Not Everyone Is Polarized
Not everyone is polarized,
In disguising of their racist and bigoted fits.
It is those with the smallest percentage,
Who declare they represent the interests...
Of the majority of people,
Who resent the attempts made...
To solicit divisions to keep a society,
Split into pieces as if this has benefits.
And those who are adapting,
To have none of this...
With a higher consciousness,
Are the ones perceived to be misfits...
With voices that are silenced,
By those on the left AND right...
Doing their best to protect their dim-witted insights.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Endorsed Enslavements
Endorsed enslavements,
Has left them insignificant.
Has left them in stagnation...
In segments where their conditioning,
Leaves them infighting.
And in competition!
Divided by beliefs.
And controlled by religious divisions.
Within themselves they have bigoted concepts.
Triggered from birth.
And constantly rehearsing their indifferences.
Jealousy and envy...
Keeps them as a people divided.
Entertained by transgressions.
And left to recycle their anguish and pain.
No gains are made.
As unity spoken becomes a myth nonexistent.
And resistent to change,
Keeps them significantly deranged...
In a sustaining acceptance of shallowness expected.
Intentional!
And identity eroding.
To effectively impede a higher consciousness...
Few of them nonconforming choose and succeed!
Freeing themselves of limiting weaknesses,
Taught that they had no choice but to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It Takes To Participate
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Voices Heard
Do the fresh voices heard,
Enhance to inspire...
The encouragement of higher consciousness?
Deceit can not seem to smother.
Or have they too been sold,
To silence the old insights.
The ones that frighten sweetened appetites.
With beliefs a release from the past,
Will undo delusions praised to last.
And a comforting with a replacement of truth,
Those with old insights,
Were too quick to strip away...
The selling of misconceptions fresh voices heard,
Will keep pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice Of Tone and Arrogant Demeanor
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons.
And those who refuse to honor their requests
Are thought to be stand-offish...
With an angering of those that stir up protests,
Against someone who attempts not to get them upset.
And yet it does,
And they do...
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
But the depth of them had not been explored,
To make known.
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons?
And that one who 'is' direct,
With a giving of an opinion to suggest and recommend...
Is seldom left to leave them without being disrespected.
To anger those...
Yep!
You've guessed it.
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
'It wasn't what you said that offended.
It was your choice of tone and arrogant demeanor.
And we are not accustomed,
To anyone who disregards what we accept.'
~What do you prefer?
Deception? ~
'YES!
We thought to 'you' this would be obvious.
Aren't we charading with the best of our pretentions?
How are you ever going to be one of 'us'? '
~Uh...
I'm clueless.~
'And apparently raw, out of the box and not trained, either! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enter Greed
A progressive society,
Is one in which its people are productive.
And all aspects of their deeds done,
Is towards the uplifting of the entire society.
Not one selected segment but for everyone.
ENTER GREED
A people focused on greed in a decadent society,
Develop selfish interests in deceit and evilness.
Create divisions within themselves.
And seek to punish others without limits.
Resulting in their own ignorance accepted.
With a repetition of it kept inflicted to digest.
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Objective knowledge, the idea of unity included, belongs to objective consciousness. The forms which express this knowledge when perceived by subjective consciousness are inevitably distorted and, instead of truth, they create more and more delusions. With objective consciousness it is possible to see and feel the unity of everything. But for subjective consciousness the world is split up into millions of separate and unconnected phenomena. Attempts to connect these phenomena into some sort of system in a scientific or philosophical way lead to nothing because man cannot reconstruct the idea of the whole starting from separate facts and they cannot divine the principles of the division of the whole without knowing the laws upon which this division is based.
quote by G.I. Gurdjieff
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What Is A Fraud?
Interests of the people should always be conveyed as a whole.
While divisions indeed do exist, we can not let a select elite few dictate the choices for us all.
For the majority not a minority.
Let there be no seniority.
A special interests to those deemed appropriate by the paper strewn across the sky.
Which keeps being printed with no consequences in mind.
A ride that the lines keep getting longer each time.i
Soon no one will come for the wait itself because it is not worth the debate.
When the accomplishments are of a single entity with no defining merits of legitimacy.
The meaning of one word defines a lie spread abroad.
That is what we all know as a fraud.
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Collected Madness Accepted
As you read this...
The wicked witches have brewed their fix.
Conflicts have addicted an avoidance to mix...
Those who adventured to trick with splits,
And those who prefer to be left in quiet sits.
Agitating divisions have increased.
Relationships have since decreased.
Backbiting has found itself on the rise.
And the shallow minded now are the ones to cry!
As you read this...
Those of higher consciousness continue to resist,
An obvious planting of encouraged dementedness.
And a struggle to hold onto values crumbling to the ground...
Scattering those responsible,
For a quality of life lost...
Never again to be ever found.
Since a racistness supporting a separateness...
