Upsetting 'and' Appalling
Expressing shock and dismay,
Over embarrassing conduct exposed...
By collegiate athletes.
Quickly removing their cleats...
To have discreet sex,
With paid prostitutes.
Has reduced them and their precious images,
From their gladiator pedestals.
And to think such high standards,
Executed by a marketing done...
Of a decadence anyone can get,
On their TV sets.
And freely obtained over the internet.
Or purchased on any street easily,
Is...
At best,
Upsetting 'and' appalling.
How and why can any of this,
Be solicited to corrupt the innocence...
Of our respecting and disciplined children?
How and why can any of this,
Slip by unnoticed...
As the doting concerns,
Of protective and value conscious parents...
Monitor with interest,
The future of their kids?
Upsetting 'and' appalling as this is,
There is definitely a conspiracy...
To undermine and smudge with a smearing,
Those high and lofty standards...
Embraced by those envious and jealous,
Of a quality of life all who uphold these truths...
To be self evident,
With such a sustaining willpower...
Is difficult for anyone to fathom.
Shocking has been the revelation,
Of such disturbing and jaw dropping news.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effective Etiquette
Representing a decadence this is...
Represents its existence,
As it is and this is clear.
To uphold values and standards,
Many rush to come to defend...
Is hypocritical in presentation.
When a marketing of decadence,
Does not offend.
Until...
One elected,
To sit in a prestigious position...
Lies and denies a taste for lust.
With an innocence trusted,
Adored by those upper crust.
But...
That trust becomes busted.
And pretentiousness kept,
Becomes betrayed.
And those who know...
Their values and standards,
Meet an acquired effective etiquette...
Are seen to be embarrassed,
By a smearing done to their politcal correctness!
Oh...
What a feeble web they live to weave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Despicable And Disrespecting Ways
Appalled and giving looks of disdain,
They with their exclusive and self righteous memberships...
Snear at others with blemished records.
From a past long ago regarded as youthfully spent.
And affecting any chance today they may walk upon water.
Of course...
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
As passers of the ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
And they who declare themselves above dirt and dust,
Have been the same ones supporting...
The marketing of decadence.
The very garbage surrounding us.
They are same ones driving up and down...
Trashed streets in deprived neighborhoods cruising.
Hoping anyone is soliciting to sell themselves,
As fresh meat.
And those of the self righteous,
Pay for a few minutes to get a quick taste.
Wasting no time showing their bravery,
To jump in someone's face to say...
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified,
To be a role model representing their high standards.
And who should be idolized by children,
Who neither can write nor read or speak English properly.
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
Passers of ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
Look around!
Who allowed the quality of life,
And foundations of kept standards and values...
To crumble down?
The poor, hungry and homeless?
Victims of not being deceivers, crooks or blatant thieves.
And they are brave enough to look in someone's face.
The ones who place themselves on high pedestals...
To say,
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified to represent their high standards.
While expressing themselves to be forever hypnotized,
By their fantasized delusions.
And despicable and disrespecting ways on display,
Boasting about what they have, who they are...
In social name dropping sessions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Possession
Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.
Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.
A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extra! Extra! Have You Heard Who Did Who...
Extramarital this.
Extracurricular that.
Extra! Extra!
Have you heard who did who...
As gossiped at the laundromat?
Let us all get real petty.
Since those self righteous,
Have microscoped some facts!
It seems a pristined society,
Has had its image smudged.
Unfaithful athletes are having sex.
And their spouses are being snubbed.
So appalling are their actions.
These idols of our kids.
How can any of us walk with dignity...
Knowing what these folks,
Behind our backs did!
And this is offensive to our way of life.
With a highlighting of our standards,
To reflect what is done undercover.
With a getting of their 'rocks' off...
As if they have the right!
Extramarital this.
Extracurricular that.
Extra! Extra!
Have you heard who did who...
As gossiped at the laundromat?
Let us all get real petty.
