Teleprompted Speeches
Teleprompted speeches
Prepared to deliver daily hype,
From those caught up in worshipping
The onslaught of their own dysfunctions!
And explanations are crafted.
Repeating disbelief,
In an accepted way as to not project
Total ignorance of the subject!
And lack of interest!
Direct eye contact is preferred.
There is something about it that can be trusted!
However...
So many are skilled at deception these days.
Watching one's brow furrowed...
Shows more frustration than truth is inside that head!
This hype keeps them up at night,
Hoping an obvious loss of credibility...
Will magically appear through presence and stature.
And all of this preparation is an act to deceive.
That's why they can not find peace in sleep!
The comfort of keeping their delusions scrolled.
Line after line defining times of crimes and corruption.
Hoping such methods will ease the shock that comes...
To those already numbed by marathoned appearances,
Of crooks protecting themselves!
And imaging leadership qualifications in expensive suits!
Duping hoodwinkers have one pursuit in their minds.
And that's to have you find them,
Worthy to represent...
Myths and beliefs that do not exist.
However,
The delusion to keep them as a process
Of a quality of life sustained in total fantasy...
And founded on criminal values,
Will maintain a christian charade.
And if these hypocrisies are attack...
At least the one who is elected,
Has to convince he or she has the experience
To lie brilliantly under pressure!
But the one not prompted to be perceived as packaged...
Should be selected.
However,
His competence and fantasticness overwhelms.
And they are not accustomed to that at all.
In fact that kind of commitment frightens them.
Nothing had they seen like this before.
Someone they can believe in comes.
And they are suspicious.
The others ready to perform their tricks...
Will lie in a minute.
Claiming what is seen on videotaped playbacks,
Has been misunderstood!
And this is what the people misrepresented,
Have been saying all along.
They have been misunderstood!
Teleprompted speeches will never reflect sorrows,
Or the patience they have had to endure...
Observing the costs of these self serving acts!
Written by folks so completely out of touch.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far...
It doesn't pay to practice.
There will still be malfunctions.
And no time to memorize which lies to tell!
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People Aren't Wearing Their Pretentions Anymore
One thing is certain.
And you will know this for sure!
Gone are those days,
When pretending to be someone's friend...
Has come to a halt!
That has finally come to an end!
People will be looking for evidence.
And just saying you have friends...
Is going to be more valued,
Than anything you 'thought' you owned.
The times we now live will reveal this!
And 'if' you have been working,
To maintain appearances?
Many will find those 'appearances' foreclosed!
Nothing they 'owned'
Can be shown!
Not so much from lack of payment...
But from an introduction to reality!
And 'this' many will find themselves lacking.
Since 'reality' for them produced no backing!
Few had kept track...
Of the importance of keeping,
Themselves attached to facts!
Now they run stunned,
From a truth that attacks!
A reality that crushes perceptions,
Of what is desired most!
Some will find a closeness is needed.
And deceptions will uncover...
Denials suffered and discovered.
With some in recovery,
Hopefully with others!
Someone is sought to be trusted,
These days.
And if you have rushed to purchase that trust...
Guess what?
You and what you have worked to achieve...
Is as useless as your fake smile!
That has been poisoned with this disease.
And 'that' is no longer the standard.
Or accepted like tantrums of a child!
Not in these times as folks are trying to find...
Something of substance that is far more reliable!
And a selective way of life and outlook,
Has become fruitless, unnourishing...
Outdated and passé!
Like judgements passed for quick trials!
People aren't wearing their pretentions anymore.
And you with your charades displayed,
May just find yourself...
Among those who are left,
Who are feeling not only guilt...
But a disgust that has been much betrayed!
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None Of It Desired Is Left To Protect
Use every element possible within your reach,
At your leisure.
Find it necessary to block the onslaught,
Of exposing attacks...
Upon a reality thought solid of unending facts.
Conditioned with beliefs kept as your secret weapon.
Keep them trapped,
And locked away in an unchanging mind...
As memories to discuss in debate,
With someone you would love to berate...
To find their theories of bigotry and hatred outdated.
