On Public Display and In Constant View
They would love to keep defended,
Secret wishes...
To hide acts of blatant racistness!
With proclamations that none exists.
But it does!
And is present in everything they do.
From their creation of a homelessness that is seen.
To depictions of what beauty is...
From a media they control,
To inflict images on TV screens.
To the decadence pursued on public display,
And in constant view everyday!
With a use of these delusions...
To instill their rights of usurping foreign lands.
With a pretense a delivery is done,
Innocent with diplomatic intentions.
And based upon democratic appetites...
Hungered by everyone.
Which upon their own home turf...
Doesn't seem to be working.
No matter how close those ethnic ties.
Or the juicy sweetness dripping...
From those addicted to the spreading of deceit.
Or the ducumenting of new and fed lies!
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That Mask One Wears
It doesn't matter what name is claimed,
Or fame gained by what is done one does.
It doesn't matter what heights sought and reached,
Or lessons taught by the best of teachers...
To seek those dreams upon us to be bestowed.
As each one of us may 'say' we keep pursued,
With a masquerading of recited prayer done to do.
Like one going through motions without insight.
If nothing is there to be felt from the start,
It will show no matter how blemishes are glamorized.
It doesn't matter what religious affiliation maintained.
Or faith said to have that really isn't there sustained.
One thing is for certain lessons learned must be kept.
If a demon is allowed to become attached to one's back...
It doesn't matter who one becomes or where one is at.
Getting rid of that demon takes much more than pretense.
Or charading beliefs one keeps to convince in public acts.
Getting rid of any demon is difficult to detach.
And that mask one wears to cover one's heart to deceive facts,
Does not prevent a demon from its ride.
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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Assange Has Courageously Exposed...?
Will South American governments defend freedom of speech?
Or will a man be Obama witch hunted for exposing diplomatic
deceit; political foreign invasion; occupation conspiracy lies?
Assange has courageously exposed an orchestrated litany of lies?
To delet the diplomatic status of an embassy; to arbitrarily
revoke the immunity of embassies would be a crime worthy;
of Nazi Germany Iran North Korea but no threat to withdraw;
diplomatic status is an insane UK 'hostile and intolerable act'?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Finally A Few Auspicious Signs
sad saga of modern use technology
reads as history of party exploitation
by dictators especially during purges
technology used to spy buy suppress
exploit with state manipulated mass
media information fed machine regime
dictators seized state reins rode rough
straight over chained political victims
suddenly a few signs of hope on horizons
global as wikiLeaks champions citizens
rights to know to access key information
in an age where information is power
starved public are finally empowered
able to read past disinformation deceit
thousands of WikiLeaks released documents
diplomatic cables from US embassy in Cairo
prove truth can seed democracy desires instill
courage in ravished suppressed hearts inflame
civilians born under sinister rule of secret police
'Amned Daula' and 'Moochabarat' cry freedom
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Those' Images Made
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made.
People love to treasure those images made.
The ones flowered to sugar without a bitter taste.
Those images glammed up to spotlight,
On a public stage.
But behind the scenes indignities can be mean.
Yet...
People love to treasure those images made.
And their minds are affixed to them to defend...
Every blemish that is openly seen.
Since people who love their images made...
Have not been conditioned on reality to feast.
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made,
With an excusing of detrimental flaws and pain shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Oldest Profession
Dress in sequence, wearing shoes of pretense
The Oldest Profession glides into view
With devoted help from the media
It invades our minds with all kinds of lies under the guise of protection
It is my personal election
The Oldest Profession does not care how things are done
As long as it is number one
It’s not prejudice against anyone
Many times it’s disguised as fun
It travels from coast to coast
And has the audacity to boast about it’s conquest
Dressed in sequence wearing shoes of pretense
The Oldest Profession glides into view
Now it’s horrendous acts aren’t always behind closed doors
Our children are taught about them in folklores
We glorify the horrors as we sit n our parlors and sip tea
From our childhood and up
We’ve accepted this cup of deceit and we repeat it to our
Love ones
Now the name has been changed to protect the game
But we the people are hip what’s going on
We know this profession does not belong in existence
This profession has destroyed life
Promoted chaos and strife
One thing it has never had and never will have, silence
The Oldest Profession in the world is not prostitution
It is Violence
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Juicy Lucy
Every time I call her name shes right there by my side
Every time that I think its a change
Theres no place left to hide
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Every time I blow my love
Shes knockin on my back door
Every time that I tear her clothes
She pulls me down some more
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Scary woman put me under, under her spell
Never tell, if I risk it I ____ her
There still standin, try to get my hand in
But she gets away________one stride
Every day she comes around
Lookin good and tryin to catch my eye
Aint no way to tell her no
I guess I never even thought to try
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Every time I tie her down she wants to let me go
Every time I start to slide
Shes tellin me Im way to slow
This must be for real
This must be for real
This must be for real
It cant be a dream
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy lucy
Juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy
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What Demons Do
I've heard it said,
When visiting on foreign shores...
