The Most Precious Attribute
They are fed violence,
They are fed destruction.
They are fed conflict and disrespect.
Lack of discipline and personal neglect.
They are fed racism, division and hatred.
And yet...
There is a notion,
That the raising of children fed these priorities...
Marketed and sold as video games or shown on TV,
Is not going to have an effect on their minds.
'Excuse me...
Let's all turn a blind eye on these 'approved' activities.
And support with attention...
The art of accusation! '
When did denial become the most precious attribute,
One could hope to obtain?
~Hey...
That sounds pretty good to me.
Parenting has never appeared on my top ten list.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Disgusting How Our Standards Are Being Degraded
Why didn't witnesses stop a gang rape?
Why are there shootings on our streets?
Why are there crimes committed for everyone to see?
Why is there homelessness and hunger?
Decadence and disrespect?
No discipline and racism.
And all of this marketed without end?
On TV screens and movie houses.
And video games sold and made for our children.
To entertain their temptations, whims and sins?
Who knows 'why' witnesses didn't stop a gang rape?
Maybe everyone wanted to get a shot at being on 'reality tv'.
OR...
Maybe they were fascinated by the idea of public sex!
You know how these kids can get?
Where do they get such values?
And it is disgusting how our standards are being degraded,
Isn't it?
'I for one,
Am deeply appalled! '
And 'all' have been deeply moved to apathy.
Which is the correct reflection of this society.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children Need Their Fathers
The mothers are now saying,
Their children need their fathers.
But weren't they they ones,
Who kept the fathers away?
And had the law hunt them down...
After having the courts chase they,
With warnings to keep their distance...
From these same children,
The mothers are saying...
Need their fathers!
And the fathers...
Who have discovered a peace of mind,
Are no longer trying to find excuses...
Why their fatherless children,
Seem to be out of their minds.
No matter who tries,
To blame their lack of discipline...
With no respect to others to show or give,
And put this on their shoulders...
To claim this is a reaction to their absence.
People who make decisions with ignorance,
Are always guaranteed to put their activities...
In the path of someone else to fault and shame!
'How many children raised by their mothers,
Compared to those raised by their fathers...
Have issues of discipline?
Or sit in prisons?
As a direct result of those who have created,
This statistic...
As if it had developed on its own!
Like hunger, homelessness and racism.'
~Excuse me?
I think you are looking for the excelerated classrooms.
You've stepped into a remedial one,
By mistake.~
'I'm sorry.
I was getting eye contact.
And immediately I thought they were paying attention.
Where are the excelerated classrooms? '
~Up those stairs, take a right...
And they will be the ones,
Where the light is shining bright.
You will not miss them.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dangerous Precedent
Children are failing at an alarming rate,
In public schools.
They can neither read nor write.
Quote or recite,
Anything...
From approved and acceptable literature.
However,
They do excel and achieve high marks...
At rapping and the playing of video games.
This reality is not 'becoming' a threat.
This reality IS and has been a threat,
To anyone who can see...
What the future ahead is going to be.
And the defending of this IS and has been...
A sick reflection of one's addiction to delusion.
For anyone to perceive themselves,
To be intelligent enough to say
Such freedoms to prevent,
The continued demoralizing decay
Should have such freedoms taken away
Is setting a dangerous precedent.
Has just learned what that term means.
And has decided using it to defend their ignorance,
Will gain them personal attention.
The 'dangerous precedent',
Has been in allowing the absence of respect and discipline
To infiltrate the minds of children who are raising children,
Believing the act of marketing sex and decadence
Is going to overnight produce a society of upstanding citizens.
While illiteracy becomes a prerequisite,
To obtaining a Master's Degree in Physics.
The 'dangerous precedent' had already taken effect,
When the building of prisons began to become considered...
As rehabilitation centers at the taxpayers exorbitant expense.
The 'dangerous precedent' began
When the flowing of crime hit the streets.
And anyone expressing an embittered reaction against this...
Was rumored to be 'negative' and disgruntled,
About the truth of a pretentiousness no one sought to face.
But today
People are blaming those in leadership positions,
For not being strong enough to protect their interests.
