Perfected Deception
Bailout?
A prolonged stimulus,
Packaged to delay...
A masked betrayal.
To produce to loan,
From nothing one owns...
Provides a deeper digging done,
To convince more credit will lift everyone...
From a hole!
That will not be closed.
Until the truth is told.
And truth has never been a commodity,
For sale to be sold!
Bailout?
A prolonged stimulus,
Packaged to delay...
A masked betrayal.
With the hopes that time...
Offering less to those who whine,
Will find an acceptance.
As a way of life is slowly erased...
By a perfected deception,
That has come to take its place.
And minds have adapted,
To being entrapped.
With beliefs that a fleecing done...
Will satisfy the bitter taste,
Experienced by those...
Who have had their standards and values,
Come abruptly to a close!
As greed is stopped.
And open gates locked.
With an understanding...
This choice for them was one they chose.
And the ecstasy that teased delusions...
For them has been forever blocked.
'Will you please pass the escargot? '
Find your own snails!
Their all over the beach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regression Is the Term
Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
And that has been the diagnosis!
Accept it or not!
Delusions will still remain the choice,
If one should decide on getting a second opinion!
Or a third.
Or perhaps a fourth!
The truth comes without options.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From You This Is Kept Secret
The dollar bill is worthless.
Why are you the last one,
On Earth to know this?
Why are you protected,
By such obvious lies?
And the truth comes as pain,
And kept from it...
There's nothing left for you to gain.
Is it because your fantasies are enforced?
And your delusions are encouraged...
To delay this course of certain divorce?
Hoping addictions aided and supplied...
Will cushion the fall of every belief you hold,
Although they are going to crumble and soon die!
Everyone who sees this is real and comes...
Wonder why,
This truth stares!
And you are prepared from it to run,
Stunned!
It is over and done.
But from you this is kept secret!
From you this truth is denied!
Why?
Even your racists antics fed,
Will not dry a tear you cry!
Or soften the blows of increased,
But weakened alibis.
And this is being watched,
By those with opened eyes...
Who see you are quick to self destruct,
With standards and values sinking you deeper...
Into a darkened hole that sucks you up!
While you are determined,
To save your exposed and naked butt!
Perhaps one reason you have not been told...
Is to keep your point of view,
Believing you are powerful, valiant and bold!
And if that wasn't done...
There would be no reason,
To feed you fears of enemies...
To overpower with pretense,
With a sense of hollow victories!
And shallow accomplishments won!
'How long is this...
Slow withdrawal going to exist? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But It Is to Your Interests
'We are against him.
He proposes to redistribute the wealth.
And that is not our interests.'
Oh?
But it is to your interests,
To maintain a drain on the economy
With trillions of dollars...
To give to a few,
With hypocritical views...
You campaign to keep.
To rescue with a 'bailout'
In a brainwashing of those who follow,
Standards and values that deplete them of reality!
'He wishes to inflict upon us socialistic values! '
And you...
Wish to keep those in need.
As you continue feeding your greed!
In a democracy that bleeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After the $700 billion bailout, the trillion-dollar stimulus, and the massive budget bill with over 9,000 earmarks, many of you implored Washington to please stop spending money we don't have. But, instead of cutting, we saw an unprecedented explosion of government spending and debt, unlike anything we have seen in the history of our country.
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Style of Delivery
Attacking one's style of delivery,
And refusing to acknowledge the substance implied...
For purposes to keep mentalities sugarized.
Allows an atmosphere to remain cut pasted and safe.
To continue a pledge of devotion,
Increasingly devoid of progress.
And of faith!
While keeping the people fast asleep.
With wishes not to be disturbed...
By a blatant theft of their consciousness,
From them pilfered by deception reeked!
To leave them undeterred.
And...
With minds voluntarily sold that truth produces,
An evilness identified that should not be induced.
But the goal that should be idolized,
Is the gold that should stay fixed...
In their clouded and dulled eyes.
And from them a significance,
Of life lived must be erased.
To adjust as their standards,
And way of life slowly is replaced.
With a drugging of acceptance,
Done!
In their collective distraught faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sedated
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
As if they have been...
Sedated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Packaged and Heaven Sent
When your research is through
Digging with time lost...
