Nibbled and Leeched
Many more will make public announcements,
That their deceits kept discreet...
Are no longer secret.
And on decline.
They now find themselves unneeded.
And forced to leave these deceptions behind.
Shocked by their proclamations,
Followers of theirs start to whine.
Since the days for corruption and crime decreases.
Such loyal servitude has produced enough,
Of an effective requirement for the adequate loss of minds!
The ones who struggle to maintain their grip!
But slipping quick,
From this nibbled and leeched lifeline...
Taken for granted!
Leap.
And those of hateful speech,
Release into a fading screech!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slipping Away
Slipping away, just a heartbeat from disaster
Nothing could make me stay, close your eyes and Ill be gone
Turn the page, yeah, time to start another story
Slipping away, slipping away, time to move along
No reason to stay
Oh, when Im slipping away
Take a look at yourself, youve been running in a circle
Round and round you go, youre a start without an end
Start a new life, yeah, from the city of the gypsies
Running away, slipping away, right behind the plow
Slipping away
Slipping away
Nobody to pay
Look out, cause Im slipping away
Rockin the glass, I wont leave you my reflection
A future without a past, no more road to take me back
Come if you will, just dont question my direction
Running away, slipping away, we can find the sun
Slipping away
Slipping away
Got nobody to pay
And youre slippin away
No more running in a circle
Its time to move along
Round, round, round we go
A start without an end
So Im slipping away
Slipping away
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Quick to Dump Their Junk
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump.
Quick to dump their junk,
And then start running.
Quicker to abuse their minds.
Quicker to find the time to whine.
And quick to say who's nuts...
And who ain't crazy.
It seems easier to walk away from people raging.
Easier to say who should be who they are.
Easier to start a fight.
Easier to say who's not living right.
And easier to be the one who sleeps at night.
Quick and easy it seems not to worry.
It appears some live lives free of mental strife.
Quick and easy it seems for them not to hurry.
When a life they choose to live,
Is not disguised by lies.
It seems some can take their lumps and not be moaning.
Or groan from Sunrise 'til that Sun goes down.
Whether they keep a faith.
Or pray every second of each day.
They don't walk around,
With a face to frown.
Why is it...
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump?
And why is it...
Some are quick to dump their junk,
And run?
Why are they...
Quicker to abuse their minds.
And why so quick are they to whine?
And quick they are to say who's nuts...
But they're not crazy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.
quote by Harriet Ann Jacobs
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People Aren't Wearing Their Pretentions Anymore
One thing is certain.
And you will know this for sure!
Gone are those days,
When pretending to be someone's friend...
Has come to a halt!
That has finally come to an end!
People will be looking for evidence.
And just saying you have friends...
Is going to be more valued,
Than anything you 'thought' you owned.
The times we now live will reveal this!
And 'if' you have been working,
To maintain appearances?
Many will find those 'appearances' foreclosed!
Nothing they 'owned'
Can be shown!
Not so much from lack of payment...
But from an introduction to reality!
And 'this' many will find themselves lacking.
Since 'reality' for them produced no backing!
Few had kept track...
Of the importance of keeping,
Themselves attached to facts!
Now they run stunned,
From a truth that attacks!
A reality that crushes perceptions,
Of what is desired most!
Some will find a closeness is needed.
And deceptions will uncover...
Denials suffered and discovered.
With some in recovery,
Hopefully with others!
Someone is sought to be trusted,
These days.
And if you have rushed to purchase that trust...
Guess what?
You and what you have worked to achieve...
Is as useless as your fake smile!
That has been poisoned with this disease.
And 'that' is no longer the standard.
Or accepted like tantrums of a child!
Not in these times as folks are trying to find...
Something of substance that is far more reliable!
And a selective way of life and outlook,
Has become fruitless, unnourishing...
Outdated and passé!
Like judgements passed for quick trials!
People aren't wearing their pretentions anymore.
