Those Inclined To Be Most Radical
Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?
Intellectuals sitting back,
With theories and graphs...
To compare demographics,
Of those who might be lacking...
In social skills and tasks,
Have no answers when asked...
Why such acts are rising fast...
In their own backyards.
Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?
And those who pass their judgements,
On those who have less...
Are themselves most emotionally affected.
And yet...
They are the ones,
With their research completed and studies done...
Trying to convince their outlooks on life are practical.
But observation of these disturbing events...
Proves to anyone witnessing,
Who are the ones with common sense...
And who are those inclined to be most radical.
With a rampaging done they do to be excused.
'But isn't what you do a passing of judgement? '
If you and I sat here observing this with silent lips,
Would what is viewed still exist?
Or will our ignoring it...
Assist it in becoming less effective and fade away?
And 'if' it stays and increases...
Will I then be passing judgement?
Or be thought of as less patriotic?
Because it then becomes a condition of society.
You know me!
I only see what it is.
Not what it aint.
With a censoring done by those pretentious.
To claim 'negative' observations,
Are made by those embittered and disgruntled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Detest Those Kinds Of People
Please,
Do not interpret my giving...
Of an unsolicited opinion,
To be biased in any way.
Or as a passing of judgement.
I detest those kinds of people.
However...
Why were those folks invited,
To this exclusive party?
They look as if,
They have an absence of social skills.
I hope I am not approached.
What on Earth would 'we' have in common?
And I know for a fact,
People who live where they live at...
Are not what you might say,
Mentally equipped to comprehend...
Any of the subjects we will be discussing.
And...
Take a look at his shoes!
The last time they had a shine on them,
Was when he took them out of the box.
And that 'had' to have been many years ago.
I'll be right back.
I need a double scotch and ginger.
'I hear you.
I'm glad those people who pass judgement aren't here.
They would have a field day picking people like that apart.'
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Over Our Heads
I don't think you love me
Confusion settling in
I don't think I'll be staying
Around here, anymore
There's no question that I love you
But I'm living in my own time
And here I am debating
Whether I'm wrong, or right
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
All the promises I gave you
Helped me to survive
And all the times I wished you'd save me
You were the love of my life
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
I'm only passing by ...
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Delusions Of Grandeur
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice, you've got to cease
This fin-de-siecle pretence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In consequence
I cannot recommend
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
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For Those Nonaccepting
What is goin on here?
I have never seen so many people,
Walking around with limps.
Using walkers and canes,
As if to prevent them from falling.
And people with prescriptions,
To lessen their mental afflictions.
And the atmosphere is thick with sadness.
What addictions did they get to have them like this? '
'Lieing about others and to themselves.
With a denying of a reality to confront as is.
As long as they can get anyone,
To approve their delusions...
They are happy with their dysfunctions.
And delight in expressing their illnesses.'
WHY do you insist on remaining negative?
'Oh.
Forgive me.
Is there another version you would like to hear?
I do have one I keep to fantasize my observations,
For those nonaccepting...
With closed minds and blocked ears.'
Yeah.
Please.
Let me hear that one.
Lighten it up a bit.
'Once upon a time,
When the little girls and boys were told...
They could do as they please until they grew old.
And...
What it is they should do as long as they should live,
Is to ignore the truth since truth is wicked.
And running away from it is what they should do
Since a listening to it,
Came from those disgruntled.
You know,
Misfits!
And they should regard people like this,
Noncomformists and weirdos and mentally sick.'
Now 'that' is the version I prefer.
'You are not alone.'
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Abnormal
One who has lived a life protected,
With an encouragement...
To fear the making of mistakes.
Is destined to live an insecure existence.
With drama to traumatize on a daily basis.
They have been conditioned,
To perceive those who live their lives...
As they wish,
To be the ones abnormal.
With mental issues left to go unaddressed.
Although,
Those depicted as being 'abnormal'...
Are less inclined to be found,
Passing judgement on others as seen all around...
From a self righteous point of view pursued with conflict.
