An Acceptable Way Of Life
Even though there are thieves and deceivers,
And everything imagined corruptable and crooked...
In these days now lived and...worshipped!
To be exposed as they are amongst us.
It is in the pomp and circumstance of the doing,
That treats those delighted...
Who have found they have become addicted.
To allow a wickedness to thrive.
And those opposed against what is now valued,
Are regarded as traitors to an acceptable way of life.
Becoming the ones now accused,
To making drastic changes,
With a restoring of those lost values.
Attempts to correct those wrongs have been protested.
Exposing them for what they are has people outraged
How can anyone eliminated those wrongs uplifted.
To make again those things remembered,
That once had been great and lived as right.
'We will fight to protect our interests that are valued.
We will fight to spread the decadence,
We so love and praise.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put Living Life On Your Agenda
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
It may seem that way,
But it doesn't have to be.
While you were working hard on a 9 to 5,
Others were working behind your back...
Cheating for an easier life,
And lieing and deceiving comfortably...
Day and night!
And if you are angry,
You have every right to be.
However...
You are not alone!
You are not the only one,
Trick by a way of life...
Your standards have condoned.
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
The first sign of trouble didn't faze you at all.
There were clues laid all over the place...
A decadence beginning was being thrown in your face.
The first time you accepted disrespect from someone...
That was a hint,
At least a clue...
You were not the only one to whom that was being done.
And remember making decisions not to become involved?
You shouldn't have turned your back!
What is happening today...
Could have then been easily solved,
Corrected and kept from attack.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
And you really didn't care.
If you did what you should have done yesterday...
Was not to observe the crumbling done around you.
Something said would have prevented it instead.
And none of it,
Would have existed.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
And get rid of everything else you've been doing.
Because whatever it is you've done,
Has not worked to your advantage.
Not if you are crying about your wants and losses!
You relied upon someone else,
To decide what was valued...
And what was to be tossed away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Making of a Dollar
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
And in 'those' days...
A having of dignity and pride,
Was shown and not denied.
And depending on who you are...
A pride taken in oneself,
Will be labelled conceit and arrogance.
Again...
This depends one how one is depicted.
And 'what' one represents.
To emphasis those values...
Only when they seem to be demeaned,
By a targeted class of people hip hopping on the scene...
Society chooses to belittle and disrespect.
With a media microscoping to defame and diminish.
However...
Those same values are not kept,
When addressing those who believe they are above others...
When marketing their disgrace,
To advertise high on billboards, movies...
And other 'money grabbing' ways up in everyone's face.
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
Before the making of a dollar,
Replaced the making of quality human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Chain
D. lambert/b.potter
Just because in a moment of madness
I took advantage of your sweet love
Don't just hand me a lifetime of sadness
When there's so little i'm guilty of
One chain don't make no prison
Two wrongs don't make no right
One rain don't make no river
One punch don't make no fight
Can you spare me a little affection
Would that be askin' too much of you
Don't point love in another direction
I swear i'll make it up to you
One chain don't make no prison
Two wrongs don't make no right
One rain don't make no river
One punch don't make no fight
There's a bed i'm keepin' empty for you
There's a lot i know i've got to prove
Don't let a simple misunderstanding
Be a mountain that we can't move
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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One Chain (Don't Make No Prison)
D. lambert/b.potter
Just because in a moment of madness
I took advantage of your sweet love
Dont just hand me a lifetime of sadness
When theres so little Im guilty of
One chain dont make no prison
Two wrongs dont make no right
One rain dont make no river
One punch dont make no fight
Can you spare me a little affection
Would that be askin too much of you
Dont point love in another direction
I swear Ill make it up to you
One chain dont make no prison
Two wrongs dont make no right
One rain dont make no river
One punch dont make no fight
Theres a bed Im keepin empty for you
Theres a lot I know Ive got to prove
Dont let a simple misunderstanding
Be a mountain that we cant move
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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World Wars
Soldiers Fight. Enemies Fight Back
World Wars Come To An End.
The Loved Ones Go And Fight For They're People.
They Shall Fight For Land
They Shall Fight For Glory
They Fight For The People That Live.
They Shall Not Let Anyone Down
They Must Do Much As They Can.
The Soldiers Fight.
The Soldiers Protect.
Once One Soldier Dies, Others Soldiers Die
they must bring peace to the land they protect.
We Remember The People Who Went To War.
Some Of The Families Lost A Member In War.
Some Of The Families Didn't Lost A Member In War.
In War, It's Hard To Survive In War.
You Gotta Be Strong And Brave.
The War Is All About The People We Care About And Keeping Enemies Away.
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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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To Seek and Wish For That Which Is Correct
It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
To lie, deceive and deny...
Takes a toll on the mind,
Trying to remember too much.
And what was told to whom and when.
It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
Than to create fresh lies to be exposed over and over,
To be told over again without an end to them.
