Upholding a Transparency Promised
'I' would not say,
Appointed banking officials lied,
About upholding a transparency promised...
And expected.
'I' would rather believe a misunderstanding of policy,
Had been filtered to offset the comprehension perceived
By a concerned citizenship who had been falsely misled!
'But weren't you hired to monitor these activities,
Over a year ago?
To ensure the integrity expected?
And promised to those seeking loans,
And keeping good credit alive and thriving...
That would regain our standing as a robust economy?
This I interpret as lieing.'
Indirectly,
Yes!
I can see how you would feel,
A miscarriage of justice has been hushed.
However...
Lieing implies deception.
And...
To suggest impropriety is the basis of encouraged,
And legalized theft condoned...
Has not been the reason for their current failures.
At least none that I have found,
Under my watch.
'Then why is there no accountability,
For the billions of dollars discovered missing!
And invested by those patrons who have lost everything? '
'We' are currently working to correct that glitch in the system.
And hopefully a forgiveness will be extended for this oversight.
But to accuse anyone of lieing,
Would ruin delusions.
And we all know how important it is to keep them maintained!
'Delusions? '
Oh no.
Emphasized morality.
In the keeping of principles,
Our forefathers implemented with prudence and insight!
'Your point has been well stated!
By the way...
I've heard it said you are a great cook?
Are you a gourmet?
Or do you prefer to let your preparations simmer,
In a crock pot?
To minimize the stirring.'
I use the crock as often as I can.
Especially during these days,
When I find I have little time for impressive presentations.
Speaking off the record, of course.
'Of course.
With a point of view that is valued.
And...with a tasteful explanation as well.
How blessed we all are to have you as commissioner.'
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Lieing Is An Art
It's not that lieing is accepted.
It is the style by which liars choose,
To tell their lies.
First...
Lies told must be convincing.
That means the delivery of them,
Must be polished.
Second...
Presentation.
Ov er-dramatizing?
No.
But eye contact and conviction,
Are most important to heighten delusions.
Third...
And this is extremely important.
Lieing is an art.
Those considering this field of endeavor,
Must practice diligently and with enthusiasm.
There is nothing more disappointing,
Than knowing someone who lies...
But is not entertaining.
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For Them It's Automatic
People lie and they like it...
Just that way.
People lie out of habit,
Like a sport...
To play!
It is in their eyes as if there's something to hide!
And there are those people lieing to defy with denying.
People lie and they like it...
Everyday.
People lie out of habit,
And it's here to stay!
It's in their eyes as if there's something to hide!
And there are those people lieing defying to deny,
They are lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and they like it...
Just that way.
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and they like it...
Everyday.
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and they like it...
Just that way.
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
It's in their eyes as if there's something to hide!
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and think,
They're in disguise.
And lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and think,
They're in disguise.
And lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
And lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
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Child Prodigy
If I can accept that you are 48.
Why can't you accept I was born in 1967?
'But we both graduated from high school in 1965! '
AND...
Your point is WHAT?
'What you are declaring is impossible.'
HOW?
I can not help that I was a child prodigy,
And was issued a diploma...
Two years before my birth.
One of us is lieing and has a lapse of memory.
In fact...
When I attended the 10th high school reunion,
In '75...
I was 'still' shedding my baby teeth.
Many of my 'old' classmates could not remember me.
Because I was looking too young.
'Why are you lieing? '
Me? Lieing?
I am appalled!
And why are you jealous?
I can not help that I am gifted with talents.
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Whenever You Are Around
Who do you think you lie to?
When a lieing you do is too much.
And...
Who believes in the things you say?
Or is left impressed as if awestruck!
When you open your mouth,
An expected embellishment...
Is known to be heard that comes right out.
With that same exuberance fixed to a grin...
That leaves no one to wonder,
Why they are glued to a doubt you give to them.
And why do you even bother,
To detail your explanations?
There is no need for you to expound upon,
Your taste for wholesome exaggerations!
Who do you think you lie to?
When a lieing you do is too much.
And...
Who believes in the things you say?
Or is left impressed as if awestruck!
