Renegades
Those cream puffs and their stuffed muffins...
Have, of late, been roughed up.
Their silver goblets and golden cups...
Are no longer being lifted,
By the decorated plume of charading plumped fingers...
Sparkling with jewels seen glittering,
As a sipping of sweet juices to fill fattened guts...
Exaggerates a pampered taste.
Someone has closed those gluttonous cupboards!
Chained and locked them,
To keep them shut!
The ride that kept them deceitfully in glee...
Has come to the end of a self-righteous greed.
And people who believe an innocence was done...
See now for themselves,
Treacherous treason has been exposed to stun,
Everyone.
And now on the run with public excuses made,
Can be seen the instigators...
Shown as lowlife renegades!
Whose highbrow tactics as creators of corporate theft...
Has even left those of conservative values,
Doing their best not to show they are scared to death.
And knowing their ideals only appeals...
To the ones administering chaos.
With an unconscious self wounding zeal!
And implementing worldwide unrest...
That comes to focus upon them to blame and arrest,
By the same laws they used to suppress...
The ones who will come to see them confined,
Behind cell block bars.
And doing much time for their patheticness!
Although many blinded by imagined good deeds,
Done by these criminally minded band of thieves...
Will come to their defense with a devoted loyalty.
Proving a programmed mind has its benefits,
When awarding the egos of others.
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
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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!
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Those of The Crumpets and Tea Party
Representing heartily,
Are those of the crumpets and tea party.
Those of greed and suppressors of rights...
And consumed with self righteousness,
To believe successful theft...
Should be kept in their sight.
In an uproar over spending,
That the government attempts to prevent.
This movement is relentless...
In showing their contempt.
Although they've acquired wealth,
By denying others to gain.
They refrain from being labelled racists.
Preferring 'conservative' names.
Conducting protests,
To keep their greed digested.
They wish to continue their interests...
That have shown them to be,
Thieves of neglect.
Isolating in separation,
From those they've made poor.
Their values and standards...
Have depleted economic doors.
And even though on their own shores,
A welcomed corruption was adored.
They insist there is a need for more of it.
Regardless who is crushed...
By a leeching that has benefitted,
Their tastes to luxurize...
And fatten their own thighs.
Representing heartily,
Are those of the crumpets and tea party.
Those of greed and suppressors of rights...
And consumed with self righteousness,
To believe successful theft...
Should be kept in their sight.
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Because of Their Standards, Values and Interests
You see them?
They are the ones...
The very same people,
Who declared themselves victims...
Of enemies.
And those enemies obstructed,
Their progress and efforts made.
With frustrations that prevented...
Benefits they struggled to get,
For all of the people they represented.
They were supported.
And believed.
You see them?
They are the same folks,
Who knowingly backed themselves into a hole.
With the selling of false goods.
To reveal themselves less than angels.
And adorned with tainted halos.
And in disbelief...
They were comforted by those unconscious.
Who further supported them.
Even stronger.
You see them?
They are the ones,
Who declared they had enemies.
Backed themselves into hole.
Exposed themselves as less than angels.
Fed their greed exclusively.
And in discreet secretly...
Deceived.
And now with heads bowed,
They make public appearances to profess...
Unity is needed and must be addressed.
Since those enemies declared they claimed,
Are preparing to make announcements...
That financial arrangements,
With loans made that must be paid.
Has extended the patience of their 'enemies'.
And those 'enemies' could care less,
What charades played in masquerade...
Is in need of more time,
For a promised kept silence...
To ease unwarranted stress.
Because of their standards, values and interests,
Those less than honest...
Are about to lose even their decadence.
And they are hoping their 'enemies'
Show them more respect...
Than they have shown.
A marketing of decadence...
They confess is a creation they own.
With no discipline to invest,
In the correction of this themselves!
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Cell Phone Mania
Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.
There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.
Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.
Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.
People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might
as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.
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Unless The Audience Listening Disappears
Some beset by insecurities,
Find it convenient...
To implant them upon another's shoulders.
With an implication,
This relieves the doer of responsibility.
And/or connected guilt that may be felt.
Within them hidden is more venom!
Since finding my own peace of mind,
I notice this injustice from time to time.
And those with lowlife intentions,
Doing what they please...
