The Sun Sets On Their Backs
People today upset,
Expect the effects of change...
To be for them painless.
And immaculate.
Raised on delusions.
And entertained by a support of their whims.
People for centuries have been forced fed to feed,
On a way of life...
Slipping away and will soon from them leave.
Then one bright morning a dawning appears.
As one man seen bearing an image clear...
While another with rolled up sleeves,
Prepares to reveal what he carries.
With an anxiousness he says are facts.
And the people are torn between the two.
Hoping from their point of view,
Their fantasies will not from them be snatched.
But...
Nothing on the horizon appears like that.
A truth produced,
Is observed by those looking forward.
While those traumatized and rubbing their eyes...
Can not believe what they see.
As the Sun sets on their backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is More to Being This Blind
Look at one.
Then to the other.
One does not have to say...
They represent change.
That should be obvious!
Unless, of course...
Someone is in need of a 'cane'
To determine,
They can not see!
Since they are sightless.
And the light is too bright...
To reveal enlightened qualities!
And one comes forward and has stated...
Having had an experience,
They are better suited to deliver as foreseen.
After years of observing,
The needs of the people on the scene.
The very same people,
Whose quality of life has long been demeaned.
And one wishing to be selected,
To prove what is needed can be done...
States there is an advantage,
To have lived longer than the other one.
And the one younger...
Has rolled up sleeves and hands of dirt.
Proving to be the one not afraid of work!
There is much more to being this blind,
Than meets the eye!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angered That Truth Now Sits
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
The obviousness of it had yet to arrive,
In my environment.
And the mindsets of the people,
Were still locked into blocking...
Anything that dealt with truth.
When it was spoken,
Voices were raised in protest.
Accusations of being negative were mentioned.
People had become sensitive in the protection,
Of their delusions.
With a defending of their ignorance!
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
Today?
People are protesting the fading away,
Of their delusions.
They have begun angered that truth now sits.
Truth has declared it remains to stay!
And not make a temporary visit.
People have become upset with it!
And obsessed with the turning back of a clock.
A clock that has long ran out of time...
For them to find themselves and embrace reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fat Fed Leeching People
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is less from them to give!
A me-me-I-I society...
Hooked on feeding greed.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a leaner 'truth'
To soothe their whims.
Fat fed leeching people,
Poisoned to feed.
Don't understand,
Their demands are fading.
Fat fed leeching people,
Have been led to believe...
Deceptions and lies,
Reflect their real lives.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a less 'truth' than that 'truth'...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
UNTIL...
The end!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The Practice Of Madness Appears
People run,
Shedding from a fun...
They once had,
Under bright clear Sun.
But...
When all is said,
And their fun has been done...
People run.
People run.
People run,
Away from anyone...
Who isn't there to comfort,
To help them overcome...
Whatever it is,
That invites their fears...
When the practice of madness appears.
People run...
When the practice of the madness appears.
People run,
Away from anyone...
Who isn't there to comfort,
To help them overcome...
Whatever it is,
That invites their fears...
When the practice of madness appears.
People run,
Shedding from a fun...
They once had,
Under bright clear Sun.
But...
When all is said,
And their fun has been done...
People run.
People run.
When the practice of madness appears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing For More Of It To Define As It Sits
My point of view,
And how that is expressed.
Does not take nerve,
But a consciousness I posses.
I never thought my 'visions' would upset.
Since this Earth we all inhabit,
Is not my idea...
Created from a private concept.
Are eyes that shut closed?
And ears blocked from hearing?
What I see as concrete evidence...
Should not be debated if what is seen is near.
And today few things seem obvious,
Or as clear as it appears.
Yet so many people live their lives in fear.
And wishing for more of it to define as it sits...
Encouraged to stay in a prolonged visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hmph...People
Leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
I'm not talking to you.
'I see.
Then...
Who ARE you talking to? '
No one in particular.
It has been a while since I've said it.
And it is refreshing to know,
You weren't offended at all.
I remember the days,
My saying that would upset you.
'Why should I feel offended?
Or upset.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me,
Where I am going? '
What?
Where are you going?
'That's none of your business.
And I'm hoping that doesn't offend.
