Surfacing Misdeeds
Those who proceed,
With their subtle campaigns...
To position themselves,
As a victim of another.
And the misdeeds they've done,
Have yet to be uncovered.
Will expose their objectives,
To be suspect.
Especially when the routines,
They use are often connected...
With the hiding,
Of those surfacing misdeeds.
As others take notice of their familiarity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Me Ask a Question
Let me ask you to share for the point sharing, is that an objective?
Victim or not, stories must be told.
Not for sense of position.
But maybe just to let people know your living.
Everyone has their own misdeeds to proceed as false claims.
You hear of them everyday.
Are they connected with the objectives?
That really depends on the person.
As individuals we are all different.
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Breaking All The Rules
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.
I can feel it!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much Is Exposed
Patterns undeniable.
Stitched to conceal
A seamlessness of misdeeds.
With a portrayal of purity...
Even those kneeling in prayer,
Suspect.
These routines are meant to disguise.
To hide intentions as days go by.
Without a light to shine upon the dark things done.
But a higher consciousness arrives.
And with eyes closed,
So much is exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Retribution
I doubt seriously,
If anyone dances with glee...
To know someone has received a retribution,
Done for the doing of their misdeeds.
It's just in the doing of these misdeeds done,
Someone that does them...
Should realize the consequences paid,
Will to them someday come with no excuses made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suited To Be Tied
In time,
All crimes...
Expose themselves,
For what they are.
No matter how small.
Or notorious!
Clouds shading Sun,
To hide and protect what has been done,
Come to light!
Eventually.
And injustices committed,
Are lifted to acquit.
Sometimes with a reluctance,
Expressed on faces of sickness.
And those suited and tied,
AND tried for their criminalities...
Discover,
They have been uncovered...
Indeed!
And found suited,
And tied.
Confirmed and confined,
To spend much time...
Locked behind bars,
For their misdeeds!
And dressed in inmate fashion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haunted By Their Own Misdeeds
One should never base their opinion given,
Received from another...
To judge someone else with purposes to defame.
The outcome to them delivered by such actions...
May not return the same to shame.
However...
The chances that the consequences faced,
Seldom embraces them to favor.
Since most people are often haunted,
By their own misdeeds.
Squeezing from their minds,
A comforting of rational sensibilities.
Left to themselves they are.
And abandoned.
To convalesce on their own alone.
And a wish to sleep peacefully at night,
Is rare.
As unfamiliar sounds come to creep in the silent air.
'Who's there? '
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
'I can hear your footsteps.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
'Slowly...as a stalking panther,
I can hear you coming up the stairs.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
And when the dawn comes to find them shaking,
Crotched in the corners to hide from darkened shadows...
Lifted.
It is soon discovered,
A door thought locked and bolted had been left open.
Leaving them to wonder...
How many visits like this will be repeated?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ones Unaware
There is no sense in hiding.
What does one hide?
And from whom?
Formulated identities,
Are what they are.
And this people see.
What is hidden is not invisible.
An obviousness is there.
The only ones in hiding,
Are the ones unaware!
There is no sense in hiding.
What does one hide?
And from whom?
Misdeeds done...
Eventually come to bloom.
For all to see.
From those places no longer assumed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Afraid To Be Revealed
There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.
Their misdeeds directed have come to affect their minds.
And the years of deceit now have come to surface.
In illnesses they try to numb.
With prescribed drugs to keep them hidden.
But eventually...
Truth shows what they have done!
There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.
But their agonies...
Keep them from peacefully sleeping.
Their agonies keep them constantly weeping.
With no escape...
From the misdeeds they can not shake!
Or from them go away!
To live lives for them that have been totally fake!
And they may or may not know...
What they've done to others,
Those that were not aware of it...
See it cleary.
Because truth always shows,
What has not before been exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With High Expectations To Be Forgiven
It never ceases to amaze me,
How those doers of misdeeds...
Can excuse themselves from them,
So easily.
And...
With high expectations to be forgiven,
They forgive themselves...
Before the victim mentioned gives consent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scandalous Decisions
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects...
Implanted.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Bullying has lost magic.
And building up fears just-to-feed-a greed.
Has got some demons pleading.
The rights of all are doomed!
And gloom is what's ahead for those trusting...
For others to remove their lusts!
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects,
Implanted.
And...
Soured demons try,
To disenchant these days.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Connected (Love & Life Poem)
We are connected to this life by many threads
Which we only notice when they are broken
Whether family, friends, work or welfare, all
Pull us apart in different dimensions in time.