Even children today are bored with clowns.
Have you noticed them yawning,
Whenever you are around?
When you open your mouth,
An expected embellishment...
Is known to be heard that comes right out.
With that same exuberance fixed to a grin...
That leaves no one to wonder,
Why they are glued to a doubt you give to them.
With a wishing for them your performance ends!
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A Spoiled Child
A spoiled child will always believe,
Lieing has its benefits.
Even when they age,
To mask their insecurities...
A spoiled child will always believe,
Lieing has its benefits.
Only to ruin,
All of their relationships.
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Economically Speaking
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
Economically speaking,
People feeding on delusions of loans and credits...
And borrowing on debits,
With interests blamed on threats...
That has left everyone following in the steps,
Generating today's cloud cover of unhappiness.
Smearing truths in denial and refusing to listen,
Leaves unhearing ears...
With thick headed skulls.
And those self righteous,
Hiding behind their mix of faith and bad politics...
Wish to shift their deceit,
On the backs of those...
Carrying the weight,
That enables the thieves to escape scot-free...
From any responsible accountability.
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
And today's buffering of a smothered reality.
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Expected Acceptance
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
Existing to thrive on good credit and loans...
Is slowing ripping apart an economy that groans.
With no ending to the moans heard,
From those still faithful of a resurgence.
And a return of self-servance.
Lifelines are frayed!
Are wearing on the nerves of those afraid.
A monoply of fear is losing its fan base.
Its use to produce a threatened standard of life...
Begins to tatter the stars and stripes,
With the reality of corrupted treason...
Seasoned by deceit.
And exposed as common news,
On gossiped streets.
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
And pursued are the doers...
Found attempting to patch the cracks,
Upon their own established foundations.
With promises of changes to correct!
Effective changes,
For a system crumbling from selfishness...
And neglect!
Molded to bleed and fed on myths...
How can this be done?
Who will implement them?
Since such devastation,
Has already begun...
In the minds of everyone!
Who will implement them?
Or recognize them when they do come,
To be defined for those...
Born to feed a greed state of mind!
How can one be led away...
From what has been known all this time.
And lived to be worshipped,
In a conformed restricting consciousness.
Who will implement this...
Expected acceptance!
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Hell Spiced
I 'use' to be in the fifth grade.
And I remember junior high.
I remember enlisting into the military.
And that was in nineteen sixty five.
I remember being a father...once!
And experiencing incredible emotional depth!
When I witnessed my son die...
Oh yes!
I remember doing marriage twice.
And knowing what I can and can not do,
After giving it a try.
I've replaced those *I Do's* with *Don'ts*.
Keeping any lieing to myself at a minimum.
And as I approach the age of sixty five,
Only God knows how blessed I feel.
With a gratefulness to be alive.
Although I am told I don't look a day over sixty.
And on my good days...
Fifty nine and a half with a smiling done I can pass.
And...
Each day when I make it my business to pray,
I know there could not have been any other way...
I could say I have survived.
Since God and I only know how it has been,
To experience such a hell spiced ride...
With the opening of my eyes,
Even wider.
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Life And Those Who Live It
What you tell others you do for me,
And how you regard my presence in your life...
Are just mere words you use to entertain their attention.
What you say to others is not what I've witnessed.
I've witnessed you using my abilities to call them your own.
I've witnessed you lieing to defend your inappropriate activities,
Because you lack backbone to stand on your own two feet.
And I've been victimized by you several times,
And this I have condoned but to you it has gone unknown.
The only fool you have taken me for and believe I am,
Is the fool who acknowledges...
The you I should have left alone,
A long time ago!
The only thing you can accuse me of doing,
Is being overly patient...
With someone who has manage to take,
Life and those who live it...
Totally for granted!
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Love Of Family And Country
Those who flaunt their social status...
With a pretentious pride,
Of being amongst the elite...
Are so far removed from truth.
Even seen caught in the act of treason...
Gives them an additional reason,
To apologize for being unwise...
For deciding a particular time of day,
Was not the best moment to feed a greed.
With an explanation that a love of family and country,
Led them to their current circumstance and corrupted ways.