One day you will awaken to discover the waste.
And your time spent dwindling,
Clinging onto delusions that are being removed,
From truth.
That same truth you used and filled,
With surrounding smoked screened fantasies...
Easily produced.
That very same truth,
You accused others you shamed and defamed...
Like so many who are now on the pursuit of sanity.
And anything that remotely expresses it!
Don't be surprised if lies you have kept sheltered.
With a wish to dissolve them from your existence....
Are very much alive and kept within your daily touch.
Remember this...
You fought to keep them,
Just the way they are.
And erasing them from your sight overnight,
Is going to be a challenge to regain and sustain...
Whatever you maintain is normalcy and correctness.
Since none of it desired is left to protect.
Not the way you suspect it should be!
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Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone
For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.
If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.
Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.
Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!
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Screened For Updates
When a lie initially told,
Is supported
With followup addendums...
For clarification purposes.
Does the affect of it,
Become more credible overtime...
Eleminating the cause to pause,
For plausabilities?
Or subjective doubts!
Once it is understood,
As a lie.
In its entirety.
And totally removed,
From the suspicions of reality!
To impact those accustomed to thinking!
Those familiar with the process of thought,
And deductive reasoning!
Now that it is packaged...
And complete in its deceptive content.
Prepared to withstand scrutiny.
And then...
On the other hand,
Should the teller be forgiven,
For not offering an apology
Knowing
That all lies told in the past,
Were not screened for updates...
Prior to their public exposure?
It would seem a savings of time,
And a waste of this mindless logic...
If those responsible for reviewing lies,
Were held accountable for their effectiveness
As they were being check for flaws!
From the very beginning of their creations.
And evaluated based on the believability
Held in sincere eye contact made by the speaker!
The one 'elected' to deliver them...
Without muscle twitches!
Only then can an abundance of lies meet with approval!
And told over and over again...
Generating the expected applause they are given,
By those devoted to every delusion conceivably embraced!
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Culprits Of Upheaval
People want their images to be left alone.
Even if those images created,
Have nothing to do with reality.
And only with reality do people have their conflicts.
To despise the truth as it is presented,
With a seeking to deem those who represent it...
As troublemakers.
While those who deceive them,
Are perceived as being misunderstood.
And 'if' given more chances...
They would bring more clarity to their nonsense.
As those who are the true trouble makers,
Will be revealed as the culprits of upheaval.
But what is needed to prove this,
Is more money to finance evil campaigns.
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Perceptions Of Reality
Rushing back to get their seats,
After intermission has been announced completed...
Are those happily deluded and deceived.
And entertained with beliefs,
That their perceptions of reality have been validated.
And hushed they become as if in pews listening.
Regardless if performers backstage,
Do the best they can to remember their lines...
Between acts to keep it real,
For the ones who have yet to experience to see...
How such beliefs kept are pieced together,
Only those priviledged have been picked to conceal.
Monologues like speeches are seldom sermons,
Unrehearsed without much practice...
To be remembered to produce the right effect,
That satisfies those with expectations.
Re-enactments practiced capture and attract.
And those who are skilled at this know how to 'act'.
To then have those mesmerized when they leave,
Soliciting to advocate to reveal to others on the street...
What it is they 'too' should accept and believe,
As a reality that has been recently confirmed.
With lessons learned to quote and teach.
As if scriptures few would realize have been re-written.
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More Tit and Less Tat For That
More tit and less tat for that.
That tat needs to step back.
Unwinding it,
Does not sit too well,
With all that's going on...
Whirpooling itself straight to hell.
Mouths shut all ears open.
All eyes wide and fixed.
These times are being removed,
From the hands of misfits.
Get over it!
Split or take a hike.
Whatever you like.
But the infighting enjoyed has spiked.
The days we live are not for children,
Who sling mud and love to back bite!
More tit and less tat for that.
That tat needs to step back.
Unwinding it,
Does not sit too well,
With all that's going on...
Whirpooling itself straight to hell.
You better snap reality back and quick.
Your sickness is about to get dismissed.
Whether or not you can handle...