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From the Hollow Minds of Demented Men
Now the big boys with the bucks,
Argue who is right and wrong.
While the oil from the ocean,
Gushes up from a hole.
The oil made them spoiled.
And their souls have been sold.
And people witness the environment,
Being destroyed because of their greed...
And indefinite ignorance.
Everything that lives will suffer,
The experience inflicted by this tolerance.
Allowed and followed...
To benefit more decadence.
That now becomes everyone's to swallow...
From the hollow minds of demented men.
Who can no longer mask their wicked tasks,
Or their incompetence lacking common sense.
That has never been aligned with mental substance at all.
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Effective Etiquette
Representing a decadence this is...
Represents its existence,
As it is and this is clear.
To uphold values and standards,
Many rush to come to defend...
Is hypocritical in presentation.
When a marketing of decadence,
Does not offend.
Until...
One elected,
To sit in a prestigious position...
Lies and denies a taste for lust.
With an innocence trusted,
Adored by those upper crust.
But...
That trust becomes busted.
And pretentiousness kept,
Becomes betrayed.
And those who know...
Their values and standards,
Meet an acquired effective etiquette...
Are seen to be embarrassed,
By a smearing done to their politcal correctness!
Oh...
What a feeble web they live to weave.
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
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Decadence
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice
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Of Course. Yes
I love how decadence is praised,
At such raised marketing levels.
I can understand those disgusted,
And offended by having their values...
Held to untouchable standards,
Disgraced and humiliated...
By an affected younger generation,
Unaware that these conflicting contradictions...
Are not so much hypocrisies,
As much as they are separate ways...
To earn those disgusted a fast buck.
And allow their impressive pretentions to thrive.
'But...
Isn't this hypocritical? '
No.
Not necessarily.
You see...
When obtaining money is involved,
It does not matter how one gets it.
How one charades in the masquerading,
Is more important in appearance...
Than what is in one's mind to go unseen.
'Oh.
So it's all about the image of things?
The physical and not the mental? '
Of course.
Yes.
Don't leave here to trip.
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The Results Of Truth In Action
Never had I had the opportunity,
To have others rally in support...
Of my deluded accusations.
Nor have people rushed to my defense,
Based upon allegations I falsely made.
And after witnessing this in a process done,
By the ones who have had some come to their aid...
I can say with a gratefulness,
Happy am I that I have not been tempted...
To lie on others.
Paying the ultimate price,
To have time correct those wrongs to make right...
For those who have been victimized,
Does not achieve what deceivers expect...
When one's mental and physical health become subjected,
To live lives others can eventually see for themselves...
The results of truth in action.
Requiring little, if any, judgement needed to pass.
A payback delivered is in the proof of observation.
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Glad This Is Not My Issue
I have never been accused,
Of being patriotic.
Devoted or loyal.
Nor sacrificial to others' needs.
Whether known or not...
These activities,
Do not from other lips speak.
It has never been discussed,
How I would rush to the aid of others.
And entertain them with foolishness,
Just to see a smile come across their lips.
Although I've been called stupid on many occasions.
It has never been expressed,
My desire to do my very best.
Or to implement with discipline,
The tackling done of obstacles that come to test.
Yet...
It has been said,
I think I'm better than the rest.
Trying to impress.
I have heard comments stated in my face,
To berate what is I've attempted to do.
To then have it said...
I do what I do to seek attention.
As if there is something I need to prove.
'Can we all say, Lun-a-tic? '
And the more I value the quietness of my peace,
In a privacy I seek to protect...
I hear it said that I am lonely, eccentric and seeking friends.
And a public attention is what I address.
As I age,
I thank God my time has been spent...
In the validation of those things important.
And the sharing of events with those loved who are close.
If I had not...
I would not know whose life it is to live!
Or which of those with mental illnesses needing focus the most!
I am glad this is not my issue.
And I've got them too.
But not on these levels.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't A Coincidence
Creatures of habit.
And receivers easily teased,
By temptations eventually addictive.
