Often Finding Excuses
There is one thing that accusations tossed,
Always seem to prove.
Those that are often finding excuses to use them,
Do it to protect their insecurities...
From exposing a lack of self esteem.
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Accusations
Accusations,
Pour from the mouths...
Of those soured,
By others who do not accept
Excuses.
Insecurities exposed yet nurtured,
Are more damaging if gone ignored!
Than to believe they become the responsibility...
Of the ones victimized by them.
As if shared property...
To protect and keep covered.
As if precious gems.
And if this does not happen,
Accusations begin.
Relationships are ruined.
Allowing rumors to flourish...
With a process that should not have started.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never To Be Experienced
Those afraid to admit their wrongs...
To protect deepening mental insecurities,
Have done to themselves much injustice.
And it is with frustrations...
Accusations with excuses kept,
That a potential for a higher consciousness...
For them is never to be experienced.
But self induced confusion,
Continues to flourish with the feeding of an ego.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deficiencies They Keep To Protect
Too often she has chosen to lie,
At the expense of others.
As she defended with protection,
Her insecurities she needs to correct.
But they have not been set,
As her priorities.
Just yet.
Too often he makes excuses,
For not making advances.
Towards that which will enhance his life.
And nothing suggested,
Will be okay or considered as right.
To him it is the environment he lives in,
That feeds his appetite all day and night.
They both have the same thing in common.
They both believe they should be bestowed,
Gift wrapped packages.
With their names on them in bold solid gold.
They both have the same thing in common.
They are both getting old.
With preferences they wish respected.
And a keeping of fears,
They can not see defects their steps.
Deficiencies they keep to protect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't There
Making a decision to use alibis,
Instead of confronting with honesty...
Diminishes one's integrity.
And to use excuses to protect insecurities,
Speaks volumes about the presence of a maturity!
It isn't there to appreciate truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivated to Accomplish
Don't tolerate anyone...
That uses your integrity,
To mask their own insecurities.
Some folks like these are slow to produce.
And quick to whine.
Preferring to spend their time dining,
In an exchange of hot gossip.
Those who are motivated to accomplish...
Their dreams and wishes,
Are often doing that alone.
Regardless if their deeds are not condoned.
They must create the show and tell of their virtues.
As if to prove what is done is legit.
And setting aside comments to get that done!
To enjoy the life for them that exists...
Without excuses.
Some choose to sit and schedule appointments,
Either to forget or dismiss.
Finding it easier to pick on someone,
Who conducts business first.
And having a thirst to feed their aspirations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Obvious As Trash Cluttered Streets
Insecure people never seem to know,
What it is they want.
Where it is they wish to go.
Or sticking to a thought that is claimed,
To have for them a meaning meant!
And the frightening thing about this is,
People like that somehow influence others...
Through exaggeration,
That the decisions they make are the best choices.
And nothing has been proven by those who follow them...
That this is true.
Or that a benefit from this for them has been obtained
In fact,
The evidence of insecurity and the lack of discipline...
Is not hidden.
This is as obvious as trash cluttered streets.
Leaders elected because they are liked,
But lack competence.
And people seen who are threatened by dignity.
Supported those who protect them by making excuses,
For their actions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best to Be Cautious
Some folks believe they benefit,
By protecting their insecurities.
As if they are hidden.
And others can not see.
Or know those insecurities,
Have a life of their own.
And have been given the 'authority'
To express themselves!
And publicly breathe.
But when those insecurities,
Begin to plop on another's integrity...
There is no sense to defend them.
Feelings once spared,
Are no longer given a chance.
And egos become wounded.
And those romanced exaggerations,
About life...
Become stung,
By someone who intends to deliver...
A bitter nasty tongue done.
And there is no regret.
It is best to be cautious,
In these situations.
Especially when accusations,
Begin to sprout wings and fly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insecure And With Self Esteem Issues
Why is it...
Those insecure and with self esteem issues,
Are apparently also the ones most boisterous?
Rowdy, loud and lack social etiquette.
And always opinionated of those self assured.
Especially those who have defined their identities.
Only to say they are not being who they should be.
While those insecure with self esteem issues,
Always seem to be seeking attention...
As if to prove that being obnoxious,
Is their interpretation of being down to Earth.
And always at someone else's expense to demean.
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With A Minimal Of Effort To Convince
Isn't it easier to accuse another,
With the finding of excuses done...
For that which we do to initiate,
Than it is to step forward...
Without the presence of a safety net.
Or running behind those we 'contaminate'...
Who are willing to defend us and protect.
Isn't it easier to accuse anyone for that matter,
With a making up of excuses done on a daily basis...
For what it is we do that we implement consciously,
As long as we know...
We can fool anyone to buy anything,
From us we bring to them to sell...