To find out at any cost,
How I do what I do
To prove I am 'not' true!
You will reveal you have spent...
Your lifetime trying to invent
A mind like mine...
No one will find
Because what I have
Came packaged and heaven sent.
And that 'fact' is what you resent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truthful Lies
The truth in that
Is that the truth will never be truth.
To them,
It's all lies, because they lie.
The truth is masked,
It bears no light.
It is carried a thousand miles,
Tossed into stones,
Mixed in with pride.
Stamped on postcards.
It is shuffled amongst the lies,
It is marked as spam.
The breaths that carry,
The minds that corrupt it,
They bear no guilt.
The truth is never forgotten.
No matter how fictitious it's made.
Through time it is mended,
Sometimes changed back into the truth itself.
It is rejected.
It is simply the truth they want to see.
A lie is the truth,
Because it is made to be what they need.
poem by Erick Flores
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Bitter Dippers Picked To Fit
Where are we when we ignite,
Those petty tit for tats that creep...
Into our accepting heads at night.
With neither one of us willing to bend,
Mending to begin a healing...
Our prolonged quarrels.
Where are we in our minds,
With a wish to find this time...
To become bitter dippers picked to fit,
In a sick shared nonsense...
That loves to heat slowly,
Until an explosion results from it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Figment of My Imagination
What you believe,
Doesn't bother me at all.
I am not the one walking over my beliefs.
Torn and tattered by self deception.
Pretending it is not debris from fallout...
That has totally collapsed from standards and values.
Or sitting relapsed and stifled,
From attempts to rejuvenate relevance.
Based upon a 'normalcy' that once had been declared.
Yet obviously bankrupt from a corrupted consciousness.
But then...
Should I keep those thoughts also to myself?
Or is this too...
A figment of my imagination?
Stored within the embittered heart...
Of one who has lived a life disadvantaged.
You tell me.
Since I am the one,
You say...
Has vanishing ideals.
That may be 'your' opinion.
However...
Which one of us is deluded,
Will not be a cause of debate.
Not when the truth of observation,
Is at stake.
What you believe,
Doesn't bother me at all.
Have it your way.
I don't have the credentials to convince.
Or am I here to try to open anyone's eyes.
And of that...
I am grateful to feel.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Betrayal
(wang chung / peter wolf)
We met as friends of friends while still at school
I was all you ever really knew
When we met it was like a dream
For all I knew we could not fail
But now I know of your betrayal
Living in the older part of town
I worked all hours I could to bring us round
Your career was alive for you
But deep inside I watched it fail
And now I know of your betrayal
Your betrayal
If only I could hold you close
But now I know how love grows frail
When I asked if youd leave me
Or bout the boyfriends youd had
You said youd stay with me always
And that youd never be bad
But I would notice a smile
That you would hold within
As if your vanity flirted
With your knowledge of sin
Now youre quiet and cold
Your eyes just stare into space
And if I ask you to talk
You just dissemble your face
And the smile that I hated
Is now a frown of denial
And thats how I know of your unspoken betrayal
Oh, thats how I know of your unspoken betrayal
Now I wish that Id set you free
But I was terrified that I would fail
And now I know of your betrayal
Your betrayal
If only I could hold you close
But now I know how love grows frail
Oh now I know of your betrayal
Now I know of your betrayal
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Betrayal Is Betrayal
To say one cares for another,
To conveniently use to make excuses...
With a hiding behind to abuse one's trust,
Will eventually find its way out in the open.
And there are just too many people like that,
To have one believe that their approach...
To throwing someone 'cared for' under the bus,
Has a different touch.
Betrayal is betrayal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digging In The Dirt
Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time its getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Cant go on like this too long
{chorus:}
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
Dont talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Dont say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Dont turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, thats the place it goes
[chorus]
Im digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt
[x7]
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Those Who Habitually Lie
Those who habitually lie,
Will try their best to decieve others...
With performances to convince,
That the ones unafraid to speak the truth...
Pursue the doing of it,
To purposely mistreat them.
By a direct use of honesty.
As if someone intentionally slit their wrists to bleed.
Those who habitually lie...