And you with your charades displayed,
May just find yourself...
Among those who are left,
Who are feeling not only guilt...
But a disgust that has been much betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like They See It Done In The Movies
I was in and out of the military,
By the age of 21.
Living co-independently with responsibilites...
As a married man with a wife expecting our son.
Today I have little patience,
With men and women both who whine.
About living lives they wished they had.
But accepting routines to live,
Everyday...
In their minds.
And I have no tolerance for those who make claims...
About what they do and how they do it.
While expressing a self centered sadness,
To hold others to blame for their restricted ambitions.
And listening to them...
You will hear them threaten to run away.
And make childish proclamations.
And there are still those...
Who will convince others they have been on their own.
All their lives!
But they have never spent time by themselves.
Nor could they walk on their paths alone.
They have never done it.
But quick to demand from others they do!
Like they see it done in the movies.
Without the added moans and groans.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Piper That Gets Paid Knows
No one wishes to leave,
Perceptions of weakness.
Especially when financial debts...
Are handled to keep beliefs,
And people deceived...
For purposes to maintain,
A way of life sustained by delusions.
And marketing a plan that is well conceived
With discreet meetings kept secret...
Between those who know,
Who owes what to who.
Regardless of conflicting images,
Of dominance and superiority in public view!
What is due and who pays it...
Only the piper that gets paid,
Knows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Power Is Involved Only The Creator Permits
A repeating of false allegations,
Does not diminish a truth observed.
There is a quality to it,
That will not be disturbed.
And insisting a belief,
To increase deceptions...
Will not provide followers with relief.
These days lived people are in the midst,
Of being eye witnesses...
To the decline of liars and their existence.
A power is involved only The Creator permits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waning Faster Than The First Quarter Moon
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences faced,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
What's going on?
A clarity approaching its defining hour!
Opening the eyes of those,
Transfixed upon luxuries...
Traumaticized and shocked,
To find their obsession to possess things...
Blocked.
Sustaining to maintain proper etiquette,
Seems to be waning faster...
Than the first quarter moon,
Rising at noon.
Seen high overhead at sunset.
To leave at the stroke of midnight.
And soon to forget.
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences many face,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
Many are discovering,
Reality is blind...
To race, creed or divisions of ethnic lines.
Drawn to separate,
By those using skills of corruption.
Finding themselves abundantly entitled,
With written documents...
Inked and feathered quilled,
On aged parchment.
Dignifying a time that has long lost its significance.
And a meaning of ideals no one has followed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lacking In the Package
Being stripped naked.
And inspected for those blemishes,
Or flaws...
I accept!
I am not one to pretend they do not exist.
Or am I one to wish them away.
Not as eager as I am to be naked.
Just like this!
So please...
You will not embarrass me,
If you believe there is something I need to know...
That I have mistaken as a gift!
And you have viewed 'something'
That is lacking in the package!
I will admit over the years...
That parts of me aren't so quick to lift!
Or satisfy the beholder,
Who believes I should at least address it.
That,
And/or my nakedness.
Or my willingness to completely strip,
To bare all!
Even though my grip,
On my narcissistic days...
Do seem to be slipping,
Into a fading aging phase.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slipping Away to Fade
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
It is difficult to suppress,
Truth when truth is sought and confessed.
And pointless it is to try to hide it too...
When beliefs once known have shown new roots.
With a growing that leaves clear and fresh air to breathe.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
And we have been chosen to witness it.
And we who have come to benefit from this,
Will rise like flowers reaching up from concrete.
Becoming part of that which yesterday was not possible.
Not when solutions were ignored to correct,
Cracks appearing on city streets.
With powers unlimited and abilities unrestricted...
By useless conflicts inflicted to deceive.
With minds now uplifted no longer accepting this,
As part of life and the experience of it.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance to stick,
Is slipping away.
Slipping away to fade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Words To Express, Define Or Explain
Smothered under thick layers of lies!
