To Flee From Their Own Willfulness
Will there be a scramble for lifeboats and flights,
When the seriousness of life...
Finally dawns in those minds that have blinded truth,
From their eyesight.
Will the absence of logic instantly find common sense?
And where will folks go,
To flee from their own willfulness...
That implemented the spreading of a successful ignorance.
Will people stop to pack luxuries,
In leather bound suitcases and branded designer bags?
And where will they take their 'priceless' items...
To isolated islands where the beaches are free of oil slick?
And where will they take their mindsets that are somewhat sick?
As they seat aboard exclusive spaceships,
Heading to other planets in beliefs...
To repeat their wickedness will bring to them relief!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suitcases Don't Have Wings
Small bags big bags
Black bags white bags
Suitcases hey hey hey
For work and for play
Crammed full of things
Suitcases dont have wings
White bags black bags
Complete with one-way tags
Dragging us down
Ever closer to the ground
All the time they sing
Suitcases dont have wings
Big bags small bags
That behind us we drag
Past present and future
We cram so much in n' gotcha
We've been forgetting
suitcases dont have wings
All bags every bag
That we painfully drag
Drop them at jesus feet
Cause all ur needs he'll meet
Suitcases hey hey hey
They get in the way
Drop them if you want in
Suitcases dont have wings
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything Today Is In a Collective Bin
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose.
That attracts to their past actions.
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten.
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose,
To regurgitate from an hypnosis done.
That has enraged the minds of the blinded ones!
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten,
Just to indulge themselves in entertaining whims.
Not caring about others...
But them, them, them!
They wish to conquer and win.
But what?
Is the argument?
And from where was this insecurity fed?
That jeopardizes a security,
To bring upon their chosen soil...
Blood donated and shed!
'They fight to incite their on insanity,
Without consciousness or insight.
To where would they flee...
When the poisons have worn off,
Of their bitter thoughts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem For Us
this is the sign
at the entrance of the Oracle of
Delphi
Oedipus, he says, you must stop,
right here, in the middle of
an ignorance,
you know what happens next
when you know
finally the root cause
of this misery
You will finally be free
until you become
blinded
by the Truth
You chose your own
Destruction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Surrounded By Calm and Clear Seas
Hypocrisy has got to be the center,
Of their beliefs.
Racial profiling is done.
Anyone who has been victimized,
Know it is common.
Racism exists.
What 'is' and 'is not' legal...
Is based upon preference.
Values and mentioned 'standards'
Are permitted by those,
With mindsets limited.
Confused are the people,
Who say 'aliens and immigrants'...
Invade upon their selected diversity!
Even though their activities...
Isolates them further,
In a feeding that deceives.
Despise they do with a bigotry.
Accusing 'that one' them and they...
As those who have depleted their sense of quality.
And yet...
Some folks perceive this planet Earth,
Belonging to them exclusively.
With a taking away from others,
To do exactly what they please.
Whether that is done upon these shores...
Or on remote inhabited islands,
In the middle of oceans.
Or accepting the hospitality...
Of unsuspecting natives,
Performing spiritual rituals.
And living peacefully...
Surrounded by calm and clear seas.
'We are behind with unconscious minds.'
~Well...
At least part of your comment is correct!
We 'are' behinds.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Set Free
(reed)
Ive been set free and Ive been bound
To the memories of yesterdays clouds
Ive been set free and Ive been bound
And now Im set free
Im set free
Im set free to find a new illusion
Ive been blinded but
Now I can see
What in the world has happened to me
The prince of stories who walk right by me
And now Im set free
Im set free
Im set free to find a new illusion
Ive been set free and Ive been bound
Let me tell you people
What I found
I saw my head laughing
Rolling on the ground
And now Im set free
Im set free
Im set free to find a new illusion
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Left Behind
Sometimes when people are leaving a train,
Behind them, personal belongings still remain.
It is totally amazing what items are found
Each day, on London's busy Underground.
The shelves at Lost Property are very neatly lined,
With an array of items, that people have left behind.
Here are just some of the things, they have retrieved;
Some items really have to be seen, to be believed!
School bags, containing a flask and lunch box,
A stuffed Japanese puffer fish, and a stuffed fox.
Purses, leather wallets, and bunches of keys,
Hats, scarves, gloves, and numerous brollies.
