Who Led Them In?
Nobody knows,
How their failures began.
Although everyone is in agreement...
Someone with insight,
To enighten them is needed!
One who is capable,
With abilities to free them from a cesspool.
But...
Who led them in?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
To lead them like sheep...
Grouped as a herd of fools!
Who hypnotized them...
To accept desperation.
And loss of a quality of life...
In need of a sacrifice,
To experience an end result...
That would bring an excitement,
With a festive mood that delights.
Who led them on?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
Now discovered totally wrong.
With a quality of life...
That has them infighting.
In divisions discussing...
The disgust of racial strife.
Fed like sugar to boost their appetites!
With more of this to spread...
As if the feeding of it is alright!
Who led them in?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
That a cesspool would be envied.
And the joy of it would uplift!
These folks are drugged and deluded,
On addicting lies some insist...
A continuance and need for it!
With claims someone with experience...
Is preferred to keep them dense,
And blanketed in darkness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Difficult to Achieve
Some folks achieve notoriety,
Based upon the quantity of their work.
Not as a result of the quality...
That can be observed.
However,
With a touch of therefore.
It is very difficult to achieve,
A sustained quality!
Well...
For some!
But after a while it really doesn't matter.
Folks will diminish one's ability,
To sustain a quality with quanity.
It happens.
Since the familiarity of it being delivered,
Becomes taken for granted.
Try maintaining substance over time.
It can be done.
But not recommended.
Folks don't associate work with it!
And sooner or later...
Whatever it is becomes disrespected.
For the uniqueness of its delivery.
And deduced as something that was done too easy.
And sleazing it becomes even easier.
Especially by those who rise in the morning...
Prepared to critique,
As part of what it is done they do...
To participate in this experience called life.
We all have a need to fulfill something we regard,
As valued by somebody, somewhere.
And so we do it.
Most times without thought at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sign Your Life Away
Well I heard you sold them America
You said it was built to last
Price is right, the time is now
You said it was going fast
Well I've got my beliefs
And I don't agree with a single word you say
A convincing smile, a twist of truth
You seem to get your way
And they believed you
With every word you said
It always sounded so convincing
As you signed their life away
So tell me what you're thinking
When you lie in your bed
The suffering you've caused
Surely it must go around your head
Well they call you Mr Cover
A predator at heart
A man who's reputation
Was dangerous from the start
You lie and you steal, cheat and you rob
Sold anything you could
You never had a second thought for people that you hurt
And they believed you
With every word you said
It always sounded so convincing
As you signed their life away
So tell me what you're thinking
When you lie in your bed
The suffering you've caused
Surely it must go around your head
It's been so many years
Well you've hurt so many people
As you've singed their lives away
Do you ever spare a moment's thought about the price they have to pay?
And they believed you
With every word you said
It always sounded so convincing
As you signed their life away
So tell me what you're thinking
When you lie in your bed
The suffering you've caused
Surely it must go around your head...
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Money Laughs
i shoot an old man
with my camera
taking a tired face
inside my monitor
for posterity of misery
i shoot the old man
telling him that financial aid
is coming from the
United Nations
the old man sheds some tears
i guess
to be more convincing
money is a very
efficient film director
i shoot an old English professor
who is dying
of attention
and then i talk to money
and money laughs
finally convincing me
that it can always change
the mood of anyone
even my own
some kind of pretension
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And in this respect, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict has been a tragedy, a clash between one very powerful, very convincing, very painful claim over this land and another no less powerful, no less convincing claim.
Convincing of the Wholesomeness
If we did not live for hypocriscy sake...
Our hypocritical way of life,
Would not be so democratically envied!
From a conceptual perception...
Alleged and pledge at birth!
As we have been conditioned to believe,
With such a passion...
That our values and standards,
Are such 'must haves' to be enforced upon others.
With a convincing of the wholesomeness of decadence,
Which benefits those upholding 'Christian' traditions!
And these beliefs are worthy of inflicting conflict...
Wherever there is an invitation or a need determined,
To insist that the best of life is lived to pay taxes...
With a zeal to cheat and lie at someone's expense!
Proving one's patriotic devotion and loyalty to the 'cause'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Individuals approaching death often experience encounters with their dead relatives, who seem to welcome them to the next world. These deathbed visions are authentic and convincing; they are often followed by a state of euphoria and seem to ease the transition.
quote by Stanislav Grof
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Trying to Convince Ourselves
If I spent my life seeking your approval...
Neither one of us would be improving,
On our point of view.
Or that quality of life we feel is right for us.
We would become stagnant.
Unchanged...
Isolated.
And delusional about who we are.
We would become...
HEY!
We would become what we are right now!
A people totally out of touch with reality.
And trying to convince ourselves...
Others are envious of our display of ignorance!
And you are here,
Trying to prevent me from being who I am.
Showing me the depth of your shallowness...
With traditions you believe makes you superior!
You are in much need of psychological recovery.
First you need to be brought up to date!
And then you need to realize,
How your hatred has been self inflicted.
