You Know How They Are?
You know how they are...
Loud and boisterous.
Disrespectful and undisciplined.
As if common sense has skipped over them.
With a gutterness despicable.
Expose to others they wish influenced.
Accepting this withoput protest.
And they believe what they do is fine.
Blinded by the show of sighs and dismay!
They have been conditioned,
Their sick behavior is okay!
But...
There is an obvious neglect that reflects.
And destroys what is desired to be left protected.
And investment of a mindset,
Gone!
You know how they are?
'Yes, I do!
But they don't see this as pitiful.
Distracting and off track!
That is the sadness of all of that! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Witless
They see themselves as prime.
Something others crave sometimes.
They see themselves as 'fine'!
And 'why' most ask?
Why do they have that in their minds?
They see themselves better than others.
In a place where neglect and disrespect takes place!
And when many come from other cities to visit...
They are heard to say out loud as they may,
'Who are these folks and why are they mentally sick?
Who do they think they are when it is obvious they have flipped,
Witless! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praised For Outrageous Behavior
Loud like their mamas.
Irresponsible like their papas.
Protected all,
By excuses made.
Surrounded by walls,
Of those denials laid!
Disrespectful and indignant.
Ignorant and insolent.
Yet wishing with a dismissal of this,
To be praised for outrageous behavior.
Their lives have been lived,
Without social investments.
Or an upgrade of lowlife mindsets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXV: Common Thing
It’s not a kindness of heart
It’s not strong solidarity
It’s just a common thing
It’s not local wisdom
It’s not old tradition
It’s just a common thing
It’s not call of duty
It’s not sense of right
It’s just a common thing
It’s not formal greeting
It’s not automatic response
It’s just a common thing
It’s not a matter of guessing
It’s not a part of instinct
It’s just a common thing
It’s not natural reaction
It’s not act of compassion
It’s just a common thing
It’s not regular news
It’s not lack of awareness
It’s just a common thing
It’s not general knowledge
It’s not piece of memory
It’s just a common thing
It’s not statistic range
It’s not operational standard
It’s just a common thing
It’s not moral excuses
It’s not people ignorance
It’s just a common thing
It’s not public secret
It’s not rhetoric question
It’s just a common thing
It’s not different mindset
It’s not basic solution
It’s just a common thing
It’s not absolute law
It’s not blind obedience
It’s just a common thing
It’s not sweet revenge
It’s not getting even
It’s just a common thing
It’s not constant worry
It’s not planted fear
It’s just a common thing
It’s not usual bickering
It’s not daily fight
It’s just a common thing
It’s not die hard habit
It’s not strange behavior
It’s just a common thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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These Are Symptoms
Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.
Locally,
People were still stuck...
In a 'they' and 'them' mindset.
Having no interests in backyard events.
Not even to be curious enough,
To take a peek through the fence.
Set in their ways and making less sense.
Accepting and tolerating a decline of their lives.
Not wishing to cause trouble...
So they kept their mouths closed,
To minimize the hassle.
And made any complaints,
In muffled tones in their homes.
As if a disease had arrived to condone.
And one did!
Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.
Locally,
People were still stuck...
In a 'they' and 'them' mindset.
Having no interests in backyard events.
Not even to be curious enough,
To take a peek through the fence.
Set in their ways and making less sense.
And...
Babbling incoherently.
Pointing to each other as another would agree.
'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
'No.No.No,
She's sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
He is.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
THEY are.*
These are symptoms!
'NO! '
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms.
~No.~
These are symptoms.
Symptoms.
Symptoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nomads Free of Self Consciousness
There is a place where excuses are made.
And finding fault with others is condoned.
Children are disrespectful...
Hygiene is neglected, disregarded and rejected
And comprehension of it,
Goes unknown!
People defend their ignorance,
And lack of common sense...
With much protest!
Yet wishes to live like this in bliss
Is sick
Accepted
And shown!
Urban indigestion...
Constipates suggestions.
Blocked they are from knowledge
That acknowledges a cultural lost!
Nomads free of self consciousness,
Resisting attempts to fix...
At any cost!
A collective sanity is missing!
And those who know what it takes,
Are seen with their fingers crossed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are finite creatures. Our lives are small and can only scientifically consider a small part of reality. What's common for us is just a sliver of what's available. We can only see so much of the electromagnetic spectrum. We can only delve so deep into extensions of space. Common sense applies to that which we can access. But common sense is just that. Common. If total sense is what we want, we should be prepared to accept that we shouldn't call infinity weird or strange. The results we've arrived at by accepting it are valid, true within the system we use to understand, measure, predict and order the universe. Perhaps the system still needs perfecting, but at the end of day, history continues to show us that the universe isn't strange. We are.
quote by Michael Stevens
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How Creative Can A Repetition Get
How creative,
Can a repetition get?
