Please Consider Becoming Our Leader
Defiant.
Nonconformist.
Rebellious.
Mili tant.
Nationalistic.
Irreverent.
Blasphe mous.
Dysfunctional.
And psychotic.
With deviant ambitions!
Plus you have the right touch of bigotry,
Bordering on racism.
'Hey...
Why don't you run for office.
These things we already know about you.
And...
You are the only one left,
Who can best represent us!
We know you can be trusted.
Because you lay it all out.
There is nothing you are trying to hide.
Plus you tell it like it is!
And we've grown tired of trying to achieve beliefs...
That are not who we are!
Although...
Some of us wish to maintain our pretensions.
Please consider becoming our leader.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyone Else Seems to Be Drugged
Militant, nationalistic...
And nonconformist!
Gee...
I remember in my youth,
Folks like this were called misfits.
Now they are regarded as patriotic.
Since they are the only ones today,
Expressing a passion for their beliefs.
And proud to say they will defend them.
Everyone else seems to be drugged,
On some addictive prescription needed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Abandoned Are Those Standards Claimed Valued
I remember when contradictions to ideals mentioned,
Were quickly dismissed.
And covered up to immediately hush.
With an ostracizing of those of tarted tongues.
Unafraid to expose what was seen unjustly done.
Long before profits became hot topics.
Well,
It seems today...
Everyone is deviant,
In some kind of inappropriate sexual way.
And in the darkest of closed closets.
With a molesting of minds to confine their deceits.
And to say these dysfunctional disturbing acts,
Have been going on for years behind those backs...
Quick to impose their self righteous 'philosophies' on others.
Denying those decadent touches practiced in private.
And abandoned are those standards claimed valued,
With a devoted faith shown publicly but not to be trusted as stated.
However...
Pure and pristine images are kept dignified to maintain,
With a censoring done to keep those 'ideals' left unblemished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disgust With Rust Ignored
Removing tarnish from symbolic images,
Takes an effort motivated by discipline.
And beliefs a quality within them exists.
To demand this be done,
Without benefit to everyone.
Heightens disgust with rust ignored.
And invites a crushing done...
By those who no longer adore,
Being treated as if...
Their efforts can be dismissed.
And the gleam on symbolic images...
Can show they have a glow all their own.
When the proof of that has not been shown,
To those who once had pride...
Believing their ambitions and lives,
Had meaning more than the gleaming of things!
And those valued 'things'
Come crumbling down to the ground.
With no one around expressing concern.
Except those left with unimpressive pretensions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bigotry Creates Brutal False Illusions
take ego out of cruelty loathed racism
strip supremacy from intolerant racism
beware whirlpool of self projections
bigotry creates brutal false illusions
prevents us from seeing reflections
vicious ruthless malice dread racism
is an atrocity eyesore virtue detests
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Crazed With A Self Centeredness
When a leader of intelligence,
That clearly should get respect...
But doesn't by those who have chosen,
To express their ignorance.
This reflects on what they represent.
With nothing left that can be said,
About beliefs that are kept...
In the minds of those,
Crazed with a self centeredness.
'Not only are your actions disrespectful,
But you also have been fed a belief...
You can do and say as you please.
With a representing of those like yourself,
Providing a validation as to why the world,
Is in such a mess.'
~I thought you were finished with your statement.~
'No!
You wanted to give your ignorance an attention.
And without mentioning how well you represent it,
You should be proud of it being televised.
Congratulations.
Now...
If you have finished interrupting me,
I will proceed with the continuing of my speech.
And may I add...
Thank you for providing your unsolicited endorsement.
You have relieved me from announcing your stupidity.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something I've Accepted
Why have you continued and permitted,
Those negative comments said about you...
With such a tolerance?
Why not refute them as you should do.
Or at least argue against their existence.
'Remember when you discovered,
My ambitions were realistic?
And I pretended to be the fool,
You insisted me to be?
And with no resistance? '
But...
I really didn't know that other side of you.
'Which one?
