Thoroughly Exposed
The more a sleaze becomes obvious,
Why are people increasingly offended...
By those who mention its appearance?
And it seems that the ones,
Keeping their pretentions about this...
Are those who seek the observers...
Banned to censor and shun.
As if today,
It becomes easier...
To pick and choose,
A selection of those seeing it for what it is...
To abuse and defame!
When the players of that game,
Have been thoroughly exposed!
As they attempt to lay the blame on others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did You Pass or Fail?
Why is it easier to be arrogant?
Why is it easier to be cruel?
Why is it easier to be evil?
Why is it easier to hurt?
Why is it easier to an asshole?
Why is it easier to victimize?
Why is it easier to abuse?
Why is it easier to use?
Why is it easier to be greedy?
Why is it easier to be selfish?
Why is it easier to be self centered?
Why is it easier to steal?
Why is it easier to manipulate?
Why is it easier to lie?
My thoughts is it is a test to all man kind
Did you pass or fail?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Easier to Be Selective
Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!
Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.
Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!
Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.
And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.
With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.
Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observant To The Obvious
Sometimes I wish,
I wasn't so observant to the obvious.
Unlike many I can not pretend...
Something in my face is invisible.
And if I mention to others what I see,
They become offended.
As if what I have stated is a negativity.
'Why do you always look at the dark side of things? '
Well...
Increasingly what I see,
Blocks out the natural light.
'That's because your cup is half empty.'
Who do I thank for that?
Since most of those half full cup holders,
Like yourself...
Have yet to notice what has spilled over onto the streets.
And if that's not an acceptance of negativity...
A clarity defining it will never exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Root
How difficult is it,
For someone to pick from a selection of rocks...
To take one to wash and keep?
Would that same person have the patience,
Or time to give...
To observe all rocks be created,
To then allow that selection to take place?
That's how easy it has become,
For those to pass their judgements done.
When all they have to do is choose to do it.
With an excusing of themselves from everything else,
That connects to the development of the process.
Doesn't life seem easier to live,
When one's hands are not accustomed...
To being involved with the making of things work?
From the root to watch with a patience,
The direction towards which they may grow.
Or have that focused as their main curiosity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing To Them Dawns
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who the foolish people are.
And the support they are receiving,
By those who follow blindly behind...
With an absence of their own thought process.
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who has been depicted as nonconformists.
With a choosing to witness those sitting on a fence.
Debating between themselves to convince,
Which one is more logical and who makes sense.
As they try to impress who has the greater intelligence.
And the ones long depicted as nonconformists,
Now too impatient to listen to foolish arguments...
Find what others do no longer to their amusement.
With decisions they have made in times faded and gone,
To leave alone whether right or wrong...
Those remaining to debate over the obvious,
From Sunrise to Sunset and yet nothing to them dawns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Like An Awakening
People only see what they choose to see.
And at their convenience.
Even though what is seen has been there,
And observed by others for many years...
Who by now have become quite annoyed,
By those who have chosen to see with open eyes.
And all of a sudden have become advocates,
And champions...
Of 'unity'.
When at a time they did not want to know,
What was going on and could care less about it.
Since 'those' types of people created their own problems.
That's what they would say.
But today...
It has been made easier for everyone to 'see',
With minds being cleared of clouds that confuse.
And who has being doing what to whom,
Is not someone's 'vision' looking into a cystal ball.
And the value placed on denial and deceit,
Has increasingly faded the quality of life...
As well as those 'standards' upheld by those isolated,
In a narrow thought process.
There is nothing like an awakening to a truth that exists.
There is nothing like this when it happens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Hope To Revive Its Glittering Glow
Take and keep your faith placed high,
On your agenda that is prioritized.
It is the only thing you will come to treasure,
As having tremendous value...
When everything else you saved and praised,
Loses its effectiveness...
In diminishing measures.
When that which was prized,
You now come to realize was not true to you.
But was kept to impress,
Others' eyes...
Who themselves are witnessed now,
To cry and sigh because they've been denied...
