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Stealthed

Everything has been labelled,
To tag and remember.
As an implantation done.
And historically forbidden,
To forgive and forget...
By anyone.

Names of importance,
Given to please an aristocracy.
And nicknames chosen...
To depict those less 'dignified'.
With disrespect and atrocities.

While those attached,
And living to be dispatched...
Were convinced to match,
Themselves with crap...
And disgarded trash.

This 'experimentation' would last.

Challenges invented...
Were presented to be tackled,
By those thought to be gifted with talents and wise.
And those unfamiliar with this experience,
Often ran to shelters to hide inside.

In an isolated feeding of insecurities.

The rich became loved as well as despised,
For completing scenes,
Hidden in deceits.
Unknown they had been compromised.

And the poor grew much poorer...
By those class acts out of reach.
Once upon a time when stolen economies,
Were the reason and the rhyme.
Climbing further to heights.
To teach the advantages of 'tweaking' beliefs.
To advance those greedy and willg to cheat.

And they became blatant.
Addicted to gluttony.
And not so stealthed...
As accustomed wealth grew.
Digging underneath the feet,
Of those meek,
And made weak and needy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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High Class Trash

High class trash!
Many have addicted themselves fast...
To that.
Feeling trapped after the experience.

And yet can not retreive their senses back.
Hypnotized and zombied...
With selfish needs that bleed them,
Of an unrestfulness.
Throughout this process.

These selfish needs squeeze resources.
Constantly with a bombardment.
And with a viciousness that attacks,
A consciousness dimming.
One they wish now they had kept intact!

High class trash!
And demanding no questions be asked,
Of them.
Slaves to temptations.
A beginning begun that has no ending.
As heartache upon them comes.
Teased and sleazed with sensations.
Never from them to ever overcome.

High class trash!
And many have addicted themselves fast...
To that.
Many decide to cheat and thieve,
For 'that'.
Many seen in an unending need,
For 'that'.
Deny the tears they cry inside...
For 'that'.
Wont leave.

And this is done at the expense,
Of good deeds abandoned.
With beliefs...
Those acts of harmony and goodwill.
Are just methods used to excuse...
A seeking to increase their deceit.

High class trash!
And many have addicted themselves fast...
To that.
Many decide to cheat and thieve,
For 'that'.
Many seen in an unending need,
For 'that'.
Deny the tears they cry inside...
For 'that'.
Wont leave.
Since they have become comfortable.
Even though foundations under their feet,
Shake their senses...
Fearfully!

Note:
Any depictions used,
As a consequence...
Unsettling!
And resembling anyone's reality.
Or those who enjoy the meddling done.
The familiarity may be there.
But know this is purely coincidental!
A creation of one's delusion.
And should not be subjected,
To the whims of scrutiny.
lolhehehelololololol.

'Here. Take this tissue.
Those tears falling from your eyes,
Reek with a sincerety...
You will not be awarded for! '

lolol...stop! Stop...
You're killing me!
lol

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rich and Poor

In me a sense has felt like each,
One causes others to wonder of strange beliefs,
In a feeding are the poor,
Poor are the opposite of the Rich.

In this side of the valley,
The Rich are better at living,
In opposition to the laughter
Of the Poor.

Poor is not Rich,
And Rich carries no Wealth
Of Heavenly Times.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Defective Beliefs

Doesn't it seem we live in those times,
When the experience of living them...
Has become less mysterious.

Who living amongst us today,
Can honestly admit to say...
They have not a clue of what's going on?

Blatant is the disrespect.
Blatant is corruption and theft.
Blatant are those who have and 'have' not.

And 'who' today can honestly say,
They have not been deceived...
By the keeping of defective beliefs.

To continue to lie to oneself,
Would not be advisable to maintain mental health.
Since to do it would prove total insanity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've All Been Greedy

Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.

These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!

We've been greedy.
See what gluttony does when it can't be overcomed.
We've been greedy,
And feeding on our selfishness.
While ripping the hearts out of those to sustain it.
Doing everything to gain more and maintain it.

We've been greedy!
And..
The stinging of the realness,
Persists.
And can not be contained.
Acts of civil madness...
Spreads fast!

Thousands go out of their minds.
Many more are trapped!

Something in their minds have snapped.
Only those exposed to fantasies,
Are observed doing that.

And a waste of explanation can not bring them back!
Their self delusions have attacked.

Leaving us all affected by that 'fat'!
Yes fat!

Undisciplined rascists...
Tearing each other apart,
While laying lazily on our backs...
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Yes...
Greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger,
But never better than the rest.
Greedy!
Yes...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger
But never better than the rest.
Just so greedy!
Yes...
And bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Yes...
And,
Greedy!
Yes!
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
A sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

We've
ALL
Been
Greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
Yes...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
Sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grew To Believe

I did not awaken with dreams to write.
Or decide I was creative.
I awakened each day trying to fight it,
This appetite I had.
Especially when I thought that I had,
Something I should not want to have.