The fool, the realistic or the sadomasochistic? '
What are you saying?
You derive pleasure from that?
'After years of endearing my character being attacked,
It has become something I've accepted.
Without anyone knowing that! '
Wouldn't you be more respected,
If facts about you were to others made known?
'Perhaps.
But the enjoyment I get,
Is in the laughing I give back.
Especially when the facts of my life,
Are exposed and to others shown.'
That's sick.
'From who's perspective?
Now you're trying to qualify,
The degree in which I achieve my pleasure.'
There is something 'dysfunctional' about you.
'Something?
Are you kidding?
'Everything' is dysfunctional about me.
Have you heard me complaining about it? '
No.
No...
I haven't.
'Then continue to consider me a fool.
I love it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tribute to My Husband
As a woman we should take a part
In our family, in our office
But before that, we should learn many things
There is no school to become a good mom or wife
But we learn through our experience
The important thing is
we give a time for our husband
to become a leader
Trust him, he need to be trusted
I give much time for my husband
To consider, to think
So, i can give him back his pride
Then, people can see that he is the real hero
He is a Superman for my son
He is the leader who will save our family
Not me...
I just become someone who support him
While no one there to hold his hands
When he feels his sickness
Some Would Rather Run and Hide
For eight years,
One man was allowed...
To strip them bare of their principles.
Leaving them naked of values.
And barren of their quality of life.
Now they are fearful,
That a new leader...
Will not understand their standards.
Is not aware of their needs.
And he is the only one mentally stable.
Capable to restore order.
And chose this responsibility,
To clean up the injustices...
Inflicted upon them.
And yet...
They distrust him,
Because he dares to be honest...
Direct and disciplined.
And they are afraid...
He may solicit from them sanity!
He presents a differentness.
And this is not their custom.
Some would rather run and hide...
Than confront reality.
And he scares them with his seriousness,
To have them sacrifice their fantasies.
Even though crooks they have trusted...
Have left them bone dry of treasured beliefs,
And their ideals!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Racism and the Culture Of Racism
We must be aware…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It’s a slur and a swear….,
The Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can’t turn your back….,
On the Culture Of Racism….,
Or you’ll feel the whack…,
Of the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
It’s hard to believe….
The Culture Of Racism….,
That’s why we all grieve….,
The Culture Of Racism…! ! !
We must face the facts….,
On the Culture Of Racism ….! ! !
Cause we’ve seen the attacks…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It follows us all…,
The Culture Of Racism….,
But we must stand tall….,
Against the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can we control or stop it….,
As long as it’s been livin’….? ? ?
That’s the priceless question….,
On the Culture Of Racism…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Innovative Steps
There is no way to protect,
One's original creations...
From acts of theft.
And yet those who achieve,
Remarkable success...
In the plagiarizing of another's best,
Eventually find themselves...
Less motivated when it becomes detected,
They have abilities to follow.
And not from themselves,
Take innovative steps.
And...
A thought to express with originality,
They have yet to experience...
A delivery like that without assistance.
Right now they search,
Through other authors' works...
To re-arrange concepts,
They did not first achieve.
Although they wish others to believe...
They have been blessed to be creators.
Masking the fact...
They only have ambitions to thieve.
For them this is creating with ease.
With a hope for acceptance and notoriety.
'Who do you refer to? '
Those stimulated by imitation.
With beliefs they flatter,
By the stealing of concepts...
To achieve centerstage status.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Racists Can't Hide
The only ones denying,
Racism exists...
Are those with free passes to DisneyWorld,
And twisted with beliefs
They and their ancestors are descendents,
Of Jesus.
One has to be blind not to see,
What the bigotry of indifference has done.
No country full of whites,
Suffer as much as those of colored ones!
As resources continue to be pilfered,
From lands invaded...
Those who take advantage,
Lay on beaches baking to get 'colorized'
Unshaded!
Trying to get bronze,
And as dark as those despised...
Tossing about histories from a birth,
To give reason to rule and dominate
A familiarized disguise!
