With Little or No Awareness
With little or no awareness,
They elaborate on things.
From beliefs handed to them through gossip,
To something foolish done when they are parenting.
You can't really call them victims...
Since they are steadfastly ignorant.
Comprehending their own identities...
Is something missing and allow to stunt.
And witnessing this from a knowledge obtained,
Keeps impatient an observer's point of view!
Nothing one does to share with people like this...
Will ever be accepted,
Since intelligence is suspected,
And long has been rejected...
By those who perceive,
Thinking folks are enemies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On This Same Path Alone
For many years I have walked by myself,
On this same path alone.
Long before your birth.
Or your first steps taken to you were known.
I've absorbed criticisms about what I've done.
And ostracized because my beliefs,
Were not accepted by many.
And quite foreign to some.
I've been accused of not being black enough.
By those who now sip cocktails with whites.
I dare to be who I am at all times...
Around those without identities!
And when I am near they become uptight.
But they claim to be who they are...
Whenever they have that as an appetite!
You know the ones?
Those who pass their judgements,
On everyone!
And those who approach,
As if what I do they can do much better.
Not knowing my disposition,
Has been honed by stormy weather.
I do not argue.
But instead I am quite entertained.
Since I know these folks would run to seek shelter...
At the hint of a cloud.
Or the aspects of falling rain!
And I make no claims of not having competition.
I just live my life...
Comprehending I have none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From A Racist Point Of View
If I was a white man,
My intelligence...
Would not be considered arrogant.
Nor would I be noticed flaunting my pride.
Or be thought of as a novelty!
But because I am black.
And factually identified with a liking of it.
I am thought to be a fool.
Because I have multiple experiences.
And most folks who like their perspectives kept,
From a racist point of view...
Think all black folks they call niggers are fools.
With a proudness to display their ignorant redneck status.
And being called a cracker they love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Catering Done
Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults with a goal to increase...
Perceptions to connect a comprehending growth,
Shown that is released.
People become defensive when in the presence,
Of one who has experience to share.
And instead of being respectful with a listening...
One's biasness takes over.
And a critiquing diminishing from them begins.
With that as the awareness there to be given.
Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults.
With a catering done to an ignorance as a result...
An encouragement of mediocrity flourishes without end.
'So what is the ultimate solution? '
Something that will remove biased attitudes.
With an implementation in everyone's mind...
To find reasons to respect with a leaving them colorblind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poverty, And Ignorance!
one of the most infuriating
things i've ever read inferred
that people live in poverty
because they are ignorant!
the majority of people living
in poverty are there because
they are the victims of human greed.
call it what you want....
when too few have too much,
the many do without.
we are not so ignorant as to
accept your blatent assumptions!
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We may take it to be the accepted idea that the Mosaic books were not handed down to us for our instruction in scientific knowledge, and that it is our duty to ground our scientific beliefs upon observation and inference, unmixed with considerations of a different order.
More Than a Delayed Comprehension
Soul searching becomes a ritual,
For one who discovers awareness.
Sometimes I question
The quest for knowledge,
And understanding.
It's never ending.
Where is this neverending quest carried?
What limitations are there?
How much wisdom can a mind unrestricted absorb?
If we are that image that God has created...
In HIS likeness,
Then THAT introduces questions like these...
Is God the Supreme Master of Hypnosis?
And if that is true,
Could this experience we call life,
Be just an elaborate and fantastic hallucination?
Created just for His sensation.
Because He could!
And anyone doubting this power today,
Has more than a delayed comprehension!
Anyone suspended in beliefs they can fly...
Do!
And find themselves smacked against concrete!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can I Get a Witness?
If people are not reading...
That does not mean,
A comprehension is not welcomed.
If they are not feeding,
From beliefs...
They too are qualified,
To allow thinking to be done!
And as this ignorance is toasted and spread...
By some who are fed,
They can only achieve by keeping suppression,
Dealt to those oppressed instead.
A lowered standard of life...
Lowers below that of a flower bed.
And an acceptance only blooms,
A stench to climb like vines on fences.
Getting the attention,
Of hard thickened heads!
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.
When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.
And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss...
They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Let us sway with the rhythm.
In dimmed lighting, please.
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish! '
That's right...
Lower the lights.
'When they perceive,
Themselves as kings and queens.'
Pass the crumbs to those humming.
'When they become,
Stung by all their madness.'
Can I get a witness?
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption
Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.
If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.
My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get Done And With Competence
I don't intend to offend when I begin,
To write...
It just happens,
Within my scope of a life I define...
From my point of view.
And,
Hey...
This point of view is mine!
Today...
I am not selling congeniality.
Nor am I embittered with that kind of...
Mood swinging attitude,
Like some say I am since I do walk,
As if I've got swagger.
And not pulling myself,
Through a field of molasses.
You know...
Like the ones who humble themselves,
To be accepted while filling out a job application.
With their bowed heads and upturned eyes?
And their smile-on-cue demeanors.