The keeping of their pretentions polished with a gloss.
One that has lost its influence meant to keep you teased.
Something people like these only lived to breathe.
And today find themselves,
Suffocating and pleading on their knees.
The same people who faked reality!
That same reality now exposed as worthless.
But having many making attempts to resuscitate,
Its vanishing purpose.
With a hope to revive its glittering glow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop the mind games
You were always too wild a beast to tame
I suppose I have myself to blame
for falling into your mindless traps
Now crying and sitting on your lap
Your powerful grip
has set a spell on me
on this particular love trip
I can only now but weep
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
They have the same pattern
The are always the same
I suppose I have myself to blame
You pick up the phone
Then tell me you are speaking
to another lover for fun
Its only my jealousy you get in return
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my trust
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my time
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my self respect
Need I forget to mention
You never pay attention
to me in public
Telling me to wait
For a better show in private
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
Why don't you be brave
be straightforward
Tell me what you want and what you don't want
May be something good can still be saved
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Games, Gambling and Wars!
Playing game as training before waging war well
Kings, soldiers and all guys spent time in Chess!
As brave soldiers going to Mahabharata war then
All witness cricket players entering the field now!
Betting on cricket players go on outside the field
While spectators encouraging players as on arena!
Betting on horses in horse race after taking loan
There is no chance of knowing victory or defeat!
When game becomes serious after defeat both
Debtors and debtees have real fight to death now!
Same thing happened in Mahabharata epic too!
After dice game opponent became ruler ordering
Slaves spend 12 yrs. in forest and 1 yr. in incognito;
Then real war between Gauravas and Pandavas
Brought Lord Krishna to make dharma settle all!
If game becomes real act universal disaster is sure!
Games should foster friendship but not enmity ever;
Gambling should be banned for good of mankind sure!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Quick to Dump Their Junk
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump.
Quick to dump their junk,
And then start running.
Quicker to abuse their minds.
Quicker to find the time to whine.
And quick to say who's nuts...
And who ain't crazy.
It seems easier to walk away from people raging.
Easier to say who should be who they are.
Easier to start a fight.
Easier to say who's not living right.
And easier to be the one who sleeps at night.
Quick and easy it seems not to worry.
It appears some live lives free of mental strife.
Quick and easy it seems for them not to hurry.
When a life they choose to live,
Is not disguised by lies.
It seems some can take their lumps and not be moaning.
Or groan from Sunrise 'til that Sun goes down.
Whether they keep a faith.
Or pray every second of each day.
They don't walk around,
With a face to frown.
Why is it...
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump?
And why is it...
Some are quick to dump their junk,
And run?
Why are they...
Quicker to abuse their minds.
And why so quick are they to whine?
And quick they are to say who's nuts...
But they're not crazy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Card Short
(first verse)
Life's just a game
We all wanna win
Keep your hand a secrets
Unleash the monsters within
Sometimes it's over
Before it's even begun
If someone else get hurt
Then what have you really won
(chorus)
I'm always one card short
Always one day late
For once I'd like an ending
I can celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
I need just one more move
One final chance to prove...
I can win this game
(second verse)
Life's just a duel
That's how the world is made
But are we all players
Or are we being played
(chorus)
I'm always one card short
Always one day late
For once I'd like an ending
I can celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
I need one more move
One final chance to prove...