Since those self righteous,
Have microscoped some facts!
Adulterous folks are having sex.
And wiping their bare feet,
On foreign welcome mats!
And everyone secretly wishes to know,
If what was done...
Was irresistably good!
Like that which is given in discreet,
And sneaked in deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soul Of Sin
The sorrowful soul collects dirt that drives us down in sin,
Inner workings of the organ that collapses are huge;
This mishmash of thoughts and sentiments is immense,
Offering us no explanation, no controversy but nature.
To highlight one opinion carries the harm of upsetting,
And if upsetting is absurd then let torture be not.
For the mind works so hard in its quest to fineness,
Total disregard for it relies on willpower and ardour.
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This Will Unstabilize The Very Core of Our Foundations
Why is having a baby today,
Out of wedlock such a bombshell?
People are sleeping and living on city streets.
Poverty is experienced by those living in urban centers.
There is racism.
Bigotry and blatant hate.
There are those who deny others a right to live their lives!
Apartheid exists all over the place.
Wars are created based on lies!
Sex and the act of it is sold on prime time TV.
'Are you experiencing erectile dysfunction? '
Have you heard today's music?
Have you heard the language coming out of the mouths,
Of these disrespecting children?
Why is having a baby today,
Out of wedlock such a bombshell?
Such a shock?
Oooohhh...
I see!
She's the daughter of a conservative, left wing,
NRA, soccer mom who has been selected...
To be the next VeePee?
Because of her views of the standards of life...
She wants to symbolize and represent!
Why didn't you say that?
Why didn't you say there was an aspect of image...
Needed to protect!
NOW HEAR THIS...
'I can not believe it!
I am appalled by such activities.
How on Earth can we now...
Uphold our unblemished Christian values!
This is most upsetting news!
This will unstabilize the very core of our foundations!
We must ostracize this wench,
For creating such an uproar.
We must conduct vigils at the base of Plymouth Rock.
And beg forgiveness of our Puritan and Quaker ancestors! '
'We must. We must...
Shield and protect the virgins!
Shield and protect the virgins! '
How was that?
That should garner a few more votes,
From those sitting on the fence in indecision!
And love their imagery symbolized!
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Mr. Brown
[Bob Marley]
(Ooh - ooh - ooh - ooh)
(It's Mr Brown) Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
(Well, here he comes) In the top is ... three rows on top and two inside there.
Oh, what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!
Who is Mr Brown? I wanna know now!
He is nowhere to be found.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?
O-o-oh, calling duppy conqueror,
I'm the ghost-catcher!
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka,
Take your chance! Prove yourself! Oh, yeah!
Down in parade
People runnin like a masquerade.
The police make a raid,
But the people - oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - they think it
fade.
What a thing in town
Crows chauffeur-driven around,
Skankin' as if they had never known
The man they call "Mr Brown".
I can tell you where he's from now:
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
From Mandeville to slide-a-ville -
/fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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I Dare Anyone To Say I Embellish
How do I know times have changed,
And say that with a confidence?
I can say I've seen homosexuals and lesbians...
Engaged in public sex,
While filming pornographic scenes...
In between advertising the marketing of KY Jelly,
With the boring to tears of some school kids...
Sitting in a park skipping school,
As they sit giggling enjoying the passing of crack.
As busy censors do their best...
Trying to discover who is using the 'N' word,
Inappropriately on TV as if this bothers blacks.
As they sit to listen to rap music,
That offends everyone.
And Snoop Dogg is an honored guest,
At Buckingham Palace dressed and high off weed.
These are the days we live.
And I dare anyone...
To say I embellish with exaggeration!
Or have said 'anything' that conflicts,
With the existence of standards valued...
As representing lofty and moralistic ideals.
Those days are gone along with the expressing of respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let us be about setting high standards for life, love, creativity, and wisdom. If our expectations in these areas are low, we are not likely to experience wellness. Setting high standards makes every day and every decade worth looking forward to.