Or making moves on territory,
Not as foreign.
To do what those natives do.
Well...
For some reason,
Demons are always identified...
By a confusion they undertake.
No matter where they are...
Their movements can be traced.
And I 'aint' about to make no demon happy...
No matter where the place.
Or the faces of faked intentions...
I may or may not recognize.
Whether or not from behind smiles they make.
What demons do,
Comes to me as no surprise.
Especially if deceit,
Is awarded to those...
Who praise with pride those tellers of lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ever Changing Profile
No matter who interprets reality,
With highlighted dots...
Or colored crayons used,
To achieve an understanding.
We are a product of our isolated environments.
Be they an ethnic mix.
Or separated by choice of racist comforts...
Paraded through streets,
To honor one's heritage.
When we are given reason to celebrate...
During one of those monthly ethnic weeks.
And that ignorance that divides us all...
Is the same ignorance we defend,
When our delusions of who we are,
And those standards we value...
Are offended.
Depending on how those insults are delivered.
And by whom.
And whatever those ties we keep,
Belonging to ancestors romanticized,
Who had little or nothing to do...
With the polluting of today's atmosphere,
Is kept glamorized.
We are fine with keeping them as our heroes.
And hopefully we pray with faith,
They are not looking down upon us...
With eyes spying.
Observing us lose our tempers,
With tremendous rudeness...
As we together stand in unity,
In a crowded fast food restaurant,
Hoping what has been ordered...
Doesn't take too much longer,
Before we get to eat it.
Without a single thought,
Of being threatened by terrorists...
To cross our minds.
Until we all are reminded by the media...
Our treasured lifestyle is so envied,
We must be alerted to take pre-caution.
And this we do...
As we wonder while munching,
And sipping on diet soft drinks...
Which one of us fits,
The ever changing profile...
Of a lunatic!
'Why are you carrying that huge book around? '
~This is my collection of the different looks of terrorists.
Everyday I need to updat it,
To keep abreast of who will be depicted as one next.~
'They have the best 'fries' here.'
~I agree.~
'Do you have a recent picture of Bin Laden? '
~No, not yet.
I am waiting for his next video release.~
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Fake and Hollow Platitudes
All of their lives,
They have been addicted to lies.
The truth is despised.
Along with those who tell it.
But even their fantasies...
Once leased,
With credit extended.
Have many attending church these days,
Praying to God...
To keep their sweetened delusions alive.
But still they try to persuade God...
They are of true faith.
As if God is flattered,
By fake and hollow platitudes.
As if God is there to be abused...
By a show of their empty praises.
As if God is a creation...
Of their Wall Street wishes,
And its fluctuations.
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Give Him Credit For Something
He wants to damage our way of life...
And the economy!
He wants to frighten us with scare tactics.
With a bombardment of truths.
And we aren't accustomed to it!
He wants to inflict us with decisions,
Unlike any made before.
He wants to remove deceit and lies.
And expose us to reality.
To leave that at our front doors.
He dares to reveal an incompetent government.
He dares to be a leader...
Choosing to use common sense.
'Don't be so hard on him!
He has yet to say anything...
About taking away your delusions.
Those he wishes you to keep.
They have been excluded.
Give him credit for something! '
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If the Kids Don't Buy Into It
An effort is being made,
To clean up the foul language.
To show and display respect.
Express our appreciation...
For diversity.
With lessened racistness.
An effort is being made,
To be more accountable.
Show more responsibility.
Give more meaning to integrity...
Honesty and the wholesomeness of truth.
And produce more capable and competent citizens!
'And how is this going to be done?
We have a limited budget.
These images are going to cost a fortune.
The special effects alone will take months to create.
And where are we going to find the actors to pull this off?
There is no guarantee the viewing audience is going to accept this!
I say we stay with the decadence.
At least we know that sells!
Why didn't you just tell them the truth?
We operate one of the most prestigiously corrupt outfits,
In the industry.
We will lose our foreign investors!
Do you want to ruin our reputation,
By releasing such clean filth as that?
And if the kids don't buy into it...
We sink.
Period.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Is Not Some Mindless Creation
On these battlefields they leave no triumphs.
They leave no scars or wounds to pride!
Heartaches are collected,
Within memories devastated.
To understate this need to destruct...
Reveals a thirst,
For blood and guts!
