you know no one cares you inflict your own pain!
Have you attempted another approach,
So the folks wont believe you're insane?
Or leave them alone and maintain your peaceful gains? '
What are you saying?
'I have never seen a camel,
Complain of being dehydrated.
Or wishing to have a thirst quenched! '
That makes no sense.
'My point,
Exactly! '
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Without Thinking
I had been asked to give my opinion.
And expressed a reluctance to give it.
When my reluctance offended,
I went ahead to give my opinion...
Without thinking I would be challenged,
To defend it.
Or argue my right to express it.
Especially if requested.
That's why with lessons learned today,
I do not accept request to express my thoughts.
Whether they are solicited or not to convey.
With a keeping of my peace of mind addressed.
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Benefit of Their Neglect
Some folks don't recognize a good thing
Even when they have it!
They will take it for granted.
Thinking it came to them easy...
So more has to be out there for the asking!
Until it becomes understood,
Their intentions to turn what is good...
Into something not so tasty!
They become deluded within themselves.
But delusions are what they are!
Based on fantasy.
And some folks have fantasized themselves,
Right out of the mix!
To secure something or someone that belongs...
It has to be appreciated.
It has to become a respected part of one's life!
When that appreciation goes?
So too a peace of mind one thought came,
And would stay at the benefit of their neglect!
Many do no get this!
And that is why 'that' which was theirs isn't there,
To be shared!
It has gone.
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Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself. A man who lies to himself is often the first to take offense. It sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn’t it? And surely he knows that no one has offended him, and that he himself has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it, that he has exaggerated for the sake of effect, that he has picked on a word and made a mountain out of a pea — he knows all of that, and still he is the first to take offense, he likes feeling offended, it gives him great pleasure, and thus he reaches the point of real hostility…
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Limitations of Tranquility
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Share it with those in need.
Especially those who feed on myths.
Trying their best to fit in...
A history they affix to a reality
That has been tricked and rewritten!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Some people can not accept,
Their ancestors were thieves and heathens.
Who worshipped their sins in dens of evil.
And now they pay for these medieval deeds!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
It is shown they have an absence of this.
Their entire existence has them betwixt...
Having an intelligence that sits
Within borders of treason!
They can not reason.
They accept others outside of their barricades,
As odd and below façades they've made.
They have no idea,
They bring fear amongst themselves!
To endear conflict they instill to thrive to prosper.
And deluded with limitations of tranquility.
That has weakened a peace...
From those they spend in frustrations to conquer.
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
They do not know it.
This has never to them been shown!
They are descendents of war!
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Indoctrinated Through Ancestry
They are here in droves...
Those me-me-I-I folks.
The ones who have been told they are attractive.
Those with slave mentalities,
And still trying to please their masters.
And I can not say how many folks there are...
Who are afraid to express too much 'identity'.
For fear they will upset someone else's wishes!
And they know what on me they can kiss!
Anyone who has a mind like this!
I'm not having none of it.
There is an addicted sickness inflicted.
Alive and well.
And profiting the few,
Who have so many messed up in their heads!
The more pretentious the folks...
One can find them driven to play charades,
On all coasts.
Wherever they are found 'coasting' and cruising!
It just seems that way.
Those on escapades and away from their identities.
And ready to please.
As if indoctrinated through ancestry!
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Not Here to Play The Dozen's
Hello?
Is there a light on in your attic?
Obviously not.
Unfortunately,
There is nothing dimming at all in your head.
At least give me eye contact,
So I feel as if something said is being heard,
And shared.
You ignoring me,
Is a favor done you wont believe.
I don't have to put up with your ignorance.
Or tolerate disrespect from no one.
In fact,
Give me more distance.
I live in this community.
And I am familiar with the neighborhood.
What happens here and what folks do to themselves,
May be entertaining to you.
And I could care less if you disagree with me.
But you folks have been programmed,
To invite your own unexpected deaths.
I have integrity and some dignity left,
That has of yet been taken.
And I have identity.
Of that you have none.
My comprehending of that has long been numbed.
To the point it is no longer heartbreaking.
Nor am I one to fake unity!
It aint happenin'.
And if it is I'd like to know where?
But let me say this...
To get this over with quick.
You can act as if I am invisible,
If that helps you pretend I do not exist.
However...
Do not 'think' I have to put up with your 'stupidity'
Because others get a kick out of it!
I am not into self destruction.
Or folks who make excuses to self abuse themselves.
And I know you don't understand this,
Because your mama didn't teach you.
And your father refuses to be a man.
And I know you don't understand 'that'.
Nor am I here to play the 'dozen's with you.
Truth I do not play with!
Too many of you have been pitched the taste for truth.
But you'd rather do a genocide on yourselves,
Better than 'the man' can!
And your ignorance has been addicted to keep that focused.
But nothing done I do is a mirage.
I'm here to snap your ass awake.
Don't get that messed up with your sugared cookies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poor Folks Town
The work is hard and the hours are long
The money aint much but we get along
Were rich in things can give
That cant be bought with a dollar bill
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no carpets on the floor
Weve got wall to wall love
Who could ask for more
We got no big fine things to show
Just a place to watch our children grow
We got no big fine fancy car to drive
And no fancy clothes to keep in style
What weve got were payin on
But its mostly love that were livin on
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
Weve got a little simple church nearby
And the promise of a mansion in the sky
A heart of gold a million dollar smile
And a one way ticket to paradise
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
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Leased Toys
Few have military backgrounds.