Or fight courageously to uphold their rights to entitlements.
Yeah!
It's in the 'water'.
It 'has' to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolated And Distant They Are Detached
There are so many people out of touch,
With life, themselves, others and their surroundings...
That the word 'Reality' could be painted ten feet tall,
On the side of a jumbo jet...
And they 'still' would try to convince those viewing it,
What appears is not yet in their vision to believe.
That's how isolated and distant they are detached,
From themselves, their minds to accept the comfort...
Of living in denial and rejection.
'Get away from me.
You are always talking with negativity.
These children today are no different than we were.
They are just seeking to be hugged and loved.
It is foolish to suggest they express disrespect,
Because they lack discipline, identity and a swift kick...
Where it can be felt.
I have always shown my kids by example,
They can do whatever they please.'
I agree.
Where are you going?
'Both of my 'babies' are in prison.
I am bringing to them some cookies...
To ensure them I am in their corner.
And to let them know,
I understand them completely.'
What a good parent you are.
'Thank you for noticing.'
It's the 'system' isn't it?
'The what? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncomprehending the Healing Aspects of Listening
Starting all over again to make things better,
Will do...
What?
Make things better?
And for who?
The very same people who allowed destruction?
Those responsible for the creation of conflict?
People refuse to identify themselves,
As the culprits!
Or deny they hand picked their own enemies.
To refer to them as terrorists.
Who began the outsourcing of jobs?
To send them away,
At the expense of cheaper labor.
Whose products were deemed inferior made?
So other products would be savored.
Who began the marketing of decadence?
To find money easier to be had and spent!
Who stood by to watch unruly children?
As disrespect was ushered in...
With a greeding of deceit,
Making a mockery of discipline!
And the rise of racism is on their own land.
The affects of this,
They themselves began.
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
Aren't these the same people who made it clear...
Their way of life was much endeared.
Aren't these the same people,
Who had values and standards...
Better than those they now say they fear?
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
A self examination has of yet for them to begin.
This should be prioritized as a revelation for them.
But they remain in denial.
Uncomprehending the healing aspects of listening.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Video Violence
The currents rage deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
Up in the morning, drinking his coffee
Turns on the tv to some slasher movie
Cartoon-like women, tied up and sweaty
Painting and screaming, thank you, have a nice day
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
His heart is pounding he switches the channel
Looking for something other than rape or murder
Or beatings or torture but except for walt disney
Its a twisted alliance, this age of video violence
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
The current rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
Down at his job, his boss sits there screaming
If he loses his job, then life loses its meaning
His son is in high school, theres nothing hes learning
He sits by the tv, watching corvettes exploding, cause
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
No age of reason landing upon us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Down at a bar some woman is topless
Shes acned and scarred, her hair is a mess
While he shoves 5 dollars down her exotic panties
The video jukebox is, ah, playing madonna
While just down the block at some local theater
Theyre grabbing their crotches at the 13th beheading
As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die
The currents are deep and raging inside
The currents rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
No age of reason is landing upon us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Our good working stiff looks a whore in the eye
Ties her to a bed
While he beats her back bloody and then back -
- at home, drinking more instant coffee
Calls some red-neck evangelist that hes seen on tv and says
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
No age of reason is landing upon us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep upon us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep down inside us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Pastimes
Fixed in place to market escapes,
And entertain with distractions.
Pastimes divert to deviate numbed minds.
Collective mindsets daydream of holidays.
Days off and vacations with pay.
Await patiently to negotiate opportunities,
To become officially lazy and approved.
Pastimes are expensive to initiate.
And advocate dysfunctions of all kinds.
Especially thjose feeling entitled,
To disrespect, neglect, stay lazy and get paid.
Pastimes dedicated to waste,
And have quickly replaced discipline...
Have to come to an end.
Statistics have already proven them to be,
Too costly of an investment with no dividends coming in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Believe They Are Ageless
The streets are full with aging teenagers.
And those who believe they are ageless!
Irresponsible and socializing their whims.
Those who can not get enough of 'happy hour'...
24/7 and some!
Those are the ones who befriend their children,
With a lack of parenting and a breakdown of discipline!