How innovative can a mindset become,
If that mindset is conditioned...
To follow the footsteps of everyone else.
And everyone else,
Is repetitious.
And suspicious of those,
With other wishes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uh-oh, Love Comes To Town
Wait, wait for the moment to come
Stand up, stand up and take my hand
Believe, believe in mystery
Love love love love is simple as 1-2-3
Im a know-it-all, Im smartest man around
Thats right, you learn real fast through the smartest girl in town
Here come a riddle, here come a clue
If you were really smart, youd know what to do
When...
Jump back, sit back, get back, relax
Its ok
Ive called in sick I wont go to
Work today
Id rather be with the
One I love
I neglect my duties, I be in trouble but
Ive been to college, Ive been to school
Ive met the people that you read about in books
Here come a riddle, here come a clue
If you were really smart youd know what to do when I say
Jet pilot gone out of control, ship captain on the ground
Stock broker make a bad investment when love has come to town
Where, where is my common sense?
How...did I get in a jam like this?
Believe, I believe in mystery
Love, love love love is simple as 1-2-3
Here come a riddle, here come a clue
If you were really smart, youd know what to do when I say
Why am I going out of my head, whenever youre around?
The answer is obvious, love has come to town
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Just Not Equipped
The only case they have,
Should be a 'suitcase'.
Packed and ready to carry.
And/or dragged behind them.
Even though they have depleted the economy,
With unprecedented selfish greed.
They are still pleading to bleed it,
On credit and loans.
With people moaning about a way of life,
Based upon the right to take away from others.
And attacking those,
Who in the past have supported their whims!
With a wish that a newly elected president fails.
And he is the only one left with the credibility to save them.
The ones that could have prevented their miseries...
Had been the liars and thieves,
With no integrity at all.
And they praised them for these false images.
If they wish one with integrity fails...
What does that say about the mindset of the people?
Are they wicked 'and' mentally sick?
Or just not equipped with a consciousness?
One that has been nourish on common sense.
Or all of the above?
'I would say that depends on the luggage.
Are those 'bags' they carry or drag behind them,
Louis Vitton?
If not it doesn't matter.
Folks have been blinded by design! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Annual Recycling of Needs
The annual recycling of needs,
Is an inner city ritual.
The people are programmed to believe...
Their fortunes are less than the rest.
And so they are assigned to become protected,
By those the government selects...
They should receive assistance,
IF they qualify!
Of course many are denied,
The taste of keeping them enslaved!
They become disrespectful,
Unmotivated, lazy and mentally depraved.
They become conditioned to pray.
And they stay away from truths.
Becoming accepting of lies,
They pursue to overcome insecurities...
And immaturity keeps them as children,
To be told everything they say and do!
And when opportunities come to them,
They remain unprepared.
And for generations many of them can not comprehend...
Their uselessness has been designed,
To remove them from identities.
With mediocrity as goals to achieve.
And minds ignorantly limited.
Distant from reality.
And kept successfully unaware!
In an annual recycling of needs that is permitted...
To keep them subserviant!
And ensuring they remain there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coherently Insignificant
One's formal education financed,
Through payment of installments...
With an assistance one may get,
From various outside grants to chase.
Isn't the same kind of knowledge,
That one obtains to achieve wisdom.
And it is obvious those paying to be taught...
Have a lot of common sense lessons missed.
Leaving many not to express it at all,
As a benefit.
Not as a human dividend to uplift quality.
But a buyer's remorse is reflected,
Everywhere it can be seen.
There is an absence of any formal education,
Effectively displayed as a training vehical.
Where is it?
Isolated to use as a feeding tool?
For who to advance what to what levels?
As if that needs a microscope.
It doesn't!
And if there is evidence of it...
Shouldn't it be readily seen,
As the best investment one can make?
In panoramic scenes?
But...
Why is the proof of it kept hidden to flaunt openly,
As one's prized treasure to use on a constant basis?
Is it 'that' coherently insignifant and fragrantly incompetent,
That no one who has been accepted and conditioned...
Can tell with a clarity what their mission is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's a need for accepting responsibility - for a person's life and making choices that are not just ones for immediate short-term comfort. You need to make an investment, and the investment is in health and education.
quote by Buzz Aldrin
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Sick World
now m well adapted to this sick world
cruel world
wild world
after being shattered
after being crushed
after being cheated
left with no other option
accepting the things the way they are
m adapted to this sick world
selfish world
insane world
after being frustated
after being alone
after being tortured
i gave up
accepting the people the way they are
m adapted to this sick world
poem by Richa Soni
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Specific By Design
Lazy adults raised by irresponsible children,
Choosing to do what they please...
