Access To Live Excessively
Where would some people be?
What kind of lives would we all live,
If we were not motivated by someone else's...
Creativity?
Or had access to live excessively,
Off of their resources.
To then make declarations,
What we have 'discovered' belongs to us.
Because we are entitled to take it away from them.
And...
For the many who get up each day,
With feelings of not having to contribute a thing...
But a wanting what is seen to take away,
As if to hunt for it using any means necessary...
To deprive others of what they possess.
With a comparing of their lack of 'initiative'...
To steal or deceive as we have been taught to do,
As a reason to declare them the less fortunate.
And...
In the process,
To protest with others who feel they have not eaten...
Their piece of grandma's homemade pie,
Although have been conditioned to equally leech...
With a taking of two, three or even four pieces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Who Are Set In Their Ways
It is too late,
To re-program a people taught
They are entitled,
To disrespect without giving it a thought.
Or,
Show a remorse of any kind.
People who are set in their ways,
And in this state of mind
Prey to leech.
And are not the kind,
To admit their wrongs.
Since there are none they can find.
People set in their ways,
And in this state of mind
Will not be the ones confined,
Spending their time
Delivering to the neighborhood children,
Freshly baked homemade cookies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This Possible
Is it possible,
That some go out of their way...
To be noticably lacking of any skill,
Other than theft.
With no thought process,
Unless it is borrowed.
Is it possible?
Is it possible not to comprehend,
What creativity means?
Is it possible to clearly plagiarize,
Every concept that is seen...
And still declare one's originality!
Not only is this possible.
People have survived copying others' lives.
But to totally deny someone else's involvement...
Is the reason why some folks choose to hide,
While they continue to thrive off lies undetected.
Is this possible?
Not only is this possible...
That's how some people believe life works!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Smart Young People
They scare alot.
Those smart young people.
Who seem to know more than they should,
When others do not.
They scare alot.
Those smart young people.
And instead of listening to them,
To get the knowledge that they've got...
We think their heads are much too hot.
And we,
Wish to believe that all children...
Learn from us our doings,
With a wish we approved.
And we,
Can not perceive that our children...
Have those messages for us,
Because that haven't lived a life...
That proves they know what it is like,
To...
Sacrifice and suffer.
And live a life that we had.
Feeling as if suckers.
And live a life that we had,
Trying to be tougher.
Wanting them to be the best!
But to us they just protest.
They scare alot.
Those smart young people.
Who seem to know more than they should,
When others do not.
And we,
Can not perceive that our children...
Have those messages for us,
Because that haven't lived a life...
That proves they know what it is like,
To...
Sacrifice and suffer.
And live a life that we had.
Feeling as if suckers.
And live a life that we had,
Trying to be tougher.
Wanting them to be the best!
But to us they just protest.
They hear from us what we've been through,
But they're not here to do that too!
Sacrifice and suffer.
And live a life that we had.
Feeling as if suckers.
And live a life that we had,
Trying to be tougher.
Wanting them to be the best!
But to us they just protest.
Wanting not to hear that mess,
Repeated.
Repeated.
Sacrifice and suffer.
And live a life that we had.
Feeling as if suckers.
And live a life that we had,
Trying to be tougher.
Wanting them to be the best!
But to us they just protest.
And...
That reason is,
Understood.
Yes...
The reason is,
Understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises To Get Fixed What Is Broken
It would be wonderful if initiative was taken,
To correct the mistakes of that which is obvious...
Than to make promises to get fixed what is broken,
If the people could only pretend to forget...
With a forgiveness given,
To those who messed up their lives in the first place.
But now...
Wish to be seen as suited to be selected as the ones,
Who are best at getting the job done.
And...
Haven't they already done that job which is obvious?
That job to undo those standards once valued.
Is it new leadership that the people need?
Or do the people just need to wake up?
Since competent people are already there.
But people are not wanting to be represented by competence.
People have been conditioned to see others fail.
And with a doing that has been done to please them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is The Baker Who Takes The Heat
Everyone wants to get their taste,
Of that piece of delicious homemade pie.
Grandma 'use' to make!
But few have the credentials to apply,
And be accepted as the baker.
Since it is the baker who takes the heat,
If the number of pies are not baked to satisfy...
Those who just want to sit and eat and not sweat.
Yet feast.
To leave feeling they are entitled,
With their wishes and dreams...
Getting more impossible to meet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Pay To Deceive
You know what has been made easy,
For many people to do?
Make declarations about others that are not true.
Then to have people convinced about it too.
Without the one chosen and selected to be defamed,
Knowing a thing about who has brought them shame.
Until those who believed that would advantage from this,
Are eventually discovered to become physically limited.
Or mentally sick.
If not witnessed to be suffering from both.
It doesn't pay to deceive,
With beliefs an accomplishment will be received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chosen To Do Nothing Else
They are a people who believe,
Division and infighting is a healthy process.
They are a people who believe,
Creating enemies and beginning wars...
Has a benefit to their kept self interests.
They are a people who believe,
They can and will do exactly as they please...
To leave mountains of debris behind them,
And blame the effectiveness of cleaning up...
On others whose lives they feel,
They are entitled to ruin.
Because they are a people,
Who seek ways to self destruct!
With beliefs they are chosen to do nothing else,
But deceive and corrupt!
And the evidence is obvious enough to see.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Creates These Images?
Greed and excess,
Has produced less profits...
And success.
So those responsible,
For feeding this nonsense...
Seek to do their business,
On foreign shores.
So through exits...
Those feeding selfish needs,
With a seeking to stay afloat...
Had to go!
Leaving those excessively greedy,
Protesting about their rights...
