Abstract and Eccentric Depictions Given
Abstract and eccentric depictions given,
Prior to meeting someone with anticipation
Are often more detailed,
Than the one portraying an image
That is perceive will be accepted upon one's arrival.
Yet conflicts with what is seen to surprise,
Those with widened eyes.
Disappointing the host,
Who has been told what to expect.
Confusing whether to welcome one as a guest,
Or a tolerated curiosity.
Some people uncomfortable with themselves,
In unfamiliar environments
Seem to socialize with others,
Prepared and premeditated for any deviations.
Hoping to address all one who has met,
With a leaving of good first impressions.
Or at best a kept safety net gone undetected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now Or Ever
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.
If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
That is a fact of life that between us has existed.
Painting over a Zebra's stripes...
Doesn't diminish the sight of it!
And what makes you think a 'togetherness' is what I wish?
I'm not the one with a mind confused in conflict.
I remember your specific words...
'Why bother with someone I regard as worthless.'
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.
You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.
I did not barter my soul,
Hoping for a price paid by the highest bidder.
Nor did I quit to whore...
To solicit impressions to make.
Your chose to go through that door.
You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.
You chose to whore now you handle it!
I don't think of you like the others do.
You can blitz them with bling and other meaningless things.
But someone without integrity...
Has nothing else to offer to deliver,
Or without strings attached to me bring!
If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.
Remove your garbage from my door.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deploying Troops Of Truth
No matter what is said to them,
People will believe what they choose to believe.
And those creative with gossip skills,
Have networked their own reality system...
Into a comfortable safety zone!
There are generations of people,
Who have accepted their lives based on what they've heard.
Can you imagine not asking questions about your existence?
The moment I was told to be 'quiet' about something I had asked...
That was a signal to me!
Find out on my own.
To say I was a nosey little boy is an understatement.
I 'had' to satisfy my curiosity.
And If that curiosity of mine was not satisfied...
Somebody's nerves were guaranteed to be plucked.
There are generations of people,
Who have accepted their lives based on what they've heard.
Can you imagine not asking questions about your existence?
The moment I was told to be 'quiet' about something I had asked...
That was a signal to me!
Find out on my own.
And many people don't do that.
So many are programmed to believe what they are told.
And it is very easy to deceive someone like that.
It's a control factor that is enjoyed.
And that control factor has made attempts,
Deploying troops of truth into minds!
A success of this...
Does not appear to be victorious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Motion Towards Love
It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.
Believe it or not,
Even those who perceive...
They will benefit from it,
Become more the victims...
Than the ones they've depicted,
As unfit misfits.
It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.
Since those who sit and analyze this,
With tears dripping from their eyes...
Hoping for a quick fix,
Need to begin to mend their own conflicts.
It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.
Since those who sit and analyze this,
With tears dripping from their eyes...
Hoping for a quick fix,
Need to begin to mend their own conflicts...
To end them.
Those who sit,
With tears from their eyes quick to drip...
Need to get up to mend their own conflicts,
To end them,
Now.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Full of Promises
People who claim to have faith
And hide behind fears...
Are so hypocritical,
With each excuse made I hear!
They will convince with sincerety,
How strong their convictions are.
But they wont step up to the plate...
Unless they are riding in an armored car!
And people like that with issues on their back...
Seem to be full of promises,
And conflicts prepared to share!
As they subtract facts...
From a mind they've created
To preceive life as abstract!
With that kind of faith kept...
Where they expect to get,
Has to be 'thisclose' to nowhere!
With judgements to pass,
As they prepare to adopt more frets to inspect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Prior Notification
For quite a few.
And an unsuspecting many,
It is more important to sustain,
The maintenance of an image...
Than it is to welcome the times we live.
Straining with a drain on false presentations shown,
That gets less cost effective for those who do it.
With a keeping of a preference list.
And for the rest trying to digest what is going on,
To address the speed of changes...
With a leaving behind being defensive about anything,
Seems for them to be more pragmatic and meaningful...
In days where it pays to be observant,
To one's own problematic spending habits.
Increasing with each pinch of a useless penny.
Instead of attempting to make impressions.
Decisions, decisions, decisions!
Especially the ones that do not lessen,
Outstanding payments due on any bills.
For quite a few.
And an unsuspecting many,
It is more important to sustain,
The maintenance of an image...
Than it is to welcome the times we live.
And the times we live...
Will require focused attention given.
Since these days are subject to be ammended,
Without prior notification and at any moment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Who Poorly Duplicates
Your depictions are not precise.
And clearly quickly put together to impress,
'With' defections.
You could never be accepted as you expect.
Although as one who poorly duplicates and imitates,
You are one that can be rated...
In your prime and at your best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Guest Is 'Trouble
There is a guest and a host
child and servant,
eternity and vanity,
The guest is trouble.
In sickness, health is the host
he gives way to sickness
that the power of truth is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'
In pain, comfort is the host
who concedes the pain
that the vanity of darkness is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'
In death, life is the host
who gives way to death
that the power of resurrection is shown
the guest is 'trouble'
Life is eternal, death is a moment.
health is a fruit, sickness is a leaf
that falls from a tree of life.
They soon wither and waste away.
Be strong, it's not too long
the guest will leave.
and the host will have it all
The guest is 'trouble'
poem by Timothy muggaga
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All That Is Regarded Foolishness
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
Not many are fortunate to survive,
Through life threatening diseases.
To then step aside with their eyes open wide,
With a freeing of themselves from insecurities left...
Hidden deep inside to confront and rid.
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
But when that moment in time comes,
An accepting of one's flaws and blemishes are done.
