We Have Condoned It All
A revamping of stench is hard to diminish.
Urbanite blight and over populated prisons...
Has been a scab on wounds too long ignored.
And reflecting a mindset...
That separates those rich from the poor!
To allow a degradation for the creation of jobs.
Results in economic devastation.
With teachings of depletion.
And praises given to decadence.
Enhancing the presence of crime...
And underground mobs that gain acclaim,
With a focused steadfast attention.
Hypocrites insists these hypocrisies don't exist.
But everyday arrests are made...
From most institutions where traditions have been laid.
Respected leaders and preachers,
And others who say they have faith and pray.
Are seen on TV in handcuffs...
Being led away.
While the youth of today only know greed to feed.
Comparing a good education with high wages.
And common sense to fools,
Who choose to address integrity!
And 'we' have condoned it all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasies Enriched
With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.
Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.
Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.
However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Fixed Mindsets Have Been Focused
Common sense is not obtained,
Through an academic process.
Not any that reflects wisdom respected,
By the many earning college degrees.
If experience could be taught,
And brought to a mind fixed on 'things'...
All of life and the quality of it,
Would have had witnessed the benefits of this.
But too busy are those in mental modes,
Driven to succeed and address their greed.
And when fixed mindsets have been focused,
On acquiring attention freed of comprehension...
There is no peace or rest to get if not earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether They Are Participants Or Not
In support of some traditions,
That should remain unchanged.
To smear and diminish them,
Should leave those responsible...
Feeling both ashamed and blamed.
There is no documenting of discipline,
When this occurs.
Depending on who is involved.
And whose peace has been stirred!
'Some' traditions should be kept valued,
Like treasures to admire and respect.
Although there are some traditions,
That are questionable!
And they are the ones that initiate public unrest.
With the creation of havoc.
And the calling of police to make arrests.
These traditions are nothing more,
Than some folks approving...
Getting their frustrations off of their chests.
And the taxpayers are issued the bill.
Whether they are participants or not.
It's the old, 'I'll do as I please.
And set my own agenda.'
From a certain group of folks,
Believing their destruction...
Are acts of good natured fun when done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are 'Rumors' That Many Are Fed Up With It!
A desecration allowed,
To outrageously disgrace...
Values of our respectful ancestors,
Should not have been permitted at all...
To have taken place,
To cause foundations to fall...
For purposes of renovating,
A facelift degenerating.
Crediting the feeding of greed,
Would be too easy to relieve many...
Of their irresponsibility.
Or those rushing to unload,
An accountability...
Few have chosen to behold.
But is greed alone,
That had been condoned...
The only factor,
One disowns a pride and dignity.
With a scolding tongue unfolding,
Obscenities...
That would come to destroy,
All of humanity?
Is one's lack of consciousness,
So intimidating...
That the onslaught of thoughtlessness,
Would diminish the minds...
Of a once advance society,
Into a helpless and disturbing swirling whirpool...
To create a decadence to breed,
Leaving the majority...
As so incline to be defined,
To become the ones observed as fools!
Who's game of pocket pool is this?
That goes unchallenged with a fixation...
Those onlookers are afraid to disqualify.
And would be stunned if suggested,
This game played with their lives...
Should be dismissed as requested.
'There are 'rumors' that many are fed up with it! '
Can those of intelligence,
Become the people blamed for this decrement?
And who championed the voices,
To extradict the demise of common sense?
And who took it amongst themselves to quiet the ones,
Who spoke against the implementation of misdeeds done?
Or,
How about this...
The rising of a steadfast ignorance.
That has all convinced...
The only way to move forward,
Is to repetitively visit...
The stagnating hold of a total darkness,
Considered by those without vision...
As the absolute experience of a bliss,
That is missed.
'There are 'rumors' that many are fed up with it!
But choose many do to keep their 'rants' private.
In a whispered and unheard silentness,
Continued to be done...
And kept as their 'secret' wish! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conflicting Contradictions
We indulge our 'selves'...
In conflicting contradictions.
We see fit to inflict our misfit ideals...
Upon those who are exposed,
To our unlimited hypocrisies.
We become suspicious of the 'good'!
And yet pray to be delivered from evil.
Although there is a need to feed our temptations...
To satisfy selfish greed,
We can not perceive living without!
Believing with a misguided faith...
This is what God is all about!
And ignoring all the messages sent...
To cloud the 'truth',
With our stubborn doubts!
We twist the simplistic...
To dissect and destroy.
