A Manipulative Production
Depending on things,
With a limited purpose
To please and feed a mind teased.
And eventually exchanged,
To open the way to obtain more things.
This
Is not a life lived.
But a manipulative production,
That keeps the greedy fed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXXV: Greedy
I'm not hopeless
I'm not obsessed
I'm just greedy
I know I should stop
I know my limit
I'm just greedy
I don't want to lose anything
I refuse to release something
I'm just greedy
Even it drains me dry
Even it wears me down
I'm just greedy
I'm not crazy
I'm not dangerous
I'm just greedy
I'm not in manic depression
I'm under a perfect control
I'm just greedy
I depending on that look
I clinging for that hope
I'm just greedy
If compared to the evil mind
If compared to the cruel traitor
I'm just greedy
I'm possessive
I'm territory man
I'm just greedy
I will clutch tighter
I will sink deeper
I'm just greedy
I never have enough
I always demand more and more
I'm just greedy
Though you should hate me
Though I should not be forgiven
I'm just greedy
I'm not only egoist
I'm not only aggressive
I'm just greedy
I am not getting tired
I will still move forward
I'm just greedy
I'm not monster
I'm not fearless either
I'm just greedy
You could call me over confidence
You could call me irresponsible
I'm just greedy
I'm insatiable
I'm a gaping hole
I'm just greedy
I'm sneaky
I'll steal every chance
I'm just greedy
I'm addicted to warmth
I need undivided attention
I'm just greedy
Don't worry about me
Don't put your guard on me
I'm just greedy
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Things Happen For Their Reasons
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.
Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.
And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.
Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days Whittled Away
Small becomes big, while huge is little, this as we mentally whittle,
Sorting many things in our mind, looking forward and also behind;
Pondering things, near and far, not content with things as they are,
Thinking beyond the here and now, we can slide into why and how.
Looking beyond all that we can see, thinking about what could be,
With our mind, overriding our heart, our flesh begins doing its part,
As temptations comes into play, trying to direct these feet of clay,
To stray from God’s said purpose, all provided by The Lord Jesus.
Some things in life may seem small, but, perception is not over all,
As personal wants cloud the view, of this life given to me and you;
While in our minds we may scheme; what we usually call our dream,
Almost appearing to be discontent, with the purpose, we were sent.
We then proceed, to whittle away, at that purpose, from day to day,
When we start wrestling in our mind, with daily issues of every kind,
As our eyes are taken off The Lord, His purpose, for us, is ignored.
Clouding, all that matters, in this life, as we stray from Jesus Christ.
But, God’s purpose doesn’t change, for our Lord remains the same,
Working through the life of everyone, who’s been called by His Son,
And so daily our focus needs to be, on Christ and things of Eternity,
As we live here, one day at a time, through a power which is sublime.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Definitions
Things began to define them.
Giving them reason and a purpose to live.
Living without things teased...
They felt an emptiness within.
With a shallowness they would defend,
With pretention.
And an awareness of self...
A depth did not know.
They did not grow to love themselves...
If they could not purchase things to define them.
And definitions of who they were...
Had to have style and be flaunted,
To identify themselves with cliques of importance.
And...
Where they had been and where they are going,
Depend on things obtained to impress.
And not the lack of substance...
No one has that to qualify,
To ensure that can be addressed or expressed
With comprehension understood and digested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open Minds
Open your mind,
to things unknown,
search the universe
of your soul.
Open your mind,
to your heart
of feelings
buried deep within.
Open your mind
to your ear
of nature and
its beauty.
Open your mind
to knowledge
of things
unlearned yet.
Open your mind
to days gone
by of memories
vanished away.
Open your mind
to your feelings
hidden away
deep in your heart.
Open your mind
to my heart
to know how
i feel toward you.
wrote 3-31-07
Some Things Done And Delivered
I am sure I have not been the only contributor,
To neither conceive a receiving of flattery...
From contributions presented,
Will obtain a following blissed by this.
Hopefully there is a comprehension established,
By those mature of mind understanding what it takes...
To develop this process they of a consciousness embrace.
But there will always be the ones with beliefs,
Some with a focused determination...
Are not serious in the production of their creativity.
