Affixed
Nothing kept precious is ever lost.
We keep it (them) affixed in our minds
To glow brighter.
There it remains...
And sustains its beauty within us.
To replenish and reflect.
In essence...
Affixed.
In a permanency attached,
Affixed.
Affixed.
Affixed.
I nspired by: Davidia Kartina
'Thank you, Davidia. I appreciate you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doxology
...as it was in the beginning,
Is now and ever shall be.
When will man 'ever' come to realize,
A creation that has existed...
And inhabited as it was, as it is and will,
Long before the interpretations...
Of the limited mind of man,
Decided there was an 'inside' scoop...
God selected only a few to reveal.
This world...
Will continue to be as it is until it isn't!
On God's schedule and that schedule only.
Man is not here to make attempts to destroy the Earth,
Then to proclaim they know when this existence is over?
For them...
It just may well be.
For them whose minds are affixed upon themselves.
As has been evident.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Withdrawal Symptoms
Keeping you affixed in my mind,
Is like a nicotine habit.
And does not do a thing,
For my wish...
Not to be addicted.
And for some reason,
When you are not there...
I shake as if I need a fix.
These withdrawal symptoms,
I did not expect when you left!
I thought when we ended,
That would be it!
But I am paying the price,
Telling you to leave me...
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept In Realities Deluded
We...
You and me.
They and others.
Are more the products of a yesterday.
A time that has gone away,
And does not exist.
Than we are affixed,
To a time existing today...
With no history yet,
Can be claimed attached to it.
And many are accused of living in the past.
Few, if any, are accused of living in the future.
And those that are...
Glowing bright as stars,
Seen...
But light years away from where we are,
Just might be...
In their own 'worlds'.
And it seems unfortunate,
That those in this one...
Are addicted to conflict and other drugs,
That keep them kept in realities deluded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Released From Their Craze
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of rifts!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
This is beyond diets to keep.
And New Year resolutions made,
To begin exercising or a smoking that is hard to beat...
For those wishing to be brave.
Although they increase the eating of sweets.
Believing that shifting from one thing to another thing saves.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
No one with thoughts they are better than others,
Will continue to deceive with the purposes to defeat.
No one with thoughts they will achieve success,
With a manipulation done...
To diminish with restrictions to everyone,
NOT anymore.
And NOT encouraged under over or besides 'this' Sun.
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
That their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
And those non-believing,
Will find themselves less afraid.
And those non-believing,
Will be released from their craze!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If People Accept Self Defeating
If people accept self defeating...
As an achievement.
What can someone disrespected say,
To a people with a mindset...
Affixed to beating themselves to death?
'Let's unify? '
Nooo.
That's not exactly,
What first comes to mind.
I had thought a game of hide and seek,
Would produce better results.
With a kidnapping of those who hid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Like A Sermon Heard Preached
The wish for the appearance and existence,
For a peace that increases...
Has become as obsolete,
As one's use of a bow an arrow...
To decrease with an elimination,
The steps of an approaching enemy.
As long as minds are affixed to wars and crimes...
To develop sophisticated weapons,
With the inflicting to restrict movement...
Of human beings anytime,
Peace like a sermon heard preached...
Will be something no one equipped,
To use a weapon quick...
Will remember.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imprinted On Their Foreheads
I doubt very seriously,
If those who spent their youth...
Believing others to be fools,
Back at a time when they decided...
To ridicule others,
By calling them such.
Would today feel the same way,
After clearly achieving that status themselves.
I doubt that very seriously.
Since too many now I see,
Have that word imprinted on their foreheads...
And emblazoned there as if to be permanently affixed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Of Contentment
To suit and to pursue in seconds...
A life of contentment.
And one you can depend,
A life of contentment.
To put an end to affixed evils,
A life of contentment.
With satisfactions that begin,
A life of contentment.
To have it there and with decision,
Is...
A life of Contentment./
With a rule that is so crucial,
A life of contentment.
And desired as a need...
A life of contentment.
To always have and never leave.
To suit and to pursue in seconds...
A life of contentment.
And one you can depend,
A life of contentment.
To put an end to affixed evils,
A life of contentment.
With satisfactions that begin,
A life of contentment.
To have it there and with decision,
Is...
A life of Contentment./
With a rule that is so crucial,
A life of contentment.