Suppressed by deceptions,
That keeps them self obsessed...
To excuse with alibis.
And no longer accepting the affects of self examination.
With cleared and open wider eyes.
They are first taught to assume positions,
Of being the center of the Universe.
Although from where they sit on Earth,
No one knows where up or down is.
Or if they are witnessing the left or right of it.
They learn to judge,
From lessons learned from birth first...
That whatever else exists,
From delusions quick to depict themselves...
Flawless.
There is a need to believe this ridiculousness,
Regardless of reality...
They wish with attempts to reverse.
And to curse those who are conscious...
With broadening observations,
Sought to seek and within them thirst.
With restricting limits,
Many self righteous think of others immediately...
By values and standards crumbling beneath their feet.
But yet refuse to see their own self imposing defeat,
From a medicating on maintaining minds addicted to fantasies.
And denying the existence of truth,
There to reduce their increasing agonies enforced and produced.
No matter how overwhelming the evidence,
Of a need for them to awaken from a maddening ignorance.
They've become too addicted to free and release to leave behind.
And unfortunate for them are these times we live,
That are completely out of their control...
Unfolding!
For all to behold with nothing left to be said,
With words to express, define or explain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real Achievements Produced
Real achievements produced,
Are often used as exceptions.
Once they are exposed,
To be correct and effective.
But those who would love,
To reduce those achievements...
Exclaim with deceptions,
One has personal imperfections.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Promise to Keep This Secret
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
Why would somebody have an elicit affair?
With a promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
And do it while sneaking around,
In the clear open air?
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A friend can be a friend to another,
Until the end.
But a friend can not be trusted,
When a cheating begins.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
And a friend can't be expected to defend a friend.
When that friend is also 'friend',
To those who swap and cheat on spouses...
Of,
Other friends!
Oh.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
When those swapping spouses sneak from houses,
Living just next door???
Keeping this a secret is a hard job.
When those swapping spouses sneak from houses...
Living just next door???
Keeping this discreet is just too hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
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Lifeline
Well Im not superstitious
But theres something
Going on inside
Could be friendly, could be vicious
And there isnt any place to hide
Its my imagination
A blessing or a curse
No, I cant ignore it
For better or for worse
It wakes me when Im sleeping
A thief that takes my breath away
And I find myself
Reaching for a lifeline
Throw me a lifeline and
Bring me back in time
I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline
Im going down for the last time
Sometimes I cant control it
Sometimes it isnt there at all
Sometimes I try to roll it
And wind up staring at the wall
My imagination
I love the games it plays
I get in so deep that I get lost
For days and days
It sometimes leaves me shakin
Standin in the dark alone
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Stunned By The Speed And Brightness
These days now and ahead,
Are not for those wicked.
A lifting of consciousness has come.
Leaving many to make attempts,
To overcome and be done...
With self deceptions.
Hidden in beliefs,
No one can 'see' through their deceits.
With new found clarity.
These days now and ahead,
Are not for those wicked.
Those yesterdays are buried and dead.
Too much truth today is demanded instead.
And those dishonest trying to outrun,
This light that comes...
Are stunned,
By the speed and brightness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weighing Heavily On Your Mind
You know the days when you feel that your life is slipping through your fingers, and there is nothing you can do. It is one of those days today. It is weighing on my mind whether to stay or go. You feel like giving up the job, your hobbies, the lot, just turn your back and start a new somewhere else.
The problem is, what about your friends, what will they think? They’d probably want the best for you, but they would not want you to go. However sometimes its for the best, to go away and start a new life somewhere. Just say goodbyes and then just go. Disappear to who knows where, try not to shed a tear too much, nor regret what you are about to do. Just put the old life away on a shelf, try and tell yourself it didn’t exist at all.
