Unstable and Unfit
When people hide behind deceptions...
As if they are walls of cement.
These are the folks who do not realize...
Their lies have fenced them inside mentalities,
To eventually show themselves as demented.
They do not perceive dishonesty as weak.
As long as they are in the reception...
Of others with similar beliefs.
And when folks like this,
Come to unite together in a collectiveness...
They do not realize their acts develop illnesses.
And they rush to seek perscriptions quick,
From those who benefit...
Handsomely,
By keeping them addicted to such sickness.
In industries that hospitalized them...
With not a chance to confront,
The healing that mends the origins of their afflictions.
If that happened,
None of this would exist!
But there is a need to keep them mentally,
And physically dependent!
Socially unstable.
And psychologically unfit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally, Physically and Spiritually Sick
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
They choose to disrespect one another.
Then proclaim desires for unity.
Observing them in their places of worship...
You would think heaven was on Earth.
The way they perform, dance and sing.
In praises to their hypocrisies.
And into their communities,
These hypocrisies with them they bring.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Tell them their children create havoc in the schools.
They deny this.
They want better teachers.
Tell them that crime is in their minds.
And they initiate it.
They demand for more police,
To prove you wrong.
Tell them they have no identity,
And despise themselves for who they are.
And they would cuss each other out.
On their way to church.
Pray to God and then quote scriptures.
With a love for God they say they thirst.
Come out of these dens of evil...
To cuss each other out!
Spewing scriptures and devilment,
From both sides of their mouths.
Then call you 'brother' or 'sister'.
As if they are invisible.
And nothing you've seen had played out like this!
Denying what has been observable.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Anyone exposed to this,
To digested it for what it is...
Know what these folks don't know!
And it is not a multiple choice quiz.
These folks have no idea,
They have psychological problems.
In their heads.
Between their ears!
These folks aren't aware,
They are mentally, physically and spiritually sick!
And anything that has degraded them,
Wouldn't be in their lives...
If they did not choose this to exist!
But no!
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions...
To continue to breathe exactly as is!
As if addicted to self righteousness.
Or...
Strung out on a massive crack attack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indoctrinated Through Ancestry
They are here in droves...
Those me-me-I-I folks.
The ones who have been told they are attractive.
Those with slave mentalities,
And still trying to please their masters.
And I can not say how many folks there are...
Who are afraid to express too much 'identity'.
For fear they will upset someone else's wishes!
And they know what on me they can kiss!
Anyone who has a mind like this!
I'm not having none of it.
There is an addicted sickness inflicted.
Alive and well.
And profiting the few,
Who have so many messed up in their heads!
The more pretentious the folks...
One can find them driven to play charades,
On all coasts.
Wherever they are found 'coasting' and cruising!
It just seems that way.
Those on escapades and away from their identities.
And ready to please.
As if indoctrinated through ancestry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing About This Is Sacred
Building to establish such pious pillars,
On foundations of deception...
Eventually causes them to sink.
Eventually causes them to stink!
With the revealing of concealed evils.
And confessions of digressions.
Affirming corrupted mentalities,
Bleeding beliefs.
In a public meltdown of grieving sorrow.
Justifying the misguiding of dissentions.
That exposes a truth undenied!
Shining with a light,
On those darkened by lies.
All of their lives.
Values and perceptions of them...
Become as hollowed as ceremonial pomp.
With a craze that rages intensely.
And people begin to realize the reeking.
Nothing about this can be kept sacred.
Since nothing about it ever was.
And this is now naked.
Bare and painful.
It was just a depiction,
Of a nonfiction...
To exist and manipulate with persistence.
And difficult to sustain a maintaining,
That drains all of sensibility.
'I am nothing?
And you are comparing this to what? '
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Scars
We all have scars.
Some visible and some hidden to the world.
We sometimes try to hide the physically scars because we think it is ugly,
but really having scars is not a bad thing.
It reminds us we can heal and get through the bad times both physically and mentally when we are ripped or torn apart.
So embrace you scars and keep on healing.
For healing and battling is a part of life.
Let people see your scars and how strong you are by healing.
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The Belief System
Some folks do things,
Because they want others to 'believe'...
They 'are' somebody.
Who knows what's up,
The sleeves of people like these.
And those folks with 'beliefs'
Who know they have 'always' been 'somebody'
Don't need to look for acknowledgement.
They are going to get it anyway.
Because of who they are!
And wherever they are...
Good deeds done,
Seem to be always something done they do.