You are connected to me by small pleasures
Which we only notice when we stop giving
Whether interest, intent, wish or wisdom, all
Pull us apart in different dimensions in space.
We are connected to each other for ever now
Which we only notice when we are apart again
Whether travel, trust, freedom or failure, all
Pull us apart in different dimensions in love.
poem by Ian Beckett
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With Beliefs Their Misdeeds Are Not Perceived
No one achieves heights of success,
Professing what they have done...
Is at their best.
When what they have taken,
Is from someone else's nest.
To impress with accolades,
They expect to get!
Perhaps 'temporarily'...
They may strut in a charading,
With claims to attest!
But a theft is what it is.
And eventually faces protest and regret.
Upsetting not the victim...
But those who deceive,
With beliefs their misdeeds are not perceived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Safety Nets For Them Have Been Severed
A horrible mistake initiated,
Will never again bring the aggressors rest.
They will find their minds disturbed for their crimes.
And the innocent ones who were murdered by lies...
From heaven will here those demons scream.
And for all eternity...
Their misdeeds will keep them haunted.
In a hell where they will sit imprisoned,
With their peers!
As a sunset upon them...
Begin to expose their look of fear,
They can not hide this...
But to all it appears!
The safety nets for them,
Have been severed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Earth Belongs to All Humanity
An escalation of hate,
Does not a peaceful existence make.
Agitated by deceit and greed.
And those who believe,
They can enforce conflict...
With restrictions that succeed.
This illness that heightens,
Within those who feel they can impose their rights...
Will bleed a prolonged defeat.
And all will see.
No peace or rest will come to them at night.
This Earth belongs to all humanity!
Not for the few,
Who wish to do as they please!
And very foolish are they,
Who proceed with these misdeeds.
Restless are those with souls like these.
Restless will they be for all eternity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beat Down Those Creeps Found
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Get to caring.
And sharing.
With those you held close.
And love the most.
With forgiving that can come...
And forgetting what was done!
When they weren't the only ones...
Lieing on the run!
Get to caring.
And sharing.
Don't wait to repay...
A 'shade' somebody gave to you,
That you should let fade away!
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Forgive and forget what was done,
When they weren't the only ones lieing on the run!
Or sleazing in discreet with misdeeds they release!
You don't have to be like that to whoever you meet.
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Beat down the creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down those creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down the creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down those creeps found.
Beat down those creeps found.
Beat down those creeps found.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under The Skin of Those Misguided
Those who chose to poke their jokes,
At the expense of sincere folks
Seem to be missing in action these days.
Perhaps realizing they are
It never pays for those intentions made,
To select those defenseless and unknowing
Of the extent or depth of one's misdeeds.
Because
Those same misdeeds done,
Have a way of crawling under the skin...
Of those misguided.
To teach lessons to leave unforgiving,
Mental treatments difficult to diagnose.
And the best medication can not numb,
Or relieve
The consistency of a permanent stinging.
Especially when those acts provoked,
To joke and poke sincere folks discreetly
Usually develop from one's unconsciousness.
Making it hard to prescribe a process for specific healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ecologically Speaking
What more than life is more precious?
Ecologically speaking!
And why does it take a crisis,
To begin to realize this?
Wreckless deceivers,
Have always been in the midst.
But time appears not to be on their side...
To hide their lies.
And this is recognized.
Life for them has become more precious, again.
More than the pocketing of fortunes.
Since no where on Earth could it be spent.
Not if life as we know it ends.
With a rush to mend and fix mistakes,
Misdeeds created will be hopefully corrected.
To allow greed to proceed as if unaffected.
And nothing at all learned to feed from lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept In The Worshipping Of Fear
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
Those who have turned a blind eye,
To allow this sleaze to slither...
While dancing to the beat and 'weeding',
Have made this investment for their children.
With dividends to rhythmically stay high as a goal.
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
And those who have remained on their knees,
Praying to be released from this reality they've created...
Without knowing to 'whom' or 'what' they pray to,
Have brought into their own lives their own set of demons.
To ensure they are kept in the worshipping of fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Suspect
He forcible had sex with her!
For he overpowered her in a struggle;
But this suspect was caught by the police after the victim reported the case.
Smelter,
Sultry,
Oppressive;
And like the dark thick forest!
But this suspect was caught by the police after the victim reported the case.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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