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At The Expense Spent
Almost bare to nearly naked wearing feathers,
On a fashion runway with arms out stretched.
And the viewers watching this in prime-time on TV,
Are solicited to believe this temptress has secrets!
Hidden behind see through loosely fitting attachments.
While those assigned to probe the internet,
Hope to find anyone disobeying censorship laws...
That protect and not conflict with the innocence,
Of children maiming and killing enemies depicted...
Found conveniently on high priced video games.
And at the expense spent by parents wishing...
Their children less exposed to filth they might read!
Or perceived to bring to them mental harm,
That may cause them to commit deeds...
A wholesome and normal society declares is inappropriate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Allow Yourself to Set High Standards
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
You will enjoy a higher flight.
Feeling right and certain with this decision,
Made.
With your sights gliding,
Towards an enlightenment sent...
To aid your clearing vision.
As clouds from a darkened limitation,
Fades.
And...
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
Who knows...
You just may influence,
Someone else...
To take flight and also soar.
Who knows who will choose with you,
To explore the soaring done you will do!
And all of those struggles you fight,
Will come from behind those doors you closed.
In a silent battle.
To expose themselves,
As obstacles you allowed to impose...
Upon your attention given.
They will know then...
To you they seem so insignificant.
And they will argue!
But from you they will eventually leave.
With a sliding right off your back.
To become detached.
Never to find you to saddle for a ride again.
As you once had welcomed them!
To harness as if a limb needed.
And there will be a peace enjoyed...
Leaving you to command your destiny!
If...
You allow yourself,
To set high standards!
Listen to your heart and learn.
Your eyes will open,
With a dismissing of the fog...
That drifts away,
To reveal your triumph.
If...
You listen to your heart and learn.
You will allow yourself,
To set high standards!
For yourself.
No one else.
Unless they too...
Have a wish for a dimissing of a fog!
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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What Price So High Should One Agree To Pay
What price so high should one agree to pay,
That comes to sacrifice one's life away.
What degree of devotion is determined fits,
The giving one does...
With no return to replace any of it.
But remaining one does,
Attached to prove it to exist.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
To satisfy those judgemental.
As if it is known,
What a loyalty takes by those ready to critique.
Those without a discipline,
Or an intgerity instilled within one to keep...
Faithful.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
If the price one continues paying,
Is not to others valued.
Or observed to them to have worth,
With a benefit that visually impresses...
To measure up to the ever changing presence,
Of a quality of life fading from precious standards.
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A FEW Jealous People
So painful it must be,
To have those discretions disclosed.
There and scrutinized,
With no exit to run and hide.
And a pride that has been kept,
To manifest sacred and whispered secrets...
Can no longer be done,
Under microscope used by snooping folks stunned.
So painful it must be,
To have those discretions disclosed.
There and scrutinized,
With no exit to run and hide.
Every detail hyped with facading intentions,
Seem to reveal such depth of deceit.
Every detail hyped with facading intentions...
Releases more incredible maneuvering done,
Beyond and passed by...
The eyes of sleeping sheep.
And a pride that has been kept,
To manifest sacred and whispered secrets...
Can no longer be done,
Under microscope used by snooping folks stunned.
'I can not believe or accept what is being said about 'us'.
They are saying we advocate corruption and violence.
And 'we' are responsible for our undisciplined,
And disrespectful children.
And listen to this,
This is most appalling...
THEY are even saying we condone decadence,
That has become a part of our quality of life.
I am ENRAGED! '
~Calm down, honey!
First of all...
Who are THEY? ~
'A 'few' jealous people,
Who are envious of our way of life.'
~Well...
There you go.
You said those key words...
'A FEW jealous people'.
Ignore them! ~
'Honey...
You are so right!
Why am I getting so worked up,
Over a 'few' comments made by disgruntled people...
Who will never see it from our point of view.
Why am I looking at this TV channel anyway? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because of Their Standards, Values and Interests
You see them?