There is no belief system used to convince.
There is an obviousness without the need to mention.
It is in the existence,
That transcends what may or may not be...
What comes forward off of people's lips,
For others to physically with their eyes see.
And...
It is not because of what they want others to believe!
That this is so,
From embellished exaggerations.
Entertaining and released from an implementation.
And fantasies from them born...
To come to life and grow!
It is in the observation,
That proves a deserving worthiness...
Upon which others bestow,
Those of merit that receive attention.
Leaving to be distanced,
Those folks who wish others to believe
They are 'somebody'.
And they are...
Provoked into some self serving action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoax
As they stumble over the crumbling of their foundations...
They still insist they must persist,
To inflict their standards and values.
But a hoax has provoked most folks.
And the joke invoked has them now in tears.
The gloom and doomers have appeared.
They wish to soften the effects of their demise.
Quick they try to cover all told lies.
To hide their deceptions with an injection of relief.
And a promise to restore a greatness,
Anyone of a consciousness can see...
Has been a game for thieves to play,
At their expense and ignorance.
Those precocious folks learn to hoax,
Early.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chubby Mugs
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is endearing!
And to do this and feel entitled?
Clearly mentally and physically,
Handicapped...
Are these folks who do that.
Although those who choose,
To be politcally correct...
May become upset by others expressing,
Their direct assessments.
That seem harsh and openly stated,
With a degree of disrespect.
However,
The ones with their chubby mugs...
Are offensive to the eyes.
As well as to those who are health consciously wise.
If people are adding pounds their bodies don't need,
Who pays for this...
Ultimately?
You and me.
We have to step aside to have these FAT folks,
Accomodated unnecessarily!
And there are already enough excuses made,
To raise and pocket taxes!
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is something to be endeared?
And to do this and be entitled too?
At 'my' expense?
As if looking like a bloated float,
Is something to prove?
With a diminishing of what I value?
And that is my good sense...
I had to experience with my 'own' ignorance?
I simply do not think so!
Living waddling like this,
Is not the right way to go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One to Contemplate Exactness
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
Like myths and legions created,
To add more flavor to the actual reality.
Instead of sweepers of streets...
Some folks are lead to believe,
They have royalty in their ancestry!
And when someone tells me they know this to be true...
I think of the Quakers and Puritans!
And others who sailed the ocean blue...
To discover a land for me and you!
Please!
And what was that between Queen Isabella,
And Christopher Columbus in 1492?
When she took a 'special' interest in Native Americans!
She bent over backwards...
To have them treated fairly although enslaved them!
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
But,
One has to admit...
A lot of what 'was'
Has been romanticized to glorify,
The truth that did exist!
And who did the twisting to eventually benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Land of Misunderstandings
Who in a population of game players,
Is satisfied with just one sacrifice to commit?
In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
With beliefs the Earth is unfeeling and thoughtless.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
Unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Hoarding stolen wealth.
With gifts to market as they benefit from evilness.
One has to have a lot of heart...
Bite, vigor and vim
To withstand the onslaught of an addicted ignorance.
Folks fight to keep it.
Folks kill to be adorned in it.
Or have it sit proudly...
On their disrespecting lips.
With any admitted identity gone.
On a long
Long
Trip!
Who...
With a clear consciousness,
That hasn't gotten sick to be airlifted...
To undergo a detoxing.
In a population of game players,
Can say...
They have become satisfied,
With just one sacrifice to commit?
In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
And unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Needed...
Is a pledge to keep a strengthened sanity intact.
Those subjected to emotional flashbacks...
Will not make a good recruit,
To hold these mental monsters back.
They are on the rise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Sickness Is Preferred
If it helps to heal,
Why would sugar be added...
To the naturalness of anything tasted,
Concealing its true identity?
When eventually a curiosity will seek truth.
With a creating of havoc,
That could have been avoided.
Are factors attached to control issues,
THAT addicting...
To keep a people seeking chaos,
As a means that keeps them with beliefs...
A power over others is theirs to have eternally?
Is a sickness more dangerous than any weapon used.
How thick are the heads of those mindless?
And to what degree are their beliefs twisted?
And...
What is it on 'this' Earth,
Is perceived by anyone is theirs forever to keep?
Devastation, annihilation, with nonexistence?
To leave behind no human evidence?
Which sickness is preferred,
To implement by these mentally diseased creatures?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yet to 'Teethe' On Independence Or Reality
It would have been great,
If some folks knew...
When games of hide and seek,
And dodge ball...
