Bestowing of a False Glow
Those of superficial minds,
Will find someway to maneuver themselves
Into a spotlight of some kind.
Even if it takes embellishment,
To get there to bask in a bestowing of a false glow!
Insecure with mediocre talent and so-so skills,
And quick to announce...
Their less than fantastic accomplishments.
Often leaving people to discover they've become amused.
Until they are confronted with their obvious lack of discipline!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Applying Some Kind Of Discipline
I know few who have accomplished,
Without applying some kind of discipline.
And there are those who attempt,
To impose upon others...
Seeking from them how what they do is done,
As if it is possible...
To teach devotion to someone.
I know few who have accomplished,
Without applying some kind of discipline.
And people today wish to have things their way...
Quick and without effort.
Those who sacrifice usually do not announce it.
They have ambitions that are focused.
And today,
There is a laziness people rather welcome to visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Obvious As Trash Cluttered Streets
Insecure people never seem to know,
What it is they want.
Where it is they wish to go.
Or sticking to a thought that is claimed,
To have for them a meaning meant!
And the frightening thing about this is,
People like that somehow influence others...
Through exaggeration,
That the decisions they make are the best choices.
And nothing has been proven by those who follow them...
That this is true.
Or that a benefit from this for them has been obtained
In fact,
The evidence of insecurity and the lack of discipline...
Is not hidden.
This is as obvious as trash cluttered streets.
Leaders elected because they are liked,
But lack competence.
And people seen who are threatened by dignity.
Supported those who protect them by making excuses,
For their actions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Exchanging Of Footsteps
Could it still be a possibility,
That one's life lived exclusively...
Running away from responsibility,
Can learn after many years spent...
Ignoring the benefits obtained,
In acquiring skills in arithmetic.
Or the process it takes to comprehend,
What has been read to broaden a limitation...
Accepted in one's head instead,
To begin to attach those pieces that fit.
And they eventually could sit patiently,
With a doing of this?
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
Many dismissing the discipline it takes,
To quietly absorb a practice in listening...
Actually wait until it's too late,
To find someone desiring to teach an adult...
To undo those childish stunts in a mind done.
Even children in their fifties can learn!
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
A willingness to waste another's time,
Is okay.
Until it has become decided,
Someone's seriousness is ready to be displayed.
And...
Is reason enough to give away,
Those experiences acquired by someone else.
And we all can participate in the joys of life.
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
There are people all over the place,
Willing to sacrifice their time, minds and efforts...
With their experiences suffered alone to condone,
In an exchanging of footsteps!
All it takes...
Is just for 'one' of us to let this be known.
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
Let us, you and me...and Mother Love,
Just for a few moments abandon realities!
And...
Use our minds to perceive of this,
Idealistically.
'Yep!
Didn't I tell you?
They were doing much more,
Than the changing of test scores...
In the teacher's lounge.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Those Who Stimulate
There are those who stimulate,
Just by the ignorance of their agitation.
And others seeking attention,
To compensate for their lack of talent...
Will annoy until someone responds.
And still there are some,
Who hate themselves so much...
They seek forums,
To announce their agonies....
With a self infliction,
Too obvious to dismiss.
Even their cries for help,
Seem to irritate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writing Is Like A Diet
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it...
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it.
Those who do may not sleep,
At night.
Or discover they have lost an appetite.
Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
Those who ask how writing is done...
Usually have no idea,
Of what they must overcome.
Some believe writing is nothing but fun.
But those committed...
Know writing is more like a spouse,
That can be quiet as a mouse.
Then at other times a shouting occurs...
Heard from the inside,
With a wish to come out!
Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it!
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those 'New To Discover Life' People
Often I am amused by those...
'New To Discover Life' people.
Either they have been rehabiliated in prision.
Or a brick wall they have run into most of their lives,
Suddenly provided them with insight.
Reconditioned to mingle about,
In today's dysfunctional society...
Has instilled within their minds certain beliefs,
That everyone they pass along city streets...
Needs someone who has been recently 'released',
To provide them with guidance and moral comfort.
Often I am amused by those...
'New To Discover Life' people.
Either they have been rehabiliated in prison.
Or a brick wall they have run into most of their lives,
Suddenly provided them with insight.
And those who face and battle their struggles,
On a daily basis...
Without sitting in a cell or running into bricks,
Have been deluded by their lives lived in reality.
And they sit with wishes wanting to hear...
Fables from an ex-con,
Who made choices to live life quick.
And still seeks to live as easy as possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting ahead in a difficult profession requires avid faith in yourself. That is why some people with mediocre talent, but with great inner drive, go much further than people with vastly superior talent.
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Getting ahead in a difficult profession requires avid faith in yourself. That is why some people with mediocre talent, but with great inner drive, go so much further than people with vastly superior talent.
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They Would Rather Have Others Decide
People who discredit others,
Or have values to demean with embellishment...
Aren't going to change their church affiliations overnight,
Just to have the opinions they have of themselves...
Raised to new heights.
That's just not something people who hide do.
They would rather have others decide,
How bright the glow of their light should be...
By undermining those they choose to deceive,
Staying right where they are with feelings insecure.
Declaring their judgemental ways as righteous.
And use the church as a testimonial,
To prove themselves victimized in prayers others overhear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jealousy
Some people get jealous
at the talent others have
and set out to ridicule
them in someway.
What they never think
is they to have a talent
that may follow a different direction
than the one they think they have.
Any kind of jealousy
can eat away at you,
chew you up and spit you out
bitter and depraved.
Envy is another form of jealousy,
wanting what others might have,
and something you cannot attain.
It too eats away at you
the same way jealousy will do
and soon you will hate
what others can do.
If you stopped for a moment,
looked at the things you can do.
