Pretending To Be Concerned
I use to be accused of making,
Some of the most outrageous comments.
With a cynical and sarcastic flair.
But today my statements are not as offensive,
As I would like others to perceive them to be.
No!
It seems my 'detected' embitterness,
Now is expressed openly by many.
Am I angered by this?
YES!
When I was thought to be a misfit maverick,
With nationalistic motives...
That allowed me to flaunt a daring to be different.
Today?
Everybody wants to be deemed as a disgruntled citizen.
And loudly voicing their disgust.
It seems as if when I did this,
I was quickly abandoned...
By those who chose to defend their pretentions.
And now...
They are pretending to be concerned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Suitable Has The Outrageous Become
Is it befitting that the ridiculous,
Now
Is a way of life?
So suitable has the outrageous become,
That those seeking to shoot from the hip
With a telling it like it is,
With a voicing of it.
Are the ones today,
Finding themselves censored.
To allow the rise for the marketing of misfits.
And it was not long ago,
Those who were declared militants
With nationalistic wishes,
Were more patriotic
Than those elected to represent their contituents.
While those who promote decadence,
Have the bucks to demand
How much of the sleaze on the streets show.
Is it befitting that the ridiculous,
Now
Is a way of life?
So suitable has the outrageous become,
That those seeking to shoot from the hip
With a telling it like it is,
With a voicing of it.
Are the ones today,
Finding themselves censored.
To allow the rise for the marketing of misfits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today, I want to be cynical!
Today, I want to be cynical
I won’t listen those long lyrical
I don’t care people’s opinion
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll be the sour vinegar
On the tip of your tongue
I’ll quench my cold blood
I’ll shut my crying heart
Today, I want to be cynical
I deny false sympathy
I believe world’s hypocrisy
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll burn your comical face
With acid glance’s attack
I’ll breed my poisonous words
I’ll carve my sadistic smile
Today, I want to be cynical
I shame self pity
I laugh at naivety
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll be the sound of thunder
Shake often your bright day
I’ll know your hidden mistake
I’ll close your chance to break
Today, I want to be cynical!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Yours Seem To Be On Your Shoulders
At times your tongue,
Seems ready to spit fire.
Why so quick,
To expose and display...
Such an attitude laced,
With embitteredness?
'Well,
Let's see.
Maybe it is residue left over,
From the years I have experienced...
Being a Black man.
Who knows?
And maybe...
Just being a human being around those,
Who have chosen to follow along...
Like programmed robots when I am not.
And I am reminded of those times...
When pretentions were easily spotted.'
And today?
'Today?
No one cares.
Most eyes are focused on exposed butts.'
And this reality makes you disgruntled?
'Of course it does.
Even though I am told,
I have a butt of a nineteen year old.'
By who?
'Nevermind.
Who's behind is it? '
And today...
Yours seem to be on your shoulders!
'Like I said...
It is mine to flaunt.
Whether or not it is on my shoulders.
I am in no attitude to conduct a random survey.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weep Not Teardroppers
Weep not teardroppers.
Every sign of warning on the wall...
Has been flashing in visable neon.
Every messenger sent away,
Bruised and battered...
Has been sent to deliver,
What now makes you shake and shiver!
Even the one who was elected to say,
'Changes come.
And they will come to stay! '
You browbeat...
As if the signs of this,
Has not piled sky high...
On every corner of every street.
Weep not teardroppers.
Dry your eyes.
Surprising for many it may be...
But,
REALITY isn't sugarcoated!
Nor is it dipped in something sweet.
And this reality that appears...
Is 'inclusive'.
'Why?
Why are you 'always' so...
Cynical? '
Well...
That's an improvement,
Over accusations of being embittered,
Disgruntled, negative and sarcastic!
Nationalistic and racist.
What a relief!
I'm hopeful one day you will find my 'cynicism',
Rated as mundane.
And...
You are the first to encourage my excitement.
And they say people today aren't paying attention.
How wrong can those who do not listen be?
'Why are 'you' crying? '
I'm overcomed with joy!
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Maverick is a word which appeals to me more than misfit. Maverick is active, misfit is passive.
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I'm Dreaming Of A Cynical Christmas
I'm dreaming of a cynical christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know,
Where us sarcastic blighters,
And RAF fighters,
Could deliver witty statements on the go.
I'm dreaming of a cynical christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know,
Where we take the mickey,
When the situations stickey,
And end up thrown out in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a cynical christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know,
We can laugh at him 'til he dies,
Chokes to death of one of our mincepies,
And our happiness never be low!
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Proud To Be Amongst The Crowd
There was a time,
When I referred to someone as being a fool...