And convinced that a marketing of decadence,
Will someday raise them on pedestals...
To the gates of glory?
And brave in their battles...
To inflict their way of life! !
Well...
It isn't a coincidence,
That the building of more hospitals...
And the producing of more prison cells,
Has been a direct reflection of their philosophies.
And those gates envisioned surround mental institutions.
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Knockin On Every Door
Hey now honey
You got to face the floor
You headed for the heart
But you couldnt find the door, could you?
Could you?
Well, Im standing in the sun
But Im living in the rain
I got to get a-whirlin like a human hurricane over you
Over you
Now youre looking like a fox on the run
And youre faster than a shot from a gun
Im pointing at you, oh you
Talking bout you, hey you
I thought we had love in store
You keep on knockin on every door
Babe, Ive seen it all before
You keep on knockin on every door
Aint no lovin you ignore
You keep on knockin on every door
Keep keep knock knockin on every door
You keep on knockin on every door
Hey now honey
Time is all youve spent
You moved into the bed
But you couldnt pay the rent, could you?
Could you?
In the twinkle of an eye
You electrify
I got to get a-shootin like a rocket in the sky, bye bye
Goodbye
Now youre burning like youre hot on the scene
Dont you love to steal a part of my dream?
Im looking at you, oh you
Talking bout you, yea you
I thought we had love in store
You keep on knockin on every door
Babe, Ive seen it all before
You keep on knockin on every door
Aint no lovin you ignore
You keep on knockin on every door
Keep keep knock knockin on every door
You keep on knockin on every door
I thought we used to have love in store
You keep knock knockin on every door
Hey babe, dont run around here no more
You keep on knockin on every door
Aint no sugar you ignore
You keep on knockin on every door
Keep keep knock knockin on every door
You keep on knockin on every door
Youd better learn your lesson now...
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Deeds Done They Do
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And why it happened...
To involve someone who had no idea,
They had been selected to be victimized.
And those initiating these activities with lies...
Are still pretending their innocence.
They are still trying to convince those unknowing...
They had nothing to do with the incidents.
And they had been the culprits who plotted the events!
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And the evilness of those who know,
They are involved!
I am not Sherlock Holmes...
So I could care less how that is solved!
And the bitterness I carry,
Will itself be resolved!
I am familiar with the environment
Of such wickedness and those of evil doings.
Choosing I have,
To ignore and resist it.
Truth is truth!
And does not remain concealed...
To protect those who chose to live,
Behind deeds done they do that are unreal!
They reveal themselves in time.
Their minds unwind in observation!
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So Happy I Am 'You' Said That
I am not one to pass judgement, normally!
And those who do pass it with wild abandonment,
With a disregarding done of specific rules...
Disengaged from using practical 'sensitivities'.
I offer my judgement to pass on this topic...
The Art Of Effective Parenting.
'If a child is disobedient and disrespecting enough,
To cause headaches and problems intentionally.
AND runs away from home at a young age.
Gone for two years.
Only to be recently reported missing.
BUT...
Had been discovered using a false identity,
In a foreign country.
To have done this illegally.
And that child now cries with regret.
But that country she has been deported to,
Has restricted her activities.
And no sympathy from them does she get.
WHO should bear the brunt of the blame?
'Anyone who claims to be held accountable,
For her actions.'
Well...
That is not going to happen.
'Then this is a clear reflection on the parenting.
Often left to be excused.'
So happy I am 'you' said that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoping to Regulate a Way of Life
Referendums on values and ethics,
Expressed from minds of those times not existing.
And glamorized as if they've lived...
To legislate those enactments,
Of deeds to follow with a lawful intent.
In movements preconditioned,
To make common sense a practical depiction.
But of what?
Pretensions masqueraded to impress in debate.
To prove to the masses a good use of paper weights.
Hoping to regulate a way of life much out of touch.
With a purpose to keep stagnated,
Within limitations crumbling from rust.
And ineffective as witnessed by those who distrust,
Documented incompetence...