Few people I knew were encouraged to express,
An acceptance of their gifts.
I grew up in the projects.
And those who were 'different' were made to feel it.

Few people I knew were encouraged to express,
A happiness with talents they possessed.
With a gladness from others...
Who did not address an envy with a jealousness.

But a showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.
Yes,
A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew!

A showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.
Yes,
A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew,
To believe.

I did not awaken with dreams to write.
Or decide I was creative.
I awakened each day trying to fight it,
This appetite I had.
But...
A showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.
Yes,
A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew,
To believe.

A showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.

A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew,
To believe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivering Such Sugar Free News

So many have been living in that state of denial,
The keeping of statistics is impossible...
To monitor the population,
Affected by the overwhelming numbers seen.
And...
They want their needs met.
And 'now'!
As if the feeding and leeching of greed,
Is an eternal proposition.

Someone has authored their existence.
And they want it kept exactly that way.
Free of re-writes.
And flourishing with superlatives.
Living to fantasize has been kept the priority.

Truth printed in crayon and scented with mint,
Is not acceptable for them to believe it.
They protest their right to be continued to be lied to.
These folks have become addicted to lies!
With a moisterizing to clear them from any blemishes.

Apologizing to them,
For deceptions presented all their lives...
Offends!

So many have been living in that state of denial,
The keeping of statistics is impossible...
To monitor the population,
Affected by the overwhelming numbers seen.
And sweeping their consciousness,
Is an increase of delusions.

They actually believe,
Just the status of having a good credit rating....
Affords them opportunities,
To bleed blood from a rock.
And they can descend with gold filled pockets,
From mountaintops!

What they have been feeding on is incredible.
Anything fed to them has been edible.

And the one selected...
That should be 'elected'.
Forgive the misperception.

And the one 'elected' to deliver reality...
Has become despised,
For the flavor chosen to present the message.
Anything but a directness is rejected,
As disrespectful!
Although a fashionable decadence,
Is marketed to represent their standards valued.

An arrogant and 'all-knowing' demeanor?
Looking into the camera and giving it to them straight...
With no chaser?
NO WAY!
That will upset this bunch.
They are not accustomed to anyone,
Delivering such sugar free news!
They want it spiced.
And if it's alcoholic...
The better will be the reception.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given In The End

The continuance of wasted life,
In wars fought...
To depict another's right to inflict conflict,
Produces not a single winner.
Or does the act come to cystallize,
The shape of one's greatness.

What a barbaric ignorance does,
Is expose a mentality that is absent of reason.
And in fear of not being noticed,
If a power chosen to display insecurities...
Is not forcibly respected.
Only to be delivered disrespect given in the end.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ya'lls'gottagitupandgo!

I felt no guilt of sacrifice.
Nor need to receive acts of pity!
My path I walk has not been tried.
And obstacles I face...
I knew they were mine.
From this I did not run or hide.

I could not sit or linger to weep.
My challenges were selected.
I do not remember,
Any that were sweetened.
Or any did I conquer quickly...
To satisfy myself with as a treat!

My steps have been careful and cautiously placed.
And the clarity I've learned to use...
Is not too often amused,
By those crossing my path...
With ignorant acts.
And those ignorant of facts.

I teach...
I am not about acts of distractions.
I reach to cleanse!
Not absorb myself with teases
Of quickly gotten trash.
Not on this path I take.

My God, The Almighty wants me focused!
And He,
Is the reason Why...
I am able now on this path to stride!

And ain't no other sucker coming to pluck...
Or gonna stop to pick a fight with a Goose,
To flop!
Or do a flip to dropp slop,
On my 'do'. Not...to-day!
No way, Miguel.
Mary, Michael or Joe Monroe!

'Ya'lls'gottagitupandgo! '

Clear!
Get up and get to moving off!
You're adding shadow on my light.
And all my life I've worked to hard,
To get it to surround me.
This business I conduct is serious.
You want me to get real 'nig-er-ish? '
I didn't think so.
Then there should be no further announcement!

'And-youcangiggleifyouwant-to too! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rare

I am acquainted with several people,
Who have earned BA, MA and Doctorate degrees.
And it would be wonderful 'if'...
Their knowledge and focus to obtain certificates,
Was as equally devoted in the use of their 'competence'...
As are their eyes on 'things' and what money brings.

With the assistance of decreasing but not adding onto...
The climbing economic deficit!

Not to say they are among those greedy.
Or perpetuating the increase of gluttony!
However...
If they are servicing the needy with a teaching how to feed,
They are to be applauded.