Had followers believing,
This greed they fed would leave them receiving...
The benefits of threatened interests!
And it has...
Left them!
In a unified and collected,
Madness accepted!
Inflicted to intervene with rumors of peace.
Sold to protestors to wear on tee shirts...
Marketed and released!
For a price to pay.
As you read this day after day.
Numbing these events...
That come to stun and are here to stay!
Unless those brave,
Confront them with mental strength.
To condense them,
And erase them away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are 'Your' Specifics?
So much easier it is,
To attack one who achieves with a doing done.
Than it is to criticize that one who does this,
To impress with plans to do.
And...
With only the evidence one who judges can produce,
Of mistakes another has made in the process...
To the making of attempts to correct those mistakes,
In a public manner to have those errors addressed.
And yet with audacity an honesty is confessed.
To have it perceived the one who critiques...
Is the best one anyone should choose and select,
To represent the very of their interests.
'Yes...
Your ideas are worth a giving of attention.
But,
What are your specifics? '
~That has yet to be determined.
However...
I can promise you when elected,
You will 'then' know what my plans have been.~
'Do you have more than pictures,
And posters with slogans to show us? '
~Of course.
That too you will be given an opportunity to see.
But today my priority is to convince you,
What I offer is a better solution.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolated
Championed are trite statements,
Of a dead man treasured...
Who has long been gone!
One who ushered in their downward spiral.
One who began their 'conservative' slide...
Into divisions,
That introduced them to oblivion!
And they contribute his comments,
To a feeding of their greed.
Until the deceit of it...
Exposed to reveal their gross misdeeds.
With such activities,
Bringing them to dire straits...
And on the brink to the brim of grim!
They still insist their backward insights...
Are worthy solicitations,
To continue to defend!
With a ridiculousness,
They persist with this.
Believing their best interests,
Do not offend those of consciousness.
Or keep them isolated...
In times when their mindlessness has ended!
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Concepts Of Totalitarianism
Quietly swept in unsuspecting steps,
Towards concepts of totalitarianism.
With an autocratic rule set.
Leaving all freedoms deluded and state control.
As mindsets are kept bigoted and racist,
To ensure the onset of divisions...
Patrolled by those uniformed in camouflage.
Quietly swept in unsuspecting steps,
But observed as this feeding is accepted.
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In Civil Disobedience!
The majority of them have lived their lives,
In an isolated racist bubble.
Now that their comfort has been marked by troubles...
They seek a bailout from their mindless gains.
With wishes their selfishness did not exist.
Or had not been obvious to others,
Who had witnessed this!
While a greed was fed to exploit those in need.
Those who now seem much better off.
Since they have less blood to bleed...
Than those who lived totally on their good credit.
And loans the economy...
Can no longer assist them in their leeching to feed.
And their misdeeds and deceit...
Now chases them in fear!
With no escape from this beast!
While they swarm the streets...
In civil disobedience!
Treating them with a taste of defeat!
Completely out of their minds...
Come the times for those of selfishness!
Protesting that their interests,
Has left them in duress!
With no fingers to point.
As they are kept close to their own chests!
In attempts to keep themselves...
From losing their precious breath!
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Running For Sainthood
No. That was you!
'No it wasn't...
It was you! '
No, you!
'No...
That was you! '
~And what are they doing over there? ~
*They prepare for the conventions coming up.*
~Well...
They seem to represent the people.
Nothing will get done.
And the one who wants to do that,
Will be labelled a liberal.
And those conservative will say...
The country is too far left!
And those on the right are religiously opposed! ~
*Remember those days,
When the choice made was just to vote?
Now you have these folks,
Who claim to represent our causes...
And protect our well being and quality of life!
Now they want us to believe they are running for 'sainthood'.
And those with the lesser of clipped wings...
Will deliver all our needs,
Tax free!
And we are going to be foolish enough...
Not to see through this crap they've got us trapped in! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Interests Have Changed
All of this time,
You knew you had information...
That could have provided me with benefits.
And you never mention this once,
Knowing I would advantage from it.
Why?
'I tried with many attempts.
Remember when you told me,
My interests were not of your concern? '
But why didn't you insist,
I close my mouth and open my ears to listen?
'Remember when you told me,
My interests were not of your concern?
And when I insisted that you listen...
On me your back you turned.
And for weeks,
You refused to say a thing to me?
And the last time I saw you standing on the street,
You told me I aggravated you!
And loudly exclaimed I interferred with your view.'
But I had not known,
Your interests were to my benefit.
'Now you do but guess what? '
What?
'My interests have changed.'
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People Of Impressions
A wish to see him defeated,
Decreases to depletion...
Their hold onto a longevity.
And beliefs of defeating him,
Returns to them...
Values and standards kept.
At the pinnacle of greatness.
Perceived by them as this should be.
But he represents realities they resent.