And a forgiveness for their misdeeds is what is wished.
And...
Their pleas are accepted!
Books are published.
Movie deals are made.
And a fresh wave,
Of corrupted ideals are encouraged to flourish.
As an inappropriate use of language,
That offends those lusting their uppercrust positions...
Is censored.
Thus eliminating the abuse 'perceived'...
By those chosing a politically correct point of view,
To keep hidden their own ignorant incompetence.
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Scenes of Suppression
Why are you riding,
My back like a flea?
The only thing missing,
Is a harnessed saddle secured on me.
You must have heard rumors,
I was easy to 'break in? '
'Rough it out! ' You were told...
'Hound him and his fantasies will end! '
Scenes of suppression,
Impressed to solicit oppression...
Needs to be shaken loose from your mind
Since where we are going,
Is 'nowhere' you will find!
And closer than that,
You are not going to get!
If I don't 'deck' you first...
With a sudden outburst,
For breathing your nonsense down my neck!
Giving you a star filled sight...
One you never expected to see,
In broad daylight!
Why are you riding,
My back like a flea?
The only thing missing,
Is a harnessed saddle secured on me.
Days of cattle calls...
To stamp your initials with branding iron,
Has cease to exists but you still persist...
And no honor comes to you for trying,
Or weakened with tricks by lieing!
That mindset you sell is dieing.
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Too Many Secrets
I try not to show them my pain
to not keep secrets
from everything
if they want the truth
then the truth is
most of my life is a lie
and they all know it
but I just can't prove it
everytime I try
they say i'm lieing
and should be telling them the truth
when i am telling the truth
but not all of it, they can't know everything
because if they did
they would want to know if I was lieing
but I wouldn't be, they just can't understand
how much pain one person can really go through at once
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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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I Love My Man
verse 1:
See I finally found me a good man
matter of fact he might be my future husband
yeah he really knows how to love me
and he can't get enough of me
oh yeah he's got class and good looks
by the way he's number one in my book
I prayed for a love and he appeared
no girl got a man like this here
chorus:
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
verse 2:
No the other guys just don't compare
to my man's good love honey i swear
he's got my back in the time of need
it's good to know that he's there for me
let me say all that he knows my heart
and it means it was love
at the very start when i saw him
with my girlfriends
so I knew I was keeping him
chorus:
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
bridge:
I know that he loves me and his love is pure
so I don't have a reason to be insecure
ooh, I, love my baby, baby
ooh, I, love my baby
test me I'm his queen
there's no one else he wants but me
ooh, I love my baby, baby
ooh, I, love my baby
chorus:
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
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In With a New Priority List For 2009
Things that people did well...
Like lieing.
Cheating.
Feeding greed.
Deceiving with sincerity.
Hating because of race...
Color of eyes, skin and nail polish.
Embellishing.
Backstabbing.
Goss iping.
And character assassinating!
All these 'nurtured' personas are 'OUT'!
Although clawing their way to remain centerstage!
'OUT'! Never the less.
Booted to the curb and flushed down the gutter.
What is 'IN'?
Integrity.
Honesty.
Comprehension/under standing.
Empathy.
Reality.
Sharing/cari ng.
Tears.
Letting go.
Self examination.
Apologies.
Forgiveness.
Lov e.
Hugs.
And LOTS of physical fitness.
This is the out with the old,
In with a new priority list for 2009!
And these are more than resolutions.
Some will recognize what is on the 'IN' list,
As acts one will adopt to maintain survival.
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How Do You Maintain Such a Meticulous Appearance?
Yes sir...
I will keep this brief.
In your most recent press conference,
Prior to this one.
You had stated a correction made,
To the previous BS you fed us.
Are we now to understand,
That the current BS reflects...
A more concised effort,
For immediate implementation?
Or are we to wait for an appropriate effectiveness,
To be delivered.
And will that expected corrected BS,
Satisfy as promised and expected?
'Good question!
Let me be perfectly clear about this!
Any BS delivered by this administration,
Will be the best BS we can orchestrate.
And...
Don't confuse this with just ordinary BS.