Those are the ones who confront teachers,
To defend their disrespecting children...
As if that is an honor to show up,
After their offspring have been tossed out!
And those are the ones shouting the loudest.
They can not understand why their children aren't learning!
Those are the ones...
Who do not listen.
But argue their voices aren't being heard!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Guiding Mode
I have this theory about raising children.
To play with them is fine.
As long as time is given,
In the providing to them meetings with discipline.
However...
To play with them AND wanting to be their friend,
When in the guiding mode,
Is not advisable.
I know of no child respectable,
Who only knows fun and games.
And those boys and girls only exposed,
To playing with someone everyday...
Grow up to be adults,
Or something that appears as such...
Without wisdom shown on display.
And...
It hasn't been for them made a necessity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The violence that you inflict
The violence you inflict in the boy
Is the same violence that he will
Inflict with his peers and
Even friends through and through
From the small petty matters of
His childish games to his
Affairs in school and then to
His fellowmen in the bigger
World and it will go on and on
And then you read the papers
This morning and feel threatened
By the violence that the world
Has inflicted to itself to every
Famine stricken country with
Bullets and asphyxiating gases
And weapons of mass destruction
You ask me and I will tell you
It started with you in the form
Of some discipline sticks and
Mongo beans that you impressed
Upon your little boys and girls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Turmoil Conflict Of Soul
pretenders
hack mind
games lack
turmoil
conflict of
hurt soul
real pain
is rarely
expressed
in words
coherent...
groans
heart sobs
bleed genuine
emotive conflict
when it is
vented
it labours
in emotive
sobs
vibrates
an exorcism
split division soul...
seeking atonement
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Voices Of Freedom
The currents rage deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Up in the morning drinking his coffee
turns on the TV to some slasher movie
Cartoon-like women, tied up and sweaty
painting and screaming, thank you, have a nice day
the currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
His heart is pounding he switches the channel
looking for something, other than rape or murder
Or beatings or torture, but except for Walt Disney
it's a twisted alliance, this age of Video Violence
The currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
The current rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Down at his job his boss sits there screaming
if he loses his job, life looses its meaning
His son is in high school, there's nothing he's learning
he sits by the TV, watching Corvettes exploding, 'cause
The currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
No age of reason landing upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Down at a bar some woman is topless
she's acned and scarred, her hair is a mess
While he shoves $5 down her exotic panties
the video jukebox is playing Madonna
While just down the block at some local theater
they're grabbing their crotches at the 13th beheading
As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die
the currents are deep and raging inside
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
No age of reason is landing upon us
this is
song performed by by Lou Reed
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18 Square Miles
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And is the home of over four thousand gang members.
Some segments of it,
Look as if negligence is tolerated.
And decadence celebrated.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And sits in a state that use to brag about its affluence.
Clearly with ignorance to salivate.
As disrespect for others is shown...
And lack of discipline and illiteracy,
Considered top rate and obviously condoned.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With hidden pockets of poverty.
Neighborhoods are divided,
Into sections like an apartheid.
With those who control this...
Absent of vision and intelligence free.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With racism practiced as a way of life.
And those who inflict their bigotry,
See themselves in a self righteous light.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And the affects of hunger and homelessness,
Is as protected as the theft that goes on.
The place is only eighteen square miles,
Of illogical standards valued.
Eighteen square miles,
Of blinded physical and mental abuse!
Reflecting a nation,
Unraveling from the inside.
And using those victimized as an excuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See This Negligence In Children's Eyes
'Where is 'my' beginning? '
I see this negligence in children's eyes.
I see their intelligent minds ignored,
By unfocused parents...
Who believe raising their children,
Is a chore assigned.
And not blessed by The Divine,
By design and...
Who art in heaven.
'Where is 'my' beginning?
To receive the attention I am not getting.'
And I don't wonder why,
When these children grow denied...
They despise their parents!
Or 'whoever' raises this sense of hate,
Created within their minds to find and ignite.
As if to spite their births.
When I recognize what is in those eyes,
From my own experience I use to choose to deny...