It
The honesty of your ways that has created,
Your dismay!
Long before 911 became a condition,
To prolong in assisting in keeping your fears fantisized...
Whose quality of life has your ignorance supported?
Whose lies do you cling to as if in devotion?
Whose truth do you despise...
Yet ignored to create your own commotion.
And why...
Do you continue to allow your life this slide?
Into a cesspool you ride with glee.
That may not trouble you!
But there are many I see,
Who are in total disbelief!
As you wish to play tit for tat.
Your sickness has made you react like that!
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Your Point Has Been Well Made
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
With the aid of computerized corrected text.
There has been a definite downslide in the quality of life.
And less sense is made by those who become offended,
By those who elect to publicly mention this.
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
The proof of it witnessed will not be corrected,
Until the people see it is not a focus on a leadership believed.
It is within each individual to awaken from their fantasies,
To face the truth as it is.
With a stopping of a stubborn resistance to it!
'I find your remarks socially unethical and not acceptable.'
~I don't blame you at all.
I am one of the few who has refused to renew,
My season pass to the amusement park.~
'Well...
You allowed that to expire so get off your soapbox.'
~Your point has been well made.~
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In The End
Everyday and in many ways,
Our lives lived is another test to pass.
Like a taking of a quiz.
With answers heard that are daily given,
For a patience to wait to escape from reality.
And every few years people solicit...
With expensive campaigns,
In the supporting of a leader politcally correct...
Who will correct those sorrows and pains,
To remain us all who benefits and gains.
And in the end,
We get more accustomed...
To the bending of our backs,
With complaints of who is not delivering...
That accepted touch that does not affect delusions.
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Mentally, Physically and Spiritually Sick
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
They choose to disrespect one another.
Then proclaim desires for unity.
Observing them in their places of worship...
You would think heaven was on Earth.
The way they perform, dance and sing.
In praises to their hypocrisies.
And into their communities,
These hypocrisies with them they bring.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Tell them their children create havoc in the schools.
They deny this.
They want better teachers.
Tell them that crime is in their minds.
And they initiate it.
They demand for more police,
To prove you wrong.
Tell them they have no identity,
And despise themselves for who they are.
And they would cuss each other out.
On their way to church.
Pray to God and then quote scriptures.
With a love for God they say they thirst.
Come out of these dens of evil...
To cuss each other out!
Spewing scriptures and devilment,
From both sides of their mouths.
Then call you 'brother' or 'sister'.
As if they are invisible.
And nothing you've seen had played out like this!
Denying what has been observable.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Anyone exposed to this,
To digested it for what it is...
Know what these folks don't know!
And it is not a multiple choice quiz.
These folks have no idea,
They have psychological problems.
In their heads.
Between their ears!
These folks aren't aware,
They are mentally, physically and spiritually sick!
And anything that has degraded them,
Wouldn't be in their lives...
If they did not choose this to exist!
But no!
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions...
To continue to breathe exactly as is!
As if addicted to self righteousness.
Or...
Strung out on a massive crack attack!
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Put Your Boots On
If truth and reality had been the driving force,
That powered this weakened engine...
It would had all focused to remain on course.
And none of what now is offered...
To soften and buffer the suffering,
Would exist.
There would be diligence on the lookout.
Instead of self serving selfishness...
Stuffing pockets.
While passengers were being pilfered,
By an overglamorized hype...
About a quality of life.
Stolen right in their sight!
As those self righteous,
Took a hike!
Folks...
Here's the deal.
That engine is,
And has been crusting to rust for years.
Dry your tears,
My friends.
That engine you've depended on,
For the ride of your life...
Has died.
The ease of your journey has glided to a stop.
Put your boots on!
If you dare to look from your windows,
You'll be shakened.
The depression has progressed,
From a recession recently professed.
Yes!
Put your boots on.
There will be lots of BS...
To walk through,
To get to the next destination.
Bring your medications,
And prepare to numb your senses.
Yes!
Put your boots on folks.
And get ready to abandon those freedoms,
To do as you wish.