Disregarding who may be affected,
By their wickedness and sleaze...
Defend themselves with additional absurdities,
To escape exposure.
I've known many demons like this.
Some with pretensions that excuses them,
From any involvement they've initiated.
To apologize later for 'mistakes' made.
And accuse those for not knowing they had been used...
By the misdeeds done.
Even though the ones afflicted,
Discover they had been the unwilling victims,
Of such deceited ploys.
The performance done by those revealed,
To have concealed their patheticness...
Annoys!
They would rather be forgiven for their acts of selfishness.
AGAIN!
And there is no end to this 'I'm okay the way I am' philosophy.
Unless the audience listening...
Suddenly disappears!
Or...
Cotton to fill the ears,
Has been issued.
However,
A quick exit...
Is far more cost effective.
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Excuses
Why no one will help me
I am too dumb I am too smart
They'll not understand me
I am lonely
They'll hate me
And there is not enough time
It's too hard to help me
And god wants me to work
No resting no lazy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked in my own cell
I'm too far from home
It takes far too much energy
And I cannot afford to
No one will ever see me
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me blocked
They've kept me small
They've kept me safe inside my shell
Bringing this into the light
Shakes their foundation
And it clears my side
Now my imagination
Is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights
No one can have it all see
I have to they want me to
And I can't let them down
I'll never be happy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
Theyve kept me small
Theyve kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me small
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
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Morning Innocence
Morning Innocence
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction
Its only life and love that
we want to know about
For that’s all we should know
Contemplations of death and destruction
Is just a waste of our breath
and a waste of our tears
Yet some may still wonder
'What is `Morning Innocence`? '
It’s the knowledge of knowing nothing
As children or as we wake up
Death, pain, and hatred are never
the first thing on our minds
This is Morning Innocence
Be it the beginning of our lives
or the beginning of our day
We know nothing...
Yet time passes we lose this
Morning Innocence
Even if it’s hours or years
We start to realize
All the death, pain, and destruction
That shall one day consume our lives
However, to the end of our day(s)
as a reflection of our souls
We accept it as it comes along
We’re brilliant...
We know everything there is to know
We know what is soon to come
Because this Morning Innocence
is no longer a factor in our lives
No more knowledge...
We’ve been exposed to it all
and yet we’re still being exposed
There’s ten million ways to die
and the number keeps growing
and now - we no longer have
our Morning Innocence
to protect us.
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Heaven Sent
How blind can a hindsight be?
Do you remember yesterday?
When corruption and thieves,
Were given carte blanche...
To do as they please.
From gilded cages in glass towers...
Lined up and down,
On poverty stricken trash strewn streets!
Where homelessness and hunger,
'Still' lays there below there upturned noses...
And at their feet.
Wasn't it just yesterday,
a smothering of truth and misdeeds,
Were deceitfully employed?
While much need jobs were outsourced overseas?
And 'this' practice they enjoyed.
An infrastructure has not stopped crumbling,
For as far as the eye can see.
While thugs in silk suits pull duping tricks.
And this they do from the cuffs of stolen sleeves.
And the ones with honesty as a mission,
Are being blocked by much devilment.
There is a gaping hole that deepens...
Not recently dug by those of common sense.
Those with elitest intentions did it!
And they wish to prevent,
The ones unconscious to realize...
The pointing of fingers is done towards,
The real 'bad' guys.
And a worshipping of greed and gluttony,
Is a privilege heaven sent!
With a hope that those unconscious...
Stand up in their defense.
'But...
What about the waste, fraud and all of this abuse? '
Good question!
Aren't those the directions you inflicted,
And introduced?
Didn't that occur while you addicted the people...
And them seduced?
'Well...
I...I...I...uh.
Uh...oh... well...I...I...I...uh.'
Thank you for your obvious admission.
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Too Much Truth Is Crude
There is nothing left to surprise...
Unless eyes have been closed,
To ignore false realities...
Resting still in accepting disguise!
And used as props,
To mask more lies!
One would have to visit a hypnotist,
To avoid a world that now exists!
With criticisms blindly thrown...
By those who sit on 'thrones' condoned!
Providing a comforting existence known,
To the ones who feel...
Too much truth is crude and rude to reveal.