Since rare in a capitalistic society,
Are those motivated to show or expose...
Humanitarian qualities.
It is the feeding of a greed,
That most seek to achieve a higher degree of feeding.

There aren't too many Oprahs and Ellens,
Represented in the mix!
Being about to afford what they do has little to do with it.
And 'rare' are the minds that these two exhibit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stolen Profits

A hustle bustled to hush dissension...
Has crush those voicing,
Differences of opinion.

Folks have become perturbed,
By what to them has been done!
Clear evidence of corruption is observed.
And shatters the nerves of everyone stunned.

Warnings of these events were dismissed and ignored.
As the backs of the middle class...
Have been broken like those already historically poor.

And all of this could have been prevented,
If the few did not concede...
To uphold the needs of the filty rich and greedy

But those hypnotized by materialism...
Chose to fill their pockets,
With an increasing ease to feed gluttony...
And their guts!

Caring less who would be left with nothing...
Until a crisis touched their collective butts!
Now a quick fix to end their addictions has been submitted!
But no one wants to sacrifice and quit...
By producing restrictive limits,
That examines how this 'rut' began.
And put an end to it!

With nothing remaining that exists...
They wish to sustain standards they value!
As if an entitlement gave them rights to it!
When all of it had been stolen profits.

'Assets never existing...
Can not forever be assets declared! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Implies Not Looking Back

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.

So many have been comforted,
By schedules made and keeping set dates.
With a scratching off from a menu decided,
To replace or hesitate to eventually procrastinate.

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.

Even Mother Nature comes to assist with this movement.
With a shifting of Earth and turbulent winds.
Spinning storms called hurricanes,
From the shores of Africa that begin...
In vast waters referred to as the Atlantic Ocean.
And still there are those demanding entitlements,
With preferences prayed in a daily devotion.
As if they have rights to insist a life liked to live.

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
But...
Unfortunate are those who believe,
A moving back in time...
Is a choice to make as to who will lead,
Them away from truth...
To produce more delusions and fantasies!

What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
And leaving behind many detached,
Who will never become attached to reality.

Moving forward is the change everyone will believe in,
Whether to embrace, accept or not.
We live to experience, grow to then distance,
From aged beliefs to advance to other adventures.
With a wisdom kept to keep to be reminisced but not lived,
Repeatedly to comfort our insecurities.

'I hate change.'

Me too.
I wish I had more dollars.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty Inside

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We know that we have an empty feeling inside
Which we find hard to describe.
A sense that something is lost
And in our sleeping hours
We turn and toss.

What is this emptiness that controls
My every thought and being
It is something that I’m not seeing.

It is a part of your body that had been taken away
And you search for it day by day.
Like a piece to a jigsaw puzzle
Which leaves it incomplete
Leaving you in total defeat.

What happened to the love that once grew so strong
And now it feels like it doesn’t belong.
What happened to the feelings of happiness and joy
And you loved it like a child with a toy.

Where is that sense of being needed
Like water to a plant, and bees to honey
Like uncle scrooge to wealth and money.

Then a thought occurred to me!
I had made space for all the other things in life,
That I had forgotten, the thing that made me complete
The love for god, with which nothing can compete.

He gives us all the feelings that we have locked up inside
And these are feelings that we must not hide.
So to my lord up above, forgive me for
Forgetting your love.

“ YOU ARE WHAT MAKES ME COMPLETE”.

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Disconnections

No one will treat me anyway that they wish...
With beliefs I have become addicted,
To their nonsense overblown with foolishness shown.
And get away with it to petty my feelings of a relationship.
No!
I did not grow to flow in those directions.
I don't crave the feeding of those disconnections.

If I have not given reason,
For anyone to suspect I have been neglectful...
To then give them purpose to disrespect me?
Something in my mind erases their appearance in it.
Immediately!
With a moving forward that I do knowing time is precious.
And to leave behind the denseness of a mindlessness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Regret

Saddened memories,
I once held as property.
Who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!

I now reflect,
Without regret.
I know now
Defeats I've met!
But who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!

Those times
Stayed on my mind
For days at a time.
I used that to feed,
My own desperate needing.

I lived with anger and deceit!
I felt those feelings deep,
Within me!
Defeats I have met!
But who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!

But...
Who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!

Who knew,
Like I do now...
When they grew,
Somehow
They would go...
From inside of me!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Farewell

Remember me and smile, as smiling too,
I have remembered things that went their way--
The dolls with which I grew too wise to play--
Or over-wise--kissed, as children do,
And so dismissed them; yes, even as yoy
Have done with this poor piece of painted clay--
Not wantonly, but wisely, shall we say?
As one who, haply, tunes his heart anew.

