Burdened to Maintain the Presence
Degrees obtained to succeed,
In the feeding of a progressive society.
Has not proven effective.
Not if intentions,
Were to uplift consciousness.
Many 'scholars' find themselves,
Burdened to maintain the presence...
Of a material success.
And discovering,
They have acquired less happiness.
With wishes to have a peace of mind,
If it can be found...
Among the trappings that have enslaved.
Or easily purchased!
If they had the time.
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Effective Depression
A success obtained,
With intentions to share with others.
Is a success undenied.
This kind of success is not implied,
By those who benefit.
And multiplies to see it thrive.
A success hoarded to manipulate,
With a selfishness one prides.
Is a success that suppresses.
With a digressing of those who oppress.
To leave an effective depression to digest.
That certainly does not impress those affected.
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Come From Under the Trappings
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need,
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
Come from under the trappings.
Let your beliefs,
Remove the strangle hold and squeeze...
Placed upon the young.
Those that have followed you into darkness,
And have shielded from the Sun!
Those you have fed,
All the misdeeds...
That have blocked and shunned!
Come from under those trappings done.
They are shutting off your breath.
And speeding up your untimely death!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
You might as well!
They are being released from you physically!
Now...
It is time to remove yourself from that grind.
Come from under the trappings.
And find yourself that peace that awaits!
Those trappings can not define,
The quality of life when one has peace of mind!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success For Jon london
Deep down below your conscious mind
another different world exists
Where it is possible to find
discarded dreams you left behind.
Because you chose to chase success.
You put your cherished dreams on hold,
your only thought to make progress
Towards your goal of more not less.
The happiness you hoped to find
In truth was just another dream
You fell for lies which were designed
to cloud your clarity of mind.
They succeeded obviously.
You were seduced by greed into
a frame of mind which enviously
Demanded that you try to be.
The only winner in the race.
The man inspiring jealousy,
the leading man who set the pace.
Your one desire to hold your place.
Until the day you realise
Riches can not buy happiness
A thought which takes you by surprise
There is no room for compromise.
Success cannot be measured by
how much you earn and what you own
Such trappings cannot satisfy
the early dreams you let slip by.
The dreams you might have made come true
Ambitions that you left behind
are waiting still to welcome you.
Success is finding peace of mind.
So you resign from the rat race
There is no reason to compete
You do not need to hold first place
A simpler way of life is sweet.
You can rescue discarded dreams
and try your best to make them true.
Those youthful madcap crazy schemes
that you dreamt up belong to you.
You’ve wasted years amassing wealth.
Which never brought you happiness
Paid scant regard to your own health
when nothing mattered but success.
Although success can be defined
In different ways by different men.
For me success is peace of mind
Which I was glad to find again.
1-Mar-09
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So Many Are Burdened
So many are burdened by demands,
Placed upon their shoulders by others.
It is encouraging to know...
Some people let them go.
Realizing this is not a task,
God has asked of them.
Nor do they 'sin'...
Or should feel a guilt within them,
If others should get upset...
When they are held accountable,
For their own sorrows.
Enduring someone else's pain,
Is honorable.
But not regarded as a wholesome process,
If one expects to maintain a consciousness...
Of peace,
One accepts that is reflected.
And 'pieces' of a peace of mind enjoyed,
Is not recommended.
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Degrees Don't Love You
Degrees don't love you so you never went to school!
But your mind writes like a Philosopher to teach many;
And the truth is, Degrees are obtained under a Faculty.
Degrees are obtained after the length of studies,
But without one's Philosophy there is no Faculty!
Because one has to create the ideas for others to follow;
And out of Philosophy came the branches of Faculties.
You don't need any Degree to identify yourself,
Because you have the ability of teaching others;
And Philosophy is always above Faculty! !
For, you are a Philosopher with the magic ink of your mind.
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When I First Saw You
When I first,
Saw you...
I thought my heart would stop,
Beating!
I felt my legs trimble,
As if they would drop...
From beneath me,
Easily.
When I first,
Saw you.
And when I first saw you...
My breath from me would seem to leave!
And I could not breathe,
So freely
When then at first,
I saw you.