With a leaving behind trivial nonsense.
And all that is regarded as foolishness,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Yesterday and those mistakes made,
And all that is regarded as foolishness...
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Wishing for excuses and alibis to create,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
And all that is regarded as foolishness disappears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cancelled Flights
The tourist that no longer dreams
Sees his destination prior to arrival
Or prior to the inception of his journey—
The sharp futility of steel structures
And glass shards, crystal rain
Tearing through the sapphire sky,
Leaving a tear,
A hole in his
Celestial tarpaulin.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXII: Well Prepared
It’s not because a paranoia
It’s not because too cautious
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a behavior
It’s not because a ritual
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a genius
It’s not because a clairvoyant
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because detailed analysis
It’s not because calculative plan
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because great strategy
It’s not because flexible mind
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because fantastic budget
It’s not because faithful skill
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because full concentration
It’s not because amateur luck
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because long experience
It’s not because under pressure creativity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because improved condition
It’s not because natural selection
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because the way of destiny
It’s not because the welcome opportunity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because calmness
It’s not because maturity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because success experiment
It’s not because perfect system
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because evil prediction
It’s not because love attention
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because reliable power
It’s not because easy adaptation
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because giving in
It’s not because believing
It’s just well prepared
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Protecting Of Senseless Images
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
People are more connected,
To the making of impressions.
With a protecting of senseless images...
Publicly displayed,
While they charade impeccably dressed.
People seem too afraid,
To address what affects their well being.
And with a tolerance that is accepted,
Permit a poisoning of their minds...
To ignore both rhyme and reason.
Even if the effects with an approved neglect,
Brings them to choose either correctness or death.
Death wins!
Because people are more connected,
To an addiction of making impressions.
And in death...
Those who mourn will comment on how one looks,
Dressed impeccably in a 'box' to be dropped six feet under.
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
In disbelief...
As to what people choose to grieve and prioritize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Be a guest
The guest must leave the host
Against host’s insistence to stay.
Be a guest only for a while.
Be a host to compensate
23.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Dire Need Of Clarification
Is it a confessed belief,
People perceive impresses others...
When they mention God?
Or is it...
A creation they have made,
They have hopes one day is accepted...
As the best impressions,
That will keep their perceptions...
Of being highly favored and chosen,
To represent a perfection of God's intentions.
Either way...
There is something in the communication,
In dire need of clarification.
Since deception and truth are in total disagreement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Having A Shred Of Evidence
You can say what you wish.
In detailed depictions to describe it.
However...
If you had not felt a pinch of it to feel,
Your lack of experience...
Does not make you an authority,
Of how another should react...
To what to them has been directly done.
Although...
Some will commit,
To knowing what the facts are.
And not having a single clue,
To admit when questioned...
Of not having a shred of evidence.
But yet as proof to convince,
Will rely on that which to them had been told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ms Eccentric
Ms Eccentric,
With your bowls of placed mints.
May I sit to inquire about your sentiments?
Why do you dine in powdered wig and gloves?
And feed bread crumbs to caged doves...
Announcing this to be an activity,
You have come to love!
Ms Eccentric,
As you sit and think of it...
Have you ever wished to be less obvious,
Doing those things intentionally meant?
Or does it make you feel better,
To get the attention you attract?
Knowing without that attention...
You would not be mentioned.
And making you bored to know that!
But you have seen to it,
No one can ignore you not one bit!
And without it to motivate...
You believe you could not exist,
Being less eccentric.
Or have someone like me,
Stop being curious enough to pay you a visit.
And I am glad you invite my curiosity with delight!
Ms Eccentric?
You know it's hard for me to show a dislike.
You know my presence feeds your appetite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Little Time To Spend Socializing
It takes much more than talk...
To produce results.
And more than taking notes,
At a meeting.
It takes much more,
Than asking questions...
To define a reason,
That might combine with one's whine!
In the process of 'doing'...
And getting that achieved,
Is a process not too many...
Are disciplined enough to accomplish.
Many people would rather socialize,
And discuss what should be on an agenda.
Than to acknowledge what they've done,
To set their deeds in motion.
The ones pursuing those missions,
Find very little time to spend socializing.
With or without,
Embellishing what they've done.
About to do...or plan!
'You can't expect everyone,
To feel the same way you do...
About what it is you do! '
That seems to be more your campaign than mine.
I don't have time to expect anything from anyone!
I guess that's why I call it,
My business!
You know...
Like stay out of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egotism is not a good quality. It's not something to be admired or even tolerated. It wouldn't be tolerated in a field commander and it shouldn't be tolerated in a movie director.
quote by John Milius
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Undetected
The only thing left mysteriously kept,
By those denying they hide from truth...
Is what part of it do they believe,
They perceive goes undetected?
And who can be fooled,
Once being introduced to truth...
Will not suspect they have been deceived,
With a blinding of charm and flattery received.
What else revealed to eyes wide open,
With those choosing to conceal...
An obviousness as leaves on Oak or Maple trees?
What else is 'real' or not,
To those wishing to keep accepted reality blocked?
And their delusions ripened and fresh,
Yet protected from those who object.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disappointing Daughter
Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
What's wrong with that girl, anyway?
She's always in a daze.
Why won't she join in with their games?
Her brother always plays.
It's not that they're ashamed of her -
but some of her displays -
and, let's face it, in public, too...
Such a disappointing daughter:
imperfect;
human;
got drunk when younger;
went out with a few dodgy blokes,
when younger -
such a disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing - unforgivably
disappointing - ways.
poem by Paula Puddephatt
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