A Retooling of An Imbalance
A retooling of an imbalance comes.
To chase away the doldrums,
Forced to molest...
An unending quest for greed.
Opportunities now exist,
For the blinded ones to see...
Isolation that fed on seperateness,
And divisions of democracy...
Not only bred a disrespect,
But a loss of a dependency.
Inflicting the abilities...
And gifts of others.
No matter of one's looks or of color!
Without perceiving those basic needs,
All shared with one another!
Like desired dreams to live in peace and harmony.
Regardless of race, heritage or creed.
We are aboard this ship together!
And if it sinks...
Everyone suffers.
Everyone bleeds!
Drowning in aborted hopes...
We all observe as witnesses,
Slip from us to recede.
Repossessed from us and leave.
A retooling of an imbalance comes.
To chase away the doldrums,
Forced to molest...
An unending quest for greed.
And a dawning on the horizon...
Comes along with a Sunrise seen.
And the foolishness is swept away,
Of a kept unconsciousness...
Once darkening an enlightenment,
Now shining brightly it seems.
To rejuvenate truth and diminished realities.
This time with everyone praying...
Sensibilities accepted remains to stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Spite of Opposition
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.
In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.
And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:
'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Good To Chase Dreams
it is good to smile to laugh
it is good to chase dreams
there is a time to chase dreams
now is the time to chase dreams
chase a few of your dreams again
chase with energy belief passion again
time is chasing you hunting you down
chase catch noble dreams hunt time down
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Doldrum Free
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
There is now a peace beneath my daily bouts,
With conflict.
They are there but I no longer sit with them.
They no longer demand my time...
Found when I am snuggled up in doubt!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
Shouting I do with delight...
I hope this process isn't mind to witness alone!
Infighting without insight,
These doldrums I borrowed...
I never owned.
I did not know that!
But I know I keep my faith,
And something about that pleases my Savior!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
And it was as if I knew instantly...
Why they were there so long!
I was finally convinced,
The world I lived in and thought was mine...
To fence in defended senselessness,
Was of God's creation!
I am here to test burdens...
Not to market them to insist they produce pleasure!
And when God came to lift me of those burdens,
They were no longer mine to define with emotion!
God knows I am not competent reflecting sorrow!
That task He took away from me...
Leaving me doldrum free as He commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Ship Sinks
When a ship sinks...
Those aboard,
Can declare any political affiliation they wish.
They can devide in divisions...
To refer to themselves as liberal or conservatives.
The can even be racist and be in denial about this.
But when a ship sinks...
The fish aren't concerned,
About the name 'given' to it!
They just see it as debris.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yellow Stone
Poor yellow stone.
Yet another victim of oils unending greed
Winding down a river so clean.
It is no longer so pristine.
Gas sky rocking upon our great travels
And again it harming our environment
Mother nature you will have your revenge
With a sweet and unending embrace.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Waning Faster Than The First Quarter Moon
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences faced,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
What's going on?
A clarity approaching its defining hour!
Opening the eyes of those,
Transfixed upon luxuries...
Traumaticized and shocked,
To find their obsession to possess things...
Blocked.
Sustaining to maintain proper etiquette,
Seems to be waning faster...
Than the first quarter moon,
Rising at noon.
Seen high overhead at sunset.
To leave at the stroke of midnight.
And soon to forget.
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences many face,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
Many are discovering,
Reality is blind...
To race, creed or divisions of ethnic lines.
Drawn to separate,
By those using skills of corruption.
Finding themselves abundantly entitled,
With written documents...
Inked and feathered quilled,
On aged parchment.
Dignifying a time that has long lost its significance.
And a meaning of ideals no one has followed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace is what remains
Peace is what remains
After the warriors are exhausted:
Therefore peace is born in flames and fumes?
Amidst torn bodies?
Amidst an arm here, a foot there?
Is that the genesis of Peace?
Our rationality, the ship of our rationality
Can travel green tempests.
It fails yet oftentimes
To course on the flat sea-breast
We humans are forced to Peace
And therefore say that we love Peace:
We love what we are forced to
Or because
Our biology so dictates:
For when biology dictates the fumes of war
Very little rationality remains
In the time-glass of the brain
And Peace becomes a wish, a sigh, a word.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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My Time Given Seeks No Reward
A stain has been left on it.
A path I pave.
I suspect someone,
Has taken it for granted.
Believing it easy...
To chase me away!
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
Footprints are all over it.
And trashed by disrespect.
Although none of this was expected...
I accept this with regret.
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
To move forward is a personal quest.
Obstacles challenge.
And they will be faced...
With the best from me,
Unseen yet!
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
I am not motivated,
By spotlight!
Or applause.
Nor am I awed,
By my own accomplishments.
Those things done...
Are released.
Not stored.
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
I continue to be 'me'...
Even when I am ignored.
I choose to adventure.
I choose to explore.
And in 'this' time given,
I do not seek to reach for reward.
My mission is not to sit with impatience.
Or wait for an approval...
Until I am bored.
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
Nor do I rush to aboard a ship,
Not of my accord!
To agree or reconcile with to fit!
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
And I will not investigate,
The slithering movements...
Done to deceive by a snake.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Color? (Hope)
what color
was the dust
from which the stars
were made?
what color is the hunger
written on the child's face?
what color is justice,
forgiveness, desire, truth?
what color is the wind....
the rain, gravity,
and knowledge?
what color is equality?
what color is freedom?
what color is eternity?
what color is redemption?
what color is God?
what color were the nails
that hung Jesus on the cross?
what color was enlightenment
falling on the Buddha as he sat
'neath that tree?
what color is prejudice, hatred,
fear, greed, apathy.....
what color your skin?
nay, what color is your blood?
and what color are the eyes
of humanity staring through the darkness?
and what color is hope?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Embarrasses Immediately Upon Recognition
I hear the selfishness.
