Self Inflicted Issues
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned That Money Should Be Prized
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
With the use of color of their skins,
Light in complexion or dark as night...
Their minds with insights may be encased in,
The mentalities fed are to use this as a weapon,
To defend or ignite one's bigoted and racist appetite.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
And those who champion the marketing of images,
Aren't going to consciously reflect true beauty...
As it should be.
Beauty will be selective.
And chosen as a commodity.
To sell to those impressed,
And depress with suppression...
Those weakened through enforcing a belief!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
Of course they are going to feel subservient,
From birth until their lives end!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Those who get and hoard it best,
Will have others believe...
Their minds are at rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fatal Consequences
Finding others to ridicule,
Because of the way they speak.
Walk and present themselves,
With a dignity commonly found in places...
Where people make no excuses for being themselves,
Is...
An environment where people are accustomed,
To belittling others and kept in practice.
With a choosing to see them conform to a mediocrity,
Many accept and enforce others to be...
Stereotyped and useless.
Illiterate in social skills.
Baffoons and fools.
And conditioned to perceive an ignorance lived,
Is the best quality of life to have.
With a feeding of this to generations that grow,
Worthless with no contributions to make...
But to be laughed at to add,
More suffering to their own fatal consequences.
And begging for an assistance to keep what they value,
Supported as if a sport to play and a self hatred as a goal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grassroots And By-Products Of The Ghetto
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
I also see the reasons why...
So many have sacrificed the giving of time and their lives,
To eventually walk away from that which has been cemented...
In minds wanting things to remain just the way they are.
'I'm not asking you to do 'as' I do.
You will do as I say you do,
In my home and I hope that is understood.
No one here seeks your judgement to pass.
Or have asked for it.
And how you handle your business,
May not be a wish how I will handle mine.
I am comfortable here if you're not go home.
To be or not to be as you choose.
I am not confused as to who I am.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People always fear change. People feared electricity when it was invented, didn't they? People feared coal, they feared gas-powered engines... There will always be ignorance, and ignorance leads to fear. But with time, people will come to accept their silicon masters.
quote by Bill Gates
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If You Don't From Them Leave!
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
Walk away from this.
Do not hesitate,
As if waiting for this to change.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
People will choose ignorance to expose.
Since they have been conditioned to not listen.
And folks convinced like these...
Will bring you to your knees,
If you don't from them decide you should leave!
If you don't from them leave! ,
You're doomed to grieve.
Minds like these are locked without a key.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
Before your life becomes a misery.
And choose to move and do it instantly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These People Will Do Anything They Are Told
It was once told to me...
A lie is not a lie,
If the receiver of one believes.
This frees the liar to tell more of them.
And with a spreading of falsehoods...
People deceived,
Can be told anything.
And perceive what is said as reality.
And these people will do anything they are told.
Like disrespect one another.
Sold on that which divides.
And with character assassinations...
Defeat themselves with genocide.
And accept this as being brave, patriotic and bold.
As only an upright citizen can be...
Programmed and controlled on a diet of ignorance,
And facts free.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Closest Relatives
People hypnotized and transfixed,
Have grown more accustomed
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
So accustomed to myths,
People are.
And the praying to what is believed,
To what has been embedded
In their minds,
Exists.
People do not wish to be told,
About the thought process of Nature.
And how that goes.
Or about Earth and Mother Nature.
The relationship between them.
How that works and what they know.
People wish and desire to accept,
They are more powerful
Than that which 'allowed' them life,
And gave to them breath.
People reject with a dismissing of this,
That which gifted them and permitted their lives.
People have grown more accustomed,
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
Yet,
Give zero respect to their closest relatives.
The Sun, The Moon
And how together,
They affect their lives lived here on Earth.
People have chosen to become accustomed,
To ignoring as if they do not hear or listen.
Or are aware of them with comprehension.
People choose not to accept this as is.
People choose to believe from that which exist,
They are not born from it.
People choose for themselves to believe,
For them
There is no connection to perceive.
Even though what is they can not conceive,
Flows through their veins and bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thinking Independently
A conditioning process,
That has completed with success...
And noticed for its obviousness,
Seen?
It is best...
Not to interfere with those priogrammed.
Or come between them and their suppressors.
You will be attacked with such aggressiveness...
Quicker than any enemy.
A people like this,
With their instilled ignorance...
Have been trained to identify,
Those suspected of expressing intelligence.
Do not test the depth of their comprehension.
You will find few if any,
Thinking independently!
With a fear ever present in their eyes.
And an absence of integrity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See It As It Is
It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination
To maintain one's peace,
It is apparent one must release...
From such mindsets trapped,
Within points of views abused.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying That It Stays
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
With an advocating of it that will not see an end.
And praying that it stays to forever exist the way it is.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To remind those who sat but now on their feet...