With the making of excuses encouraged as done,
Are not the ones to blame for their attitudes towards life.
Many do not accept transitions and think of them as painful.
Every example of a quality of life to value,
Has been degraded by those lazy who view mediocrity...
As too much of a struggle to achieve,
With an escaping from a hopelessness and self pity.
And the evidence of their influence is too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that sits,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Or can anyone conscious excuse the limits of it!
And the purpose with intentions to confine...
Those of shallow and unused minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Task To Mask My Weaknesses
It isn't as easy as it seems,
To teach anyone...
Who has established a mindset,
That whatever is done which they do...
Is okay no matter what it is.
Betraying others with a disrespect to display,
Is a thoughtlessness that increases to test...
Others to accept a mindset,
Deep in selfishness.
And kept protected in ways unsuspected.
Until one steps forward to protest this disregard,
There will be excuses made forever...
By the ones who perceive,
Others exist to cater to their needs.
To leave them to do as they choose and please.
'You can say what you like,
But never again...
Will I be giving you another opportunity,
To perceive my giving...
As a task to mask my weaknesses.'
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Time For You To Awaken
No one is disconnected,
From the effects of having less.
Those protesting the state of the economy,
Are the ones in selfish isolation.
Regretting what the times have met.
Believing in a stubborn mindset kept protected...
Their interests are in abundance.
And there is some of that still left.
What is known is not accepted.
What is revealed many reject.
What has been exposed and has all of us affected...
Many refuse to remove delusions.
With a wish to keep reaching,
For a movement kept in backward steps.
No one is disconnected,
From the effects of having less.
Those protesting the state of the economy,
Are the ones in selfish isolation.
Regretting what the times have met.
Believing in a stubborn mindset kept protected...
Their interests are in abundance.
And there is some of that still left.
'What is it that you are trying to prove? '
I'm not trying to prove anything.
It is your snoring that is boring.
And getting on my nerves.
It's time for you to awaken.
To face the truth that is being served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularized To Address And Adorn
They've been conditioned to believe,
What happens to them in their environment...
Is a reflection of society and the general public.
And what has been done to them has been effective.
And...
Indirectly,
They are correct.
Although,
What they expose and show as a collective mindset...
With a lack of comprehension as to who they are,
Consciously speaking...
Skips and misses the point of having an identity.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
And only in the 'inner cities'...
Is this believed,
To be a fashion statement!
Where everything else,
Seems to begin to generate taste and flavor...
Before being popularized to address and adorn.
And marketed to benefit the easy life of thieves.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reception For Their Exceptions
Attempting to uncover a meaning,
From that which has yet to be expressed...
Can be labelled stressful.
Or pitiful at best.
Some folks can not accept directness.
And for them,
The lights of awareness are dimmmed.
If to flicker at all.
Delusions become fantasized.
And a basis of a rationale...
Has no chance for them to begin.
It is criticized and does not survive.
This mindset has been stalled.
No matter what has been deemed real...
A reception for their exceptions is prioritized.
And that is the life protected and for them is lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Highly Suspicious Of The Lack Of Authenticity
How can a lie lived by anyone protect?
Or mosquito netting adorned by a mosquito...
Keep one from being bitten,
If already living in a nest of them.
Someone is not accepting,
What to me should have been confessed.
'You...
And the rest of us,
ARE...
In fact,
Mosquitoes.
Yes!
It is true.
That overdressing you do overkills.
From it you should undo.
Weep 'not' my child!
Look around you.
There's not a fly in the bunch! '
I never understood those who choose,
To walk on paths in a forest...
And afraid to confront insects.
Or build fabulous homes where no one roams,
Yet they brag about having an arsenal of weapons...
To feel safe and protected.
From what...
Common sense?
One drenched in trinkets,
And smothered by coverings of plastic...
Does not hide behind masks that crack.
But no one using a mind to think,
Can approach them to tell them that.
Or show them that a wear and tear from usage...
Produces signs of overindulgence.
How can a lie lived by anyone protect?
And from what?
Others also spicing a life lived in deception mode?
Those blinded by the shining of rusting bling?
THINGS that dust untouched and from them no love...
Is heard to be stated,
Much!
Or at all.
A lie eventually exposes everything.
And if one is connected to Mother Nature,
Like we all are...
Since there is no escaping from Her.
Who amongst any of us,
Can successfully masquerade as a tree?
Without another tree knowing?
OR being highly suspicious,
Of the lack of authenticity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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