Or lower this reality on your priority list.
Put your boots on!
The engineer now in command...
Demands on hands on deck!
Be ready to wipe sweat,
Off Botoxed brows and tightened necks.
The heat from the cleanup,
Is about to be felt!
Put your boots on!
Your shopping until you dropp days,
Are done!
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For Those Who Are Disbelieving This
Even though the message has been absolutely clear...
There has been many attempts to re-write it.
Change its contents...
And defame the messengers,
With slander and atrocious accusations!
And each time that same message has been sent...
Those disliking the severity of it,
Have been exposed for what and who they are!
Exploiting the truth to delay its delivery,
Has not stopped the reality of it at all.
In fact,
That message did not need anyone to deliver it,
For it to become less effective!
The 'Supreme' Almighty has known the culprits...
Long before preparing His Wishes!
Now that He realizes visuals are more respected,
In ways these 'visuals' have not ever been seen before?
He, The Almighty, presents to us visuals,
On a grand scale!
And as clear as crystal glass...
We are all going to witness His Power!
Since many folks are illiterate anyway!
And for centuries many have depended on that ignorance,
To feed fear...
Separatism.
Divisiveness.
Confli ct.
War. Pain. Agony...
And a host of associated miseries!
To keep their greed,
Through the use of racist opportunities.
That nonsense is coming to an end!
And for those who are disbelieving this...
Will be seen fleeing from themselves.
And this will be a sight that enlightens.
Stripping all from the thought of deception!
And all who have been accustomed,
To living 'this' reality completely in deceit...
Will find themselves defeated,
Without one single defense!
Or an exit of shelter...
To rest and prepare for fresh masquerades!
Those days will no longer be available,
To charade that kind of existence ever again!
This truth arriving upon us...
Will not be camouflaged.
And concepts of God are going to be changed,
For the good and for those of higher consciousness!
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A Battle Going On In Their Own Backyards
The only ones that can see what does not exist,
And prevent others from succeeding...
To accuse them of being something they insist,
Is the reason and cause for a production of failures...
Are the very same people destroying themselves,
To blame with their fingers pointed at someone else.
They will praise standards and values,
Even those with microscopes can not find.
They will undermine those who protect them,
Regardless of their self-centered states of mind.
They will paint a picture of a perfect quality of life,
Then charge a fee to get a glimpse of it in a museum.
But a reality to embrace with a facing of their mistakes,
To correct and confess them as they are as visualized...
As seen with a clarity by those eyes removed from disguises,
Is a fight between the ones deluded...
And the many who have begun to confront them with truth.
With a battle going on in their own backyards.
To validate with determination and persistent ignorance...
That fools can and will emerge victorious in their own defeat.
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Implosion
Outdated methods to use conflicts,
As a means to uplift and feed societies has ended.
Rusting weapons have more worth as melting metal.
In these days of dying economies.
An implosion comes.
Those that once had now have not.
Pretensions have been expensive to maintain.
And the addictions of them must be dropped.
Since it has become harder for those images,
To be sustained.
An implosion comes.
An inside job performed by corruption, greed and government.
Ends.
And those stripped bare of essentials...
Will find themselves more prepared,
Than those with resumés...
Detailing their associations with wickedness.
Their abilities to manipulate are over!
Talents such as these have become obsolete.
And out of this 'bleakness' reality is discovered.
Revealing their fortune!
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Sugar Coating The Wholesomeness Of It
How can anyone look at a tree...
And not notice the leaves on it?
It's done!
How can someone not acknowledge,
A greeting said to them heard?
It's done.
Or the disrespect spoken from the lips of children.
And a total breakdown of discipline!
That too is done!
Truth is there.
Available and free.
Perhaps the reason for it not being sought as much...
Or has the popularity that fantasy and delusion flaunts,
Is its attachment and close association with reality!
And many people use that as an excuse not to deal with it!
And today...
Facing truth and reality,
Is more difficult for many...
Than it is to get a child to eat vegetables.
Without sugar coating the wholesomeness of it!
Making it an accepted game to play.
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
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Winds Eclectic
You do not understand where I am coming from?
