Accredited Arrogance
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
More people seek happiness not grief.
More are seeking purpose than symbols of success.
More are finding reality is cheaper to keep,
Than the skyrocketing expense of maintaining delusion.
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
And no one has of yet confessed,
As to what they have kept possessed...
From 'owning' anything that has been repossessed,
To be sold at auctions to the highest bidder.
After one has slaved away throughout one's life,
To keep a pride dignified at a price today...
One can no longer socially flaunt,
With an accredited arrogance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Up On Status
Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.
Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
Nobody has to have it.
That status as a habit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Felt It Safe
Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
And welcomed those feelings again.
When I once had a shattered heart...
I ran to protect,
My emotions I had left.
Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
To welcome back those feelings again.
When I sat in shadows to cry...
I did my best to hide,
Inside what I denied.
And just today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
I then told friends who were so relieved.
They did not want to see me,
Grieve my life away...
Everyday.
And just today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
And gone is pretending,
I have no needs.
Or wishes and dreams...
I want to let begin,
Again!
Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
To welcome back those feelings again.
And I am hopeful with you they will not end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Gift One Can Receive
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
People wait until it is too late,
To live their lives from a basic point of view.
Believing the purpose of life is in acquiring things,
To pursue with a flaunting of pretentions.
Today people are teaching their children,
It is okay to take from others.
Then find what they have done,
Disappoints with the results that come.
Today people do not accept,
Their own consequences they face.
Only to place blame and find fault,
With those directions they chose to take.
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
Awakening before it is too late,
To self examine...
Is not a sign of weakness.
It is the best gift one can receive.
Afterall...ultimately,
Is it what one has that delivers to them happiness?
Or...
Is it the caring of someone shown that is freely given,
And genuinely felt and known...
That validates with an acknowledgement,
What they have been seeking that is regarded as progress.
'I've given you every 'thing' that money can buy.
And you act as if I don't exist.
It is as if...
I don't know who you are,
Anymore.'
~Oh?
And 'who' are you?
Who are 'we'?
WHAT are we?
Machines are being made...
To 'do' what we 'do'.
Other than self destruction...
What other purpose do we serve? ~
'I'll see you later.
When,
Hopefully...
You are in a better mood.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality Fatalities
Bitter is the truth,
Coming to some to stun.
And in these awakening days now lived...
None of it is partial.
A totalness of it is addressed,
As it relentlessly gives...
Heartbreak and emptiness.
And tempers everywhere,
Are there and flaring.
Truth is not to be dared!
Its affects are bold.
Leaving folks beholding it...
In blank and helpless stares.
Unbridled are horses and other pets.
Showpiece collections...
Being stripped away,
With tears and regrets!
Like the sudden departure of anything,
Or anyone loved...
That leaves behind a grieving,
And much unhappiness that is left.
To feel without an accepting...
Like the ease of a breathing breath.
These reality fatalities,
Meeting a squeezing done.
By a faltering of an economy...
Dwindling from a greed,
Excitedly greeted and once welcomed.
Now gone.
Swept across a land of those who once believed,
Their quality of life was set and sacred.
Untouched but now discovered...
Is a bleeding felt that succeeds.
They can not recover,
From lifestyles lived beyond their means.
When the certainty of truth...
Brings with it a stinging done.
And demeaning with a death,
Of all delusions that have been kept!
These reality fatalities,
Meeting a squeezing done.
By a faltering of an economy...
Dwindling from a greed,
Excitedly greeted and once welcomed.
Like the drifting away of leaves,
From barren trees.
Never to reproduce the joys...
And those temptations that seduced,
A feeding fed that has run out of its 'juice'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Possession
Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.
Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.
A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demands For a Chocolate Coating
Those who had mindlessly in their whims binged...
Now find themselves cringing,
At the thought of losing their credit status.
And the loss of habitual mall spending sprees.
A reality feared has come too near.
With feelings of being cursed.
Without opportunities to rehearse,
The worse as it appears on the horizon.
Periodic trips to visit urban blight...
No longer excites those on these voyages.
Many now see themselves as addicts needing a fix.
Lifestyles for them have changed.
And desperation sits thick...
Without demands for a chocolate coating,
To spread over it!
Those who had mindlessly in their whims binged...
Now find themselves cringing,
At the thought of losing their credit status.
And the loss of habitual mall spending sprees.
With the usual shopping in snobbing glee.
A reality feared has come too near.
With feelings of being cursed.
Without opportunities to rehearse the worse.
And no time from it to split...
To rush and nurse their grieving disbeliefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monthly Period
So many years but now she's gone.
Finally you can say goodbye.
That 28 day cycle is here no more.
You breathe relief but then sigh.
She made you think about new life
especially when she was late.
I could set my monthly calendar
but at times she made me wait.
She brought me pain and brought me joy
when she left me for a while.
And when she left my body swelled
and finally welcomed a child.
I wish I could say I miss her
just like a long lost friend.
They say good friends last forever
but this friendship I'm glad did end.
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Fall Off! ...AGAIN!
What do you expect from me?
A sigh of relief?
A show of gratitude...
That we have ended our 'beefs'?
You waited much too long
To get off your 'high horse'...
Remove chips off your shoulders,
Continuing our discourse!
I know I'm not an angel,
Even though I can pretend I'm one!
But you didn't want to pretend at all...
Which left me rather hurt
To build this bitterness that has begun!
You shouldn't be stunned!
There has been many things I've done...
To end this foolishness!
But you were the one
Who thought your actions fun
And my patience has left you dismissed!
It has long said, 'Fall Off! Bitch! '
What do you expect from me?
A sigh of relief?
A show of gratitude...
That 'we' have ended out 'beefs'?