With a minimal of effort to convince we are innocent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Of Yours Have Been Occupants
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Finding fault with accusations.
To free yourself from grief,
To experience bliss.
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
You did not just reappear,
Out of thin air.
You made your decisions.
And in your head,
Thoughts of yours...
Have been occupants there!
If...
The finding of fault with accusations,
Will free you from feeling grief...
To experience bliss?
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
And that would be the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Know this!
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Polished To Present
To prove you have been 'there',
And by others taken for granted...
While they have laid bathing in claims,
That what you have done...
Has been to the benefit of no one.
Stop your being 'there'.
And do not hesitate in the doing of it.
Just stop all that you have contributed.
With a doing shown that has been done.
To allow those you know committed to lip,
And an abundance of procrastinating nonsense...
An experience of your absence.
With a round of new excuses,
Guaranteed from them to be made...
As to 'why' they lack to prove in the showing,
Their attributes submitted...
Whether in the planning stages,
Or polished to present to amaze those who critique.
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Saddened By The Lack Of It
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.
Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Most Folks Stuck Floating On Stubborn Ego Trips
Someone has filled your head,
With their beliefs you accepted as reality.
This gave you a comfort you did not research.
And whatever it was that had been implanted,
You've been clinging onto it since your birth.
Evidence has proven your point of view to be deluded.
But you insist to enlist explanation to include with excuses.
A self examination would have corrected what has been done.
But you laugh this off as if to distance from the seriousness.
You've befriended insecurities and immaturity too.
And nurturing both has not been to your benefit.
Nor accusations made about others being cruel to you.
No!
A truth pursued has never been your priority.
And to know it now would only leave you deeper in conflict.
You're sick!
And the unfortunateness of this...
You seem to hang onto it as if it validates your existence.
Like most folks stuck floating on stubborn ego trips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned to Feed
Isn't it easy to defame and shame another?
And in public profess to an innocence addressed.
Many are conditioned to feed on deception.
To protect themselves and insecurities.
While finger pointing and finding fault.
But not admitting to their own frustrations...
And/or to their own evil misdeeds.
People like this seek pity and empathy.
As they disable emotions of those too blind to see...
They are demons in sheep clothing...
Pretending to be in sympathetic need!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Festival of Liars Grows
Everywhere in the atmosphere,
The gossip flies as innuendos are told.
And the festival of liars every year gets more bold.
The children are disrespectful.
Their parents more defensive.
They would rather make prison and jail visits...
Than confront the fact,
Not only their kids lack discipline.
Excuse making storytellers,
With no pride that can be seen.
Quick to demean the qualities others express.
While trying to impress with their lack of consciousness.
There is a pitifulness accepted.
With excuses made to protect.
But this festival of liars grows.
And expected like a welcome mat...
When fresh arrivals experience it at everyone's doorstep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Claims Of Hurting From Deep Sorrow
Once one grows tired of pretenders,
And the routine of excuses they use...
To distract their lack of competence,
And total disregard for doing anything correctly.
It becomes difficult to take anything they do,
Seriously.
On any level that will prove,
They've done something without using someone else.
Even their claims of hurting from deep sorrow,
Attempts one to ask...
If they have any evidence of it!
With a wish to see it produced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protect Me From What I Want
Its that desease of the age
Its that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Maybe were victims of fate
Remember when wed celebrate
Wed drink and get high until late
And now were all alone
Wedding bells aint gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now were all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
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The Application Of Much Elbow Grease
If I believed everything in life,
Should come to me quick and easy...
I would not have made any attempts,
To accomplish anything.
I'd be more like you...
Complaining and maintaining,
An ability to make new and fresh excuses.
Refusing to listen.
Or accept and move on,
From mistakes I've made.
I'd be like you...
Pretending the only thing I needed,
To boost my self esteem from a routine...
Was a bit of luck.
And a patted stroke on my back,
From someone who offered a shoulder to cry on.
And while you are here...
Let me make this comment absolutely clear.
I will never make it a habit,
To run from one listening ear to another.
Wasting my time or that of others...
Whining about time I don't have,
As I defend every one of my insecurities.
I've witnessed too many seasons,
Hearing how some folks abruptly leave.
To produce nothing but a list of 'what ifs'.
Perceiving they could wish procrastination away.
I've witnwessed too many seasons,
In bloom...
Acknowledging my dreams needed more from me,
Than wishful thinking without sacrifice, dedication...
And the application of much elbow grease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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quaerite primum regnum Dei
lots of failures, huh?
that is not the way you like it
but it happens
because you lack one thing man
you have been searching
for your
self and there is no self
to begin with
self-esteem at the end
destroys
the presence of the
almighty
try again
but this time seek first
the hidden kingdom
of God
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