Walking sticks, crutches, and the odd wheelchair,
An array of children's toys, including teddy bears,
Briefcases and folders, containing important notes,
A selection of clothing, including jumpers and coats.
iPads, iPhones, memory sticks, and laptops,
A collection of shoes, socks, and flip-flops.
A whole library of books: fiction and fact,
Suitcases and holdalls, still neatly packed.
Works of art, by artists, both modern and old,
Many items of jewellery, both silver and gold.
Prosthetic arms and legs, and sets of false teeth,
Bags of groceries, including joints of fresh beef.
Cameras, video-cams, and pairs of sunglasses.
Baby buggies, skateboards, train and bus passes.
Hundred of items are left behind every single day;
To Lost Property, these items soon make their way.
Some items, with their owners, are soon reunited;
Owners are very clearly relieved and delighted.
Some items wait for many weeks for collection;
For them, nobody seems to show any affection.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Feelings of Inadequacy
Most of the problems people today face...
Are not tied to economics.
Or financially traced.
Most of those problems are delusion based.
With investments made to escape,
Feelings of inadequacy.
People have been fed deceit.
And it has become part of their lives.
Crime on the rise on urban streets...
Can be attributed more to the feeding,
Of suburban greed!
And the spread of isolated ignorance.
Defended by insecurities.
Those 'us' against 'them' theories used,
As tactics to uplift causes of segregation...
Has degraded the very folks,
Who have provoked their own demise.
With lies seen coming to destroy their dreams,
Emptying into abandoned philosphies once worshipped.
And believing themselves worthy of exclusive gluttony!
Chosing to ostracize those who spoke truth.
And now they are on the pursuit to find escapes.
But the price they have paid,
Has closed those exits!
To leave them crazed.
Praying their visions of an apocalypse,
Is realized.
To afford them purpose, identity and reason...
For their misguided beliefs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Been Booted So Scoot
Mismatchd mates fight.
In arguments..
Over who did what wrong.
Inspite of who is right.
And which one makes more sense...
To convince the one incensed!
Both are stubborn infidels,
Yelling to end a relationship...
That has been sitting precariously,
On a dubious fence.
While anyone listening in on this,
Wishes they both shut up.
And seal their lips.
Instead of making loud noises.
And breaking up stuff in fits.
Anyone listening to this nonsense sits down.
Or creeps to the wall without making a sound.
To hear very carefully...
With hopes the floor doesn't creek.
As they tip toe around...
To get their ears close as possible,
To what is near...
And going down!
'I saw you cheating on me,
With that home wrecker living across the street.
If you believe that sleaze is better...
You can get up from here and leave.'
~You aint my momma or my poppa.
Stop trying to control everything I do.
I'm not the one pleasured in midnight specials.
The dogs and cats know that rat is you! ~
*ooo...ssshhh.
This is juicy.*
~You don't have the authority,
To tell me what I can't do.
I will do what I please!
Your booty aint that good to screw! ~
*Lawd!
Now YOU know...
When the booty aint right,
That starts a fight.
ooo...this is juicy*
~If anyone here is going to get up and leave...
You're the one that's going to do it.
And if you don't,
I'll call the police.
And when they arrive...
I'll lie to say you've been hitting on me.~
*Lie-uh! *
~Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
Pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
You and and I are finished...
And that door you're going through!
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot!
You don't have to bother,
To put on your shoes.
Just pack your bags.
I've had it.
Get up and get out.
You've been booted,
So scoot! ~
*Don't you dare!
I wont get this excitement anywhere.*
**Horace...
Will you come from over there,
And sit down!
You are worse than you say,
My nosy friends are! **
*Sssshhh...*
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exclusive Booty
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
But...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo!
And today that's hard to do,
Wanting it exclusive too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Not Equipped
The only case they have,
Should be a 'suitcase'.
Packed and ready to carry.
And/or dragged behind them.
Even though they have depleted the economy,
With unprecedented selfish greed.
They are still pleading to bleed it,
On credit and loans.
With people moaning about a way of life,
Based upon the right to take away from others.
And attacking those,
Who in the past have supported their whims!
With a wish that a newly elected president fails.
And he is the only one left with the credibility to save them.
The ones that could have prevented their miseries...
Had been the liars and thieves,
With no integrity at all.
And they praised them for these false images.
If they wish one with integrity fails...
What does that say about the mindset of the people?