I deliberately make eye contact with these children,
Who 'know'...
When someone else perceives their feelings,
And this shows.
To leave them with a quick smile.
And that attention given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In It For the Sake of Image...And, Perhaps Contrast!
Free to be who I 'is' ain't cool.
For those who wish to depict me as a fool.
Or entertain their whims...
To fantasize my depressed beginnings.
I refuse to be ignorant.
I refuse to pretend,
My mind I don't use.
Or welcome an abused ending,
Of my life experience.
To be documented in an expedience.
With an erased historic contribution I make!
No time do I spend dreaming of wings in an afterlife...
With others in white robes!
As harps play.
While visions increase...
As I pray on my knees,
For a pair of golden slippers.
I have flipped that image!
I don't accept because I am black...
That I should expect to be kept held back.
Because I lack a qualified 'intelligence'.
Compared to those expressing none at all!
Except for those certified as approved robots!
I am not into kicking down doors for them to open.
Nor do I neglect with disrespect...
Those who elect to keep faith and hope.
Whatever their motivation...
I support.
But I do object to the use of symbolism.
It conflicts with the 'Everywhere And In All Things'
God Is!
Nor do I choose to hang out with those...
Who are taught to feel remorseful.
As they dope up,
To choke on 'good' weed...
With feelings to get 'high'
To increase a low self esteem.
That ain't me!
And I ain't seeking equality either.
Preached by leechers...
Who enjoy seeing me dance,
As I reach for 'their' expectations.
Prancing down the aisles of churches...
To release my last earned dollar.
However...
I do not object to those feeling charitable,
In my behave.
Donations I will accept...
Yes! Most definitely.
I am seeking to be me.
Without a rehabilitation stamp on my behind!
I said I accept 'charity'.
Nothing emblazed on my butt!
As anyone's piece of precious property.
And...
Without being branded a minority.
By those suppressing me with the falsity,
Of their superiority over me!
That's one lesson I never quite understood.
And failed.
I'm not living my life to claim limitation!
Or seek a Tarzan for rescue!
I was not raise to await those days to come.
Nor flee from obstacles!
That ain't me!
I have flipped that image!
And others...
Some my sit to equip themselves with!
In labor to discourage me.
And I have observed their numbers dwindling,
In frustration!
While they watch my every move...
The shirts on their backs are being sold,
To the highest bidder!
An updated version of slavery!
Marketed on Wall Street!
And my knowledge could have saved them,
From embarrassment.
But not once have I been asked,
How I manage to maneuver...
With their feet strapped to my back!
I think they had been doing that for the contrast!
Since they are just in it,
For the sake of image...
Sales.
And a bottom line,
That's borrowed!
To keep the gush of an ignorance,
That bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Violence and racism are bad. Whenever they occur they are to be condemned and we should not turn a blind eye to them.
quote by Cate Blanchett
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Exposed Behinds In Arrears
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Excuses with abuses have been ignored and accepted.
A process of ignorance has us all infected.
Accountability?
What is that?
Is that a new fad coming back?
And who is proposing it?
Those detoxed and now off crack?
Irresponsibility is a thing now that is the rage.
Of course folks are demented.
Who amongst us now is not absolutely crazed?
Bill collectors everywhere,
Are being pestered by the banks.
And they are dropping from the skies like flies...
Being caught in lies,
Tanking with worthless alibis.
'Naked is the beast...
That has nothing left to feed or eat! '
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Exposed behinds in arrears they show!
Using bounced checks to pay their bills.
Spending welfare money...
And shopping to supply their ills!
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Believe it!
These are conditions...
From compositions,
Played and heard!
But much too late to rearrange!
What had been due...
Is now too insufficient to correct.
Believe it!
We are up to our necks,
In a morality debt.
That has satisfied those who are virtueless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What children know (understand)
Children know laughter
They know tears
Children know peace
They know chaos
Children know acceptance
They know rejection
Children know joy
They know pain
Children know abundance
They know lack
Children know health
They know illness
Children know fulfillment
They know emptiness
Children know hope
They know dismay
Children know love
They know hatred
What they don’t know is WHY!
poem by Namie Elisha
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