Those Browbeaters Are Out In Droves
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions
Those browbeaters protest,
With an exposing of their selfishness.
And demand an attention to focus on their needs.
Regardless of the sacrificing done,
Of those historically
Forced to exist to please on bended knees.
Browbeaters like these,
Insist their standards valued should be those
Unopposed by the ones seeking,
To diminish inequities.
The ones with a consciousness
With beliefs that equality benefits humanity.
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions.
But those restrictions must limit
The feeding of greed,
That has depleted with a decreasing
All aspects of the economy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Ball They Choose To Bounce
Although they have been persistent,
With requests to free them from limits.
They wish less restrictions of government,
In their perceived over governed lives.
But yet...
During national disasters they expect,
The government to step in quickly...
To save their dreams from floating down streams.
And a catering to their needs immediately.
They protest with voices raised,
That the government intends to 'socialize' their days.
And a capitalistic system already depleted of feeding greed,
Has agreed to respect and honor their pleas.
But yet...
They become surprised and upset,
When cuts to their entitlements are proposed.
To balance a budget needed to impose.
And those who had advocated this,
Begin to poke out their lips.
When it is learned and discovered,
The first on the list is granting the ones insisting...
For those less restricted wishes.
'Someone, somewhere misquoted our desires.
You see...
Our wishes were for you to cut 'their' entitlements.
To leave the ones we deserve to remain intact.'
And that ball they choose to bounce,
To announce themselves independent...
They want it to be bounced back,
To be debated and determined...
As to when specifically that independence begins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Thought Of Restrictions To Limit
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
There would be no heights to reach.
There would be nothing sought to seek.
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
There would be no growth to see.
Or seeds to plant to bloom and be.
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
Expectations would not exist.
And life would be meaningless.
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
Life would be meaningless.
And expectations would not exist.
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
There would be no heights to reach.
There would be nothing sought to seek.
There would be no growth to see.
Or seeds to plant to bloom and be.
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
Commitments would not make sense.
Commitments would not make sense.
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
Commitments would not make sense.
Commitments would not make sense.
If I thought of restrictions to limit.
If I thought of restrictions to limit.
If I thought of restrictions to limit...
Commitments would not make sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The NFL, and I've played a lot of years for them, and they have a lot of restrictions on their players, they have restrictions on their licensees, they have restrictions on everything.
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They Want
They want!
Only with restrictions.
Restrictions are applied.
And they decide,
This is not what they want.
They want to be involved.
But with limitations.
When those limitations are accepted...
They seek to diminish them.
Since they are accustomed to pointing fingers.
And that is all they want!
With appropriate approval for their flaunting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pre-conditioned By A Doping Done
Wider are those eyes closer to full open.
Those once hazed,
With a focus directed...
On amusement and candied fantasies.
Bittersweet on tongues are messages tasted.
Messages nibbled...
From those who delivered them,
Considered once to be traitors, mavericks...
And patriots,
Carrying thick chips on shoulders...
And indifferent to steadfast policies.
Are now regarded as heros...
Who sacrificed their own lives,
To get others to 'see'.
'Get up off your knees and pay attention! '
Voices exclaimed,
From positions ostracized.
'You have been pre-conditioned by a doping done.
And duped to sleep like sheep.
Not one, not some...
But 'everyone'.'
Wider are those eyes closer to full open.
Those once hazed,
With a focus directed...
On amusement and candied fantasies.
'Get up off your knees and pay attention!
You have been pre-conditioned by a doping done.
Not one, not some...
But 'everyone'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasies Enriched
With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.
Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.
Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.
However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fears And Pointless Restrictions
With an over concern of image and appearance,
And how one is perceived physically...
By others who pray to escape from temptations,
And removed from thoughts of committing sins...
As determined by their religious affiliations!
It is not a wonder why...
Many have decided to let God be the judge,
As they live their lives without trying to hide.
And free of those fears and pointless restrictions,
Some feel forced to adopt to place upon themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Death Of Restrictions
The death of restrictions,
Has been determined a suicide.
And those driven to weep in grief,
Can not decide what to do...
With the rest of their lives,
Without being directed.
Or whom to follow behind,
With steps to immulate...
To re-enact an imitation.
The death of restrictions,
Has been determined a suicide.
And those driven to weep in grief,
Can not decide what to do...
With the rest of their lives.
And left to feel abandoned,
Since not too many...
Have offered any sympathy.
Or willing to empathize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never say never, for if you live long enough, chances are you will not be able to abide by its restrictions. Never is a long, undependable time, and life is too full of rich possibilities to have restrictions placed upon it.
quote by Gloria Swanson
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The Bar Has Been Raised Much Too High
There is a standard set,
In the best of an idealistic premise...
To keep as a measure,
That checks one's advancement.
But expectations lowered,
Will eventually affect...
Those once kept high standards.
Slipping to catch the absence of discipline.
And with a mediocrity achieved...
To come alter the notion of ambition,
A proclamation introduce will claim...
The bar has been raised much too high.
Especially for those...
Seeking their need for attention,
And remedial assistance.
With no guarantee for achievement.