And they will find a way to waste lots of time,
With a choosing to introduce a game playing of minds.
To manipulate attitudes to prove themselves...
Judge and jury of one's thought process too!
However...
A messenger only delivers a message.
And this may be confusing,
To those who take matters in their limited hands.
Perceiving messengers are at their disposal,
To abuse them as if to pursue an undoing.
And from them command with a demanding.
But needless to say,
Some things done and delivered as they come...
Should be accepted and not chased away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Things
It’s another one of those things, as concern within my heart rings,
Concern about just what lies ahead, as my mind entertains dread,
Again I am facing more uncertainty, fixating on what I cannot see,
But all things work out for good, again Truth must be understood.
Today I need to fix my mind again, on the One Who rules all men,
God has the heart of every king, in His hand regarding everything,
Things must not cloud my faith, as God supplies abundant Grace,
His Grace for all that shall come, regardless of where they’re from.
All things come from God above, regardless what I’m thinking of,
As my mind can be swayed by fear, even though my Lord is near,
The One, Who will help me through, even if those fears come true,
For the Lord’s will I cannot resist, and my present life is but a mist.
The things this life avails to me, are allowed by the God of eternity,
Allowed for His purpose in my life, even in times of pain and strife,
Purposes one seldom understands, but, I know I’m in God’s hands,
Resting in God’s Everlasting Arms; protected from all undue harms.
My friend, it’s understood by us, those who belong to Christ Jesus,
All called for the purpose of God, while we’re upon this earthly sod,
Are today being led by Jesus Christ, for the plan of God in this life,
Regardless of big or small, when God says all things, He means all.
(Copyright ©12/2011)
Collection Sessions
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
Bring back my fantasies.
Don't remove those concepts...
Or those needs.
I was raised to accept philosophies.
Based on beliefs,
My worth was purchased...
Financed, mortgaged and taxed
With a long term lease.
I was raised to have 'things' and things I wish.
Now I'm told none of this may soon exist?
Is this a joke?
Is there a punchline with it?
If there is I just don't get it!
But I have a degree to do what I please?
All my life,
I've been teased to acquire these!
As a remedy to obtain a life of ease.
And now your saying,
My piece of pie is denied?
And it has 'moments' left before it leaves?
Who put you up to this?
To lie to me?
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
What will my neighbors think?
If I show nothing that I've gained?
With repossessions I face.
And everything to lose...
Except for my shame!
In collection sessions?
My life wasn't lived for that goal to aim!
Bring back my fantasies.
Why are you torturing only me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Remotely Distanced
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it.
Fed on elitest ideals and dreams,
With luxurized lifestyles...
In condos with high walnut wooden beams,
Is how many see their purpose.
Surrounded by materialistic 'things'.
And things without enlightenment,
Is a life lived incomplete and empty.
With a seeking of sympathy...
When things are taken away from them and gone.
As complaints from them placing blame on others...
Goes on and on and on and on!
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it,
Too.
Choosing their own sanity to maim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Do With A Doing Done
Things,
I could not get to touch...
Use to bother me.
And my wishes to want what I wanted,
So much without waiting.
Things,
I could not receive immediately...
Teased my mind and I would climb trees,
Literally.
To sit as high as I could on a branch I reached,
When I was younger and full of unlimited energy.
I fantasized my life as a bird flying high.
No one never told me I couldn't.
And I tried and tried until I would end up crying.
Disbelieving that my wishes,
Weren't so easily coming to me.
Things,
I could not receive immediately...
Teased my mind and I would climb trees,
Literally.
To sit as high as I could on a branch I reached,
When I was younger and full of unlimited energy.
Today acknowledging the many stages I have graced,
With so many dreams thought impossible...
That came to stare me in the face.
I know now it wasn't about 'things' I wanted to embrace.
It was about what I thought I could not achieve...
But did because my wants kept me haunted,
To continue that which I dreamed to do with a doing done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something That Is Offered and Exchanged
The best possible way to remain 'involved...
To have a clear and open dialogue wished,
With those one initially meets.
Is not to introduce those experiences,
One has lived through to accomplish.
Throughout one's life,
That has come to benefit.
An increased understanding.