Only I wish her eyes may not be blue,
The eyes of a new angel. Ah! she may
Miss something that I found,--perhaps the clue
To those long silences of yours, which grew
Into one word. And should she not be gay,
Poor lady! Well, she too must have her day.

poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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Teach The Gifted Children

Teach the gifted children
Teach them to have mercy
Teach them about sunsets
Teach them about moonrise
Teach them about anger
The sin that comes with dawning
Teach them about flowers
And the beauty of forgetfulness
Then take me to the river (take me to the river)
And put me in the water (and put me in the water)
Bless them and forgive them (take me to the river)
Father cause they just dont know (take me to the river)
All the gifted children
Teach the gifted children
The way of men and animals
Teach them about cities
The history of the mysteries
Their vice and their virtues
About branches that blow in the wind
On the wages of their sins
Teach them of forgiveness
Teach them about mercy
Teach them about music
And the cool and cleansing waters
What do they say, take me to the river (take me to the river)
Take me to the river (take me to the river)
Put me in the water (take me to the river)
And teach the gifted children (take me to the river)
All the gifted children (take me to the river)
(take me to the river)
(take me to the river)

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Whether Conscious or Not

As long as others,
Were subjects of their poked jokes...
These agitating folks were satisfied to live,
Unapologetically.
Free of guilt!
And accountability!

Nor did they think deeply,
About the affects of wearing sheets with peepholes.
And whose state of mind these acts would upset.
They were mobs much like a cancerous glob.
Yearning to hang or burn...
Human beings they deemed,
From them had lessons to learn!

And today this same mindset,
Has not through time been addressed.
That same ignorance defends insecurities.
With absurdities blatant.
And masked to distract...
An attraction for mentioned bigotries!

Although their states are 'mapped'...
And appear united.
These folks are divided by their racist remarks!

Most of them say,
This is not their way today!
But a debating of their policies believed.
Those implemented,
And meant to stay!

But those of color know,
Too well their lives of limitation.
And who amongst them sit imprisoned.
By laws that intend,
To keep them suppressed.
With wings to obtain in an 'afterlife'...
So in 'this' life,
An obedience from them is expected!

And then there are those skilled to speak,
From both sides of their mouths.
And 'this' from their institutions,
They are more than glad to teach!
Even from pulpits...
Their philosophies are outreached.

While delivering observations,
Uncommitted from atop high fences.
They are convinced verses spewed...
Are remembered sacred scriptures,
That should depict them as chosen victors!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silent spectator

I sit silent and seek no solace
Search for hut and not the palace
Simple desire with no strings attached
Emotionally bound but never feel detached,

My soul cry over the sufferings and misery
Pray for blessings even for adversary
I want to be apostle for needy and poor
Serve to the best of ability from door to door

Can I not spend little time for needy?
World is moving fast and people are greedy?
No time for peasants and country men
this can be sign of downfall and bad omen

if I can wipe the tears and distribute food
Kind words which may prove to be good
providing shelters and taking them out of wood
Medicines and food along with fresh supply of blood

These are all impracticable and idealistic views
May not be shared by many but only few
Thoughts may peter out as morning dews,
Headlines may appear but not as good news,

I may not venture and go for big move
Try at least for apprehensions to remove
Let needy dream and wait for good words
If not men but blessings from the Lord

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Feelings of Inadequacy

Most of the problems people today face...
Are not tied to economics.
Or financially traced.
Most of those problems are delusion based.
With investments made to escape,
Feelings of inadequacy.

People have been fed deceit.
And it has become part of their lives.
Crime on the rise on urban streets...
Can be attributed more to the feeding,
Of suburban greed!
And the spread of isolated ignorance.
Defended by insecurities.

Those 'us' against 'them' theories used,
As tactics to uplift causes of segregation...
Has degraded the very folks,
Who have provoked their own demise.
With lies seen coming to destroy their dreams,
Emptying into abandoned philosphies once worshipped.

And believing themselves worthy of exclusive gluttony!
Chosing to ostracize those who spoke truth.
And now they are on the pursuit to find escapes.
But the price they have paid,
Has closed those exits!
To leave them crazed.
Praying their visions of an apocalypse,
Is realized.
To afford them purpose, identity and reason...
For their misguided beliefs!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Grew My Hair Out

I finally grew my hair out.
I had tried before, but it frightened me.
It grew large, thick, black and wavy,
The hair my ancestors gave me.
They wore it long and free.

I finally grew my hair out,
And a friend said 'You look like a Greek god.'
And I said 'Which one? '
And he said 'I don't know. The chubby one that drank wine.'

And I thought about red wine
And the delighted laughter of women
About the hooves and horns
That I'd hidden inside my head
And had forgotten about, before I ever knew them.

But they were there all along, waiting.
Then I grew my hair out.

poem by Edward Allen
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