The feeding of greed seen.
And observe I do,
The self righteous obsessiveness.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
Without feeling the guilt,
Of a mind that has been programmed to betray.
Prior to being shakened abruptly awake.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The securities laws of the 1930s were so important because it forced companies to file registration statements and issue prospectuses, and it remedied the imbalance of information.
quote by Ron Chernow
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The Need And The Greed
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.
Need and greed aren’t in water tight cells.
Need might restrict to physical wants.
Greed is for ego’s gratification.
Possessiveness is the sign of the greed.
To earn by wrongful means is from greed.
To exploit and hoard is an act of greed.
To garner and flaunt all you have is greed.
Greedless, though penny-less, you’re loveable.
To sedate the pride is to tame the greed.
To kindle the pride is to fuel the greed.
Having got money, power and possession,
As the result of greed, you will lose peace.
Remove the greed; jealousy is gone.
Remove the greed; no feeling of revenge.
Hail the poor and condemn the greedy.
Then the tendency to grow rich will wane.
Live simple; live humble; then need is less.
Be proud to own a bicycle, not a car.
Value one who owns a bicycle, not a car.
You will have saved energy and the nature.
Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chase the money, let the money don’t chase you
Wrongly said by some one, don’t chase the money
Dumbly accepted by many, let the money chase us
Open your eyes and make your way, out of the traditional way
Kick out the advices, dig out your dreams
Chase the money, let the money don’t chase you
poem by Shivakumara swamy
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Heavy Change
The time is really undergone heavy change
We all have become prisoner of conscience and caged
Not all can efficiently come out of it and manage
The faith, trust, belief have developed cracks with passing of an age
One finds life so difficult and commits suicide
Hides facts and fears to confide
There is loss of trust and confidence
This has been observed number of times
We believe in telling lies with no care
Know actually nothing to go where
Live under the cloud of uncertainty
Life seems to be in doldrums and total futility
Nature is always coming cruel and harsh
So many disasters with casualties to rush
Never happened such things this before
We are forced to think in this direction therefore
Are we subjected to scrutiny or under scanner?
Is it likely to be addressed later or sooner?
No one knows why we are forced to rethink?
Why our morale and thinking has gone down to sink
Who deserves great change? We or our creator?
Why do we blame always our mentor?
We are traveling on rudderless ship
Who knows when it will sink and have long dip?
It is not swift change or gradual change over
We are need of shelter or cover
We have no idea who will provide it in future
There is shaking in belief so no one can assure
Let us learn to live with hostile world
Witness the relation going very cold
It has confined now to an individual
The change has come not all of sudden but gradual
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An ever-relished chase
It has been a long chase
For something or the other
Over these years
As a kid it was a chase
For toys and play things
As a student it was a chase
For marks and ranks
As a youth it was a chase
After career and growth
And later it was chase
For getting the right life partner
The chase continued
For off-springs’ upbring
It was later to chase
For helping children settle
Ageing made me chase
For cure from illnesses
And other physical malfunctions
Yes,
It was a long chase for
Something or the others all these days
One understanding dawned in me
That
You will not get that
Which you have not chased
And
You will not get every thing
Which you have chased
Even if you get the object of your chase
It is not going to be in that form
In which it was when you started the chase
Unfruitful chase proves frustrating
Fruitful chase exciting
Wisdom will tell you that
The pleasure is more with the act of chase
Than getting hold of the object of chase
Holding of the object of chase
And sustaining its charm
Are essential after the end of chase
Very likely, chase for objects of
Worldly significance
Takes away your energy
And a lot of time elapses
Before you get in possession
Of your chase-objects
The duration at times is so large
That you wonder at the end of the chase
As to what for this object has been chased
The one chase which
Has the least probability
Of ending and
You hardly get hold of the
Object of chase
Is the
Chase for self-actualization
Or self-realization
This is the chase after your spirit
That kept you going all these days
And that will keep you going
Till that time when you away
Spiritual scholars assure
That this chase is really exciting
And remains so for any long
Whether or not
You come across what you are chasing
Develop a taste for such a chase
As this chase
Never makes you tired
But helps you remain balanced, cool
And unmindful of happenings
Around you
It is indeed an ever-relished chase
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ultima Thule: Dedication to G. W. G.
With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,
We sailed for the Hesperides,
The land where golden apples grow;
But that, ah! that was long ago.
How far, since then, the ocean streams
Have swept us from that land of dreams,
That land of fiction and of truth,
The lost Atlantis of our youth!
Whither, ah, whither? Are not these
The tempest-haunted Orcades,
Where sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar,
And wreck and sea-weed line the shore?
Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle!
Here in thy harbors for a while
We lower our sails; a while we rest
From the unending, endless quest.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Valley Forge
Close your eyes and imagine
the soldier at Valley Forge
The suffering that he endured was real
starvation, total war.
Yet in has eyes the iron will to win
and for the cause, he won't relent
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
Standing barefoot, frozen bloody hands
his musket clutched, an iron grip
and for the cause, he has but one regret,
he's only got one life to give
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
It's time for us, to open up our eyes,
and cherish the lives we all can have
and to the ones who kept our freedom free
words can't express all that you've done
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
song performed by by Iced Earth
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