I intended to offend.
Today?
I am very cautious to call anyone a fool.
Too many today,
Would think that to be a compliment.
And proud to be amongst the crowd.
I miss those days,
When being cynical and sarcastic...
Would get an eyebrow raised.
Today?
Even men are getting their eyebrows shaved,
And arched to look permanently offended.
Needless to say,
My approach has sought to seek alterations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Victim Of Learning Too Many Lessons
Why is it that it seems,
You express little empathy...
Towards those who are currently,
Suffering from hunger, homelessness.
And a loss of their dignities.
'I began to express that years ago,
When the sight of it would hurt me so.
And I witnessed those with turned up noses.
Pretending what was exposed,
Had been a dilemma others chose.'
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
Those who suffer,
Have lost their homes and valuables.
And images that impressed,
Others in a lesser position...
They never took time to address.
With their empathies expressed.
'And...
Your point is what?
Their suffering done is more effective?
And my empathy given to them,
Should be more reflective? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
These people have never experienced,
A life lived like this before.
'Neither had my ancestors.
But guess what? '
What?
'When my ancestors suffered,
They never discriminated by looking away.
And today you can say...
I am a victim of learning too many lessons.
And when I am shown a negligence,
By them expressed...
What am I to do?
Show them I have not been taught by the best? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why?
Are these new lessons I have not recognized?
Have those old lessons been changed,
And are now disguised? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daring To Be Self Righteous
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And we weren't judging the depth taken,
Of someone's moral fiber dipped in decadence.
From a point of view that criticizes,
While we live our own hypocritical lives...
Daring to be self righteous,
As we all continue to patronize the height of sleaze.
And doing our best to climb that ladder with ease.
With a feeling to be entitled.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
Although when publicized publicly...
There is a need instantly to defend a discipline,
That does not exist.
And when someone admits to us what we can kiss,
Immediately we become appalled.
With a wish to censor the innocence of 'children'...
Who are directly marketed to be as filthy as possible,
With the consent of all claiming to be 'trendy' and progressive.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And there was a benefit to our pretentions,
That were not so obviously seen cracking at the seams.
And our motives were not so obviously confused,
With a making of sense that today is nonexistent.
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Remember the Ridiculous?
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
Remember the heights achieved by those self righteous?
The ones who quoted from scriptures and knew what sinning meant.
The ones who declared a separation of church and politics.
And spoke of family values and deplored decadence.
With hints they were chosen and others lived to be blasphemous!
Rewind these actions and tell me this...
Whose standards vowed are at a crisis now?
Who authorized the lives we live?
While standing by to watch...
Chaos rise to become prioritized as top notch!
With excuses to make and pointing fingers to give!
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
And those making the most noise today...
Protest loudly in disarray!
In groups to influence and convince in their dismay...
They represent the people who are of conservative ways.
Remember the ridiculous?
When terrorists were thought to ride camels...
And not be Ivy league graduates,
On shores who condoned and promoted this!
With only greed and the economy as the main interest.
Too bad the borders can not be secured,
By those who are staunch racists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Needs To Be Turned Off
I would never be convinced,
You could ever be on my side.
Your lips are quick,
To deliver cynical and sarcastic quips.
With statements made that you are not serious.
And I too have a sense of humor.
But I know when it needs to be turned off.
Like you do me on several occasions
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I Owe It First To Myself To Be Honest
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I use to believe it did not matter,
If I kept the depth of my feelings hidden.
But then I realized I had a wish,
To have at least one person unafraid...
To escape and leave behind their pretentions.
And today after doing it to strip myself free,
My ability to recognize honesty in others...
Is a feeling I get that is non-verbally expressed.
And I could care less,
Who accepts expressed pretentions!
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I had been the last to know I'd been tricked,
By the foolishness of believing others had arrived.
To find myself deluded in the midst,
Of those too comfortable with the telling of lies.
I can now detect with my ears and eyes.
To leave my honesty disguised if I must.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Like An Observation
How I know today times have changed?
People no longer laugh,
When they believe they have those 'things'...
That those who have not will never get!
Now today those who did not 'have',
What others 'had' and laughed...
Are less concerned,
About having their 'things' repossessed.
Like those with their noses,
High above their puffed up chests.
Or having their precious pretentions devalued,
Like those who used the have nots...
To validate the purpose of their foolishness.
How I know today times have changed?