Seem to have a compulsive need,
To disguise a hiding of their acceptance of truth.
And character assassinate the ones they please.
Much disrespect is done to the ones,
Habitual liars attempt to project their pretentions on.
With facades of sobs and a childish innocence,
To depict themselves as having only sincerity meant.
That is quick to surface to argue against,
Anyone who dares to put a dent...
In a carefully charaded integerity,
Masked by a defense when offended.
Those who habitually lie...
Seem to have a compulsive need,
To disguise a hiding of their acceptance of truth.
And character assassinate the ones they choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teleprompted Speeches
Teleprompted speeches
Prepared to deliver daily hype,
From those caught up in worshipping
The onslaught of their own dysfunctions!
And explanations are crafted.
Repeating disbelief,
In an accepted way as to not project
Total ignorance of the subject!
And lack of interest!
Direct eye contact is preferred.
There is something about it that can be trusted!
However...
So many are skilled at deception these days.
Watching one's brow furrowed...
Shows more frustration than truth is inside that head!
This hype keeps them up at night,
Hoping an obvious loss of credibility...
Will magically appear through presence and stature.
And all of this preparation is an act to deceive.
That's why they can not find peace in sleep!
The comfort of keeping their delusions scrolled.
Line after line defining times of crimes and corruption.
Hoping such methods will ease the shock that comes...
To those already numbed by marathoned appearances,
Of crooks protecting themselves!
And imaging leadership qualifications in expensive suits!
Duping hoodwinkers have one pursuit in their minds.
And that's to have you find them,
Worthy to represent...
Myths and beliefs that do not exist.
However,
The delusion to keep them as a process
Of a quality of life sustained in total fantasy...
And founded on criminal values,
Will maintain a christian charade.
And if these hypocrisies are attack...
At least the one who is elected,
Has to convince he or she has the experience
To lie brilliantly under pressure!
But the one not prompted to be perceived as packaged...
Should be selected.
However,
His competence and fantasticness overwhelms.
And they are not accustomed to that at all.
In fact that kind of commitment frightens them.
Nothing had they seen like this before.
Someone they can believe in comes.
And they are suspicious.
The others ready to perform their tricks...
Will lie in a minute.
Claiming what is seen on videotaped playbacks,
Has been misunderstood!
And this is what the people misrepresented,
Have been saying all along.
They have been misunderstood!
Teleprompted speeches will never reflect sorrows,
Or the patience they have had to endure...
Observing the costs of these self serving acts!
Written by folks so completely out of touch.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far...
It doesn't pay to practice.
There will still be malfunctions.
And no time to memorize which lies to tell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The claim made by Team Obama that every dollar in stimulus translates into a dollar-and-a-half in growth is economic fiction. The costs of stimulus reduce future growth. No country has ever spent itself to prosperity. The price of stimulus has to be paid sometime.
Betrayal of Humanity
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
It is as if they plot against,
Those who express empathy.
And come to another's defense.
This they suspect as a leakage of weakness.
And they perceive a caring done,
From someone willing to expose...
Their heartfelt feelings.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
Wizards of deception are trained.
And will do their best to protect delusions.
While attacks upon them,
Will be viciously claimed.
And a campaign begins to ensure they defame.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
These pests are all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Squeaking Heard Is Much Too Real
A rat shocked by light and caught in darkness...
Becomes frightened,
When an accustomed hole has been closed...
Or blocked from view.
It makes attempts to convince it is not a rat.
Even though all who sees it...
Can identify what it is.
But the rat will do anything,
To not be seen for what it is whether masked...
Or undercover.
Being a rat shocked by light and caught in darkness...
Makes it difficult to calm tensions,
When sneaking a snack in the kitchen creates such a scene.
And the squeaking heard is much too real!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Startling Is The Sharpness Of Its Shocking Knock
Sugar-coating realities,
Has left mentalities...
Desperately searching,
For alternatives to provide...
A familiar taste upon which to feed.
And the high cost in maintaining delusions,
Is getting closer everyday to losing an effectiveness.
A delivery of unwrapped packaged facts comes,
On those doorsteps unfamiliar with truth.
And startling is the sharpness of its shocking knock.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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