Had exhausted their effectiveness.
Like the usefulness of maturity,
After one has displayed a blooming.
Resulting from an adolescence.
Successfully achieved.
It would have been great,
If some folks knew...
When games of hide and seek,
And dodge ball were through.
But many do not!
And insist to continue.
And many do continue...
To physically age.
But not mentally grow!
And it becomes increasingly difficult for them,
To remain hiding in shadows...
Seeking to be caught or 'tagged' as they wish.
With a self-centeredness that desires attention.
And screaming like a child...
Demanding to have a diaper changed.
To finally be breast fed to comfort.
Adults yet to 'teethe' on independence,
Or reality!
And no one dares to claim responsibility,
For raising these monsters.
But many of them discover this too late.
When they wake up abandoned.
To the greeting of receiving ill treatment,
That nurses their delusions.
In the confines of convalescent homes.
Where very little of that is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are So Right!
...and on the other hand,
You can not treat people with respect
Who are not accustomed to getting it.
These folks are the first to think,
Someone treating them with kindness unexpected...
Either is weak with no backbone,
Or just a fool seeking confirmation!
There are people around like that.
Quick to attack an emerging smile,
On someone's face.
And do their best to replace it.
Even if it means character assassination.
And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
With disbelief,
No one wants to bother!
And in their neighborhoods...
They can not get enough police,
To protect them from their own ignorance.
Or lack of comprehending,
The reasons for their own blight!
They would rather argue about that...
Day and night!
And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
Even though social dysfunctions...
Should be addressed!
And placed high on the list of their priorities!
But 'that' will never be placed on their agenda.
Nor will the divisional self righteousness,
Of their religious beliefs that keep them like this!
Since they will say...
'God has nothing to do with it! '
And...
They are so right!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Are Among Those Who See Things
There are those who are lost.
And there are those seeking clarity.
Some see those who are lost,
And seeking clarity.
Those are the ones ignored by all.
Since what they see,
No one wishes to admit.
But then again...
If you are among those who see things,
That have not happened yet...
You have to have more patience!
Just like the dawn awaiting to be enjoyed!
Some will know it exist.
Some will not come to realize it at all.
And there will be those still in argument,
About what happened to them yesterday.
Choosing to stay there and have it relived.
These are the folks left to wonder,
Why they are left alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People don't realize the amount of stress you put on your body both physically and mentally from just the wear and tear of a season.
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People think that if you have a huge appetite, then you'll be better at it. But actually, it's how you confront the food that is brought to you. You have to be mentally and psychologically prepared.
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Maturity Never Happens
Some people are ecstatic.
To remain emphatically...
On unchanged levels.
And free to exist,
As if for them...
Time stays the same.
Like a game of hide and seek.
Those who play everyday...
Should have long ago walked away.
But some habits people keep.
For a comfort many wish...
There is no exit for this.
And in keeping themselves distant.
They perceive a safety,
Forever in existence.
And for them,
A maturity never happens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There Any Wonder
Some folks have this belief,
Others are who and what they create.
To become from molds,
What judgements passed upon them...
Say they should be or what they are told.
Or what others perceive their states of mind to be.
Is there any wonder why many people seek professional help,
When scouting out for physical, spiritual and mental therapy?
And collectively point fingers at others living their lives,
Unafraid of a little overcast, a bit of rain and folks with nothing to do...
But try to undo their disappointments.
Is there any wonder why people are like this?
That's exactly what I thought I would get.
Silence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Had Been Frivolous Priorities
Times and people change.
Even those who have passed judgement on others.
And it must be difficult for these folks to now make claims,
They have had amnesia for decades...
As they delivered their misdeeds.
To purposely pick to inflict their aims.
When so much of what they've done...
Exposes them for what and who they are,
To be revealed to everyone!
And pretentious people I keep distanced.
It's in my DNA.
But I keep my eye on them anyway!
Those folks will betray their mamas.
And will say anything to defend their lies!
And what had been frivolous priorities for some...
Have been replaced by the reality of survival,
That has unmistakably come stun.
Leaving little room to appease deceptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Yesterdays Gone
Remember believing me to be a joke?
And in my presence you'd whisper and talk,
About me...
With other folks.
Who too thought of me as a fool too!
And I am sure you remember it,
Just like I do.
And today...
I bet you wish those yesterdays gone.
Not to exist.
Since it has to have occurred to you,
To realize...
I had to have been laughing at you inside.
And I was but ironically with empathy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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