Trying to Find Shelter
Just a few short years ago,
Some folks were subjects of racial kidding.
Profiled and provoked.
And laughed at by those who lived high and mighty.
The ones who felt it okay to be that way...
Because of fat payment checks,
They spent lavishly and were getting.
With boosted egos they themselves stroked.
Today many heads are bowed very low.
Feeling devastated by an economic blow.
With nothing in their pockets,
Or wearing on their backs to show...
Proof or reason for a continuance of pretense.
That they are indeed better,
Than the ones in cardboard boxes.
Draped with newspaper.
To prevent outside elements from coming in.
Nor better than the beggars observed on urban streets.
Weaving from sleeplessness.
As they shiver in rain and falling snow.
Hopeless is the message from them is sent.
But those with eyes turned away don't know.
Or could care a brave veteran of war is there.
Together they are now trying to find shelter.
Ex-snobs, ex-cons and disrespected vets!
And families who have lost everything.
Evicted as if disgusting pests.
All seeking a place to shower or bathe.
Or someone to give them each a dollar or more.
So they can purchase anything...
To nibble on and eat!
Holding onto feeble dignities.
And praying to be saved.
By the same society that tossed them away.
Praying they do for a return of those days...
To undo misdeeds that have left them victimized,
By their own selfish need to greed and joke...
About those they've made helpless and useless folks.
Like they see themselves now in mirrors that reflect.
Victimized by their own selfishness.
And expecting from a decadence to receive some respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Am In My 'Me' Zone
When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!
I hear some folks say,
How selfish that is.
And they seem to be the ones...
With their hands out.
Seeking others to give.
And after years of being drained,
By others who complain.
I've learned,
Over time...
My own happiness,
I had to maintain.
Since few could care less about that!
And I've observed happy people,
Carrying less burdens on their backs.
And there is something about 'that'
That keeps me attracted.
When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!
And it is not a question of being selfish.
It's more like identifying a peace of mind,
I can qualify as mine.
Since some folks seem to be victimized...
By guilt.
If they are not constantly in a giving mode!
Receiving is part of it!
And I am in full acceptance.
Prepared and ready to share.
Free from being depleted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where to Bathe and What to Eat!
Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
Replaces the obvious imposed.
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged...
By another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged by another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
Just to nibble on sweetened pretentions.
To share from a vacuous hollowness!
And at someone else's expense.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
While those who scurry about with their lifted up noses...
Seek a place to close a door anywhere.
With anyone who agrees...
They are still able to indentify their sanity!
It may not be the accepted 'sanity'!
But at least they are supportive of one another!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And people who are marketing decadence,
Stuff their diseased guts...
With delusions of grandeur.
OR something they hold,
To make them feel better than someone lese.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Caring less about their bad credit.
Or who refused them a loan,
Based upon nothing in collateral shown.
Since once valued pretentions have lost their asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Nothing Is Done
Do you get the feeling,
That it doesn't matter who says what...
About anyone or anything anymore.
This seems especially true...
In small towns with nohing but gossip,
For folks to value.
The more things change...
The less those who desperately need to change,
Do!
Even in big cities,
There are small minded folks!
And...
The mindsets of small town folks,
Will be guaranteed to be left reliably...
Small minded and uninvolved.
But yet upset with 'them'
Because 'they' don't 'act' like they care,
About their problems.
Those who sit on stoops...
And/or push baby carriages,
Around the blocks where their babies fathers,
Stand.
Seeking tips on good luck,
To dropp in their pockets!
They have suffered from under the rug swept stuff...
These folks!
With claims to have problems...
That have been historically ignored,
By those praying to God for solutions.
And when they come...
They don't like what has to be done!
So nothing is...
Done!
It just decays!
And folks find ways to celebrated it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying To A New God
(feldman / chandler / hues)
What got into you got into me too
What came over you is coming over me
Feel like Ive had enough of all the old stuff
I saw the writing on the wall on my t.v.