Wounding to inflict and can not heal,
Conformed minds confined in fantasies concealed.
And disturbing an addiction,
That overwhelmingly appeals!
Boosted with zest and confessing zeal.
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Blowin' Up the 'Waves
They are blowin' up the 'waves'
With their brand of hatred.
Although fading...
Those radio jocks,
Who mock Barack's efforts...
To mend their ills.
People like them,
Who advertise divisiveness.
With hopes it never ends.
However...
The more they expose,
Their whims to feed upon sins diminishing...
Sheds light upon a way of life,
They would like to be left kept...
Feeding their sickness and those rich!
With beliefs society from this benefits!
And their proving themselves,
To be the followers of the wicked.
For all who hears this hollow show,
Of greed and 'conservative' selfishness.
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Reality Bites With a Painful Sting
Flaunting our possessions,
With obsessessed aggressions...
Seems to be, of late, outdated.
Inflated egos held unshakened,
Have suddenly taken a backseat...
To become, today, a display passé.
Who is lesbian or gay or both...
Has diminished innuendos,
And less folks peeking...
From behind closed blinds,
Where for sale signs are exposed!
Something has come to stun.
Affecting the lives of everyone!
Reality bites with a painful sting.
Less is being gossiped about trivial frivolous things!
Why?
People are trying to hide their frightening embarrassments.
A seriousness has descended upon their personal sentiments.
Yesterday good credit ratings,
Had most jumping for joy!
But an ability to pay with card charges has faded away.
A belt tightening comes...
And that can annoy!
Foolish beliefs of getting assistance to relieve them of grief...
Have many steadfast in observations waiting.
With crossed fingers and in prayer...
Staring at planted plastic flamingos on property they glare.
Hoping a miracle will encourage them to fly.
Or at least a temporary high afforded...
Will get them buzzed,
To nudge them slightly for an imagined flight!
These days have brought limitations...
Even for those who are snowbirds!
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A Happiness Kept Has Retired
It is sad to see those achieve a status,
That had accomplished a goal to have it unfold...
Before their eyes.
And caught by surprise,
How fast time flies.
And to stand by and wonder,
What to them does it mean...
To have spent an entire lifetime,
Assisting someone else pursue their dreams.
With a devoted talent applied...
That could have been used,
To do their own 'thing'.
But a focus was maintained...
On obtaining materialism to claim,
And the glittering of 'bling'...
Fading to a rust as a game well played,
Does a belly up or is discovered to be corrupt.
With nothing left to show for a loyalty...
But a title given,
Expressed to others once impressed.
Who today no longer address it.
Although memories and a happiness kept,
Has retired from those activities...
Without a spark left to live one can say,
Feels as if to them belongs as an emptiness felt...
Goes on.
And everyday,
More and more of these sad faces...
Have looks of dismay that have been betrayed.
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Don't Ask Don't Tell...What?
Don't ask?
Don't tell...what?
What is obviously on display,
In the faces of the public everyday?
My philosphy about that is this...
IF people were familiar with truth,
And exposing it...
Many of those self righteous,
Would be observe being hypocritical.
And values that they have...
Would not be ideals left to go unpracticed.
Or symbolized for the sake,
Of keeping an image that is fading away.
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It's a Must
It's a must for them to win,
This disaster that they have wrought.
Creators of tremendous sins...
With an egomania they have taught.
They have done their best to infest and disfigure.
And followers they have led,
Straight down the tubes...
Without a twitch or a twitter!
It's a must for them to ensure a quick infliction...
Supporting the last of their deeds,
Incites a civil chaotic fight.
So they can yell out, 'Marshal Law'!
Take the goods and run!
Like the scumbags they've become.
Those who disobey rules and laws,
Have one objective...
To inject into everyone a treason done!
It's a must for them to win,
This mental game they've played!
A must to show folks are threatened....
To keep unconscious eyes off of them,
In a downcast and turned away.
It's a must to spread distrust,
Among the people degraded to filth and lust.
It's a must for them to do this...
In the name of God!
'These demons will not give up! '
Even when a resistence to them...
Has begun them to begin the beguine!
In Martinique or Saint Lucia...
Wherever they are seen rejoicing.
But no rumba began in victory,
Is going to end...
With a rhythm or a collective smile they bare!