I am respectful not a clown!
And I do not 'yes' my way through conversations.
If I have an opinion...
I might express it 'If' I am challenged,
To apply my experience and intelligence...
When communicating a seriousness left,
I wish to leave.
Although I have had my share of injustices.
Some blatant and some masked as if...
I am to understand my minority status,
As a declared human being.
And people who approach me that way,
Are left learning a few lessons.
'The world is a classroom.'
Whenever there is a need to be taught,
A few things about life.
Since I do enjoy delivering...
Some concepts of my own.
I don't often 'trip' like that!
And it does offend those who believe,
I should know my place!
And their place?
Not to get in my way...
If I am expected to perform a task,
To get done and with competence.
Which to 'them' and those like them...
Is another thing that offends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Penny Pinched
Visitations of subservience...
They adorn their Sunday best and await.
A colonialized attachment excites.
And they do not bite the hand,
That feeds them from a buffet...
Of accepted identities they obey.
As they try to remain good boys and girls,
All their lives.
With a pride dignitized and churched!
Where they peek and perch to point and gossip.
And pray their well-being is kept penny pinched,
From hand-me-downs!
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Mistaken identities
Prejudices come from mistaken identities.
Faith and belief stand from mistaken identities.
Actions are taken from such wrong identities.
Victims are mounting without a recluse.
02.09.2012
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Up and down
The accepted are rejected
And the rejected are accepted
In due course. Curse not
If you are not now accepted.
28.04.2002, Pakd
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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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Sonnet: On Knowledge
Knowledge is one thing priceless, people want;
Knowledge is something gained by labor long;
Knowledge is infinite; master, you-can't;
Knowledge is changeable, much like a song.
Knowledge is deeper than the oceans deep;
Knowledge is larger than the Universe;
Knowledge is barely in life, just a peep;
Knowledge if badly used becomes God's curse.
Knowledge remains undiminished, tho' you- share;
Knowledge gives man, a civilised outlook;
Knowledge if improper, you ought to pare;
Knowledge is gained from Nature and by book.
Knowledge can make a man a wiser one;
Knowledge gives Wisdom in the longer run.
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Neither Are Around To Be Found
When it is discovered,
Not to be what it is.
Or what one has thought it to be...
Why is there a place for it sought?
Why is it accepted,
With a patience to have beliefs change.
And if beliefs can be changed with patience...
Why is it claimed neither are around to be found.
It is close to one's seeking for peace.
People kill to make it happen.
With a spending of millions to get it.
Only to go bankrupt financially and morally.
When peace is free!
And when something is free...
People automatically become suspicious of it.
But can be deceived they have enemies,
To ultimately pay the price...
For finding a place for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Who are Ignorant
People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive and crazed.
People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit and decadence has been their main appetite.
People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise and them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are and can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.
However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Day When The Sitting To Listen Comes
The day when the sitting to listen comes,
Those who hadn't done it before...
Will discover a wealth of knowledge can be obtained.
Impatience with a running mouth...
And ears blocked,
Makes for poor comprehension.
And those who lack experience,
Are generally the ones...
Who believe they can not be taught anything.
Incompetence loves the company,
Of others equally ignorant.
Especially those who have gained their influence,
Through social networking and kissing tail.
The day when the sitting to listen comes,
Those who hadn't done it before...
Will discover a wealth of knowledge can be obtained.
And what has been done by misdeed and in discreet...
Will be seen for what it is to undo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nearly None of It Has Been Applied
They were the ones who did not want to know anything.
They chose to be down to Earth.
Not trying to be too involved...
Or considered too concerned.
Not about 'worldly' things,
That is.
There is a comfort supplied in the not knowing of things!
Now they want to know what is going on?
And why things are the way they are.
And when are 'they' going to correct 'their' problems! ?
For them!
The ones who are satisfied in the not knowing of things!
You try to find answers for people like this!
But how can that be done...
When they've dismissed,
All opportunity...
To see things from an adult point of view!
But who knew they had no examples?
And they can not be criticized,
For quoting scriptures they've learned.
But like most things that they have learned...
Nearly none of it has been applied to their lives.
'Those people do that!
We don't do that.'
And all remain as ignorant as possible.
Since that is where they find their comforts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying That It Stays
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
With an advocating of it that will not see an end.
And praying that it stays to forever exist the way it is.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To remind those who sat but now on their feet...
How remaining down to Earth to 'him' this pleases.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And many wishing to be 'Back Home' again.
To walk those rural roads bare foot to visit neighbors.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To then drive away in a recently purchased Mercedes.
To live in comfort and tax free; rewarded for a job well done.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And the only thing that is wished,
Is that their children remember from where it is they came.
And proud they would be of them if they did the same.
'Why are you so critical of the people? '
~Oh...?
So what I observe is NOT accepted? ~
'It's the heritage and the culture,
They wish kept preserved.'
~I see.
How stupid of me to view it any other way.
And here I am thinking all of this,
Has no historic value to them that benefits.~
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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