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Theyre saying the devils got a new job
Start praying to a new--
A lot of babel came down the cable
Everybody can be famous for a day
From shore to shore
A big department store
Is all thats left of the american way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying what are you afraid of
Start praying to a new--
Theres a big world
In the street outside
In their uniform of pride
And theyve all come
To see a star from the east
Is he man or beast?
Decide
Feel like Im crucified, still Im not satisfied
The second coming is coming anyway
I hear them pray for more on every dance floor
I hear the word go out across the milky way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Success and moneys what hes made of
Start praying to a new--
Start praying, praying on the freeway
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the airwaves
Start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying at the back door
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the dance floor
Start praying to a new god
song performed by by Wang Chung
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You Don't Have To Let Go
I don't need your strength anymore
cause you've made me strong
You may not see the one light in me
And you dreamed of
Holding me in your arms
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
You don't say it
But it's in your eyes
All the fears of good-bye
But I can promise
You'll always have a place, and a way to my heart
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
I can live
Cause you lived for me
And I can love
Because you loved me.
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
(Ooh ooh ooh)
You don't have to let go
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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How Could I Let You Down
I don't need your strength anymore
cause you've made me strong
You may not see the one light in me
And you dreamed of
Holding me in your arms
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
You don't say it
But it's in your eyes
All the fears of good-bye
But I can promise
You'll always have a place, and a way to my heart
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
I can live
Cause you lived for me
And I can love
Because you loved me.
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
(Ooh ooh ooh)
You don't have to let go
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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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're Praying
every time you stop to help
someone stuck on the side
of the road... you're praying.
every time you go over
and help your neighbor
mow his grass... you're praying.
every time you give a couple dollars
to the down and out person
bumming in the parking lot....
you're praying.
every time you take the time
to listen to someone whose
life is falling apart... you're praying.
every time you go and give blood
during your lunch hour...
you're praying.
every time you stand up
for the person everyone else
is running down... you're praying.
every time you take in a
stray dog or cat... you're praying.
every time you give more
than you have to give... you're praying.
every time you care
when no one thinks you should...
you're praying!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Greediness of Some People
Take Take Take
That's all our people do
Take Take Take and never give
They only wish to receive
Don't care about who their hurtin
Dont care about who their affecting
Whether it be innocent kids or families
Whether they be ill and homeless
No only think about themselves and how they can 'help' themselves
It makes me sick to my stomach watchin them grab and take
The finickiest and how they just want want, want
Isn’t it good enough that they get anything
Isn’t what matters that you were thought about
N of course not it's always what they have and how they can get more of it
Instead of overflowing with joy, happiness and generosity
They're overflowing with greed and not caring about anyone but themselves
They steal and take what doesn’t belong to them
They eat and eat away at the hearts of those that care
They hurt innocent people and show their true colors
Show what really matters to them
This is the example that they give to their young
This is what the world has become
Survival of the fittest, yeah that's what they'll call it
When really their just being selfish and greedy
Biting off more than they can chew
They’ll get what’s coming to them
God sees all and though he may not act now he will in his own time
I just hope that it happens sooner rather than later
Before even more hearts are broken and even more people are hurt
Not everyone deserves such harsh and unfair treatment and it's obvious that the greed of today’s society is what outnumbers the good
Generosity will always go far but somehow the selfishness always out numbers the generous
poem by Candice George
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Soon Coming to a Set of Eyes Near You
They could have had their culture and identity in place.
But many of them because of jealousy,
Took their time to slander and erase...
Any deed that was done by anyone who came to uplift them!
They were sure to crush and ambush.
That has been their unconscious mission.
They are mentally sick.
But don't know this!
Folks with megaphones in communities...
Preaching from the Bible about unity.
Are they themselves in divisions.
They reflect themselves to have conflicts within them.
They do not have peaceful minds at all.