Oh, I wish it was that easy. Memories of places and faces of friends would still be there at the back of my mind. They don’t disappear that easily I have found. I think to myself, I’ve done this before, it will only be the closing of just another door, another chapter on my life. Maybe sometime in the future another door will open, and behind it I will find some old friends. Who knows what the score will be. As for right now a decision has to be made. Still I am pondering what I am going to do. I might just leave that decision for a day or two.
Who knows someone of something might make me change my mind. But whatever I decide there is one thing I know. I think whatever I decide it will be a bit of a struggle inside.
poem by David Harris
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Remember the 'Virtue Years'?
It is a good feeling to be thanked.
Without those ulterior motives floating.
Someone who just says 'Thank you! '
And that's it!
With nothing to gain.
Or leave behind nothing to suspect.
Is given undo attention.
If any is given at all.
Remember the 'virtue years'?
Those who are still able to maintain a sense of sanity do!
And there are so few still with 'us'.
I remember the days when people spoke and said 'Hello! '
Without one eyebrow arched over an eye,
Moving swiftly from one's head to toe.
Those who are lucky enough,
Know this.
And...
Children were so respectful.
Today,
If children are respectful...
Immediately we detect something is wrong.
So we hurry along to get away from them,
As fast as we can!
With a forced smile and eyes fixed,
On keeping them distant.
To get home as quick as possible...
To lock our doors.
And take sneak peeks from behind draped windows.
Hoping we have not been followed!
With claims of how the world has changed.
And not hold our own selves responsible!
Of course 'these' actions are not deranged.
Especially when it has been determined,
We have arrived safely to a protective place.
To then take our appropriate medications.
You know...
The ones for high blood pressure!
Remember the 'virtue years'?
Those who are still able to maintain a sense of sanity do!
Or whatever that is we are calling our fears!
And doctors then were not considered our best friends.
To call whenever we developed hypochondriatic symptoms.
At least we know they are there caring...
About our health and adequate insurance coverage!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grinding Slowly
I will never understand...
A mind closed off,
And afraid of challenges.
One that accepts,
And sees life the way it is!
Even though the way it is,
Shouldn't be that way at all.
If a point of view introduced...
Is not what the 'crowd' selects?
Mindsets become trapped.
And a growth becomes stalled.
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I wish I could remove deceptions,
From the eyes and minds of some.
They could influence those they knew...
Of a consciousness,
With a higher awareness that comes to everyone!
They would understand mankind can demand,
An ending to things by taking a stand!
But a conformity that has been fed on greed...
Only breeds on selfishness that is held in one's hand!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I will never understand...
A mind closed off,
And afraid of challenges.
One that accepts,
And sees life the way it is!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I wish I could remove deceptions,
From the eyes and minds of some.
They could influence those they knew...
Of a consciousness,
With a higher awareness that comes to everyone!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
Grinding slowly,
To...a...fall!
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Rhythmic Sedations
Rhythmic sedations,
Have them seduced...
And captivated by stagnation.
Assigned to sterotypes,
They struggle and fight to maintain.
Behind masks that traps them,
Defining entrapments...
Loved and keeping them blind.
They do not find themselves behind the times.
Dysfunctions produced have induced,
Recycled motivations to feed only the taste...
Of a thumping bass.
And trained they are to accept chasing their tails,
Like dogs.
Believing a progress is being made...
With new instruments to supply updated beats.
To each ritualistic hymnal sung!
Effective to entertain and sustain inactivity to praise.
Rehearsed each day...
For dynamic Sunday performances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Is Not Stressed
Whatever was done,
Had been demeaned and declared as easy.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
Simple were his deeds considered.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
And criticized for his desires,
To obtained success.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
But that was yesterday!
Today...
He is not stressed at all!
Nor overly protective,
Of an investment,
Others made at a loss in pretentiousness.
And again he finds himself,
Blessed to be ahead of the rest!
And sharing a happiness...
For him that has been cost effective!
And those folks back 'then'...
In 'those days' they could not leave,
Are still there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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