Now you can practice not getting upset.'
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
And I'm not a child.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
And what are you laughing about?
'I was only teasing.
I'm not going anywhere.'
Oh yes you are!
You're going to leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
People!
They will do anything to get on your nerves.
Upset?
As if I was that easily provoked!
Hmph...people!
'I heard that.'
Who cares!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Appears To Be That Way
Wait a minute.
Aren't they the same incompetent people,
Expressing with confidence...
Why they have a lack of competence?
'It appears to be that way.'
Is this the change being made,
We all can believe in?
'It appears to be that way.'
Is this the 'light',
Coming to poke holes through the darkness?
'It appears to be that way.'
Is this the rainbow that has come,
After relentless storms of anguish?
'It appears to be that way.'
Have you been affected by total disbelief,
And you are doing the best you can...
To stay on your own two feet.
And my voice you can hear,
But your consciousness has left...
To leave you unsure of your own footsteps?
'It appears to be that way.'
Hang in there.
But just don't stand planted,
To become more twisted by shifting winds.
'What are you saying?
I should be doing something else...
Other than just to hang in there?
With a going to somewhere with purpose? '
It appears to be that way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slipping Away
Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me
Focus on everything better today
All that I need and I never could say
Hold on people that slipping away
Hold on to this while it's slipping away
All that we needed tonight
Are people who love us and like
I know how it feels to meant
Oh and we leave here, the seas
Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me
Focus on everything better today
All that I need and I never could say
Hold on people that slipping away
Hold on to this while it's slipping away
So long
So long
Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me
Focus on everything better today
All that I need and I never could say
Hold on to people that slipping away
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Exhibit A
What appears,
Is a clear re-introduction of reality.
You can say it's Exhibit A.
The one quickly scanned...
When sweetened dreams,
Were distributed to be held...
In fat greedy hands.
Exhibit A depicted...
What would occur,
If deceit was released
To be inflicted.
But as always...
As temptations do.
Blind those who believe,
They are among the chosen few.
Those who are usually the ones left screwed.
Exhibit A...
Was not just there on display,
For folks to glance and walk away!
Exhibit A...
Though abstract!
Presented facts of discomforts.
Facts presented by those nonconforming.
Facts shouted out.
And now those degradations...
Come to visit,
Those who are being...
Economically tossed about,
In a suffering they were led to believe...
Would never be theirs to bear!
But...
No one prepared,
For Exhibit A to be harsh on them.
Not those who entertained their selfishness!
Not those who maintained and fed their whims.
Not today!
Not Exhibit A.
To begin all over again for 'them'!
And theirs.
Who flaunted their wares,
Without a mercy they cared to share!
What appears,
Is a clear re-introduction of reality.
You can say it's Exhibit A.
The one quickly scanned...
When sweetened dreams,
Were distributed to be held...
In fat greedy hands.
Now demanding full attention.
An attention that commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Readily Available to Bask In Whims
Now that the rush to acquire reality is 'on'...
There are many finding an unwelcomed kindred with it.
Like a long lost friend.
Or a relative once considered close...
But a day some time ago,
Too much truth was spoken!
And a closeness felt with others lost in a split!
And that friend and/or relative...
Said something shared,
And honest words were not spared.
Resulting in a stubbornness with feelings hurt,
Bared!
Sensitivities have their own consciousness.
These emotional scenes are dropping like frost on trees,
In most places these days.
And on more than a few faces.
People once caught up with themselves...
Have been struck by the effects of diminished delusions.
With the stunning sound of wake up calls.
Today in the now like 'now' has never been...
Truth has taken centerstage.
And many know 'not' was is next for them!
No one does.
But the chances for those,
Who have been dealing with life...
Away from alcoholic and designer drug devices.
Observing the moments free of escapades.
Will probably continue,
To live life less traumatized by denial.
A choice once accessed,
And readily available to bask in whims.
For the many now broken hearted without them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burst
The girl that I know that is always talking is quiet today
I noticed it this morning
Today she is bursting in to tears
I will be nice and leave her alone
She sounds upset about something
It is the weather I believe
It does strange things to people
Sometimes it maked people tired
Sometimes it makes people cold
Sometimes it makes people hot
The weather influences people's lives
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unoffensive and Comedic
Unoffensive and comedic.