I can win this game
(third verse)
Is what happens next in your control
Are you doing what you want, or what you've been told
Do you choose the cards from your own hands
Or are we all just puppets in a master plan
One more move
(chorus)
One card short
One day late
Give me something
Something to celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
One more move, I'm gonna win this game
I'm gonna win this game
I'm gonna win this game
One more move, I'll win this game
Everybody celebratesecond verse
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The one game we all play
The one game we all play
We play games
To show our valour
And mainly to win
We do not mind going for coaching
If we feel we do not have the
Required strength to win
We play games
Either as a team or individual
The attempt is to demonstrate
That we are better talented
Than the team or member
Against whom we play
Nations enthuse people to play games
So that they add pride
Some games are played with
Gadgets and protective accessories
We have spectators to watch
The way we play
We have umpires and referees
Who ensure rules of the games
Are strictly adhered
And it is all a fair play
We play games indoor or outdoor
We play games in daylight
Or under artificial illumination
We score while playing
And the score achieved by a team or individual
In a specific time
Decides the winner
We telecast the games
We comment on the strengths and weaknesses
Of a team or individual
We conduct national and international
Tournaments to declare a team or individual
As champion
Irrespective of skills, race, gender
We all play a game
Which is played mainly to lose
It is an individual game
With no specific rules
With no umpire
With no spectator
With no commentator
With no TV coverage
With no scores
With no trophies
With no victory stands
With no top scorer
With no “player of the match”
But we play
Most of us like to play this game
Indoor and in closed doors
Decency and civilized ways
Do not allow this game being played in the open
There is no season for this game
It can be played any part of the day
And any part of the year
Summer, winter, monsoon seasons
Have no bearing on this game
The one requirement in this game is
Complete transparency and intimacy
Rules for this game
Vary from individual to individual
Rules also get refined
With the experience of the players
There are no restrictions to employ
Any method as both the players
Are determined to be the loser
Duration of play depends again
On the individuals
The game ends
Most often to the satisfaction
Of the both the players
In other games players declare
That they are retiring from playing
There is no retirement in this game
As players advance in age
They understand it is more a mind game
Outcome of this game
Are further more players
You guessed it right
It is the game of love
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People Love To Intimidate
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
Those people will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those who choose themselves to defend.
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
Those same people will pretend,
They don't know what is going on!
To then become offended,
By the ones who choose themselves to defend.
And....
The fighting never ends,
No!
People will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those they thought were weakened
And....
The fighting will not cease.
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
People will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those who choose themselves to defend.
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And...
People love to intimidate,
Even though they've been so wrong.
And...
People love to intimidate,
From night until the dawn.
And...
Then pretend with innocence,
How they've been the victims all along!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obvious Waste
There is no valued sadness here,
Displayed!
For signs they chose to ignore.
They now wish for laws to legislate their pain.
As their mindlessness increased...
So did the cost of their ignorance!
Turning their backs on those with solutions,
They now seek attention...
From those who have no intention to intervene!
Exposed dead weight,
Has been sought for decades to eliminate!
And what better time to do it,
Than now...
Today!
When it is easier to collect as obvious waste!
And even some of them will agree...
They only reflected needs to be lazy and greedy!
Bringing absolutely nothing to the table,
But an assortment of cheap 'whines' to taste!
And that does not attract others planning...
A festival all can sample and feast,
At the buffet!
This has always been a collective effort!
And poachers who leech...
Does not make this a cost effective presentation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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HEY? Are You Conscious?
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
And you sit there with a list of accusations?
Hoping someone will erase your frustrations?
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
'HEY?
Are you conscious? '
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daring To Be Self Righteous
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And we weren't judging the depth taken,
Of someone's moral fiber dipped in decadence.
From a point of view that criticizes,
While we live our own hypocritical lives...
Daring to be self righteous,
As we all continue to patronize the height of sleaze.
And doing our best to climb that ladder with ease.
With a feeling to be entitled.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
Although when publicized publicly...
There is a need instantly to defend a discipline,
That does not exist.
And when someone admits to us what we can kiss,
Immediately we become appalled.
With a wish to censor the innocence of 'children'...
Who are directly marketed to be as filthy as possible,
With the consent of all claiming to be 'trendy' and progressive.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And there was a benefit to our pretentions,
That were not so obviously seen cracking at the seams.
And our motives were not so obviously confused,
With a making of sense that today is nonexistent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Seek and Wish For That Which Is Correct
It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
To lie, deceive and deny...
Takes a toll on the mind,
Trying to remember too much.
And what was told to whom and when.
It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
Than to create fresh lies to be exposed over and over,
To be told over again without an end to them.
That can exhaust,
Even the most gifted of blinded achievers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.
I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.
And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.
And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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