That can exhaust,
Even the most gifted of blinded achievers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Do Like To Mock A Lot
To keep a lock and key on a valued life,
With a doing unconcerned,
Or bothered by wrongs or that which is right.
To then praise idols!
Is not realistic...
For someone to say,
They live a life with a taking of risks.
There is a bit of a conflict in your admission.
To be confronted by a boulder,
With a pretending of it to be a pebble...
Or a tiny rock dropped.
Is not realistic.
But of course I respect your point of view.
People do like to mock a lot.
Are you one of those people too?
With a taking of something serious...
To portray others as fools.
Or...
Is it that you are a pessimist,
And a teasing cynic too?
'I'm neither!
But I must admit...
Your grasp of the language is hypnotic.
And your knowledge of the topic,
Overwhelms in your stunning presentation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Have Done This To Themselves
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms'.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve.
People have done this to themselves.
Not to treasure one's integrity,
Is a sign an identity is lost.
And nothing is valued but delusion.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms' of 'this' experience.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve,
Not one word but every word said.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Lived One More LIfe... I Would
If I lived one more life
I would melt by the gentle sight of you
I would believe that your love is true
I would erase my fake intention
I would hold back all my foolish emotion
If I lived one more life
I would read all yr colorful envelopes
I would never burn your words of hopes
I would cherish your banner on the wall
I would make sure it will never fall
If I lived one more life
I would pick up your call night & days
I would guarantee your mind not decays
I would let my door open at all time
I would safe your sanity to prevent any crime
If I lived one more life
I would stand before you on my knee
I would beg your family to forgive me
I would plead to share your torture
I would fight to bring back your future
If I lived one more life
I would endure all your hate
I would accept you as my fate
I would strive to give you the best of me
I would die in your arms and be happy
If I lived one more life … I would
Dedicated to D.N.R – It’s been 14 years… This is my apology, I mean every word.
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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In God's Eyes
'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
Many years ago they had chosen sides.
Those that appeared to have nothing,
Were taunted!
Those who worshipped things...
Of course,
Were not!
They were social darlings.
And accepted brighter than stars!
But the land could not feed,
All of those who kept feeding their greed.
And for generations...
They let the needy bleed!
They laughed at the homeless.
Joked of those who found refuge on the streets.
But the land could not feed,
All of those who kept feeding their greed.
Warnings from those observing,
Were dismissed and at best, ignored!
If fact they were declared to be insane...
And defamed and slandered,
Became for some to do to them as a chore!
And the signs of the times began to creep,
Upon the shores.
And this had never been seen before.
Many became frightened.
Decisions were made to close their doors!
An epidemic soon spread.
And those of suburban dreams...
Found themselves foreclosure whores!
Those with their BA's, MA's and PHd's...
Wide screen TV's and DVD's
Were lining up at pawn shops!
Sneaking to protect pretentions they could not stop!
Those of jewels and gold gems...
Sought to find shelter,
With lost relatives and fake friends!
But wait...
'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
You, the abused...
The downtrodden and counted out!
You, the one ignored and talked about!
You, the slandered and defamed to shame.
You who kept your dignity and identity that remained...
Ultimately wins the prize!
In God's eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Politicizing Life, Religiously
Those elected to represent their constituents,
To present their interests politically...
Are being accused of politicizing life,
Religiously.
As if a preference with efforts,
To camouflaged their deeds...
Would be for those delusioned more suitably acceptable,
To relieve them of a feeding on misleading deceptions.
Although not mentioned...
Is the expense of blatant hypocrisy.
Regardless of the process or method of selection.
However...
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Has not been witnessed...
By those observing their quality of life diminish?
As arguments between politicians continue,
Regardless of affiliation, ethnic heritage or creed.
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Protects with a prevention...
A stopping of the increase of taxes,
Attached to everyone who is forced to pay.
If this is not politicizing life,
Than why are those choosing to live as is their right...
Harrassed on a daily basis by those provoked,
Who solicit actively for funds and voters...
To ensure 'politically' with their religious overtones,
That 'all' beliefs should be kept in the best of 'their' interests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck On Pause
The biggest enemy we fight...
Is the inability to admit wrongs,
That are clearly not right.
Punishing the truth with ignorant stances...
Enhances the danger,
And defeats any chances...
To regain integrity lost!
It is the price paid,
For proceeding unswayed at any cost!
With a narrow mindset decreasing.
And the accomplishments gained,
Are flushed down the drain...
By those remaining obstinate,
In attempts to sustain a fading glory
Never to be reclaimed.
It's been lived...
Never to be the same!
Times drastically change...
For those minds stuck on pause!
Leaving options that were bountiful,
Burned to a crisp...
On bridges now flaming,
But once safely crossed!
And all who stood by watching,
Are now victims of their whims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We so Great
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
seeking him
in the moon,
in the star,
in the sun
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
seeking him
till the ends
of the universe
in ourselves,
in friends and foes
in the almighty,
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
some do it right
some do it half right
some just plain all wrong -
not an echo of themselves
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
despite all the odds
the rights learn
from half rights
and the wrongs learn
from all wrongs
we so great
we get the world going
with all the rights
wrongs, half rights
and half wrongs
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Why Do I Go
There are those who ask me why?