Are they wicked 'and' mentally sick?
Or just not equipped with a consciousness?
One that has been nourish on common sense.
Or all of the above?
'I would say that depends on the luggage.
Are those 'bags' they carry or drag behind them,
Louis Vitton?
If not it doesn't matter.
Folks have been blinded by design! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kickin' It With My Chick
'Hey dude,
Whatcha been up to? '
Just kickin' it with my chick.
Tryin' to make it.
And doin' my best not to be depressed,
During these economic times.
What about chu?
Whatchu been up to?
'More or less my game is the same.
Tryin' to maintain and ignore the pain.
And ain't tryin' to focus on what I ain't got.
But diggin' on what I have.
And glad about it.'
~And some folks ain't choking up with tears.
Doing what it is they gotta do.
And some folks may not wish to show their fears.
Knowing how to take life as it is.
Those 'down' with the hustle...
Ain't confused!
They're not the twisted megamix.
The ones who lived life tricked and slick.
And pushing high rised wishes to the top.
Or condo lounging liquor fiends...
Demeaning those whose luxuries have stopped.
Or repossessed by their request.~
'Hey dude,
Whatcha been up to? '
Just kickin' it with my chick.
Tryin' to make it.
And doin' my best not to be depressed,
During these economic times.
What about chu?
Whatchu been up to?
'Seein' things as it is.
Stayin' motivated and keepin' positive.
Prayin and keepin' my faith...
That's what I choose.
I ain't gon' bust a gut over it.
It is what it is.
Truth has left me naked.'
~They're not the twisted megamix.
The ones who lived life tricked and slick.
And pushing high rised wishes to the top.
Or condo lounging liquor fiends...
Demeaning those whose luxuries have stopped.
Or repossessed by their request.
These folks are for real.
With concrete mentalities.
And have learned to deal with reality.
Broke but not delusioned about these times.
Broke but they ain't trying to find tragedies...
To occupy their minds.
They're not the twisted megamix kind! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here to Breakdown Barriers
Please.
No need to apologize.
We all have a reason to misinterpret.
And yes, I do agree.
They should regard it a privilege,
That I am in their presence.
Ain't too many of me up in here!
Providing 'urban' insight.
From a point of view,
They believe from TV 'should' be...
Full of venom with tidbits of hate.
Because I am a black man.
Raised in projects they have created,
And made ghettos.
I do not serve that kind of mentality.
You see...
I know I have more to offer.
And I give it to them for free.
I am not a Huxtable.
Although I greatly appreciate Bill Cosby.
He too delivers from an insight fresh!
And as a writer/poet...
I do my best to express from a consciousness,
Much broader than the confines...
Of mindsets defined by one's color.
And from me,
People do get those experiences and observations...
Far beyond fenced in divisions.
And from me,
Expressed!
Not based upon beliefs or limitations of ignorance.
Those boundaries I wish to stretch!
And many might find that offensive,
Since it represents an intelligence unrestricted.
And some wish more ethnicity to see,
To classify me.
I defy those branded standards.
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
There are too many of those architects.
And I do not apply my insights,
To those aging blueprints I detest.
Yes.
And those who say they judge folks on their character?
Should not self annoint themselves as judges at all!
That's the point I make!
Again...
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
Or provide a safety net...
For those insecurities yet to heal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Increase Of Its Popularity
The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.
Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tests To Teach Those Reaching For Light
Recycled racism...
Does not do a thing to lift,
Anyone out of this intentional darkness.
With insecure criticisms,
Of those feeling a deliverance
To have all see them as other than misfit!
It only confirms,
A shallowed ignorance...
Kept medicated on illusions,
That a way of life isolated...
Is envied!
But by whom?
Preserving stagnation,
Rots those who die from inside.
With mindsets that feed their own genocide!
Although their acts to produce perfection...
Keeps them divinely blind!
In beliefs...
It is 'they' and not God who rules,
And keeps them lost...and yet, alive!
As tests to teach those reaching for light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Keep Up With the Times
It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.
With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!
And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Controlled and Fenced
The sickness that continues to brew,
In the minds of people...
Should be of no surprise at all!
It is a succession of events.
Witnessed by those with common sense.
And those who are lost...
Continue to pay the cost!
And that price is getting rather dense,
For those with mindsets kept controlled...
And fenced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sedated
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
As if they have been...
Sedated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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