With Wishes To Provoke and Defame
A history kept that has been embellished,
And exaggerated when told...
Eventually weakens a diminishing society,
By those who choose to battle to keep...
Comforts and customs unravelling,
From delusions fed to reveal an absence...
Of substance.
And depleted they are of an integrity...
That fears an unbeatable truth that pursues,
With brutal reality.
'You speak as if you are not part of this? '
I am just an observer.
Like many with abilities,
Depicted and ignored as insignificant.
And from where I stand...
There has been some benefit,
To being considered invisible.
Although, periodically, I am found to blame,
By those with wishes to provoke and defame...
Contibutions made but stolen by those who claim,
Them as their own.
Idiotic and dangerous are those unconscious actions taken!
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Diminishing Of Integrity
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of equality,
Now gone.
And...
A quality of life once wished,
To value and exist to admit...
Is,
A deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of equality,
Now gone.
With a deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
With a deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
And seems to demean,
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
Now gone.
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
Gone!
Gone!
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Traumatized By Too Much Reality
The one thing that can be said...
About those who are traumatized,
By too much reality faced on a daily basis!
Is this...
They will always find others to help protect them,
And their delusions.
While depicting those who speak truth comfortably,
As vicious and mean.
And insensitive to the ones,
Who disrespect honesty...
With embellished acceptable lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bulk of Your Talents Clearly On Display
Your campaign to defame,
And slander my name in shame...
Has in fact helped to keep my integrity intact.
And those who are aware of your attacks,
Wonder about those skills you claim to have?
Since your abilities have been limited,
To narrow minded tactics.
With the bulk of your talents clearly on display.
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This Introduction of Truth
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.
So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
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Insignificant
Whether they were told what to believe...
Or made to conceive it or not!
They were never challenged on their own,
To know!
To seek for themselves,
What was or was not real.
And taught to reject,
From mindsets accepted...
To disregard anything,
That conflicted with a truth...
A life lived to them would bring.
There is a comfort they have with deceit.
And all that is connected,
With the absence of truth.
Whether they were told what to believe...
Or made to conceive it or not!
It was easy to keep them feeling,
Insignificant!
And to use them to deplete,
Of their resources...
That made them look weak,
Helpless, hopeless and appearing needy.
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A Playing Of The Blame Game
The ones given a choice to choose sides,
And they do this believing themselves to benefit...
Should not find fault,
With a playing of the blame game...
Against those to accuse,
For a wrong decision that has been learned...
To have been made.
But somehow those that have been ridiculed,
By the ones who are now depicted as fools...
Have been targeted for not being specific enough,
In declaring their correctness.
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On Which Side Of Hypocrisy Do You Reside?
It has been exposed.
Why can't you face it?
Those disenfranchised,
Did not create or cause your current dilemma.
Neither did the homeless, the hungry...
Or those confined to live in inner cities,
Have a wish to live lives like this.
Those illiterate and ignorant,
Did not choose to isolate themselves.
Or chose to be abandoned with needs,
By those who created for themselves jobs...
Feeding delusions as they depleted identities.
No one effectively suppressed,
Invent fear or the aspects of threats.
Or control the media!
Be it TV, movies or the printed press.
No one you have selected to character assassinate,
Defame to shame or intentionally oppress...
Had any influence over your decisions,
You made with a narrow mindedness.
It has been your way of life...
That has produced dire effects.
And yet you protest against the rise of wickedness?
With deeds done that deceive,
Has not made any of this cost effective.
In fact,
Isn't your reality being financed by creditors,
You are deeply indebted to...
Overseas?
And you want to treat me the way you've done?
On which side of hypocrisy do you reside?
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We All Are Victims
To confront anyone,
Who has lived their entire life...
Based upon delusions fed with lies,
Is like trying to convince...
Someone who has lived as a hermit,
That they have just been selected...
To receive an award for being the most congenial,
By those who have found their social attributes...
To be undeniably refreshing.
And somehow this embellished exaggeration,
Is not considered a joke as much as it is a threat.
It then becomes best,
To leave one alone in their own comfort zone.
Since few people will accept,
A reality that does not connect...
To what they know or has not to them been shown.
Without an experience of it being known.
We all are victims of some enforced limitation.
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
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Devoted and Truer Fools
Those who 'use' to be the ones,
Depicted as fools.
With a diminishing done,
To any influence they might have had...
Have not been the fools,
Many were led to believe.
With a choice to ruin their integrity!
It seems those fools,
Had always worn tailored made suits.
And deceived with fake impressions.
Diluting those minds without a conscious.
And it seems as though,
Those who have followed the ones...
Impressing with dress and promises,
Have been made devoted and truer fools.
And today they know this.
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Telling It Like It Is Offends
Whether embellished by the use of implication.
Whether embellished by the use of assumption.
Whether embellished by the use of innuendo.
A double entendre has been done to purposely do.
And whoever has done that to you,
Has probably made a career out of doing it.
My advice?
Unsolicited,
Is this...
Double entendre them too!
And witness the benefit.
They wouldn't know what to do.
At least you will be conscious of it!
And that is the advantage of acquiring knowledge.
To know 'something' AND be conscious too,
Is like packing a secret weapon.
Expose yourself to something different...
Anything,
You did not know before.
The downside of refusing an opportunity,
To obtaining a knowledge...
Is as dangerous as selling a bag of weed,
To a cop undercover.
the moment a badge is flashed...