We become distraught,
With a happiness shown
And when that is expressed...
It upsets and annoys!
And we prefer to see it not condoned.
We wish for peace!
And yet any signs of it,
We rip into pieces.
We can not accept this as a sickness!
That is why so much of it has increased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mini Kingdoms Within a State That Bragged
Reality comes to hit hard,
Munipalities.
Treated and acting as if,
Mini kingdoms within a state that bragged...
About an affluence,
Long ago lived...
In a 'we are the richest' state there is.
From a past wished now to continue.
A collective mindset does not exist.
Cities allowed homelessness and hunger,
To persist on the backs of low paid wagers.
The 'haves' have always accused the 'have nots'...
Of being shiftless and lazy.
When jobs from them were taken and not given.
As those who were rich,
Separated themselves in suburban divisions.
Now they find dimes to spend are few.
Minds invested in their futures...
Were incompetently limited, hidden and subdued.
Those outcast and ostracized,
Were slandered and defamed and criticized...
For an outspokenness that addressed deceit and lies.
The rich and the poor now see eye to eye.
But a bigotry does not feed...
Upon an ignorance fed to breed superficiality.
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Session musicians kind of respected me because what I was talking about made sense. That all came from an education. Believe me, education does you more good. Maybe that's the reason I've been around so long.
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Why Are You Asking 'Me' Those Questions?
'What can I do?
When the world seems so screwed up.'
I ask.
'What is true for me?
And what isn't?
What is my task?
How long is this confusion I face,
Going to last? '
I ask.
'And if I pray everyday,
Will these conflicts go away?
Will these burdens be lifted?
How long can I expect to be afflicted,
By this.'
I ask.
And something inside pulled me aside.
I felt interrogated.
As if I should be stripped bare naked.
Of everything...
Including my pride!
I was not prepared to do that.
Even though everything else,
I had already tried!
And I was questioned...
By a voice I could not deny!
~When was the last time you prayed with faith?
Is it constantly done?
With a devotion felt that overcomes?
Why are you looking outside yourself...
To validate I exist.
When I sit within you...
Feeling you hide
As if from Me you resist.
How often do you listen?
And if you do...
Do you obey?
Like you say you do,
With Me in faith...
With an honesty of truth?
As you say you do everyday?
Or do you choose your obstacles with you to stay!
What is it that you wish from Me,
Anyway?
You think I'm going to sit with you,
And waste MY time away?
If you are not grateful for My presence...
How can I gift you with My blessings? ~
'Who is this?
Is this God?
And if this is...
Why are You asking 'me' those questions?
I thought you had ALL the answers? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Pinch of Common Sense
I am glad not to repeat...
Those days of my youth.
Encouraged to be everything else,
Instead of what I wanted to pursue.
I was young and self expressive,
Then.
With opinions I had...
I made known,
If I chose to
Over again!
Which I did often.
Much of my life lived back then,
Was done fast tracked!
With many things done...
Today would not be condoned!
Not like that.
And I am not going to settled today,
For childlike conversation,
And a densed destination...
From someone who claims to be grown!
If I can get just a pinch of common sense...
Determined to exist within one person,
I'd be feeling at home!
But those feelings here,
Aren't shown
Not like that.
From anyone claiming ownership!
That's what makes me feel lonely.
Buried in thoughts of how things used to be.
In today where those 'used to bees' are useless!
When I think about that,
I become sad as the feeling of isolation...
Overwhelms me!
When I think about that...
I realize more,
Why you and I had to depart!
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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The man whose riches satisfy his greed
The man whose riches satisfy his greed
Is not more rich for all those heaps and hoards
Than some poor man who has enough to feed
And clothe his corpse with such as God affords.
I have no use for men who steal and cheat;
The fruit of evil poisons those who eat.
Some wicked men are rich, some good men poor,
But I would rather trust in what's secure;
Our virtue sticks with us and makes us strong,
But money changes owners all day long.
Faith Within
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
Or seek with this acknowledgement,
A reason to complain about my circumstances.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
I hear others disrespect themselves,
With criticisms directed.
I hear comments returned to them,
By those sharing a mutual unconsciousness.
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
With a facing of those obstacles,
Presented on my path to test.
And yet,
I know from where my blessings come...
To on me become bestowed.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
And I am able to let go,
Of that which troubles me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don’t Grow Preachers
Preachers have no mindset to serve.
Workers have no mindset to preach.
Workers, not preachers, run the world.
Don’t water and grow the preachers.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Steps That Have Been Taken
Everyday there is a rearrangement,
Of something that has been changed.
