Based Upon Appearances
Taught to shy away from those,
Amongst themselves most qualified...
Has left them in their dire straits.
And now they witness their qaulity of life,
Slipping from their hands.
On the edge from them of being erased.
To leave those voicing their demands,
With their choices made to be replaced.
And those who tried to reach them,
With an approach honest and not faked...
Are the ones now solicited,
For any opinions from them they 'wish' to make.
And those who had their recommendations,
Dismissed...
Have moved on to live their lives in peace,
Without the onslaught of conflicts.
And those now in the midst of them,
Were too excited to invite a clearing of consciousness.
Since decisions based upon appearances,
From them they could not and can not away from them shake.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Do You Plan To Leave?
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
I remember distinctly,
You referring to my 'visions' as delusional.
The ones that corrupted your values and standards.
The ones you said I kept over-re-acted.
And based upon my own dissatisfactions.
The very same ones...
You now claim affect 'you'.
And leave you stunned.
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
Why are you not in celebration?
Could it be you taste,
A bit of devastation?
And you believe 'my' world has a few vacancies?
Let me share with you this...
In 'my' world,
I've solicited no one to share my peace of mind.
Or the happiness I have found in it!
However...
I do admire your temporary visit.
When do you plan to leave?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refusing Then To Listen
There were those selected and chosen,
To represent their causes.
With a reflecting of their priorities,
And interests kept protected.
There were those denied,
And deemed not qualified.
Although they produced credentials,
To prove their experiences were essential.
Today those denied,
And deemed yesterday not qualified...
Are discovered to have experiences,
That should have never been dismissed.
But time does not allow to have those yesterdays,
Replaced with a catching up to date.
And,
What could have been of benefit and useful to them,
Those refusing then to listen...
Would have been paths freed of debris with clarity.
But a patience gone from those dismissed...
Has been distanced from the ones,
Caught up in lives lived in chaos and conflicts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into Corners Of Weakness
It is amazing how they had praised themselves,
Into corners of weakness without a consciousness.
And...
Once believing themselves to be better than others.
To discover they are the ones now dismissed.
By their peers and those involved,
In their dissolving relationships.
It is amazing how they had attached to establishments.
The ones they believed,
Would never leave them in a bind behind...
The current changes that exist.
And the speed of this done has them in mental fits.
With no lifeline to free or rescue them,
From decisions they made creating their own unhappiness.
It is amazing how they had praised themselves,
Into corners of weakness without a consciousness.
And...
To witness them awakening to witness their hearts breaking,
Shakens those who were left exposed...
To their quick critiquing and judgements passed,
Now to view their shoulders hunched is an image that is so sad.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Most In Need of Empathy
People do make choices!
And those upset with regret...
By the decisions they have made.
With direct accusations,
To others...
For not clearing a path,
With cracks unpaved.
Are the ones unaccustomed,
To being held accountable.
They seek exits to escape...
From responsibilities they have faked!
Creating more difficulties for themselves.
Fault finders they become!
And nothing else.
With hopes they are seen,
As victims of low self esteem.
And this too often has been their gloated motive...
To keep themselves viewed,
As those most in need of empathy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With This Kind of Mindset
If it was not for war...
Those with this kind of mindset,
Would find no reason to live.
Without offending others,
With their insecurities...
And need to spark conflicts.
What other purpose would they have?
What other pupose would they find...
To give for lives ungrateful.
With nothing else on their minds positive!
Their existence is based upon destroying peace.
Convincing themselves what others have,
Is for them to take and release.
Decresing the rights of others.
And call them enemies,
On lands they invade.
With campaigns...
They have come to protect and save.
But from who and from what?
To prove they can destruct?
These war games played today...
Are recruiting few supporters,
Who realize their wishes to live in peace...
They no longer desire to trade,
For heartbreak and suffering that never goes away.
Only to discover they have been betrayed?
Just to witness a few profit from their sorrows?
Those with a degraded consciousness...
On time borrowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Eternal Choice
We come into life with no choice, simply born as girls and boys.