If done too early in a conversation.
Those who came prepared,
To share and express themselves freely.
Will then begin to embellish their activities.
With uplifted chins and arrogant faces.
This can be observed in 'most' social places.
To appear not to know many things,
And.
Sometimes nothing at all,
Is the best avenue one should take.
To at least learn 'something',
That is offered and exchanged.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If This Would Mean An End To A Chase
I wish I could issue rose glasses to those in need.
Those hoping to get a taste of that dangling carrot.
Or a slice of apple pie topped with homemade icecream.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
I wish I could purchase enough peppermint sticks,
To dip in minted tea...
For all of those wishing a life lived in comfort and luxury.
Wouldn't it be nice to see on TV...
Parents laughing and singing with their children happily,
While engaged as a family living life peacefully.
I wish I could issue rose glasses to those in need.
Those hoping to get a taste of that dangling carrot.
Or a slice of apple pie topped with homemade icecream.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
To live their lives as they see fit.
Without the constant bombardment,
Of being fed nonsense.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Its Perspective
Give 'yourself' the opportunity,
To see things as they are.
Investigate.
At least become more observant.
And you may be quite surprised,
You might have spent most of your life lived,
Totally based upon assumptions.
And that which 'is' has been ignored,
By your lack of participation confessed.
And from 'its' perspective...
You don't exist either.
Leaving no benefit of this to be exchanged.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Value Things To Chase
To value things to chase,
Seems such a waste of life.
And this becomes realized,
Once those things chased...
Become less important,
To run after 'if' one can still...
Remember the doing of this!
OR can move,
From a self inflicted confinement.
And the waste of time to live life,
As one would like to do basically...
Eventually becomes regretted.
With wishes they had lived life...
Not in attempts to convice someone,
OR anyone they could impress...
With the getting of attention.
'If I had the time and energy to do those things,
I really wanted to do...
I would do them.'
I've heard that so many times before,
Form those who had the time and energy.
But wasted both complaining,
About what they didn't have and 'who' undeserving did.
'You don't understand.'
You are right!
And I'm not giving you the time,
To hear you reminisce about the swiftness of life.
With wishes of wanting to waste 'my' time as you'd like.
And call that whatever you choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
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Erodes In Substance And Diminishes In Value
When the physicality of things seen,
Determines a respect given to another...
As a means that expresses one's point of view,
About a life lived and the quality of it...
Is also the determining factor,
Why many can not see a way of life...
Trapped by insights limited to materialism,
Erodes in substance and diminishes in value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wanting 'Things' Never Seems To End
Teased with a wish of wanting 'things',
Never seems to end.
Until an aging with maturity begins
And the payments of keeping those dreams,
Seem to numb when they come...
With the changing done to one's priorities.
And difficult as it is to focus,
On that which one wishes brings happiness.
With that eventually happening,
To surprise one wanting just the basics of life...
Over the obtaining of having things just to keep,
After addressing the impression made on others.
To recognize the difference between wants and needs,
Is the first step in weeding away fluff stuff.
And that which feeds on ego with late charges to make,
Attached to overdraft fees.
Awakening to the basicness of happiness,
Relieves one from nightmares of attempting to make ends meet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Meaning to Me Than Compliments
For the purpose of message.
That is all that is meant,
By my intent.
Comprehension exchanged,
Has more meaning to me than compliments.
I am flattered by those who do it.
It inspires and motivates,
With a lift.
But I have no need to feed an ego.
Although others may wish this.
And actively solicit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indebted to Greed
When you perceived my abilities useless,
And of them you had no need.
You reduced from yourself,
A need I could feed you believed.
An assisting of your prosperity.
Your only vision was to prevent me,
From succeeding.
And in doing so.
You increased your own limitations,
That affected your own opportunities.
People like you,
Believe to have money is success.
But it is the deed that is exchanged,
That feeds the need.
Money alone eventually weakens and depletes.
And a hoarding of it without it circulating,
Defeats the purpose of its use what is valued.
People creating uses of it.
Find they've become abundantly rich.
And you.
Have found yourself indebted to greed.
Eliminating, outsourcing to downsize and layoff.
Has affected your selfish obsession at a high cost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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