Why in my mind...
Do I always find,
Seeing you is a need...
Fed by constant wishes,
Feeding with a crave...
To have you near me.
Amazed I feel just steps away.
Why in my mind...
Do I always find,
Seeing you is a need...
Fed by constant wishes,
Feeding with a crave...
To have you near me.
With a kiss left to reminisce,
In a hunger missed.
When I first,
Saw you...
I thought my heart would stop,
Beating!
I felt my legs trimble,
As if they would drop...
From beneath me,
Easily.
When I first,
Saw you.
And amazed I am,
To feel just steps away.
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How to measure?
Is weeping, a hobby that people like to do as a pastime?
No, it is a revelation of pressure and hurtful reminiscences,
That plowed their heart and mind to prepare the growing ground,
Those who succeed seldom shed tears, as they reaped,
The good bounty, out of the softened soil that produced,
Those who yet to succeed and have failed, always weep,
For the hurt is not only healed, but also become septic,
By constant poking that stops the wound from drying.
The success is cultural in nature and it is in our mind set,
Are all the people who have more than enough money successful?
Are those who have obtained the highest qualification, successful?
Are they, who have the power over people's life very successful?
Yes, they are really successful, if they have helped and are useful,
So, stop weeping. Think of those good actions that you have done,
Everyone of us is successful as long as we have touched another heart.
Success is not a yardstick to measure the happiness,
that is shared among various hearts that beat in synchronize.
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Professional Judgement
Hating an abhorrent man will judge him,
It is yesterday since the hats of scholars
Were donned, and worn by the scholars.
Followers of a teaching or doctrine find
A simple peace, full of joy and happiness.
They donned their caps for a final time
Since the time of celebration.
The hats of a profession were ornaments
And their professors acted wisely.
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Acquittal
Intentions done,
Can not be erased to undo.
And even in the presence of warnings given,
Nothing painted in the picture...
Delivers a hint or a clue,
To the one stubbornly committed...
To go through with a misdeed or two to do.
Believing immunity is a guarantee.
A consciousness arrives to us at different times.
And a ritual of using prayer to ask forgiveness,
As done by those awakening with guilt...
Does not mean an acquittal will be granted.
Or the one victimized by slander and lies...
Has stopped faithfully praying to ease a mind burdened,
With a wish to see justice inflicted as a gift one gets...
That rectifies with an applied and appropriate punishment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revelations...The Ultimate Sensation
What on Earth do they hope to accomplish...
With antiquated, outdated fear campaigns?
They have proven they can kill.
And introduce catastrophes...
Better than Mother Nature will!
But their minds are disturbed...
With barbaric refinements.
And I wish to uplift their consciousness,
To realms not twisted...
By the sickness they've inflicted!
Upgrading methods,
Of propelling sticks and stones.
It's enough I don't turn My back on them,
And leave those jackasses alone!
Progressive people?
Of 'super powers' and greatness?
Who began this contrived wickedness?
And 'who' are the members,
Of this clique of ego bitches?
'That's a good question,
Your Majesty.
Our 'observers' are also baffled,
By this lunacy! '
Here! ...
Induce them with My wishes quick!
This demented festival has to end,
With this fix.
Call it 'Revelations'...
The Ultimate Sensation.
And make sure all know,
This process now begins!
It is time to get there posthaste.
Before My beloved Earth...
Is turned into a dust ball,
Of smoldering heated waste!
'Should we avoid the 'm/f' word, Father?
For some reason...
The younger people are using that expression,
With a heightened degree of relish! '
WHATEVER!
There's no need to call them anything at all.
Just do what has to be done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Behind Podiums
Now that scholars have declared this crisis official,
They gather to discuss agendas to address it!
The same 'minds' who stood on the sidelines,
To watch the escalation with intellectual explanations!
Accustomed to debating from behind podiums...
They have long lost touch with the people on the streets.
And yet they feel they are qualified to find solutions!
They are the ones crazed...
Since the chaos uncontrolled,
Can not be discovered on studied pages
Of outdated books!
And degrees obtained alone,
Provide no respected conclusions!
Their speech is out of reach of those lost in translations!