We are born of a man and wife, through whom we enter into life,
They become Mom and Dad, teaching us what’s good and bad.
Making the early choices for us, as the people that we can trust,
To guide us in our early life, steering us from the pain and strife.
They make all the decisions too, of what we can and cannot do,
As they help us all to grow, learning the things we need to know.
Preparing children for a time, when choices are yours and mine.
They know there’s coming a day, when we’ll go a separate way,
When children leave their home, to make choices on their own.
As you live out your early days, you follow in your parent’s ways,
The choices early on in life, may not have included Jesus Christ.
When we leave that chosen path, we may invite a parent’s wrath,
In spite of your parent’s reproof, you must choose Words of Truth.
For when God’s Truth is ignored, we need to then seek The Lord.
Although from the very start, parents indeed have a critical part,
Many following their own heart, from their early ways will depart.
There is no bigger choice friend, than that of a man’s eternal end.
A choice that’s a personal one, when believing in God’s Only Son,
For the only way to eternal life, is choosing the gift of Jesus Christ.
The parents of girls and boys, can’t make a child’s eternal choice,
Even if they known the Only Way, it is a decision you must make.
No one can make for you or me, the one choice regarding eternity.
That choice in which you believe, must be made before you leave,
And only with this eternal choice, when you leave, will you rejoice.
(Copyright ©06/2006)
Hardheadedness
Ignorance for what it is...
Is ignorance for what it is!
Romanticizing it as it has been done,
In urban centers throughout the country...
To benefit those living in suburbia,
And their misguided opinions and decisions...
Is not going to bestow upon anyone,
The glow of enlightenment.
Not with the thickness of hardheadedness in the way!
Some folks can not be taught.
They 'have' to be shown!
All of it has been to someone else's benefit!
And if you are one who find that you are whining...
This benefit does not belong to you!
It is not yours.
A picture drawn in crayon is best understood!
Hopefully.
At least an attempt should be made...
To search for any display of a higher consciousness,
Seeking release.
From under the rubble of thoughtlessness,
After the onslaught of attacks from mindlessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same
But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?
They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same
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Solicited With Other Voices
Those able and capable of making decisions,
Are already prepared to be blamed for them.
Since those who take positions,
To find hiding places as is their custom...
Always seem to make appearances,
To dispute those decisions that have been made.
With an advocating of protests...
Solicited with other voices raised,
So no one can detect which of those voices heard...
Stand out to be recognized by anyone,
To humiliate publicly and personally disgrace.
Although cookies shakened together in one package,
Eventually chip to have them all crumble.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Choice To Make
Believers have a choice to make, when we believe, what to forsake,
Leaving behind things of the past, for those that shall eternally last.
Things that we once held up high, after the Cross, we need to deny,
Making choices for the sake of Him, Who saved us from all our sin.
If Jesus Christ is truly your choice, in God above you would rejoice,
As you leave worldly ways behind, moved by a new heart and mind,
And the Lord will never forsake you, as Christ makes your life anew,
Through the power from Calvary, with your mind now set on Eternity.
From some things we must turn away, no matter what others will say,
Believers are to live their life anew, as God directs all we say and do,
Such decisions aren’t made in haste, as life of old would be a waste,
For with renewed minds and hearts, from older ways, our life departs.
With new choices comes reward, when we make choices for our Lord,
Who made the choice of the cross, a choice made for all sinners lost,
His choice to become sin for man, was the door for us to God’s Plan,
God’s plan of Grace giving New Life, to all who come to Jesus Christ.
Reward for Believers begins here, as we live upon this earthly sphere,
Receiving a peace and joy inside, when worldly ways are truly denied,
And real reward lasting forevermore, when you enter Christ, The Door,
With the ultimate reward you receive, of Eternal Life when you believe.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
Invite, Solicit or Visit. Period
I have never found it alright,
To have others make decisions...
For the way I live my life.
My own parents weren't restrictive,
Or strict.
They made suggestions and that was it.
To have someone decide,
What is or is not for me to appease my appetite...