Hopefully you will have time to experience your life,
Without conflict that has its roots in racial inferiorities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To let politics become a cesspool, and then avoid it because it is a cesspool, is a double crime.
quote by Howard Crosby
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It
Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Stays to Stick
Opportunities do not alone come,
To arrive without connections.
Very few doors open or close...
If they are not attached to hinges.
How many can say they sit,
Inside a house without a roof?
A home is not a home...
Unless someone lives in it,
To make that proof.
And who can say they are truly happy,
Until that has been pursued?
A quality of life is only quality obtained...
When all pieces come together,
And everyone is participating...
With no one deluded or refusing to accept truth!
And when that is discovered...
That is maintained.
Nothing stays to stick to cement quick,
Without a seriousness attached to it!
And that seriousness is there and meant.
For purposes to have those involved...
Accepting there is an agreed upon benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed.
quote by Frederick Douglass
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Looking In a Mirror
Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
And Those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
'If they respected each other like brothers.
If the sisters insisted they get respect...
None of this would be here existing.
How did their lives turn out this way,
If they did not insist upon it?
Maybe they've forgotten,
They've made it rotten! '
And those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!
Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
'They refuse to do that,
However!
But the whining they enjoy! '
The old man chuckles...
Ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing where to lead people is not the same as convincing them to follow you.
quote by Douglas H. Everett
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More Tit and Less Tat For That
More tit and less tat for that.
That tat needs to step back.
Unwinding it,
Does not sit too well,
With all that's going on...
Whirpooling itself straight to hell.
Mouths shut all ears open.
All eyes wide and fixed.
These times are being removed,
From the hands of misfits.
Get over it!
Split or take a hike.
Whatever you like.
But the infighting enjoyed has spiked.
The days we live are not for children,
Who sling mud and love to back bite!
More tit and less tat for that.
That tat needs to step back.
Unwinding it,
Does not sit too well,
With all that's going on...
Whirpooling itself straight to hell.
You better snap reality back and quick.
Your sickness is about to get dismissed.
Whether or not you can handle...
It
The honesty of your ways that has created,
Your dismay!
Long before 911 became a condition,
To prolong in assisting in keeping your fears fantisized...
Whose quality of life has your ignorance supported?
Whose lies do you cling to as if in devotion?
Whose truth do you despise...
Yet ignored to create your own commotion.
And why...
Do you continue to allow your life this slide?
Into a cesspool you ride with glee.
That may not trouble you!
But there are many I see,
Who are in total disbelief!
As you wish to play tit for tat.
Your sickness has made you react like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After convincing myself that was maybe you should at least help out your neighborhood, I really started to think about it later on in life.
quote by Rick Danko
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Wishing I Did Not Leave
If I did not miss you...
I would not lay awake,
Convincing myself I hate you.
And I would 'never' give you that satisfaction,
Of knowing how much I am concerned.
Because I am not!
I could care less.
Or give you the right to 'think'
You can live without me.
What has happened between us,
Has not left me tormented.
Even though...
That is what you wish for me to believe.
That I am the one grieving.
Please!
You will never have it like that!
Not with me.
You are not even a passing thought!
Since I could care less,
How much you toss and turn in your sleep...
Wishing I did not leave.
I 'hope' you now have been taught a lesson!
If I did not miss you...
I would not lay awake,
Convincing myself I hate you.
I despise you...I do!
You make me sick!
And I hope you are somewhere,
Knowing it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Looking Back
It took fifty years for them to face,
An increasing blight they put in place.
With a concentration centered,
On an infighting sighted more embraced.
Eaten as served on exquisite plates.
And delivered to those with name dropping status.
And overnight the infighting once tasting great.
With an appetite deemed a reason to celebrate.
And so appropriate for those feeding on this as a diet.
Is now witnessed as sickness for them that began.
But limited were complaints to minimize among diners.
Since the presentation impressed and found divine.
Now there are those who ignited a stirring of division,
With a making of attempts to erase their tracks.
The ones that lead them to a deadend they began.
With a looking back!
To proclaim others are to blame for their heightend disgust,
For not bringing a meal that appealed to all that led them to lust.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
quote by Jane Austen
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Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong
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A Battle Going On In Their Own Backyards
The only ones that can see what does not exist,
And prevent others from succeeding...
To accuse them of being something they insist,
Is the reason and cause for a production of failures...
Are the very same people destroying themselves,
To blame with their fingers pointed at someone else.
They will praise standards and values,
Even those with microscopes can not find.
They will undermine those who protect them,
Regardless of their self-centered states of mind.
They will paint a picture of a perfect quality of life,
Then charge a fee to get a glimpse of it in a museum.
But a reality to embrace with a facing of their mistakes,
To correct and confess them as they are as visualized...
As seen with a clarity by those eyes removed from disguises,
Is a fight between the ones deluded...
And the many who have begun to confront them with truth.
With a battle going on in their own backyards.
To validate with determination and persistent ignorance...
That fools can and will emerge victorious in their own defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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