Transfixed By Tricks
They can not quote any significant accomplishment,
He has made for changing a downgrade witnessed.
But They are aware of a downslide,
Allowed by those chosen to prevent a skid.
And reek a havoc
On a lifestyle they alone did.
With excuses to continue to abuse their rights,
For better lives!
So anytime someone says...
They want to put their head on the line,
To reverse their dread...
Gets their attention.
Since the others could care less,
About the mess they have made...
That has gone unaddressed.
However...
They still praise their gains,
With an attempt to drive all insane.
And have dragged many down the drain,
With claims...
This is done in the best of their interests!
Somehow this conflicts,
With a people awaiting for change.
And they have grown restless...
After awakening from being transfixed by tricks.
And tired of those with 'experience' who have done this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here...Use My Megaphone
Excuse me.
I didn't hear clearly,
Your last statement.
Did you say...
'How do I feel about negative comments,
Made about me.
In this community?
'Yes.
My words exactly.'
Would you like to go on a tour?
'No...I've...uh...no.'
I'm to care about what is being said about me?
Is that it?
By people who regard that more important,
Than what's going on in their own lives?
Is that it?
Have you seen their thoughts reflected on the streets?
'Yes.'
And I'm to care what they say about me?
I am hopeful one day they will awaken,
To at least appreciate and value...
The importance of hygiene, discipline and self respect.
And I bet they will come to find,
Me not worthy of that kind of attention.
Not the kind they need to focus with an addressing of it,
Missed and dismissed to get back and look at upon themselves.
Other than that...
They are a fabulous bunch of nutts!
'Do you mind if I quote you? '
Quote me?
Here...
Use my megaphone!
It's more direct.
In fact you can have it.
I'm tired of using it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Those Who Spoke Their Minds
The people who make claims,
They do not know what's going on today...
Are the same people yesterday,
That said the same thing.
And the day before that,
They pretended not to see...
Trouble approaching their doorsteps.
Or a devalued lifestyle full of tension.
And lacking an abundance of quality.
Remember those who spoke their minds,
Without excuses to make!
And were told they were negative?
Remember those who refused to be disrespected,
And were criticized behind their backs...
Because they sought better lives to live!
And did not masquerade to fake?
To eventually be chased away...
Slandered, backstabbed and betrayed!
The people who make claims,
They do not know what's going on today...
Are the same people yesterday,
That said the same thing.
And the day before that,
They pretended not to see...
Trouble approaching their doorsteps.
Or a devalued lifestyle full of tension.
And lacking an abundance of quality.
And 'now' they wish,
For sense to be made of this.
When the seriousness of this they had dismissed!
And those that were ostracized,
Have disconnected themselves from it...
Completely with lives lived free of conflict!
And blessed to have been mavericks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Closest Relatives
People hypnotized and transfixed,
Have grown more accustomed
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
So accustomed to myths,
People are.
And the praying to what is believed,
To what has been embedded
In their minds,
Exists.
People do not wish to be told,
About the thought process of Nature.
And how that goes.
Or about Earth and Mother Nature.
The relationship between them.
How that works and what they know.
People wish and desire to accept,
They are more powerful
Than that which 'allowed' them life,
And gave to them breath.
People reject with a dismissing of this,
That which gifted them and permitted their lives.
People have grown more accustomed,
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
Yet,
Give zero respect to their closest relatives.
The Sun, The Moon
And how together,
They affect their lives lived here on Earth.
People have chosen to become accustomed,
To ignoring as if they do not hear or listen.
Or are aware of them with comprehension.
People choose not to accept this as is.
People choose to believe from that which exist,
They are not born from it.
People choose for themselves to believe,
For them
There is no connection to perceive.
Even though what is they can not conceive,
Flows through their veins and bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Remote Chance They Are Not Aware
Anyone who obtains success,
With claims they are surprised by it...
Have been taught to express humility.
As if for them,
A getting of attention is not as wanted...
As much as the getting of applause given.
And the greater the accomplishment,
The bright glow of shock shows upon their face.
'I don't understand it.
Why would someone claw their way to the top,
Only to wish their claws clipped.
With an attempt to hide,
An undeniable ambitiousness...
That has proven them to be,
Worthy of the standing ovation.
As if it was not expected.'
Maybe...
There is a remote chance,
They are not aware...
Of their own talents.
'Yeah right!
And maybe a duck that quacks,
Isn't aware that the sound of it can be heard.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are Symptoms
Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.
Locally,
People were still stuck...
In a 'they' and 'them' mindset.
Having no interests in backyard events.
Not even to be curious enough,
To take a peek through the fence.