How remaining down to Earth to 'him' this pleases.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And many wishing to be 'Back Home' again.
To walk those rural roads bare foot to visit neighbors.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To then drive away in a recently purchased Mercedes.
To live in comfort and tax free; rewarded for a job well done.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And the only thing that is wished,
Is that their children remember from where it is they came.
And proud they would be of them if they did the same.
'Why are you so critical of the people? '
~Oh...?
So what I observe is NOT accepted? ~
'It's the heritage and the culture,
They wish kept preserved.'
~I see.
How stupid of me to view it any other way.
And here I am thinking all of this,
Has no historic value to them that benefits.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Increase Of Appreciation
I am not one to say,
With authorization...
That with age comes,
An increase of appreciation.
With an added respect for others.
And a more willingness to accept,
An ignorance expressed with patience.
Realizing how peaceful it can be,
To acknowledge people are themselves.
And not how we are taught to depict them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom 2
Once more, one fear surrounded me
Not knowing that has beaten me
The hot sun speaks louder
A cold pain has shut laughter
No where to run away
As if liberty has turned gray
People shout, clap and walk
People have no opponent to talk
One hope, one fear, one enemy
Many hearts, many thoughts, one enemy
One campus, one map, one road
Prison puts such heavy load
Feet by feet, hand in hand
People want freedom of their land
Oh, hunger of a free walk
Put my old enemy and me into talk
Put his hand in mine
We both shout out the same line
“Jail is bad even in heaven
All we want is freedom, freedom, freedom”
What he wants to do with his freedom I don’t know
But that is freedom on different ways we go.
poem by Kianush Maleki
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Self Obsession
Let's be honest about this.
The one true enemy we have,
Is our self obsession.
We've been taught to believe,
Someone else desires what we possess.
And wishes to bleed from us,
A way to get it.
Our self centeredness,
Surrounds us with paranoia.
We neither have peace nor rest!
And yet we accept isolation,
As a means to forget our own failures.
The day will come when we will wake up,
And see the nonsense behind our self inflicted pain...
We seek to blame on someone else.
Only to 'create' an enemy to keep us happy,
And delusional about how great we are.
And if that was true...
Why are we continually bickering amongst ourselves,
About who is better and more qualified to have life
With more greed and little to no peace to go with it!
Let's be honest about this.
The one true enemy we have,
Is our self obsession.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reactions
People recognize
As you recognize them
People accept
As you accept you
People believe
As you believe in you.
People aspect
As you aspect out of them
People react
As you like to react them
People respect
If you have the self-respect
If you want the honor
You must have to have the integrity
If you want to live with a great personality
You must have to shun the negative entity!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Forgive Them
Forgive them for their ignorance since ignorance is bliss
What empathy is all about the point they seem to miss
Their great lack in compassion does not seem a surprise
Since not that many people know how to empathize
With people who are doing it tough they do not wish to know
Of the have nots of the poor streets of poverty and woe
Cocooned in their self centredness they do not wish to hear
Of the poverty that does exist even to where they live near
Forgive them for their ignorance they cannot help the way they are
They drive around the leafy Suburb showing off their brand new car
To the material things of life they only can relate
Only their own and their family successes they wish to celebrate
Forgive them for their ignorance some people are that way
And their type are growing in numbers that does seem sad to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Do We Accept
Why are there people struggling to live
Why are there people wanting to give
Why are there people feeling such pain
Why are there people with nothing to gain
Why are there people full of greed
Why are there people desperate to succeed
Why are there people with hatred for all
Why are there people not wanting to fall
Why are there people dying each day
Do we accept that this is okay
Friends Do Not Accept A Disrespecting
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And...
Should refer to themselves as something else.
Like pests who dissect with an inspection,
That is regrettable when actions become suspect.
And not call themselves friends.
To eventually become upset.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
Maybe the thrill of those who love to death get,
Is a neglecting to respect a friendship that is deceived.
Especially when one does to another,
As if the doing of a backstabbing is something one does,
To please.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
That's a bunch of B.S.
Not actions between friends doing that at their best.
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And should not regard themselves as such,
With a consciousness that goes untouched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sent the Same Gift
They all were sent the same gift.
Very few of them recognized it...
For what it was!
Since they were accustomed,
To entertain their limitations.
Some took the gift and respected it.
And they became lifted...
By the feeling they got from it.
And they knew it for what it was.
Becoming grateful it had been given!
Others dismissed it with disrespect.
And lived lives beset by conflicts and regret.
As the gift just sat.
Gleaming in the midst...
Of an environment rusting.
Surrounded,
By a distrusting and weakened people.
Taught they were...
To pray and receive on their knees.
And there they stayed,
Seeking!
As the gift observed this,
And laughed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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