They are the ones...
The very same people,
Who declared themselves victims...
Of enemies.
And those enemies obstructed,
Their progress and efforts made.
With frustrations that prevented...
Benefits they struggled to get,
For all of the people they represented.
They were supported.
And believed.
You see them?
They are the same folks,
Who knowingly backed themselves into a hole.
With the selling of false goods.
To reveal themselves less than angels.
And adorned with tainted halos.
And in disbelief...
They were comforted by those unconscious.
Who further supported them.
Even stronger.
You see them?
They are the ones,
Who declared they had enemies.
Backed themselves into hole.
Exposed themselves as less than angels.
Fed their greed exclusively.
And in discreet secretly...
Deceived.
And now with heads bowed,
They make public appearances to profess...
Unity is needed and must be addressed.
Since those enemies declared they claimed,
Are preparing to make announcements...
That financial arrangements,
With loans made that must be paid.
Has extended the patience of their 'enemies'.
And those 'enemies' could care less,
What charades played in masquerade...
Is in need of more time,
For a promised kept silence...
To ease unwarranted stress.
Because of their standards, values and interests,
Those less than honest...
Are about to lose even their decadence.
And they are hoping their 'enemies'
Show them more respect...
Than they have shown.
A marketing of decadence...
They confess is a creation they own.
With no discipline to invest,
In the correction of this themselves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Only Change I'd Like To See
The only change I'd like to see,
Is a quality of life.
And people expressing their respect,
For others including me.
With a commitment to doing it.
And not with hindsight.
I'd like to see a marketing of disciplined children,
Effectively being done.
Day and night.
With common sense used as a priority.
And not from it take flight.
And education a necessity IF,
Greed is not the emphasis...
To focus one's ability with a getting it,
As if a success to impress has been won.
I'd like to see this change in everyone.
I'd like to witness a representation,
Of honesty believed.
With people choosing to advocate this movement.
And doing this with integrity.
I'd like to see crooks and thieves,
Less promoted as dignitaries with ambitions to deceive.
I would like to see those deluded,
Awakened from this sleep disease.
A change we all can believe?
How about those admitting to their insecurities.
And the race and color of one's skin,
Confessed as a reason people are taught to hate.
And those with issues solicited to bait...
Labelled as ignorant.
That's the change I await.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The standards to get in are very high. We don't want to lower those standards.
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Daring To Be Self Righteous
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And we weren't judging the depth taken,
Of someone's moral fiber dipped in decadence.
From a point of view that criticizes,
While we live our own hypocritical lives...
Daring to be self righteous,
As we all continue to patronize the height of sleaze.
And doing our best to climb that ladder with ease.
With a feeling to be entitled.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
Although when publicized publicly...
There is a need instantly to defend a discipline,
That does not exist.
And when someone admits to us what we can kiss,
Immediately we become appalled.
With a wish to censor the innocence of 'children'...
Who are directly marketed to be as filthy as possible,
With the consent of all claiming to be 'trendy' and progressive.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And there was a benefit to our pretentions,
That were not so obviously seen cracking at the seams.
And our motives were not so obviously confused,
With a making of sense that today is nonexistent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Making of a Dollar
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
And in 'those' days...
A having of dignity and pride,
Was shown and not denied.
And depending on who you are...
A pride taken in oneself,
Will be labelled conceit and arrogance.
Again...
This depends one how one is depicted.
And 'what' one represents.
To emphasis those values...
Only when they seem to be demeaned,
By a targeted class of people hip hopping on the scene...
Society chooses to belittle and disrespect.
With a media microscoping to defame and diminish.
However...
Those same values are not kept,
When addressing those who believe they are above others...
When marketing their disgrace,
To advertise high on billboards, movies...
And other 'money grabbing' ways up in everyone's face.
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
Before the making of a dollar,
Replaced the making of quality human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The standards are being lowered, not just on the Internet, but in all of news and media.
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