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
This is declared from a robotic voice,
Programmed to monitor classroon activities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Collection Sessions
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
Bring back my fantasies.
Don't remove those concepts...
Or those needs.
I was raised to accept philosophies.
Based on beliefs,
My worth was purchased...
Financed, mortgaged and taxed
With a long term lease.
I was raised to have 'things' and things I wish.
Now I'm told none of this may soon exist?
Is this a joke?
Is there a punchline with it?
If there is I just don't get it!
But I have a degree to do what I please?
All my life,
I've been teased to acquire these!
As a remedy to obtain a life of ease.
And now your saying,
My piece of pie is denied?
And it has 'moments' left before it leaves?
Who put you up to this?
To lie to me?
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
What will my neighbors think?
If I show nothing that I've gained?
With repossessions I face.
And everything to lose...
Except for my shame!
In collection sessions?
My life wasn't lived for that goal to aim!
Bring back my fantasies.
Why are you torturing only me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Addicted Feeding of Spoiled Greed
Change for many is unbearable.
It is feared.
A life known lived,
In accepted stagnation...
With those corrupted leading the degradation,
Is familiar and preferred.
A slower decline into devastation...
For those who distrust truth,
Is heard and followed until this is allowed,
And occurs within the minds of those 'conservative'.
With delusions again winning like a surging herd,
Over common sense entrapped without defense.
People miss and hunger for...
Their sweetened fantasies.
Although it has been stated more and more,
The economy can no longer support,
This addicted feeding of spoiled greed...
That has depleted all vision of demanding sensibilities.
Who are the 'centrists' against 'liberalists'?
With their wishes...
For a return to cobbled streets!
And a dimming of consciousness.
Wanting more to be free to live selfishly!
Even if it means to do it in total darkness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definitions That Evolve
As is now defined...
Time and our minds change.
So do definitions that evolve,
To erase and lift limited restrictions.
Leaving us to redefine meaning.
And why we exist,
To fable our lives lived...
With a fictitiousness.
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions
If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.
They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.
With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!
These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Initiated to Protect Their Diminshing Freedoms
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
Too many convinced,
Their way of life defended...
To them had made sense.
With an allowing to leave them,
To be indifferent.
And all today who now can see,
Have come to realize...
Their priorities lived have been deceived.
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
And now today no one can escape,
What has been valued...
Has been reappraised.
With a wish for comprehension,
And a spreading of empathy will come their way...
As more and more on warring shores,
Find themselves caught up...
To free their minds,
From a raging craze that with them stays.
Initiated to protect their diminshing freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Generational Theft
They talk about 'their' principles.
'Their' values,
Standards!
And 'their' land.
They talk about 'their' rights.
'Their' rules and restrictions.
And who is not correct in etiquette!
With 'proper' social grace...
That makes them uptight!
They talk about themselves,
And 'their' interests...
That has led others on the brink,
Of a global blight!
But nothing has been mentioned,
Of the spread of this disease...
That has blinded them,
Of a consciousness with sight!
And 'their' way of life,
Has caused severe harm to humanity!
That has created an economic devastation.
Keeping them in fear.
And awake at night!
And...
They campaign,
To lay the blame...
Upon others for 'their' shame!
Referring to 'their' own need,
To feed 'their' own greed that has bled them...
'Generational Theft'!
And yet...
They have planted these seeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surfaced Emptiness
I close my eyes...
And no boundaries appear.
I open them and quickly see...
Restrictions that are limited.
And labels placed,
That are believed.
Although unclear...
To one who perceives.
I feel emotions,
But taught them not to express.
I am confused by those,
Who have open conversations.
But only to address,
A surfaced emptiness.
I close my eyes...
And no boundaries appear.
I open them and quickly see...
Restrictions that are limited.
And labels placed,
That are believed.
Although unclear...
To one who perceives.
I question with answers expected.
Although I am told,
Curiosity killed the cat.
But if cats have nine lives to live...
Why should my questions,
Threaten death like that?
I am not a cat.
I want to learn!
And that's a fact.
I've stumbled and fell,
To my knees that were scraped.
Most of what I've comprehended,
Has been done by making mistakes.
And if 'censoring' teaches anything at all...
It teaches that one man's truth,
Could get him exclusively blackballed!
How hypocritical can the expression be...
'Do as I say!
And not as I do! '
Mean to today's youth...
On pursuit,
To living lives wholesomely!
Senseless without a point,
Seems this journey!
Senseless without a point,
To hunger with a yearning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any voices or fantasies, he lives with. Those are his everyday life things.
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As Those Unconscious Sleep
If not for love of humanity,
Would they outspoken speak?
If satisfied with injustices,
Acceptable would these observances be.
Why are some thoughtful?
Why others not?
Why do many dropp their priorities,
To try to stop such inequities?
If not for love of humanity,
Would they outspoken speak?
If satisfied with injustices,
Acceptable would these observances be.
As those unconscious sleep.
Upon self righteous fantasies to keep!
These are the lives lived and wished.
To be as far away from those in need.
And complaining to others,
How those deserving have no right to exist.
How those deserving,
Should be ignored and dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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