And realities to them had never been presented.
So they protest his arrogance.
Using medieval tactics and aged laments.
And stubbornly they become incensed.
With wishes to find him incompetent.
But incompetence did not make him president.
And it is clear to all,
Why they disrespect his presence.
As a focus noticed of those around the globe,
Stirs with an interest.
And becomes more aware of this.
As evident of those feelings meant.
'We're not racists! ' They object.
'We just want him to do what is expected.
Like the 'others' we let fantasize at their best.
He is so out of touch with us.
And that makes us quite upset!
Who does this nig... 'person' think he is?
Showing himself to be much more,
Than those images to 'them'...
We have historically given.
To keep them in their place...
For our sake.'
~He was elected because he was the best.
The best to protect any interests you have left.~
'Yeah,
But...
We are a people of impressions and images.
And those images he dares to test.
With embarrassment to us at our expense.
That's why we wish him defeat and not success.'
~That makes very little sense.~
'We are a people of impressions and images.'
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Religiously Humanistic
My writings are often depicted as political.
And I am religiously humanistic.
With observations I deem as realistic.
But then again,
My nationalistic pride...
Is often interpreted as racist.
And being African-American,
I am often entertained...
By the limitations of others.
Especially those who are insistent...
To live pretensiously within them.
When my experience,
Has been primarily culturally mixed.
Afterall...
It would be extremely difficult for me,
To exist in isolation...
As those who constantly remind,
They are the majority in deed that's defined!
In such fragmented and segmented times.
With many but not most,
Elevating to a higher consciousness to boast.
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Cops Not Needed
In a highly evolved society,
cops would not be a necessity.
People have a higher Consciousness,
whole society would be in Oneness.
We would all live in peace as One,
everyone would be like Christ the son.
Values would be taught like honesty,
responsibility and how to express what we feel,
We would all have are needs met and would not have to steal.
No teenage gangs for teenagers are listened to,
they have changed the society and made it a new.
We used creative thinking to think all issues through,
instead of using force, punishment which makes us feel blue.
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Confrontations
Not into confrontations.
Especially with those
With nothing more than hollowness to share!
I'm on a flight to seek a higher consciousness.
To expand a vision...
Clearly not with
Those who enjoy sitting,
And exchanging twisted affairs...
Solicited and dared!
Not into confrontations.
Or molestations of my thoughts!
I want to comprehend,
More of this life I am blessed to be given.
I've lived with conflicts and emotional misfits...
Who sat around nitpicking in backbiting fits.
And that is not the trip for me I wish!
Not into confrontations.
Especially with those
With nothing more than hollowness to share!
I might participate...
But I am not one to attempt to bait,
For an opinion of someone else...
To induce continued ignorance!
Or become intimidated...
By those who chose to defend,
A limitation that is comfortable for them...
To use and abuse,
As if adrift on a ship with losers!
With choices there but few they choose.
Not into confrontations,
Or boring conversations...
That offer nothing to uplift,
The curiousity of my consciousness.
I want to expand,
And not just in limits am I here to exist!
I'd rather be with those who 'see' this,
And 'get it'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Ship Sinks
When a ship sinks...
Those aboard,
Can declare any political affiliation they wish.
They can devide in divisions...
To refer to themselves as liberal or conservatives.
The can even be racist and be in denial about this.
But when a ship sinks...
The fish aren't concerned,
About the name 'given' to it!
They just see it as debris.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fake Makers
There are some of us who have a right to be outrageous!
And completely crazed by lives lived chasing materialistic dreams.
Trying to express a happiness by the acquisition of things...
Brings heartbreak and remorse.
And of course...
A dose of suffering.
Then someone comes along whistling and singing a happy song.
Someone who could have been suppressed but isn't!
Someone who tells the truth and isn't fazed at all by the telling of it.
Someone whose eyes dance and sparkle with sanity.
'SANITY? '
Yep!
And no one has ever seen anyone like him before.
No one ever dreamed or could expect.
'Just words!
And the use of them,
Can eliminate your burdens...
And stop them from riding on your back again!
'Just words' he says.'
Pumping the idea of change into our heads.
Raising minds to a higher consciousness instead.
Beyond racist divisions and those committed to deceit!
Those who kept us with beliefs...
We need to remain,
Living lives self destructing on urban streets!
'Just words', He says. 'Just words! ', He repeats.
And what an economic mistake that has been!
Not to mention the stress on a mindset oppressed...
By the fake makers who say they protect the American Dream.
With 'words' it seems.
While poisoning all the slices of grandma's apple pie.
And exposing fresh schemes to keep everyone optimistic.
And with each piece of decadence served...
There are those first tempted to taste to ease the tease.
Believing this they deserve.
However...
It is recommended one 'sees' it for what it is!
But it is suggested one is better off,
If what is seen is left alone for something genuine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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