You might then realise
these same people
you are jealous of
maybe in awe
at the things you can do.
Jealousy ruins lives,
don’t let it ruin yours too.
poem by David Harris
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Within The Next Few Months
Insinuations made to misguide with a plotting,
Of a shining done of a focused spotlight...
One would like to get,
But has planted few seeds to deserve.
Is a maneuvering done by someone,
On a mission to usurp attention from another.
Only to discover...
It takes more than emoting with a seizing to hold,
An attention from those...
Who seek more than freelanced embellishments.
If discipline with a consistency is not there to be seen,
Any plotting done with insinuations to leave...
Eventually demeans the doer of this activity.
With an unintended declaration,
Of their own lack of motivation taking center stage.
'I understand what it is you 'might' have done.
However...
Unlike the others you've discussed to throw under the bus,
Can you show me more of what it is you actually do?
IF that doing of it as you have stated...
Is your desire and purpose in 'life' you wish to accomplish.'
~Well...I...uh...
Haven't quite found the time just yet!
But within the next few months...
I am certain my schedule will then allow it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laying It On The Line
Laying it on the line.
Time is too precious not to!
At least mine.
Saying it like it is,
And having it be done...
Saves unwelcomed misunderstandings.
And interpretations,
Others are willing to share...
Of what is not there!
But they dare to create and spoil.
Maturity helps one to see things more clearly.
Life becomes more defined.
And wasting time beating around the bush?
Does not cushion the truth at all.
Those delays to say what is on one's mind...
Often finds some kind of betrayal being covered up,
For some reason.
For some purpose...
For someone to bask away in dishonesty.
And today so much of that,
Seems to be the thing to do!
Even when it is obvious...
Someone known is being screwed!
It is best to lay it on the line.
Feelings will be hurt.
People are only accustomed,
To dishing dirt on others and tossing it!
To spread quick.
But winds do shift.
And those who do lay it on the line,
Discover they have peace of mind.
And those who do not...
Often are found surrounded by their own sorrows.
Talking about what tomorrow brings!
Even when deception is all they know to offer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Props
If one is undeserving of getting props,
And this is known without a necessity...
To name drop.
Or spoil their occasion,
To bask in adulation.
One who has been there over and over again,
Know how fleeting these moments can become.
And yet...
It is the acceptance of the spotlight leaving,
That is the most difficult...
For the one who has not a clue at all,
Who doctored the rise to such acclaim.
Leaving those behind the scenes,
Believing themselves powerful enough...
To play such ridiculous mind games,
With those who have already chosen...
Their preferences regardless,
As to where they are placed to find...
On anyone's changing priority list.
Remember...
Only you can be the master of your destiny!
Not to please the ehims of others,
But to succeed and accomplish 'your' desires.
Do the popping of your own cork.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of The Spotlight And Off The Scene
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
Targeted on their priority list,
Are those who make strides and mind their own business.
And the ones who oppose this,
Seem to have time on their hands...
To discredit and undermine,
Those who are motivated with ambitions of some kind.
And behind the minds of those insecure,
Is nothing but to advocate an 'innocent' approach...
To spread a bit of wickedness and initiate hate.
With vocal implications...
To character assassinate those of good deeds,
Who are of goodwill.
Wishing to do for others,
Often kills someone's commitment to fulfill...
Promises made to promote others with abilities,
Because they often are without tremendous egos...
With mindsets placed on the making of dollar bills.
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
With a wish to get attention...
That removes another who gets it,
Without intention.
But still there is a wish to get them...
Out of the spotlight and off the scene.
And...
By any evil means necessary!
To diminish, eventually, a credibility....
Jealousy and envy had never earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Glow
I wanna watch you glow
I love to see you glow
I wanna see the sun shine out
And heal the aching bones
I wanna set you free
Find sweet harmony
Cause I can see a rainbow now
Smiling through the trees
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
I wanna let you know
Let the river flow
Find that place to be
Set your spirit free
Lighten up the shade
Bring color to the day
A perfect kind of you
A perfect kind of me
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow
song performed by by Feeder
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I want to encourage other people to try to discover who they are, not to try to fit into some superficial prototype of what they think a Christian should be, but to discover who they really are.
quote by Larry Norman
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until All Itching Has Been Scratched From It
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
People confronted run and do not sit.
And finding it difficult to be seen near it.
And these are the ones who become upset,
By living lives reflecting their own negligence.
Hiding in denial and deluded by embellishments.
And these are the people who today regret,
Spending their last dime...
To make impressions others forget.
Since impressions themselves,
Leave nothing concrete meant.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Like that which irritates...
Until all itching has been scratched from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A company of error
It’s fantastic
Everyone joys to watch it
Even all we do are breaking each others heart, crushing each others pride
It’s fantastic
Everyone loves to see it
It seems common sense is out of their head now
We like to cross each others path, we always in hot debate
But it’s fantastic
Everyone eager for more slapstick
We are falling to each others trap, running to each others map
It’s fantastic
Everyone craves for lots cry and weep
And we just have to close up the creep
It’s fantastic
Everyone has a blood of sadistic
It’s so obvious it can make a healthy man got sick
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Superficial Society
So I'm not good enough to hang out with your friends
You say it's a bluff, it's no lie
You want to be cool and hang with both sides
But what would they say, I'm the fool
It's a superficial society
It's a bunch of bullshit can't you see
Why wouldn't you wake up to reality
I guess backstabbing ain't the way of life for me
Open your mind and close your eyes
To the things that really persist
It's not your hair or the things you wear
That makes someone socially exist
It's hard to find yourself sometimes
Around the people with a cool policy
Why don't you let yourself unwind
And leave that lame society
Superficial society
Superficial society
Superficial society
It's all superfical to me
Superficial society
Superficial society
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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