A connection occurs.
However...
You did,
Once that deed was done...
Acquire a knowledge,
That was instantly transmitted.
Like...
To open a closed door,
Doesn't mean your mind is receptive.
Your ears may be shut off from listening.
And your eyes not prepared to focus.
Leaving everything in your head,
Subjected to being victimized by scrutiny!
And to be scrutinized caught off guard...
Shakes a nervousness seen throughout the body.
And to enhance, decorate, ornament to adorn or beautify,
With words to captivate attention...
Is to exaggerate.
With...
Implication.
Assumpt ion.
And...
Yes,
Innuendo!
But to call any of these activities 'lies'...
And spoken to masquerade truth to 'charade',
Would infuriate the one falsely delighting in spotlight.
And forced,
To 'think'...
With the giving of some unexpected time to do it!
A telling it like it is,
Offends those unconscious someone else is aware...
Of their every move,
Without the need of an explanation to interpret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Credited In Bad Debits
Accumulating wealth,
At someone else's expense...
Is a crime.
One with a selfishness of mind,
Has become oblivious to it.
Those who whine against this,
Believe their interests...
Has been to take from others.
In a declaration,
To stake as their claim.
Dedicated to steal...
As a birthright to aim.
With unconscious druthers...
Smothered in a pampered,
Selfcenteredness condoned.
To blame,
And...
Have no shame!
Nor guilt explicit if needs of greed,
Become limited.
Although they wish to be stimulated with...
A fragmented way of life they can not resist.
One that has hit an economic abyss...
Far and much distanced from a stolen bliss.
They alone wrecked with theft and havoc.
With demands continuing to exist,
To supplement an undeniable ending...
Persistent with a reality that dismisses,
Their addicted temper fits.
And fantasized delusions...
Now credited in bad debits,
Sitting in closed banks...
Issuing worthless I.O.U.s
On italic letterheads endorsed...
By a bankrupt federal government.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Absence of Diligence
Duped and juiced.
Pinched and squeezed.
Convinced with fed delusions...
A fix will mend these current scenes.
Economically depleted.
Philosophically tricked.
People are seeking answers,
As to what, why and who started this.
An absence of diligence.
No observations with common sense.
Entertainments galore to deceive.
With visuals to believe.
Duped and juiced.
Pinched and squeezed.
Convinced with fed delusions...
A fix will mend these current scenes.
Economically depleted.
Philosophically tricked.
People are seeking answers,
As to what, why and who started this.
But truth is not received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Emotional Investment Made
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
And there has been no emotional investment made.
Not one to make your absence made clear.
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
There is nothing felt or I have witnessed...
That makes an apology something worthy to hear,
Again from your lips.
It's like this...
Excused exaggerations colorized by alibis,
Do not fly well in this atmosphere you wish to change!
For purposes to cement a meaningless relationship.
The only thing you have deposited,
Is superficiality.
And nothing of that I have embraced can you claim.
It's like this...
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
And there has been no emotional investment made.
Not one to make your absence made clear.
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
There is nothing felt or I have witnessed...
That makes an apology something worthy to hear,
Again from your lips to recite to capture empathy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Completely Depleted of Energy
Completely depleted of energy,
That is how one will be left.
Out of breath and self respect...
When letting some get too attached,
To a willingness given to them...
Who take every step,
Someone has made for their advantage...
To allow being taken for granted to come next.
And become one's duty done,
To enhance the awaiting of another's expectation.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
And...
It may be too late,
For a teaching to take place...
If the teacher has given permission,
For the skills of manipulation...
To be used by a prized pupil.
Thinking mistakes as blatant as this...
As part of the curriculum!
When as an elective,
This foolishness...
Should not have been permitted.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
When intolerance for this behavior,
Should have been long corrected...
As not acceptable.
And a 'no-no' one poses.
Instead of repeatedly giving into this,
As a passing grade.
If one is completely depleted,
Of energy because of this...
The depletion achieved may be well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember the Ridiculous?
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
Remember the heights achieved by those self righteous?
The ones who quoted from scriptures and knew what sinning meant.
The ones who declared a separation of church and politics.
And spoke of family values and deplored decadence.
With hints they were chosen and others lived to be blasphemous!
Rewind these actions and tell me this...
Whose standards vowed are at a crisis now?
Who authorized the lives we live?
While standing by to watch...
Chaos rise to become prioritized as top notch!
With excuses to make and pointing fingers to give!
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
And those making the most noise today...
Protest loudly in disarray!
In groups to influence and convince in their dismay...
They represent the people who are of conservative ways.
Remember the ridiculous?
When terrorists were thought to ride camels...
And not be Ivy league graduates,
On shores who condoned and promoted this!
With only greed and the economy as the main interest.
Too bad the borders can not be secured,
By those who are staunch racists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Truth Is My Due
I would prefer praise to criticism any day
But for as long as people their truth to me do say
And with lies not defame me in any way
I will 'cop it sweet' with me 'twill be okay
Yet some people even whilst speaking the truth
By their words alone do seem lacking in ruth
Even the truth spoken crudely can leave a mental sting
The great power of words can be a hurtful thing
Yet the truth is the truth and can never defame
It is with your own actions that you sully your name
Due to jealousy or a sense of revenge some with their words are cruel
And with their words to character ruin light the fuel
I will accept the truth if the truth is my due
For as long as you say of me of me what's true.
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