It seems as though common sense...
Has been bartered for influence obtained,
But gains no respect from those neglected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success? ? ! !
Success for some people is the most important thing earned in ones life… But how will you measure success? ? ? Is it enough to say that “You obtained the highest position in a multinational company…”. “You graduated from a prestigeous schools” and earned the highest honor”… Yeah! ! ! it is certainly true that it brings so much joy, happiness and glory….But why there are some people who have evrything in life but seems still unhappy and uncontented? ? ? Maybe there is something missing in there life…But What is that missing thing? ? ? Having everthing on earth brings you the power…
Success comes within… This success gives you the real meaning of happiness and victory eternally…Success makes you humble, meek and simple… It helps you to bring out the best in you…The pure heart and kind deeds…Success comes from GOD… It is the innermost happiness that is really hard to find for those people whose hearts are after the abyss of wealth…
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When Fixed Mindsets Have Been Focused
Common sense is not obtained,
Through an academic process.
Not any that reflects wisdom respected,
By the many earning college degrees.
If experience could be taught,
And brought to a mind fixed on 'things'...
All of life and the quality of it,
Would have had witnessed the benefits of this.
But too busy are those in mental modes,
Driven to succeed and address their greed.
And when fixed mindsets have been focused,
On acquiring attention freed of comprehension...
There is no peace or rest to get if not earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking back, nostalgically
The dreaming spires of Oxford lie
beneath an ever changing sky
A place where students aspire to
the earning of a sporting blue.
Or concentrate their energy
towards a double first degree
Some will succeed and make their mark.
To others just a youthful lark
An honoured university
which has been here for centuries
The town and gown oft disagree
they co exist uneasily
The students come from far and wide
to study by this riverside.
They stay here temporarily.
Then they must move on hopefully.
They leave the dreaming spires behind
as they strike out and try to find.
Some way to make their dreams come true
Some will succeed the elite few
.
On leaving university
you have to face reality.
The dreaming spires reluctantly
must be consigned to memory.
There is so much they need to learn.
As everybody must in turn,
success does not come easily.
Degrees provide no guarantee.
Now is the time when you must show
How much or little that you know.
Demonstrate your ability
and your adaptability..
Convince employers that you can
Do just as well as any man.
Although you lack experience
you have expressed a preference
by choosing them to apply to.
You like the kind of work they do.
If you survive the interview
and they decide to employ you.
Your years at university
As you will very quickly see
have not prepared you to compete.
Your dancing to a different beat.
You have signed on to the Rat race.
The city is a different place
From Oxford and its dreaming spires
where scholars pursue their desires.
All that counts here is success
you have work hard to progress.
Life here is lived by different rules
the city has no time for fools.
You must produce results it seems
If you want to fulfil your dreams.
Although in truth you’d rather be
back at your university.
The dreaming spires of Oxford lie
beneath an ever changing sky.
They do not change, no reason to.
Unlike the students who must do.
16-Mar-09
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Through Boobytraps, Deceit and Slander
My mission is to fulfill my own happiness.
And to share that with my family.
Keeping my eyes opened wide,
And stepping aside...
Away from those burdened by trivial pursuits.
And commonplace backbiting issues...
Does nothing to enhance my peace of mind!
And 'that' is my only objective!
I am not seeking conflict,
Or anyone to help me define who I am.
I am extremely aware of that.
And proud to express it!
And can't 'nobody' offer me directions.
With an interpretation of the steps I have taken!
I have found my own way!
Through boobytraps, deceit and slander!
And I am not trying to find,
Another mind to comprehend it!
It is what it is...
And deserved!
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Love And Success
The holy man said, "If it is for love, then you will succeed,
But love knows no success
And success might forget love
Nevertheless, if it is for love you will succeed'.
Then love spoke to success, "You have many forms,
Some succeed when they climb the mountains
Some others when they surf the unknown tides,
For some it is winning over their thoughts
And for some others, it is winning over others'.
And success replied,
'It is in my indefiniteness, the mystery lies,
They define me and my course
Some are happy with me,
And few others are happy in their search'.
