Basically Into Themselves
People feel and see,
What directly affects.
If it is not prioritized...
They do not get upset.
When winds change,
And blame is claimed...
Those once unconcerned,
Seek attention on them aimed.
An effectiveness is expected then.
When folks feel inconvenienced,
And their whims become threatened.
But prior to that no complaints are heard.
People are basically into themselves...
Until their own footsteps,
Have been blocked or blurred.
In a collective unity,
People find no comfort in that reality.
That sensibility,
Disturbs their 'selfish' and isolated normalcy!
People feel and see,
What directly affects.
If it is not prioritized...
They do not get upset.
However...
When winds change,
And blame is claimed...
Those once unconcerned,
Seek attention upon them aimed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Federation of Unions
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
Isolated protectivism,
With beliefs fading quick!
Has those of a mindset,
Internally struggling...
To maintain foundations in conflict!
And this can not persist like this!
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
Affecting the lives of everyone.
And the change coming to all who resist,
Is going to stun...
By the effectiveness of it!
A federation of unions comes to exist!
And who leads,
Will not be as important...
As those who will be forced to follow!
Swallowing a past,
From times no longer everlasting.
He may have said it!
Many may have regrets.
But all will experience,
And feel the affects of change!
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
But there will be little a few in opposition can do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hmph...People
Leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
I'm not talking to you.
'I see.
Then...
Who ARE you talking to? '
No one in particular.
It has been a while since I've said it.
And it is refreshing to know,
You weren't offended at all.
I remember the days,
My saying that would upset you.
'Why should I feel offended?
Or upset.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me,
Where I am going? '
What?
Where are you going?
'That's none of your business.
And I'm hoping that doesn't offend.
Now you can practice not getting upset.'
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
And I'm not a child.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
And what are you laughing about?
'I was only teasing.
I'm not going anywhere.'
Oh yes you are!
You're going to leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
People!
They will do anything to get on your nerves.
Upset?
As if I was that easily provoked!
Hmph...people!
'I heard that.'
Who cares!
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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Okey-Doke
An overloading of circumstance,
With a focus dumped on pomp.
And just too much of the poppycock,
That crops up with romancing done...
Prioritized by the junk
Leaves the people celebrating,
Their nonsense without end.
And the people celebrate,
More of it to begin!
To defend.
And often...
People have to pretend with them,
Everything is okey-doke.
Since people love it when,
They can poke at other folks to joke.
'Cause...
People need to feel,
A realness...
Although little of it makes sense at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Prioritized Attention Given
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.
It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.
Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.
That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sir Duke
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Dont make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter a
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just wont quit
But here are some of musics pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For theres basie, miller, satchmo
And the king of all sir duke
And with a voice like ellas ringing out
Theres no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people
Cant you feel it all over
Come on lets feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people
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song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Self Praise Stages
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
Today...
Very few people have hobbies,
Or interests that makes them feel proud.
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
There is something about people like this,
Others would say are egotistical.
I find them to be inspirational.
So many of the others are caught up,
In backstabbings, defamation of character...
And deep they are in self deception.
So whenever I am around those,
Who are in their self praise stages...
I am amazed they are not professing a self hate.
Or in the reception of doubts and complaints.
However...
Those on stages self praising themselves,
Is a different perspective.
These folks don't have time to be introspective.
Self praising from stages most get paid to do.
This can be compared to individuals,
Who have been 'called' to administer...
A self righteousness affixed to wholesome boredom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People come People go Who stays?
People go
To their synagogues mosques churches temples nightclubs and bars
People go to feel good People go
People go
To pray their prayers sing their songs drink their beers and dance their beat
People go
To be better feel better seek better because they know best
People go
When will people come
To know less experience more and give all
People come People go
Who stays?
poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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You 'Have' To Notice It
Lets...
Discuss,
Racism.
And how it affects you daily.
'It doesn't.'
Comeon.
You have to notice it?
'I do.'
So...
You are affected.
'No.
I am not.'
Of course you are.
You are obviously black.
A black man.
'And? '
If I were black I would notice that.
Everywhere I would notice it.
Everywhere I went...
It would be on my mind.
In my consciousness.
I'd be full of resentment.
I wouldn't be able to sleep,
Knowing I stood out amongst all people.
I would feel insecure.