Set in their ways and making less sense.
Accepting and tolerating a decline of their lives.
Not wishing to cause trouble...
So they kept their mouths closed,
To minimize the hassle.
And made any complaints,
In muffled tones in their homes.
As if a disease had arrived to condone.
And one did!
Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.
Locally,
People were still stuck...
In a 'they' and 'them' mindset.
Having no interests in backyard events.
Not even to be curious enough,
To take a peek through the fence.
Set in their ways and making less sense.
And...
Babbling incoherently.
Pointing to each other as another would agree.
'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
'No.No.No,
She's sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
He is.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
THEY are.*
These are symptoms!
'NO! '
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms.
~No.~
These are symptoms.
Symptoms.
Symptoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disappointed
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
So many insist,
On not being aware of what they've permitted.
To then attempt to remove themselves,
Of any responsibility that reflects their involvement.
As if a conscious investment made...
Disappointed in the expected dividends given.
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Issues of Race
What needs are being sought and chased,
When issues of race...
Are manifested to prioritize and take place.
Whose insecurities are graphically traced?
With constant reminders,
Of who is superior!
And who should be disgraced,
As an inferior race.
There seems to be a heightened fear,
Among those choosing to protect 'their' interests.
Those that are clearly stolen and endeared.
Significant images of unlawful immigrants appear,
To be used as excuses to monitor and abuse...
Those who have rights within the same borders too.
What needs are being sought and chased,
When issues of race...
Are manifested to prioritize and take place.
When the natives of this land,
Had been strategically exterminated as a plan.
To remove from them resources...
With false claims and demands.
Who should really command?
Upon soil that has been spoiled...
By gluttonous and foreign hands.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Pay To Deceive
You know what has been made easy,
For many people to do?
Make declarations about others that are not true.
Then to have people convinced about it too.
Without the one chosen and selected to be defamed,
Knowing a thing about who has brought them shame.
Until those who believed that would advantage from this,
Are eventually discovered to become physically limited.
Or mentally sick.
If not witnessed to be suffering from both.
It doesn't pay to deceive,
With beliefs an accomplishment will be received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Right Here, Right Now!
when we buy clothes made in sweatshop conditions
in Asian countries, or elsewhere, because they're
cheaper, we are in fact supporting human rights abuse.
when we buy oil from Arab countries that oppress and
abuse their own people, and regulate women to 'second-
class slavery', we are a part of that oppression.
when we throw away or waste food while children
around the world are starving, we become the cause
of that hunger.
when we drive big suv's and trucks that get less than 15
miles to the gallon, we are the driving force behind the oil
spills!
when we sell away our own people's job's for a bigger profit
overseas, we become the victims of our own greed.
you say we cant fix everything, how can we be responsible?
our country gives more aid than anyone....
we give aid to the countries we profit from.
if we took the money we spent bombing other countries
into submission, and then rebuilding them... and spent it
instead on food and medicine and training for the impoverished...
would we not get a better return? would the rest of the world
hate us as much as it does now?
we are individually responsible for every choice we make, and it's
result! what we eat, what we wear, what we drive, who we vote
for, and whether we vote! ... what we watch on tv, what we read,
whether we take the time to help our neighbors when they need it
(cause believe me your turn will come, it does for all of us) ...
whether we do what we say, whether we give without asking
for anything back...
whether we stand up for education and equality and moral fairness...
and it all begins with being aware, being aware of our responsibility.
we all make mistakes, i've made more than my share... but i'm willing
to get up and try again and again... and to get involved.
it begins right here, right now!
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Better Sleep.
Suddenly it’s so tired that made me felt asleep.
Laid on deck no feeling slowly slept so deep.
No matter the sounds of how many beeper beeps.
I could not control myself has fallen sleep.
My tired body was unable to sit on my deck.
I pulled it go to my bed really took a sweet sleep
I did not care so many books on the deck junk heap
This is the first experience, I felt better after a little sleep
How wonderful I got back my good spirit.
After this experience I learned afternoon sleep.
In the passed fifty years I have never been so tired.
This might be a signal to train myself get rest.
It is why there in Perking teach children noon sleep.
Yes, sleep can help people get healthier.
Why not go to sleep when you’re tired?
You have better learn the advantageous sleep.
About sleep I remember twenty years ago one day.
My eye balls were uncontrollable automatically leaped
It was my experience during my long way’s drive.
That time I had to park my car aside to get half hour sleep.
I scared to drive any more when I really felt tired.
It is my serious warning to you won’t be risk on this.
poem by Albert Wong
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Hoping He Does Not Win
I am hoping he does not win.