Enforced to experience,
An out of control marketing of decadence assisted!
And delicious as topics to discuss as wished!
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Judgement Day
There will come a time when everything will have to end
When all the wrong youve done will be your only friend
and as the clock runs down you start to lose control
No one can save you now because you sold your soul
God wants to know - what you thin think youre doing
God wants to know - what is it youve done
God wants to know - did you hear the warning
I want to know - will I be the one?
chorus:
Judgement days here - now its time to meet your maker
Judgement days here - heaven or hell one will take ya
Judgement days here - think about the life youve led
Judgement days here - yeah! yeah!
Why do you try to hide, you cant escape your past
Youre not the first to sin and you will not be the last
Just do for others what you want done back to you
Cause if youre positive, God will see you through
Pre-chorus
The time is coming and the world is gonna blow
and only God decides exactly where well go
take my advice and listen to the words I say
If you live righteous then your life will be okay
Pre-chorus
chorus and chorus-out
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So Suitable Has The Outrageous Become
Is it befitting that the ridiculous,
Now
Is a way of life?
So suitable has the outrageous become,
That those seeking to shoot from the hip
With a telling it like it is,
With a voicing of it.
Are the ones today,
Finding themselves censored.
To allow the rise for the marketing of misfits.
And it was not long ago,
Those who were declared militants
With nationalistic wishes,
Were more patriotic
Than those elected to represent their contituents.
While those who promote decadence,
Have the bucks to demand
How much of the sleaze on the streets show.
Is it befitting that the ridiculous,
Now
Is a way of life?
So suitable has the outrageous become,
That those seeking to shoot from the hip
With a telling it like it is,
With a voicing of it.
Are the ones today,
Finding themselves censored.
To allow the rise for the marketing of misfits.
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Living It Will Be The Experience
Oh yeah...prove it!
You are always picking things apart,
To try to find something wrong.
Why can't you play along?
Oh yeah...prove it!
You seem to see life as negative.
And can not accept what is as is.
I hear you do this...
All night and day long!
Why can't you play along?
'I am not into games that remain the same.
Nor truth do I ignore!
If I witness something I question...
My mind will find answers,
To further in my mind be explored.
You see...
Poverty and homelessness,
In the midst of those who are rich.
To me is a sickness,
Of one's consciousness.
If observing this is allowed to exist!
People professing how great they are...
As they steal from others and watch them starve.
To me is a human tragedy.
And I don't accept this as how life should be!
I think of those who say they have faith,
But live everyday in fear...
Are fakes.
And I will be blasphemous and say...
Whatever 'that' is they pray to,
It isn't God!
Not the One I listen to and obey!
For truth and understanding to come my way.
And hypocrites who wish for materialistic dreams...
Are nothing more than opportunists,
Hoping to benefit from their lieing and deceitful schemes.
And if it seems I am 'always' picking things apart...
Perhaps I'm being oversensitive.
Too emotionally connected to a feeling and caring heart.
I'll admit that's how I am.
And from that I will not depart!
And I'll leave you with this to hear from my lips...
You and anyone else who feels I am negative,
Will come one day to feel regret.
Because the God I know,
Observing what I see that clearly shows...
Is about to make big changes,
To all your beliefs.
And is in the process to upset...
Everything you hold dear and cherish! '
Oh yeah...
Prove it!
'Somehow I do not believe,
That will be up to me to do it!
I already see the evidence!
Since everything you do,
Is making less sense!
Your entire way of life...
Is going through rapid changes.
And for you or me or anyone else...
Living it,
Will be the experience! '
Oh yeah?
Oh yeah?
You think you know so much!
'Well...
I'm not the one trying to hussle up a buck,
To get a cup of coffee! '
So whatchu sayin, man?
You ain't got no money,
To give to me for a cup of coffee! ?
'I'm not saying that at all!
I just don't feel like playing along.'
God bless you, my brutha.
God bless you, my brutha!
'Oh yeah?
Whatever! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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