The ones that do...
Aren't the ones sobbing on another's sleeve,
About a life
Diminished by a lack of affordable materialism.
Or teased by weekly sales.
Once one decides to give their life away for a belief...
It's not difficult to see those weeping,
Without an emotion to express empathy.
Because a creditor keeps them from sleeping.
While those who give their time to civic duty...
Return to streets.
To be ignored!
Becoming homeless to live undernouished.
After displays of bravery...
And courage.
To now have nothing to eat!
On familiar turf they grew.
Played and chose to defend!
That's BS!
And other terms that could be used,
To express this 'wounding' of disrespect.
Shown blatantly and has long lasting affect.
Few have military backgrounds.
And they are the ones seen,
Screaming!
Because someone says they can not pay what is due...
To stay comforted in familiar surroundings,
With their mortgaged and leased toys!
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
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Loose Talk (feat. Connie Smith)
So long we've been married
Life's burdens we carried
Though faith kept us humble and made our love true
But plans that we make up
Someone seems to break up
Oh, darlin', what else can we do?
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me and happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
When i go out walkin'
There's lots of loose talkin'
They say we're unhappy, and we'll drift apart
But darlin' it's not true
Because i still love you
And i do with all of my heart
They say you are leavin'
That you are deceivin'
But you tell me they say the same about me
Oh, but we'll show them they're wrong
That loose talk can do harm
And hope that the truth they will see
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me
And happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
If some folks would leave us alone
song performed by by John Prine
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Tool Of Those Foolish
You've turned your back on me?
Not once but on several occasions.
And...
Am I suppose to be offended?
Or amused.
Which do you prefer?
If you were not so quick to do this,
You would notice...
My happiness is not offended at all,
By your actions.
Nor did it come with your signature on it.
Seriously,
It didn't.
Someone must have told you,
By the doing of this...
You would get my attention,
With an overdose of curioisty?
I will admit this...
I am curious as to why,
Someone would display publicy...
Such childish stupidity.
Whoever it is that advises you,
To do the immature things you do...
I would suggest you request,
Less feeding of fiction.
And more digesting of facts.
You will become surprise...
How much aware of life you will then become.
With the stopping of your doing of that.
Trust me.
There is so much to be gained,
By living life...
Not to be used as a tool,
Of those foolish and so obvious.
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Loose Talk
So long weve been married
Lifes burdens we carried
Though faith kept us humble and made our love true
But plans that we make up
Someone seems to break up
Oh, darlin, what else can we do?
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me and happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
When I go out walkin
Theres lots of loose talkin
They say were unhappy, and well drift apart
But darlin its not true
Because I still love you
And I do with all of my heart
They say you are leavin
That you are deceivin
But you tell me they say the same about me
Oh, but well show them theyre wrong
That loose talk can do harm
And hope that the truth they will see
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me
And happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
If some folks would leave us alone
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Unaccustomed to Having An Identity
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And others became offended by that?
Others became offended...
Because you announced a clarity of your identity.
AND...
This offended?
AND...
You then became so proud of who you were,
Your entire presence began to threaten?
Especially those unaccustomed to having an identity!
The ones from birth until death,
Are only known by their nicknames.
And they are related to people who will never know,
Their real names.
Ever!
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And the next thing they want you to do,
Is to get 'right' with God.
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To Seek New Lows
Those who wish with you,
To seek new lows.
With a disrespect...
That sinks deeper into neglect,
Of one's integrity.
Let these folks go.
Unless a willingness to be dragged,
Through the mud and laughed at...
Is a desired goal.
Some people can get too familiar,
With what they believe another should accept.
As a means of a closeness to be given one gets.
Let these folks go.
Unless a willingness to be dragged,
Through the mud and laughed at...
Is a desired goal.
Who knows?
There are those who call this behavioral nonsense,
Friendship.
'Uh...
I'm gonna have to find,
Another way to occupy my time.
'Cause you don't know me like that!
Nor will I allow this sleaze appeal,
To get any deeper to offend in a new dimension.'
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Some Lessons Are More Effective
Attempts were made to contact you!
Long before your present concerns became fashionable.
Long before your way of life,
Came crashing down to Earth.
Those things now happening to you...
Happened to others first.
Remember those homeless and hungry,
Expressing human needs?
You do recall expressing this statement...
'If they don't like it here,
Why don't they leave! '
You remember being given authority,
To select those for work...
And you chose those of 'quality'.
You remember being given government grants?
And choosing friends and family members,
To take the funds to fill up pocketbooks...
And their already bulging pants!
You remember representing yourself,
As a part of the community?
Only to express that when it was advantageous,
To take what you wanted.
Then you would leave.
Remember voices saying you should train the folks...
And sharing that,
A prosperity would grow?
But you let greed feed your selfishness!
That is why no one cares that you now suffer.
Or that you have no where to go!
And you feel offended with your defensiveness.
Some lessons are more effective...
If they are felt!
Like a beating received one gives oneself,
Before one can say they truly 'know'!
'Who learns more from their experiences?
Crabs on the bottom?
Those in the middle?
Or the ones on top? '
They are all in the same barrel...
So that process stops!
'Precisely! '
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