He is much too good for them.
Let them continue to protest.
Stirring up division and racial unrest.
They've created their own unhappiness.
Why should he stick his neck out...
To help them rebuild their nests,
They have set,
Themselves...
To flames!
Alone.
And if he should win...
They would dump their crap on him.
Because that is what they do!
In everything done,
That they have ever pursued.
People who know this...
Know that is true.
Exchanging blame...
With accusations and false claims.
That is what they do best!
Let them clean up their own mess.
He has proven himself to be qualified.
But they should not be the ones,
On his back to ride!
They have created their own downslide...
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Point Has Been Well Made
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
With the aid of computerized corrected text.
There has been a definite downslide in the quality of life.
And less sense is made by those who become offended,
By those who elect to publicly mention this.
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
The proof of it witnessed will not be corrected,
Until the people see it is not a focus on a leadership believed.
It is within each individual to awaken from their fantasies,
To face the truth as it is.
With a stopping of a stubborn resistance to it!
'I find your remarks socially unethical and not acceptable.'
~I don't blame you at all.
I am one of the few who has refused to renew,
My season pass to the amusement park.~
'Well...
You allowed that to expire so get off your soapbox.'
~Your point has been well made.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Forces Continue To Die
When politicians send us into fight,
We don't ask who's wrong or right,
But the reasons they will not recite,
It's time someone told us why.
We don't enjoy being killed,
But if that's what the Lord has willed,
In us it is well instilled,
We must never tell a lie.
Our powers that be should be the same,
Faceless scum without a name,
To them it's all just a game,
Death does not apply.
The very people who make the rules,
Are just a bunch of inept fools?
To fight a war we don't have the tools,
That does make our forces cry.
Afghanistan, Iraq what next Iran,
To thwart us they'll do all they can,
On fighting for others we need a ban,
For us the end is nigh.
Our politicians need to be made aware,
For our welfare the natives don't care,
The dangers from them we must beware,
Our kindness they just defy.
Israel, Palestine why don't we go in,
Are conflicts chosen with a board and a pin?
Regardless we will never win,
Futile wars we must all decry.
It's for our own they should show concern,
But our plight they refuse to discern,
When will these idiots ever learn?
Our enemies refuse to comply.
Those we train are attacking us,
But we're told not to make a fuss,
Through the rules of war they drive a bus,
Of our dead there's an endless supply.
Our political leaders need to see,
In our quest to set these people free,
We need those we're fighting to agree,
But they continue to defy.
We're fighting what is a losing battle,
You are treating us like herded cattle,
Whilst you lot endlessly prattle,
‘' Our Forces Continue To Die ‘'
A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether I get adequate attention or not, people here do know the work I have been doing systematically and without compromise for over 40 years. I get tired of people making excuses for guys who don't continue the art because they can't make a living.
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I held her hand
I held her hand and requested
Tried to molly her and stand contested
It was never a betrayal that she feared
I beg her pardon and some what it was cleared
Lots of call per day at home puzzled her
Why so many females ring and bother
What makes them to make call at odd hour?
When he is away sometimes or on tour
This had made her to be suspicious
This remained for many days as continuous
This is quite natural for any female
As many husbands never try and fail
It warrants some love and true action
People don’t care much to the reaction
It brings to the stage on no return
Then whole scene is change in turn
It is not good to have hostile reception
The relation must remain cordial from inception
Husband and wife must act as one pair
There should be enough time to repair
It is natural to develop some misgivings
We are all made of one substance and called human beings
We react to some of the disliking
The end result is never striking
If some good sense prevails
Then any attempt to vitiate fails
It turns back to same relation
Room for any doubt goes out of question
Wife needs enough of care and attention
Some sweet words, praise and nice mention
She will have no room to complaint anytime
We must seize such opportunities sometimes
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Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Profits Made to Keep Us Deluded Are Less
Are you and I better off than we were yesterday?
I would say yes.
Since profits made to keep us deluded are less.
And we seem to be awakening,
To a higher consciousness.
Although there are many,
Who still can not bring themselves to confess...
Conflicts addressed with unrest,
Does nothing to increase one's feeling of happiness.
And yet...
They let regrets continue to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Keeping Of A Sweetness
Only when it has been made to them available,
Are people made aware of what they can access.
And those with a thought process,
That is familiar with research...
Are never surprised,
By what is hidden in the archives.
Left to go unaddressed,
To only feed that which sweetens.
Enabling the natives to peacefully rest,
With a keeping of a sweetness in full supply.
Ready to feast upon as when needed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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