By those mentally and morally corrupt!
Those who blindlessly march into war...
Will regret what they've done on innocent shores.
They will regret their ambitions,
To disguise their intentions!
No peace will come to rest on their consciousness.
No forgiveness comes to sit.
For those who willfully inflict this brand of evilness!
No one's way of life is rewarded,
By creating strife for another's life of blight!
It is just not the way,
God wishes His children to play in these days!
And The Almighty has already begun,
To show those He alone rules in His Kingdom!
He will insist this is ultimately understood!
And not dismissed by a display of hollow rituals.
Some believe they have this right and should!
Oh no!
God is not some mindless creation...
Depicted by those in Hollywood!
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Life Lies And Deceit
Eyes of the innocent
Lies of the guilty
float around like loose atoms
Ready to collide
Ready to explode in my mind
False confessions
To tie in with lies,
lies of the witnesses
So they don't have to hide
Will they ever come forward
and say it was all a lie
Or will they
Let the innocent people die
In their life lies and deceit
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Explicitly Guilty
When is a bad judgement...
Not a bad judgement made?
When that decision affects,
Someone of another color?
When that person becomes justified...
To do what one wishes.
But not what one should do,
As correctly applied.
So much of this hypocrisy,
Is blatant nonsense that exists.
And that is the reason,
There are expressions of dissatisfactions.
Disrespect of values.
And a rise in disturbing conflicts.
And those who inflict their self righteousness...
Are explicitly guilty for causing all of this!
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Bringing democratic control to the conduct of foreign policy requires a struggle merely to force the issue onto the public agenda.
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Truth Itself, Longs For Thine Eyes
When the constant drumming of your deceit dies,
To expose to the world entire, your vicious lies,
Thou shalt be left with a self, e'en thou shalt despise;
The unmitigated gall of the story you did present-
A tale still wanton for the fiend you tried to invent-
Obviates thee as the one to blame, and me, as innocent;
'What a tangled web we do thus weave,
Whence we make it our practice, to deceive';
A web more tangled, one may not conceive!
Perhaps, when next your thought is of deceit,
In its stead, you may allow yourself and verity, to meet-
Though others would need recognize it, at thine feet!
Thou hath lived so long, loyal to thine lies,
That truth itself, longs for thine eyes!
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It Doesn't Matter
You look at me with eye's so cold
and a heart made of stone
drowning me in tears
of a love that never was to be
knowing it doesn't matter anymore
because you never loved me anyway
after all of these years
All the nights I spent alone
waiting there for you just to come home
listening for the words you would never say
while I watch everything around us decay
still you just turned and walked away
and left me here with nothing to hold
but it doesn't matter like before
because you never loved me that way
the way I wanted to see
Letting it all go you chose to hide
behind your mask of lies
that you only told
as you closed the door
without any good-bye's
trying to take away my pride
but it doesn't matter no more
I seen through your disquise
and now I realize
I don't love you enough to stay
Spiritwind-2011
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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.
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Obama Witch Hunted For Exposing Diplomatic Deceit?
generation slaves are afraid to win freedom
afraid to flex mind muscles face hard truths
cow tow to masters wear ownership brands
afraid to think to know own rulership truths
what Robin Hood hero must brave arise in new age
oppose illuminati enslavement liberty stolen orders
who dares publish US secret diplomatic spy cables
WikiLeaks website will tear spin strip bare web lies
only one prime question remains on international soap
opera stage will British peons sacrilege destroy sanctity
of global embassies' diplomatic status in spite revenge
because Assange was bold leaking government secrets?
who fool script wrote UK using terrorist tactics to storm
an embassy in style remix Iranian railroaded false charges
past model CIA hit South American too quickly forgotten?
spy umbrella stabbing public fatal poison lacks warnings?
ah US hotel honey pot plot worked well shamed IMF man?
hooker maid was good ploy until exposed past in kangaroo court?
countries supposedly civilized democratic pillars of freedom
dropp the ball in big picture persecute prime intelligence threat?
use all tax payer powers of a powerful state against an unarmed
Australian courageous individual is not a script to be proud of?
Britain studies PLO raid plans to storm Ecuadorean embassy?
To support US political motivated Swedish trumped up charges?
Will South American governments defend freedom of speech?
Or will a man be Obama witch hunted for exposing diplomatic
deceit; political foreign invasion; occupation conspiracy lies?
Assange has courageously exposed an orchestrated litany of lies?
To delet the diplomatic status of an embassy; to arbitrarily
revoke the immunity of embassies would be a crime worthy;
of Nazi Germany Iran North Korea but no threat to withdraw;
diplomatic status is an insane UK 'hostile and intolerable act'?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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