To receive without limits.
And spoiled with the notion they are entitled.
And born to do as they wish and as they like...
For the rest of their lives.
'THAT's NOT TRUE! '
Yells the voice of reason and reality!
'WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME? '
When the last of the pennies are taken from the piggy bank...
Why do people then get upset about pigs?
Who creates these images?
Maybe that is the reason for the lack of accountability!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Idle Lives Live to Wander
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Reset to ponder,
Why they choose fits to drift...
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Why,
There are others who believe...
They live just to be on bended knees.
Begging freely from a 'Deity'.
In a pleading to make easier,
A way of life they accept to breathe.
Idle lives live to wander,
Under discouraged eyes...
Reset to ponder,
Why they choose fits to drift...
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
Idle lives live to wander,
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
In a constant need.
Of wanting to please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Mindset In a Process
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
I wish to explore and participate,
In this creation.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
No deed I do done is for selfishness.
I have no wishes like this to persist.
I've been given gifts I am comfortable with.
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
And hopefully pieces you bring connect.
For a one mindset...
In a process of thought together,
God possesses.
And 'this' is what has been discovered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Me Live
Words and music by queen
Why dont you take another little piece of my heart
Why dont you take it and break it
And tear it all apart
All I do is give
All you do is take
Baby why dont you give me
A brand new start
So let me live (so let me live)
Let me live (leave me alone)
Let me live, oh baby
And make a brand new start
Why dont you take another little piece of my soul
Why dont you shape it and shake it till youre really in control
All you do is take
And all I do is give
All that Im askin
Is a chance to live
(so let me live) - so let me live
(leave me alone) - let me live, let me live
Why dont you let me make a brand new start
And its a long hard struggle
But you can always depend on me
And if youre ever in trouble - hey
You know where I will be
Why dont you take another little piece of my life
Why dont you twist it, and turn it
And cut it like a knife
All I do is live
All I do is die
Why cant we just be friends
Stop livin a lie
So let me live (so let me live)
Let me live (leave me alone)
Please let me live
(why dont you live a little)
Oh yeah baby
(why dont you give a little love...? )
Let me live
Please let me live
Oh yeah baby, let me live
And make a brand new start
Take another little piece of my heart now baby
Take another little piece of my heart now baby
Take another little piece of my soul now baby
Take another little piece of my life now baby
In your heart, oh baby
(take another piece, take another piece)
Please let me live
(take another piece, take another piece)
Why dont you take another piece
Take another little piece of my heart
Oh yeah baby
Make a brand new start
All you do is take
Let me live
song performed by by Queen
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Track and Field
I believe there has been a misunderstanding.
No one yet has been talking about taking your wealth...
And giving that to someone else.
Those are fear tactics over used!
However...
What is going to come to end,
Is the redballing you began.
The racial profiling done!
And the nepotism with blatant thief...
You must agree had begun with exuberance and glee!
These issues will be addressed!
And the playing field will be cleared...
Offering a wider appeal with equal access.
And methods of obtaining wealth now condoned,
By illegal means as accustomed...
Will come to an end!
Afterall...
You alone and those you name and have known,
Are not solely entitled to the Earth's resources!
Now...
On your mark!
Get set...
Go!
'That is totally unfair!
We have never been a people,
Good at 'Track and Field'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No reason to live
I have no reason to live.
Wanting revenge has gone.
Whats the point of wanting
Wanting what you cant have?
I've never had the reason to live.
Lost the will.
Lost the hopeless fight.
What reason do I have to live?
None no reason atall
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Knowing With Valued Lessons Taught
Why are there those now in opposition,
Towards the very ideals...
They themselves have implemented.
And claim to have wished protected,
From others threatening...
With extremist attitudes,
To take away their prized interests.
And why should their protests be off limits,
To children?
Aren't they the ones,
Whose futures depend on...
Knowing with valued lessons taught,
Who to despise and criticize...
Those who envy their fortunate lives.
No one seems to protest,
Against excuses used to deceive.
Or fight for an honesty that should exist,
But doesn't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Grandma's Homemade Fruit Cake
One has to live a life to know what it is like,
To experience the quality of diversified injustices.
It seems many have been fed to believe,
A feeding digested upon a variety of twisted images.
And those judging another's appearance,
As if the act of it is not felt or seen...
Expose instantly their lack of comprehension.
Although those physically judged,
Are expected to express their gratitude....
For the opportunity to be subjected to the process.
Especially...
If those judging and sitting as jurors,
Are quick to depict themselves...
As the creators of the Sun, Moon, Stars and Earth.
And the givers of life as a way to show they are,
Well...
Nuttier than all the nuts found,
In grandma's homemade fruit cake.
And,
The odds are likely to be in their favor...
They may have a clue of actually being aware of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silver
Nirvana- Silver
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatoes and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toe
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone
song performed by by Nirvana
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The Broken Road of My Life
I am sitting here,
watching my life go by me.
Faces pass, people come and go.
My life is going down a completely different road.
Down the broken road.
My life has completely fallen apart.
There is no stopping it.
I try to pick up the pieces again and again,
but nothing seems to work.
There is nothing left of my heart.
I don't feel love.
I don't feel happiness.
I feel nothing.
There is no reason for me
to continue to live.
I have nothing more to live for.
Why must people break me down inside,
right to the very core?
I don't feel pain.
I don't feel misery.
I don't feel anything.
Even if people say it will be alright
still I hear myself say,
'I want to end my life! '
But now it is too late to turn back.
I can't stop going down the broken road.
My life means nothing,
it just seems to go zooming by
while my body is left behind.
This is the broken road of my life!
poem by Jaana Coon
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