That's how they prefer,
To sip upon truth.
With no hints of bitterness.
At least none that is directed.
To upset those already,
Traumatized by guilt.
And those who would rather not,
Review those wounds...
Knitted within a quilted smoozing.
To add a flavor that is scented,
To disguise the stench,
Of layered filth!
Care not to be reminded.
With a wish to leave these activities behind!
And left to maintain pretentions gained.
Built upon sustained fantasies.
And fed like nutritious milk!
Unoffensive and comedic.
That's how they prefer,
To sip upon truth.
With no hints of bitterness.
At least none that is directed.
To upset those already,
Traumatized by guilt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Past Tense Quick and Imminent
She may be tough,
With the right stuff.
But those viewing from afar...
Aren't quite ready,
To leave their door ajar...
For a woman to mandate,
What for centuries has from women been barred.
She may be strict,
With dictated wishes to end conflicts!
But those accustomed,
To sit on thrones only men condoned...
Are not going to have none of it!
And what she may represent...
Is an illusion that will not confuse,
Barons in control...
Who expect women to do as they are told!
Only one man selected can cool tensions mixed.
And 'if' people were wise,
That man they will pick.
To stop a declining power...
From becoming a past tense quick.
What happens within closed doors on isolated shores...
Is not the reality,
For those of true rule!
Who are prepared to turn their backs,
And leave all nonsense adored ignored!
These are not the days,
To praise a propaganda raised!
A tone of truth...
Comes to cement those of straying ways.
Fantasies have reached their limits.
And those unbelieving will discover this is imminent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got to Notice...
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You may regret.Someone you've met.
Then get upset.
When they just turn, and walk away!
That's how it is today.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate with such rage....displayed.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You'll be hated anyway...
Today.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Each and every day.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
Snap or pop your fingers,
As you hip hop down the streets.
Today!
People display such a craze!
And it seems to be 'okay',
This way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Corner People Thing
On the streets in our hometowns
They stand together...
Men throw cans in carts together
Learning to live and eat whatever.
All...
In the name of love!
They play together
Grow gray together
Walk, talk and think together.
All...
In the name of love!
These are the people cornered
On the corners
Begging for change and miracles
On the streets of our hometowns.
Together they expect a 'ship' or something better
Coming while they doze from a 'high' together.
Some would call bums of these lifeless 'go-getters'
All...
In the name of love!
These are the people cornered
On the corners
Begging for change and miracles
On the streets of our hometowns.
Warriors wasting their points of views,
On streets where all claim paid their dues.
Rubbing their hands to get warm in Winter's cold!
A corner people thing showing numbers...uncounted
Untold!
On the streets of our hometowns.
Note: 'A Corner People Thing' was composed
many years ago as part of my 'MindPrints from
Untouched Places' presentation. This was back in the 80's.
And I think it is even more relevant today.
This poem also appears in the collection,
MindPrints from Untouched Places, Vol I (the book)
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stampede
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
This is not a perception.
This is seen to be believed!
It is happening today,
As gossip told on ears received...
Many are being forced,
To reveal...
Truths unspoken to release and free.
Devastating fiction,
Created to distort facts.
Has produced a host of conflicts.
And those conflicts have returned,
Disturbing paybacks.
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
One must step quickly,
To clear a path for those who run.
A stampede increases...
As these people are clearly in fear.
They are frightened and appear...
Afraid of what is to come!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Times Like These Wont Leave
Oh it's amazing...
In these days and times,
People are still found to be...
In a deepened sleep.
And it's amazing,
In these days and times...
There are those still distant,
From believing.
And...
It doesn't matter if it's in their faces,
People are disbelieving.
It doesn't matter if it's colored blue...
People wont accept that color true.
They rather see it rosy and ready to bloom.
Yes it's amazing,
That people rather pack more on their backs...
With a closing of their eyes to facts.
It is amazing...
That people rather pack more on their backs,
With a closing of their eyes to facts and nap.
And it's amazing,
In these days and times...
There are those still distant,
From believing...
Times like these wont leave,
To keep them steadily creeping to be what they are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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