Why do I go to fight fight and maybe die.
For many reasons I answer the call.
Some will understand others not at all.
Because I am a warrior
my given orders I must obey.
To seek and destroy all those
who align with evildoers.
Because of my ideals and values.
Yes I will go I will man the lines.
I will fight because my heart tells me.
I must protect my loved ones.
My loved ones because I cannot bear
perception of their pain
or forever gone from my care.
Yes I must respond.
I go because I believe tyrants threaten.
To gain dominance by force
instill fear and harm.
To innocent gentle souls.
I go because somewhere
someone's freedom.
is jeophardized.
Held captive of terror and threat.
I must fight despite great odds.
Keeping safe all people's right.
To live and choose freely
to realize each's hopes and dreams.
To protect the privilege
of everyone's natural right
to voice unafraid their feelings.
To carry on that fight I must go.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Isn't It Great?
Isn't it great, to be alive, and have a friend,
Someone special and on them you can depend;
I have that special some one, cares about me,
It's my Jesus, My Lord and Master, He'll love you too, you'll see.
Isn't it good to be here, in the face of adversity?
When we are facing danger, we can have victory,
Life sometimes brings turmoil, but soon comes peace,
God helps us thru to the end, and we have release.
Isn't it great, when we are left on our own, yet we can cope,
Because there is God helping us, giving us hope;
I know sometimes things will seem so very dark,
But in the end, our hearts will sing like a lark.
Isn't it good, we can see what is right,
And fight the wrongs, with all our might;
We can choose, to hurt, for what we went through,
But! God will put things right, and make anew.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Not Just A Refugee
I was forced to leave my homeland,
My children and my wife,
To find a safer place to live,
Ultimately to save my life.
My decision wasn't taken lightly,
So please try to be aware,
We only want security,
For you to show you care.
What you take for granted,
We are not allowed,
While we must say things quietly,
You can shout out loud.
You can walk for miles on end,
Without the need for fear,
What we'd give to do the same,
That's our reason for coming here.
You can choose where you want to go,
We don't have that choice,
All we want is liberty,
To be able to have a voice.
While you have a dream in life,
To be fabulously wealthy,
Where I come from our only aim,
Is trying to stay fit and healthy.
If you were beaten every day,
You'd say that can't be right,
That is why I had to move,
I'd lost the will to fight.
If you were told your life is ours,
You do not have a say,
Would you not do the same as me,
Get up and run away.
I want to work and pay my way,
Just the same as you,
All I ask for in return,
Is respect from just a few,
I don't want your handouts,
I'd much rather be employed,
That way I'll feel valued,
My life can be enjoyed.
So please don't treat me differently,
I do not look for favours,
What I seek is acceptance,
That's what our species savours.
I did what any human would,
In order to survive,
While I'm here there's always hope,
My family will survive.
Until you get to know me,
Please don't make a song and dance,
Just try to learn who I am,
All I ask for is a chance.
Before you make any judgement,
Please try to understand,
I come for your democracy,
Not to steal your land.
You're renowned for fighting injustice,
A cause you‘re fighting still,
I am doing just the same,
My mission I must fulfill.
That is why I came here,
On freedom you're renowned,
Help me through to be as you,
Then equality we'll have found.
I do not ask for sympathy,
Just a friendly ear,
To listen to my troubles,
You can help bring me some cheer.
I miss my wife and children too,
Most everyone's the same,
As humans we love our families,
They're worth much more than fame.
I pray one day we'll be as one,
Those wrongs will all be righted,
With your help I'll once again,
With my family be reunited.
Close your eyes for just a while,
When you open them you'll see,
I am like you, a Human Being,
‘' Not Just A Refugee ''
Who Awakened Would Be Envious
Why is it,
When a person has decided...
A peace valued and wishes to keep,
Is a sign of temporary defiance?
And not a life choice one has made.
When one has lived,
In the sharing of chaos, confusion...
And indecisiveness of others,
What would make anyone think...
This way of life,
Is so overwhelmingly attractive...
One who has escaped from it,
Is desiring to participate?
By pretending to be left alone?
But they wish...
By a sending of 'perceived' mixed signals,
To have 'that' nonsense lived...
Their way?
Who awakened would be envious of it?
Crazy are the fools who think this way!
An escape,
IF successful...
Is a blessing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baffled
There are those living
Who actually are convinced
They have power to enforce their beliefs
On other people to accept without objection
And these very same people
Regardless of the kind of enforcement they use
Are baffled that the cost of their attempts
Have their creditors making suggestions
As to what they should sell
To pay off their debts
Created to enforce others
To accept in a bowing done
How a way life lived
In in the best of their interests
Making not a bit of sense
Even to those debating themselves
In campaigns
Over realities they can no longer afford
To have others believe anymore
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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