Coming to me now,
To say our friendship again you seek
Is much too late!
You thought I would wait,
But to me you're no more than a creep!
'Fall off! ...AGAIN! '
Don't bring me your grief!
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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2010
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
Excuses fade away.
Satisfactions come to stay.
Burdens lift to minimize fear.
Or those perceptions once endeared.
To Leave many freed of sought attachments.
And a connection pursued that romances life!
That feels so right and deep with meaning.
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
Many will seek as pure happiness.
Others will not know this gift for what it is!
Accustomed to clinging to duets,
In disharmony.
2010 achieves a sense of freedom within.
A spirituality arrives.
Having little to do with perceptions of religion.
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
And an expanded consciousness accepted...
No one can debate or bait to deceive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success? ? ! !
Success for some people is the most important thing earned in ones life… But how will you measure success? ? ? Is it enough to say that “You obtained the highest position in a multinational company…”. “You graduated from a prestigeous schools” and earned the highest honor”… Yeah! ! ! it is certainly true that it brings so much joy, happiness and glory….But why there are some people who have evrything in life but seems still unhappy and uncontented? ? ? Maybe there is something missing in there life…But What is that missing thing? ? ? Having everthing on earth brings you the power…
Success comes within… This success gives you the real meaning of happiness and victory eternally…Success makes you humble, meek and simple… It helps you to bring out the best in you…The pure heart and kind deeds…Success comes from GOD… It is the innermost happiness that is really hard to find for those people whose hearts are after the abyss of wealth…
poem by Diane Montemayor
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Feeling Hollow Is Not A Crime
feeling hollow is not a crime,
why worry? i like to feel hollow at times
i feel so light and guiltless, and i sit on a bench
and look at passersby, guessing what is also
inside their minds: that one is hollow too,
she is floating in air like a butterfly
and that one is hollower than thou
she has a halo.
now i feel hollow too, but i get so used to it
that it has gained weight like a feather from
the status of air, and i have become so sensitive
to what other hollow people like me feel,
to the nth time of their empty lives,
but, know what, only for a little time,
hollow minds become filled,
like hollow souls too filled with so
much divine grace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Department Of Re-Creation
We have heard your side of the story.
And fiction based with a wholesome taste,
Is what has been discovered...
Has made it that way.
And although your story lacks,
Both truth and any basis of uncovered facts...
It has been decided to hire you to head,
The Department Of Re-Creation.
With a keeping intact what is needed most,
To inspire and motivate all of our actions.
We take this opportunity to congratulate you,
In maintaining your determination...
To suspend from the usage of any reality produced.
Our future in your hands,
Has been sealed indefinitely!
We can all now sigh a most needed relief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears To Tell
The time has come to watch you go watch you go
We weathered rough storms together
Couldnt conceive of the end
When I heard of your leavin
It came as a shock and surprise
Like the deepest kinds of love
Lost on the inside
Locked right on the inside
What is the greatest expression of love,
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
I couldnt be the one to hold you stop you go
It is like stripping the soul
Letting all the finest pieces go
You know these feelings between us
Could not be expressed
You will never know my old secrets
They are so deeply felt they are so deeply felt
What is the greatest expression of love
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me
What is the greatest expression of love,
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
Leaving me with my anecdoted and private jokes
The memory of a friend
You dont seem to know my old secrets
They are so deeply felt they are so deeply felt
What is the greatest expression of love
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me
What is the greatest expression of love
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
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Let it go
Let it go
Let it go…gently
For gentle was love
Let go of that love
That does not return to you
It’s a leaf broken off a tree
There is no ointment that can heal that wound
Weep to peace.
Gently let it go with a sigh
Wishing for relief that comes with it
To come soon.
Let it go
It may needs to be some where else
To some one else it may belong
Let it go…
Love is nothing but the happiness of the beloved
It’s not a bird to be caged,
Not a thing to be possessed.
Gently whisper it luck and let it go like a sigh
Wishing for relief to come soon.
Shakil Haider
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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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We are today, in this country, convulsed by the situation in Iraq. It is an extraordinary crisis. It is taxing our men and women in uniform, and it is certainly taxing our resolve.
No Matter What One Achieves
Feelings of being used and damaged,
Never cease.
Successes obtained with a notoriety,
Do not quiet emotions inside...
Of one who has been wounded,
Unnecessarily.
No matter what one achieves.
Physical or mental therapy,
To release those feelings deep.
Are suffered through broken relationships,
One experiencing this battle lived...
Can not seem to have one to keep.
One wishes to have a close bond felt real,
But those memories of abuses...
Haunt and do not leave.
Feelings of being used and damaged,
Never cease.
Successes obtained with a notoriety,
Do not quiet emotions inside...
Of one who has been wounded,
Unnecessarily.
No matter what one achieves.
And the ones that suffer the most are those,
Are the ones loving someone like this...
Who fight their demons,
They can not keep distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Backturners
Who are those people turning their backs,
When others walk pass them.
'The young people refer to them,
As the 'backturners'.
They are quick to do that to anyone they perceive,
Have ambitions to assist them...
With needs they may have in the community.'
That makes not a bit of sense.
They do it as if they wish to offend someone.
'They do.
It is done to ensure they are noticed.
And one is suppose to have their feelings hurt,
By their actions.
It's tradition.
And visitors around the world...
Come here just to see them turn their backs.'
I don't get it.
How is this act benefitting them?
'It doesn't.
But as a tourist event?
People come here to spend their money.
And not a dime does that go towards this community.
And...
The backturners complain about it.'
Yeah...
But,
Aren't they the ones who turn their backs?
'I live here.
I'm not trying to figure that out anymore.
And all of them I know personally.'
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
I said...
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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