And desired as a need...
A life of contentment.
To always have and never leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfish Desires Wished And Reminisced
A purposed degrading of a forward moment,
Time dictates has to be made.
As time moves on and does not discriminate.
Enslaves the ones affixed...
To selfish desires wished and reminisced.
With a sitting in a stubbornness effectively done,
That permits and confirms one's own isolation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Who Pursues Gets Done What They Do
I choose and elect,
To do the best I can do.
Not that I believe I am the best,
At doing it.
But I like to think I am.
What would be the point to make,
If I didn't?
And why do people enter competitions?
Because they lack ambition?
I think not.
One who pursues gets done what they do!
I happen to enjoy being dragged through the mud.
And for someone with that kind of ambition...
Is not one subdued.
I suggest that as a prerequisite!
To get over any sensitivites,
Associated with a public affixed with critics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick Places
Affixed to plantation mindsets,
Obvious dysfunctions...
Are not that obvious to them.
And they battle one another,
To gain the master's trust.
Still depicted by stereotypes,
This life kept in mental bondage...
Feeds appetites of despair,
The suppressors like to enforce upon them.
And everyone seems to enjoy their sick places.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aloof
Repercussions come,
As consequences to one's actions.
And in disbelief,
Are those mainlining straight up nonsense.
Sobbing uncontrollably,
About their fantasies being threatened.
And coming to an end.
This is an unfortunate disturbance that occurs.
So unfortunate it is...
That realities have been kicked to the curb!
People are affixed to their addictions,
Like a twig is attached to a tree.
And...
There is something about the presence of honesty,
That just doesn't take root.
People try to keep it fertilized.
But it does not take root.
People try to keep it fertilized.
But honesty for many...
Has become too aloof!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exclusive Booty
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
But...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo!
And today that's hard to do,
Wanting it exclusive too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creation of a Truth Produced
With an undisturbed thirst,
To swallow anything...
Depicting adventure AND criminality,
Some will sit affixed to it.
While others 'turned on' by spirituality...
Do not need a convincing,
Fed the media on their TV screens.
Whether or not evidence obtained,
Entertain those enthralled.
There is a life lived one lives based on truth.
While many are persuaded,
By a creation of a truth produced.
The difference being?
A truth that God delivers can not be faked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Pace Made
You totally misinterpret,
The pace I keep.
Not one step do I make,
That is taken...
Has you in my mind to compete.
Or is there a thought given to your mission.
I have interests to pursue.
What about you?
This pace made,
Is not awaiting your notice.
Nor is this pace made,
Initiated in the origin of hesitation.
But is a motivation to focus my eyes on the prize.
With my own determination affixed to it!
To feel I am achieving 'something' that validates,
The time I've spent blessed in the appreciation of my life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From A Booming Gleam To A Dusted Bust
When one sells their soul...
Why do they become upset,
With regret...
That it can not be purchased back?
And...
Were they paying attention,
When someone told them that?
Apparently not!
Were their eyes just affixed,
On bling and things...
That would keep their addictions,
Rusting away without a benefit to this!
Some lesssons are too late to learn.
And when they are...
Who cares of it?
And a faith in that which had been trusted,
Went from a booming gleam to a dusted bust.
With no one around them,
To discuss mistrust.
Some lesssons are too late to learn.
And when they are...
Who is there to care?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outside Enclosed Fences
It takes curiosity,
To break free from restricting limits.
It takes a willingness to investigate,
One's difference continually mentioned.
With a hunger to comprehend,
Why are those programmed with mindsets...
Affixed to conditions and quick to defend them
When many are observed to be accepting,
Of rituals affecting them but making less sense.
And those addicted to this environment,
Become offended by the ones...
With experiences outside enclosed fences.
More obvious it is...
Are these acts of self-defeat fed to feed to addict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Norman
Semantics nominated by the Teuton.
A prayer to saints and hypocrites
Idiosyncrasy denounced by the faithless
I shall meditate upon my name.
A sound resonating the mediocrities
A noise possessing the peculiarities
An arbitrator of bipolarities
I shall meditate upon my name.
In desolation, in defeat, in confusion
In delight, in bliss, in ebullience.
Signature affixed of pride and ego
I shall meditate upon my name.
"Norman, adj., Teut., Hopeful"
poem by Norman Santos
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