Recovering from drugs and alcohol.
Wanting to express their personal findings of God!
What has been embraced today...
Is a guilt expressed that has created an economic mess.
And a decadence that has fed gluttony,
Will still be at a heated fervor pitch...
If there were signs an abundance of it were being produced.
And Bible thumpers had their hands on it.
When folks see their greed about to cease...
That's the only reason they call upon God!
And that's why God is switching up all agendas.
With priorities for many to become vividly clear...
In the sharing of one reality!
There will be no varities or assortments of it...
Depicted from one's interpretation of a scripture lifted,
To define God's meaning.
Soon coming to a set of eyes near you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Folks Will Go Out of Their Way
Some folks can't be respected.
They wont allow it!
Someone who shows another respect,
Today?
Is going to be disrespected...
And that's a bet!
Some folks will go out of their way,
To show the depth of their ignorance.
Just to prove that is what they are!
And proud to be dysfunctional.
Wanting to show it has been earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Lessons Learned Have to Go Into Immediate Effect
There are several reasons why,
I choose not to go out of my way for folks.
Most of them are thoughtless.
And the rest...
Get provoked!
I do not care what is done...
They will be back for more.
And once they have become addicted to this,
The 'victim' becomes disrespected.
If a wish and whim is dismissed.
There are several reasons why,
I choose not to go out of my way for folks.
Many simply do not care.
Who it is that supplies their needs.
Or who they have left pulling out their hair.
And I know that I have aged with values long gone.
When all I require is a 'thank you' from those I assist.
Is that so wrong?
And when that isn't given I re-evaluate my steps.
Realizing my 'next' desire to be taken by a fool...
Will not find me clicking my heels together.
To show my willingness to express,
A good deed done and at its best!
I may return the response I get.
By acting ungrateful, thoughtless and stunned...
When expectations are denied.
And my availability becomes a 'zero' for anyone.
Regardless if my denials for some might numb.
Some lessons learned have to go into immediate effect.
Like an anesthesia applied...
To 'awaken' some to digest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under The Skin of Those Misguided
Those who chose to poke their jokes,
At the expense of sincere folks
Seem to be missing in action these days.
Perhaps realizing they are
It never pays for those intentions made,
To select those defenseless and unknowing
Of the extent or depth of one's misdeeds.
Because
Those same misdeeds done,
Have a way of crawling under the skin...
Of those misguided.
To teach lessons to leave unforgiving,
Mental treatments difficult to diagnose.
And the best medication can not numb,
Or relieve
The consistency of a permanent stinging.
Especially when those acts provoked,
To joke and poke sincere folks discreetly
Usually develop from one's unconsciousness.
Making it hard to prescribe a process for specific healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceitfully Victimized
One declaring to be victimized by another,
May pursue to get that atteention...
The first few times mentioned.
But then...
However and eventually,
Those who had been once accused of being culprits...
Become the ones who do receive the empathy,
After it has been discovered...
Those who elected to declare themselves victims,
Are the ones who deceitfully victimized...
To ruin lives of others they chose and selected.
But find themselves today the ones despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Other Point of View
People are fearing,
Their lives spent in sheer greed...
Comes to an end!
Retail sales are fading.
And folks are paniced,
About money spent for the holidays.
Nothing is mentioned,
About getting their spiritual acts together.
Or reaching for another way,
To express a gratefulness.
And these are the folks left to suffer.
Since they have no other point of view,
Than to feed their hypocricies...
Attached to selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egos Fly High
Over a deal to purchase a football team.
People of notoriety,
Have elected themselves to use the media,
To demean.
People are losing lives.
And treasures they once owned.
Folks are being ostracized,
Not only from their families...
But also removed from foreclosed homes.
Folks with money and influential friends,
Are making their tantrums a priority.
At the expense of common sense,
For them that has yet to begin.
Egos fly high when little boys play together.
With more concern shown for their toys.