Love spoke again, "have you seen the face
Of the soul that chose to love,
For the success of the other
Happy as always
For they never lose their smile'.
Success replied, "I serve them,
And even happiness serves them
it is my pleasure to know you through them
and few know, I will do anything for you.
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Happy [ness]
Happiness is having your true desires,
becoming real, and having more conspire.
A dream is achieved, you think it's for real,
then you see it's not right, that's not how you feel.
I would be lying if I said I didnt like material things,
But that doesnt cause happiness, there are only yearnings.
Happiness is achieveing Love,
whether its in a another person, or the Man above.
Think about how life makes you feel.
is it empty, is that what it reveals?
You need love, let it in
you'll be happy, find it within.
H is hope
A is amused
P is purpose
P is progressive
I is intrigued
N is need
E is endless
S is satisfaction
S is simpliciy
Good luck achieving happiness,
I prmoise you there is a purpose.
poem by Laura Holcomb
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Old Thoughts
Am I too old?
Is it too late?
Have I waited too long,
To contemplate my fate?
Have I too many memories...
And not enough time?
Is there too much of 'me'
Behind the walls of limitation,
I find myself confined.
Is there too much I am trying to comprehend?
Instead of realizing,
I am doing just fine within!
And would do even better...
Discovering new adventures.
Who am I to censor,
The arrival of gloomy weather?
If I decided to leave old thoughts...
I choose to think,
Left behind!
And besides...
I do get a kick sometimes,
Unwinding myself
From the trappings I place,
Inside my own mind!
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God Is The Main One
I know I am on no one's 'Favorite Things to Do' list.
It has been a long time since I've been twenty one.
I don't have money in the bank.
No home I own,
Or car to drive.
I am among many...
Who do what they can to survive.
My hair is grey,
And will hopefully turn white.
I've been married before!
Even done that twice.
But I do feel blessed,
With health I maintain.
I'm grateful to say...
'Thank God I've remain sane! '
My social life is zero.
And I'm no hero to no one.
However...
You are in no position to assess my life.
I enjoy the peace of mind I have.
And the things I do...
I like!
I don't apologize for anything done that I did.
When I walk I do that proudly.
Caring less about those who can not forget or forgive.
Today very few have options.
They have lived for things,
Now to find them meaningless.
And I may have nothing to show you I possess.
Although you appear to have everything.
Except the presence of happiness.
And a life without happiness...
Can not fully be expressed!
You see the sky?
Without a cloud and exposing Sun?
That's the way I feel!
Dismissing anyone who believes,
I'm the one they can look down upon.
Like others receiving judgements,
By those doing that as a means to have fun!
And God is the Main One in my life,
That's got me like that!
And I'll leave 'that' with you!
You can look away if you wish.
Since you have nothing...
To keep me here,
I find benefits or attract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addictions Enslave
Rhythmic is the slowing down,
Of a once vibrant existence.
Limits placed upon an isolated consciousness...
Is set for all to witness a diminished outlook,
That comes.
This process has been progressing,
As a quality of life digresses...
In disrespecting acceptance.
They have been pimped.
Used as unchanged doormats.
Hoping if they kept lips tucked shut...
They would be bestowed and blessed,
With materialistic wishes for the rest of their lives.
They believed lies even delivered from their priests.
They had to keep and maintain a 'presence'.
Wishing never to ever see themselves as peasants.
And using every trick to pull to thrive on ignorance.
On bended knees they plead,
For a restoration of a gluttonous quality of life to return.
And finally they have received their wish!
An existence completed by greed that leaves them,
With backs burdened with stacked unhappiness.
Stunned by the stinging.
And pawns of a perfected deceit.
To get all of them to believe...
If they were in debt,
At least they would feel more patriotic.
Products of a medicated psychoticness.
And disposable with each available excuse made...
To have them disregard their investments,
Placed upon a valued sense of what and who they are.
Or were...
At this point!
And the vanishing need to keep feeding the marketing of fear.
A commodity used to fill the pockets of their abusers.
'Whew...
I'm glad you're done.
All you had to say was 'addictions enslave'.'
Yeah...
But 'where' is the flair in that?
There is no subjugation that devours its victims!
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