There is nothing like an observation,
That details a bringing to another their reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hope Alone
let's not drag this out
everything's in motion
though i've only ever loved you kind
and with devotion
i remember when i met you
and even from the start
i thought one day you'd probably just come home
and break my heart
it's funny what you know
and still go on pretending
with no good evidence
you'll ever see that happy ending
you
looking for your distance
and sensing my resistance
you had to do your will
i
had to learn the hard way
we were just an empty dream too big
for hope alone to fill
i know i'm a dreamer
(i know that i'm a)
so i'll give you that
(dreamer)
still i hope i'm more than just a place
(still i hope i'm more)
you laid your hat
(than a place you laid your hat)
you're a land of secrets
(you are its only)
its only citizen
(citizen)
and though i paid my dues
(though i paid)
i was never allowed in
(i was never allowed in)
and so i am a stranger
(so i am a stranger)
especially today
(especially today)
as i get sad and lonely
and you get your way
you
were looking for your distance
and sensing my resistance
you had to do your will
i
i had to learn the hard way
that we were just an empty dream too big
for hope alone to fill
holding on for change i know
we never stood a chance
(no we never stood a chance)
so i could only wait
and watch you slip right through my hands
(watch you slip right through my hands)
you
were always looking for your distance
and sensing my resistance
you had to do your will
i
i had to learn the hard way
we were just an empty dream too big
for hope alone to fill
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The Only Consciousness Known
With the greatest of effort,
They've accomplished defeating...
The ones selected,
To prevent any success...
Expressed with wishes to achieve.
A success that would directly benefit...
The lives of those living,
Within the community of condoned mediocrity.
And with this defeat crumbling beneath their feet,
They today actively seek...
Someone they deemed qualified,
And liked well enough to accept...
A manipulation of their patience.
Until a tolerance of it abandons them again.
To leave them in complete ignorance,
That is for them the only consciousness known.
'Your comments are a bit negative.'
Are they?
I had no idea my expressed observations,
Would offend.
Where do you recommend I go,
To have them acceptably interpreted?
'That may be a bit difficult.
What you see presented is a ritual.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misfit Destructionists
Born to slaughter falsities,
Are those branded nonconformists.
Or other maverick labels given,
To have many perceive them to be...
Misfit destructionists,
Methodically tearing down...
Concepts thought sound and solid.
Although cracks gone ignored,
Viewed upon those foundations once adored...
Have become too valued to renovate,
For fear an updating will expose what is faked.
To reveal carpenter ants have eaten through,
What was believed to accept as being concrete.
Instead of plywood used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Old Woman and Today
She awoke early with a pep today
A glimmer in her eye and strong step today
She thought of a menu that would bring a smile today
as she thought of her husband so lovingly today
She cracked the eggs and placed them in the pan today
Se buttered his toast and peeled his fruit today
She poured his glass so full today
She placed the flowers n her favorite vase today
She slowly sat down at the table today
the realization hit her like a cement truck today
She lowered her eyes as she thought of the day
You see, the old man had long been dead by today
The disease of old persons made her forget today
Made her cook breakfast for three today
When I entered the room, I asked her sadly, 'What's wrong today? '
She said, 'I'll greive just the same as I did that day
because my soulmate just died again today.'
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Clean Paws
These days call for sarcastic measures.
'You mean 'drastic' measures! '
No...
Those days have passed.
If drastic measures had been taken,
When first warned foundations were shaking...
Sarcastic comments about blind leadership,
That should be leashed by seeing eye dogs...
Would not be made to flowingly cascade.
To parade in mud like they do today!
IF those blinded by the power of 'dirt'...
Had apologized for not having clean paws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nowhere On the Scene
Jealousies.
Pettiness.
Greed and corruption.
Selfishness and self importance.
'Weren't these factions mentioned,
Years ago?
As a basis that would begin to unravel...
All that then which had been valued? '
Yes.
But it wasn't popular then to confess it publicly.
But today...
Who knew,
Pretentions kept would be devalued?
And those once regarded as misfits and mavericks,
Are nowhere on the scene voicing their opinions.
'Perhaps they have given up? '
No.
They have probably discovered,
A dead horse beatened...
Is one dead horse many are making attempts,
To revive to once again ride.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Knowing That is
The best thing about the knowing,
Of something.
Is,
The knowing that 'is'.
Which no one can say,
From their point of view.
Is a misunderstanding and not okay.
How can they?
Isn't clarity a perception one accepts,
Digests and believes?
However.
One with an intuitive awareness,
With a knowingness of the difference.
Between fairness, honesty and injustice that demeans.
Is.
Today,
Suffering from a dilemma.
And has an unfortunate state of mind.
That when expressed,
Can upset others who become offensive,
And they defend by saying something obscene.
Especially when someone like this,
Does not have denial as an option from which to pick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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