Demonic in maneuvers...
With faith in hatred on their side.
Slowly dieing from within,
These racists can't hide!
From sin to sin,
To exploit!
And back again with attempts to win,
With their sinning ways once more...
Again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have No Similar Interests
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
You had fast backing from a society.
Many professed as normal.
The one that sets standards...
With values to achieve.
You also had 'close' friends,
You spent time with.
I lived in my own 'world'.
And your laughter persisted.
Until it recently has drifted,
Away.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that attack now you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
Why am I now,
Getting your unanswered calls?
We have no similar interests.
None that bestows a wish,
To speak to you.
And all that I have gone through...
I just let my telephone ring.
Often to go unnoticed.
Any hellos I wish to here...
Are personal and exchanged,
When I am near...
From ear to ear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speaking Now Out Loud But Then Unspoken
Too many living in unrested desperation.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
Too many living in arrested situations.
And many who have lived it have grown tired,
And they grieve.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And no one wants to keep their own delusions detached.
Many want to share how they are busted and broken.
And some just want treatment like 'elites'.
Speaking now out loud but then unspoken.
Too many living in unrested desperation.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
Too many living in arrested situations.
And many who have lived it have grown tired,
And they grieve.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
Many have grown tired and they grieve.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And some just wish to live as if stiff upper lip 'elites'.
Speaking now out loud but then unspoken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reverse Racism
reverse racism back lash counter swing
pendulum momentum counter swings
racist evil deeds sow hate bigotry dark seeds
reverse racism racism in reverse
racism justifies not reverse prejudice intolerance
justifies not torture killing men women children
hate breeds hate war breeds war never evens score
circles of violence cruelty bias narrow-mindedness
taught at mothers fathers knee will not set us free
hate violence imprisons souls who can love enemies?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The racism
The racism erases
the beautiful memories
and it believes
in the perfect
world
The racism is
a too big
and horrible problem
It is a
wrong and impure
mistake
The racism is
a bad and
public thought
The racism is
played by the
poors of reasons
The racism doesn't
live in the
jungle but it
lives in the
modern society
I'm against the
racism
The racists are
cursed because they
are false
For me the
racism resides in
the hate
For the innocents
the racism is
lost war
For me the
racism doesn't exist
in a citizen
world
For me the
racism is a
terrible suffering
It can't stand
the harmony and
the heart of
a bay
It survives in
the evident darkness
The racism hates
the comfortable and
hospitable villa
The racism serves
the big Evil
It doesn't use
the magic
It wants to
destroy the balance
between the people
For the angels
the racism is
a shame and
a bright lie
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If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist, it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.
quote by Bill Vaughan
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Nonconformists travel as a rule in bunches. You rarely find a nonconformist who goes it alone. And woe to him inside a nonconformist clique who does not conform with nonconformity
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United Order Of Enoch
With communistic beginnings.
And beliefs in economic equality.
Seeing a vision of John The Baptist.
Who then taught him water baptism.
'What is this? '
Someone who tries to hide the origins,
Of their religious beliefs.
To have others convinced...
He is not a manipulating thief.
Or one who lies conveniently.
'Who? '
I am not a Mormon.
Nor is my name Smith.
'Huh? '
I don't follow anyone blindly,
Before I investigate the image.
'You've lost me.'
How is that possible?
When I am not hiding the facts,
To run for public office.
You do the research.
I've already done the math!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unhappy With Their Normalities
They claim 'them' to be dysfunctional?
And the purpose for that is what?
To prove themselves less moronic?
Because those who they say are dysfunctional,
Seem to make less doctor appointments.
Place no visits to prisons.
Have the respect of their friends, family and children.
Work and donate time to volunteer.
And appear to be living that life that is wished.
'You know?
I think they are right!
Those who oppose to their way of life.
They are dysfunctional.
Compared to how life today is lived.
And what it is like to live it right!
But,
If 'they' are dysfunctional...
Why are so many unhappy with their normalities? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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