Than those homeless living in shelters.
And everyday they show evidence,
A taste to pride decadence is top on their list.
As millions of people,
Struggle to maintain an existence.
In a remorseful abyss.
Idiots with power,
Insist they have the right...
To ignite,
Their petty infighting.
As those they consider dispensible die!
Just to keep themselves in the limelight,
With perceptions they are adored day and night,
As millions cry.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slick Crooks and Pampered Thieves
Hey...
You are not the lone ranger.
Being bamboozled and hoodwinked,
Has become as passé...
As long as concepts of dishonesty,
Has been effectively in place.
Today...
It is an honor to be discovered,
As one who deceives.
Those folks end up to write books.
Bestsellers turned into blockbuster movies.
Con artists now teach others,
How to wholesomely steal.
And how to perfect an innocent look...
To gain an empathy that is felt.
And maintain a life for them that's real.
So do not believe,
These people are without integrity.
It is just not the kind,
You wish to see publicly observed.
Those standards you keep,
Are more delusional today.
Folks have been trained to be slick crooks,
And pampered thieves.
And in this society...
There is no other way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just and Equal Punishment
Getting rid of the culprits,
Does little to undo those misdeeds done.
Assigning the crime doers,
To prison cells to get three meals a day...
Free cable and educational opportunities,
To rehabilitate back into a crazed society...
Is not just and equal punishment.
Just and equal punishment includes,
Being threatened by creditors on a daily basis.
Or being passed over for a raise,
As one's boss waves and drives away...
In a new Mercedes.
Just and equal punishment,
Is a stripping of one's respect and identity.
Not dollars stashed away collecting interests.
And kept as seed money to invest,
In the adding of more theft to the decadence.
Just and equal punishment,
Would be the trading of places...
With those that have been deceived.
And they do this until those victimized,
Have been satisfied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Did Not Know!
If you sit and listen,
To those deranged.
You will leave them believing...
They are innocent of their misfit ways.
And they had nothing to do with,
A way of life that for all has decayed.
With halos adorning upon their heads.
And wings attached from their backs to spread.
If you sit and listen!
If you did not know!
If you thought of them victimized...
In a world they themselves did not bestow,
Their own love to feed and grow...
A decadence!
A decadence only they nurtured.
And allowed themselves to show!
If you sit and listen to them.
And...
If you did not know!
'What is that over there? '
~Oh...
Those are the two million people incarcerated.~
'How did that happen to them? '
~Who knows?
Perhaps that is what they chose.~
A government for the people,
And by the people!
Certain people...
That is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seen Trickin
Seen trickin'.
There is no secret..
Trickin' people are seen.
Because of the economy,
People feel that trickin'...
Is what they today must do,
To pull themselves through.
With a new definition of desperation...
Deliberate even though it demeans.
Every dime they had save for that rainy day,
Seem to have been raided...
By those masquerading,
To say they represent the coming of better days.
Trickin'.
Some just to eat.
They keep on trickin'...
With a losing battle to protect their dignities.
And no longer lost to find a reason in their minds...
How what they do others may define.
They know they no longer lick that finger lickin' chicken.
Nor dip in catsup those french fries yummy good...
To fatten rubbing thighs and lieing about those diets tried.
No longer are these tricks fixin'...
That roast that sits cooling in the kitchen.
Or that oven baked cake,
Grandma used to make.
These folks are trickin'.
Males, females, shemales and 'its'.
Trickin'...
And hustling up profits made to their benefit.
Attempting to keep that lifestyle from a slip to a slide,
Quicker than it is.
Folks don't care about who sees them trick.
Folks care more about keeping up their habits!
Seen trickin'.
There is no secret..
Trickin' people are seen.
Because of the economy,
People feel that trickin'...
Is what they today must do,
To pull themselves through.
With a new definition of desperation...
Deliberate even though it demeans.
Seen trickin' although it sickens them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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