Is not going to happen.
Unless someone is seeking an argument or a fight.
And at my age I 'will' sleep peacefully at night.
So conflicts to undo my wishes I do not invite.
Nor do I solicit or visit.
Period.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to Be Selective
Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!
Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.
Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!
Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.
And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.
With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.
Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Pleases
If it pleases...
Anyone is invited,
To say and speak
That which is on their mind.
Tongues of these,
Have been declared to be
Censorship free.
And acceptable.
Those who think pose threats.
And they may or may not upset,
The ones who protect themselves...
In safety zones condoned.
And yet...
A comprehension is expected.
Requests to understand perspectives,
Are solicited and collected.
And those choices selected are made.
To leave decisions made pleased.
In a climate made easier for explanations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slipping Away
I said I wouldnt cry
The day you said goodbye
Its not like Ill never see you again
I guess the things you need
You just cant get from me
But you still can reach out to me now and then
Chorus:
My head is spinning round
All my defense is down
I have held the world in my hands
But I cant keep you from slipping away,
Mmmmm. . . .
If time will show me grace
And you to a better place
Then I can live knowing it wasnt in vain
It hurts so much to know when love means letting go
And no one can tell me that they felt my pain
No strength can stop you now
Will someone show me how
How to live it over again
Cos I cant keep you from slipping away
I will never break your power over me
I could never shake the thought of you burning in my mind
Youre all I see
(repeat chorus)
Oh, I cant keep you from slipping away
Oh......slipping away,
Mmmm.......
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Worthless Propositions
Do not make attempts...
To obligate me or my time,
To decisions you make.
You will discover,
Your demands do not satisfy...
My approach to life.
And at best will be left,
As worthless propositions.
'Wow. Nice.
Now...
Do you mind reading my stuff?
Since I've read yours! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disregarding One's Gift of Life
We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.
Some have chosen to fulfill their dreams with things!
Others choose to discover life.
Seeking truth.
And what for them true happiness means.
And still there are others who prey,
For all the wrong reasons.
Leeching to please urgent needs.
And completely satisfied...
To play with life all day.
And make commitments,
To waste time at night.
We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.
And yet there are those who despise themselves...
With needs to start arguments.
For them conflicts they wish to incite.
To peak their interests by starting fights.
And disregarding one's gift of life...
As something they've been ordained to take away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything On It Is
Although quick this shift in consciousness moves...
Many are not adjusting to it!
They assume this 'differentness'
Has room for their decisions and opinions,
That comes with it!
There is an evolution taking place.
One that is on a fast pace.
Many will be lost by the wayside.
Realizing their concepts are out of date.
Although quick this shift in consciousness moves...
Many can not believe,
We are leeches breeding on a planet that breathes.
We are not creators but inhabitants...
Allowed the life we live.
We are here as an experiment!
And that's all that this is!
You can pray and say whatever you wish.
Take a drive in your car...
Or stay at home with your satellite dish!
You may think you are better than your neighbor?
Or be a racist with a blockage of ignorance.
But you're a human being like the rest of us...
Begin changed within this scene!
Although quick this shift in consciousness moves...
Many are not adjusting to it!
They assume this 'differentness'
Has room for their decisions and opinions,
That comes with it!
And that is so untrue.
So no matter who you know and what you do...
Everything on this planet is going through changes!
'Everything' on it is!
Everything including 'you'...too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slipping Away to Fade
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
It is difficult to suppress,
Truth when truth is sought and confessed.
And pointless it is to try to hide it too...
When beliefs once known have shown new roots.
With a growing that leaves clear and fresh air to breathe.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
And we have been chosen to witness it.
And we who have come to benefit from this,
Will rise like flowers reaching up from concrete.
Becoming part of that which yesterday was not possible.
Not when solutions were ignored to correct,
Cracks appearing on city streets.
With powers unlimited and abilities unrestricted...
By useless conflicts inflicted to deceive.
With minds now uplifted no longer accepting this,
As part of life and the experience of it.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance to stick,
Is slipping away.
Slipping away to fade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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