No grin will be shown on these faces of grim deceivers.
And these creatures who created tremendous sins...
Will be exposed.
And an elimination of those who are just like them,
Will find that they've won...
An onslaught of their backroom shaded failings.
And details revealed of their demonic ways!
Will end an addiction to their demented tastes.
It's a must these days...
To open eyes from such blatant disguises.
It's a must to lift as many dragging butts,
Up off the ground!
Shocked...
But why are so many surprised?
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Proving Themselves To Be Exceptional
For those proving themselves to be exceptional,
At what it is they do...
Someone critiquing with envy is near by.
With the familiar comments made,
Heard coming from the mouths of those...
Who are exceptional at wasting time.
The ones whose efforts are perfected with discipline,
Will always be despised by those who have none.
And they are usually the ones showing their expertise,
In the feeding of self centeredness...
Fed to an unlimited greed.
Gorging their faces and sipping on diet drinks.
For those proving themselves to be exceptional,
At what it is they do...
Someone critiquing with envy is near by,
While licking their fingers.
And attempting in conversation to convince others,
If they had the time they could do what others do too!
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The Different Twigs On Rooted Trees
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
If one accepts the meaning of consciousness,
Life given to live will display...
An array of qualities,
Humanity blesses us to receive.
This Universe beholds many complexities,
Out of our control.
Although we demand with selfishness,
To insist we can rule and suppress...
What we choose and refuse what is detested!
Feeding a continuum of conflict and unrest.
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
And 'not' the creators of upsetting conflicts and diseases,
Left!
Like pests.
And not the self righteous 'saviors' professed!
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
However...
Too many of those are still enclosed,
In shells too hard!
And too thick to birth from the surface to bloom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Things!
It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!
It should never be a decision made,
Whether to show gratitute...
Whenever an attitude,
Is moody when it comes.
Do it...
No one loses!
It's never too late to show someone there,
You think of them just because you care.
Thinking they will know what it is you feel...
Does little for the one,
Who believes no one is aware...
With feelings that are real.
'How could they,
When they aren't there shown or spoken? '
And it's always a good sign...
To release and let things go!
When doubt is removed,
And your mind has approved
The doing is true and it can be proposed.
Hesitation for you will seldom come to show!
Knowing for you that good is in the doing,
And pursuing it from head to toe...
Has you moving.,
Reaping as you sow.
It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!
Always contemplate good things,
And good things you did...
Makes those good things done grow!
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Bitter Is The Taste Left On Tongues
Had he not destroyed the lives,
Of millions of people...
With deceit and lies.
And arrogant displays of ignorance.
Something he now says...
May have made some empathetic sense.
He was the first to say there was no recession.
Now he wishes to make claims,
That was inherited.
He lead conservative ideals,
To ruin and deplete a robust economy.
And not a word did he listen to others.
Preferring to succeed...
From a position of egotistic needs.
A forgiving people hear and see this.
With grateful wishes,
He and his corrupted followers...
Can not leave soon enough.
To begin a healing...
That will take decades for those who suffer,
To feel and believe!
With few expressing an energy left,
With a smile to lift!
Isolated greed and wholesome stupidity...
Will leave a bitter taste on tongues for years.
As those most affected by the depth of crimes condoned...
Will realize their quality of life once the pride on Earth,
Had been miraculously erased...
By a leadership with no remorse at all,
To ever be shown or known!
Demons in motion...
Are not attached to these emotions.
And bitter is the taste left on tongues...
For what to them has been consciously done!
Tricked by the wicked.
And made sick...
Are they to their stomachs.
To know this feeling is made real.
As it exists,
For them to feel!
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Suited In Demon Evils
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
Anyone,
That is...
Except for those limited with addictions,
Of self indulgence and the restricted belief...
Enemies are on their doorsteps!
And more come to put an end to their own theft!
That has been their only fear.
Their main regret!
And now...
That has been exposed.
In a magnitude that has been amplified!
In a step by step dismantling,
Of a deeply hidden and discreeted deceit!
And completed by one,
Who splurges on high fashion.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
To be addressed.
Like nothing ever seen before.
Or has never been before like this addressed...
To impress upon imaginations stunned by the reality,
Of those who are down low and dirty!
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