Emotionally tormented inside,
With wishes to be white.
I would be...
Are you done?
'Yes.
But I just wanted you to know,
How I would feel...
IF I were a black man.'
Sorry to disappoint you.
Perhaps my commitment,
To having an identity with purpose first...
Has not prioritized my being black.
As much as you have.
Are you hoping one day I will feel inferiror?
'You don't? '
By what or who?
'Those who feel they are better than you.'
I don't fantasize.
But I realize there are many who do.
And I notice them everywhere I go.
You have to notice it too?
'I don't.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Such An Actor
You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?
'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '
If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.
'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '
You should.
'And why is that? '
It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.
'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'
You are such an actor.
'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'
And what does that mean?
'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.
Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.
'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '
Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.
'And hollow of any sign of content.'
Yep. You are out of touch.
'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.
quote by Martin Luther King
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No Longer Top Of The List
All of them the self-righteous types,
With ambtions to have status.
And socialize with whom they like.
These are the people who expect their lives,
Prioritized the moment...
A discomfort affects them by surprise.
And with 'means' to keep their flaws diminished,
While actively preventing...
Those with less the same benefits.
They now have to accept and come to realize,
No longer top of the list...
Are their wants and wishes prioritized.
'Why do 'we' have to go through this?
Isn't it understood who we are,
And who we know with influence?
We want our lives back like they were yesterday.
None of us could care less,
What a natural occurrence has from us taken away.
Why is it that we have to go through this?
We are better than that.
And we 'demand' what we had returned back to us,
And...
Make it quick.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heard To Curse
The same people heard to curse,
Their anonymous obscenities...
In telephone calls placed,
To upset and disrespect...
Others wishing to live peacefully.
With identity and dignity,
They've earned to get.
Are most likely the very same people,
Publicly cussing profanities...
With the same insanity,
And attention grabbing zest!
And no!
For anyone believing,
These acts are of a random coincidence...
Are too absorbed in fantasies perceived,
When a stability is missing...
And not trying to hide,
Any hints of this kind of ignorance.
With a determination,
To keep those sleeping reminded...
Just how close 'reality' stalks...
And approaches them.
Right in those places,
They feel safe and reside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Tongue
Isn't always a 'they' involved?
A group of nameless faces.
We blame as a resolve.
To escape our guilts...
And flaws,
With the pimples and the blemishes.
Isn't it always a 'they' involved?
Some unknown entity to blame.
When something 'affects' our peace?
And that monster inside of us heats.
We seek places to go...
To get it whipped and/or beatened.
Either for the attention of it...
Or to satisfy masochistic pleasures.
Which is it?
And it is always a 'they' involved,
Doing it better.
And doing it because they want it in return...
With it done even better than it was given.
With a lot less tongue!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Diversity of People
There are pretty people
There are ugly people,
There are short people
There are fat people,
There are tall people
And there are skinny people
There are people that you blame
And there are people that blame you,
There are people like me
And there are people like you
There are mothers
And there are fathers,
There are sons
And there are daughters
They are all wound up in their family trees,
Walking ordinarily on the streets
To life's different beats
poem by Jessica Goudreault
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Exchange Of Values Have Come To Upset
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose.
Just to have 'things' to present an image,
Seems to be on the wane for those drained...
And doing the best they can,
To recover from the quick presence of reality.
Many had never met reality so personalized before.
And the experience has been breathtaking.
Even though...
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose,
There still remain those...
Clinging onto their delusions,
Since this is the only reality they know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only in a concert situation do I have access to people directly to preach to them, and I don't believe that the bigger your platform is, the more people will pay attention.
quote by Larry Norman
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Blame
who to blame?
we spend all of our time
pointing fingers, looking
for who to blame for
wars, poverty, injustices,
disease, overpopulation,
racism, enslavements,
hunger, homelessness.
who to blame?
men, women, white people,
Muslims, conservative Christians,
right-wingers, gay people, straight people,
the elite, illegal immigrants.
wake the hell up!
all of us bear equal
responsibility in this blame.
we are all a part of the cause.
we are all a part of the cure.
if we spent half as much time
working to fix our problems
as we do pointing fingers.
we'd fix them!
each of us has the right
to our own individuality
but each of us have the
responsibility of our collective
unity
poem by Eric Cockrell
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