Consider this BS we are working on...
To benefit like no BS has in the past!
I'll take just one more question.
That gentleman sitting next to that light skinned woman,
Of mixed heritage in the third row up in the balcony!
Your question? '
Yes sir...
Thank you for this opportunity.
And I am sure I speak for the majority.
Your pecs?
How many times a week do you work on them?
And...
Because our national security is priority,
How do you maintain such a meticulous appearance?
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Selfish Contradictions
If people are not able to 'see' things
From an expected adult point of view...
Who is responsible for that?
Who held them back from this process?
And why in adulthood...
Their childishness reacts.
It is clearly not attractive.
And those who allowed this lack,
To appear in childish ways.
Did not teach them to reach comprehension...
With a complete understanding,
As immaturity was displayed.
Many will never wake up to 'see'.
No matter who shouts.
Or points this ignorance out.
And others who have been awakened so long,
Have felt the obligation,
To state what they felt to them was then wrong.
And brought that to someone's attention.
They made it a need for it to be mentioned.
A self centeredness was condoned.
In and outside the home.
And this did not end for them.
Resulting in selfish contradictions...
Of what is expected.
Yet reflects upon that,
Which has been neglected!
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Put Living Life On Your Agenda
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
It may seem that way,
But it doesn't have to be.
While you were working hard on a 9 to 5,
Others were working behind your back...
Cheating for an easier life,
And lieing and deceiving comfortably...
Day and night!
And if you are angry,
You have every right to be.
However...
You are not alone!
You are not the only one,
Trick by a way of life...
Your standards have condoned.
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
The first sign of trouble didn't faze you at all.
There were clues laid all over the place...
A decadence beginning was being thrown in your face.
The first time you accepted disrespect from someone...
That was a hint,
At least a clue...
You were not the only one to whom that was being done.
And remember making decisions not to become involved?
You shouldn't have turned your back!
What is happening today...
Could have then been easily solved,
Corrected and kept from attack.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
And you really didn't care.
If you did what you should have done yesterday...
Was not to observe the crumbling done around you.
Something said would have prevented it instead.
And none of it,
Would have existed.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
And get rid of everything else you've been doing.
Because whatever it is you've done,
Has not worked to your advantage.
Not if you are crying about your wants and losses!
You relied upon someone else,
To decide what was valued...
And what was to be tossed away.
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Entitlement
They are praised and much rewarded...
For enhancing steps,
To fill and stock treasure chests.
And doing what it takes,
To obtain high grades...
To please those who have raised them!
With teased comforts valued,
And whatever gadgets added...
To assist their upward mobility with an ease,
They hope to have made.
These spoiled offspring discover soon...
The meaning of entitlement to ensure dreams,
As if they were kings and queens heaven sent!
Splurging lives lived only for money spent...
Securing lifestyles for themselves,
That has been ordained and meant for them...
And no one else!
Prepared they do to leave their homes for schools.
With a pressure to receive BA, MA and Doctorate degrees.
And draped at graduation with caps and gowns...
Proud they have escaped,
A mental poverty believed erased!
Dropping on the marketplace...
To chase delusions,
Craving wealthy solutions!
Concluding they are the brightest of stars!
They are then expected to feed,
A perception of ancestral need to thirst for greed.
To display a kind of self contained respect.
Accepted and expected from these knowledgeable minds...
As others left behind are snubbed,
In an ignorance protected not very hard to find!
And again and again...
This 'system' fed has no end!
They are expected to feed,
A desired taste that promotes a qualified greed.
Commonly endorsed to land them on plateaus.
As they watch from glass towers...
The snacking of those trapped!
Lured and attracted within competitions to match,
A sitting in the lap of luxury...
And entertained by conquests,
That sustains and distracts
From a lack of accountability...
No one is prepared to approach or address!
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A Promise
A promise is actually meant to be kept.
Not be broken.
Why do you make me all these promises that you can't keep?
Don't promise me anything anymore
Because I'll feel like your always lieing to me,
By not keeping your promises.
You don't even try to keep your promises,
That's what gets me mad.
Does the word Promise mean anything to you?
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