Do I look stunned?
I am on the wings of reality.
It is a ride I have taken frequently.
And I am not surprised,
By your lack of comprehension.
Or that remoted look that appears in your eyes.
Nor am I in explanation mode!
To behold a stagnation you embrace.
To bestow upon those in hunger.
I have no need for that to be fed!
I feel winds eclectic on me.
Breezes from many directions.
In an isolated bliss that has come to assist,
In resisting conflicts...
Or temporary visits to twist me away from it!
Too many times did I find that willing to stifle!
The chaos.
The madness.
The accepted sadness hustled...
To muscle displays of fading bling.
For wounding songs to sing out of tune!
My vision is no longer clouded,
By those acts of self defeat to treat.
I am on the wings of reality.
Crab barrel free.
Although I can be seen in perfect view.
And I love that connection.
To be in and out of touch at will!
Without need to glisten a false sparkle.
To sit encrusted with overlayed embitterness.
I am on the wings of reality.
What I see so clear...
Has removed me from clouds,
That can mirage purpose with teased temptations.
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Insinuations Applied With Allegations
Today,
It would be safe to say...
That those ushered into hiding,
Can come out from wherever they are.
Since what is going on now,
By far,
Exceeds any displeasures....
They voiced that rubbed against,
Anyone who is not convinced...
More than worms have been released,
From sheltered and unopened cans.
Insanity seems far more in demand,
Than designer clothes!
I've seen more exposed butts in the past few months...
Than any revealed in a hospital delivery ward!
I've heard folks cuss themselves out IN church.
And then turn around in their pews...
To lift their hands up in praise!
Folks are crazed!
And they are seeking answers!
For these days...
Munched on like animals.
With a craving for more!
Gnawing until annoyed...
In fields they consciously grazed into a daze.
Of course...
It is not from their bad diets.
Lack of discipline.
Irresponsibility and lack of respect!
Of course...
It is not from their deceptiveness.
Character assassinations,
Done to perfect.
Of course...
It is not from a greed fed to children,
Who are protected for every crime they commit.
Of course...
It is not from corrupted politicians,
Reflecting the lawlessness of the government!
Of course...
It is not the visions marketed and sold on TV.
With remedies to heal sexual dysfunctions.
And glamorized news of highlighted crimes that appeal.
Of course...
It is not rascism some see that bleeds the economy.
With jobs exported overseas for more greed to feed.
Of course...
It is not a total break down of a quality of life at all.
Of course not!
Those are insinuations applied with allegations,
Successfully tossed aside!
And those coming out of hiding...
Can now witness their delusions being freed,
From tormented beliefs!
In a manner 'reality' keeps 'some' truths accepted.
While others are debated before they qualify,
To be tried!
Of course...
Not!
Not by those with accusatory eyes!
They still suffer from symptoms,
Teased by leftover myths!
'Garbage in/Garbage out...and loved! '
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How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back and Forth...Back and Forth!
Once it is determined,
A person has a 'special' rendition of life?
You know...
Someone 'we' may believe has a party going on...
In their heads.
And it is a private party?
It is sometimes better,
To pretend we hear the melody.
Especially if a desire is shown,
To communicate with us.
From wherever they may be 'inside'.
With all of the activity no one can hear outside.
But suspects 'something inside' occupies!
Although nothing may OR may not be there at all.
And we wish not to take chances and offend?
So we begin to keep our lips closed and nod our heads.
Hoping, eventually, a toleration overcomes us.
We begin to pat our feet.
And shake our heads slowly from side to side.
With eyes fixed we do this...
Wanting not to be noticed.
Slowly we begin...
Back and forth...back and forth.
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Back and forth...back and forth
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Keeping up with this sustained movement.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
Agreeing...
But not understanding,
What it is we agree with.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '
Back and forth...back and forth,
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Keeping up with a sustained beat.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '
And miraculously,
As if that Excedrin headache suddenly goes...
We find our minds in an accepted peace.
Numbed!
Yet peaceful.
And so proud we are,
We have kept our patience!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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