For people to insist no changes exist,
Will stop those from being born,
Into a mindset meant and permitted...
Just for the nonsense lipped,
By those self righteous hypocrites!
And too many have already witnessed,
The affects of their 'perfection'.
And the steps that have been taken,
To keep it that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Painting In The Woods
HOPE, PEACE, FAITH, LOVE
We can never have enough
Tired of life getting me down
Looking lost was all I found
Everything around me gray
But I saw HOPE today
Walking down the street
Pavement kisses barefoot feet
Left with nothing to say
But I felt PEACE today
Didn't know where to begin
I knew I was full of sin
Somehow I was saved
I found FAITH today
I hugged my kids
And a goodbye kiss
Tomorrow will be a better day
But I held LOVE today
FEAR, GREED, DEBT, PAIN
How do we stop this game
Saw a man on the news
Kids dying from abuse
Never nothing good to say
Too much FEAR today
The whole world is going nuts
Politics are all corrupt
Every man wants to have his way
So much GREED today
No jobs equals no work
Is this a cosmic joke?
Too many bills we can't pay
Everyone is in DEBT today
Too much excess all around
We need to reach a common ground
There has to be a better way
There's too much PAIN today
My son, Jason, came up with the concept and title for this one. Thank you my little genius!
poem by Melissa Cambronero
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Infestation Of Getting 'High' On Education
The increasing costs of one's higher education,
Provides 'what' as a guarantee?
Intelligence?
Common sense?
An ability to know the difference between...
Being accountable and responsible?
Competent 'with' integrity?
Does the increasing costs of one's education,
Automatically bestow pride...
And identity?
Or is one paying to network nonsense?
To ensure more of it becomes obvious as seen.
And we all benefit by the process of this...
Infestation of getting 'high' on education and not deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeding On Evil
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Builds up feelings of being superior,
And strengthens mental securities...
Of those with low self esteem,
Who practice with weapons to destroy human beings.
Those with thoughts like this,
Are no different than a cancer allow to grow.
Even though the cures to relieve these agonies,
Have long been made available.
But fear has it advantages,
To benefit the ones unconscious.
It's in the advertising of good hype,
That keeps people supporting...
The creation of fears and misdeeds,
With beliefs those of deceit and greed...
Actually have sensibilities to heal wounds.
They wont since it's not to their best interest.
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Is,
For reasons to be left condoned...
To diminish all quality of life as shown.
And the ending of humanity if not stopped.
Even though,
The cures to relieve agonies that come...
With an intentional implementation of grief that is done,
Have long been made available to eliminate sorrows.
To ensure this existence of life,
Is enjoyed by everyone blessed to be gifted with it.
The markings left by the beast feeding on evil increased,
Will be decreased to cease and soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enlightenment
Law is made for lawyers
and crimes for criminals.
Politics for politicians.
Common sense for commoners.
Friendship is made for friends,
and love for lovers.
Hate for haters.
Religion for the religious.
School is made for administrators,
and lead for leaders.
Money for the rich.
Charity for the poor.
Knowing this,
be a little of each
or fail to find perspective.
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The So Called Good Economic Managers
Due to Government mismanagement we see a society in decay
And the wealthy at the expense of the poor get wealthier it should never be that way
In so called affluent Western Nations people live rough on the street
Without a place to call home to out of rubbish bins they eat.
The Government due to so called good economic management get re-elected but the poor getting more poor
And for the youth of the poor Suburbs job opportunities are fewer
And many young people never find employment because of their address
And lack of career opportunities give rise to feelings of hopelessness.
Life is tough for those in the poor Suburbs where poverty is rife
From the day that they are born they must struggle on through life
The Monarch became Monarch due to birthright doesn't life seem so unfair
Whilst millions are dying of hunger in the bigger World out there.
The so called good economic managers are back in power again
But from their good economic management only the wealthy gain
And even in so called wealthy Western Nations there is widespread poverty
And more people dying of malnutrition than ever before in the twenty first century.
poem by Francis Duggan
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They Go In To Come Out To Do What?
They say they have beliefs.
And collectively they are seen...
Going in with them.
But they come out to do what?
They say they have traditions.
Standards to uphold.
Lifestyles to embrace.
With a quality of life,
Hard work takes.
They pray to keep them.
And claim to have faith.
However...
When they are seen,
On the day they pray and worship...
To spend time to gain answers and strength.
With Him!
They go in and come out to do what?
I do not see what they believe applied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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