Close To Being Labelled Blasphemous
Do you remember those times,
When it was said...
Religion and politics were not quick to mix.
And it was best not to introduce either,
To pick to discuss as a subject or topic?
Or be criticized for making attempts to do it?
And today,
Who is not being affected by both?
As those who oppose to have neither in their lives,
To choose to do as they have decided and wish...
Are the first to be depicted as anti-social,
Unpatriotic and close to being labelled blasphemous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember the Ridiculous?
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
Remember the heights achieved by those self righteous?
The ones who quoted from scriptures and knew what sinning meant.
The ones who declared a separation of church and politics.
And spoke of family values and deplored decadence.
With hints they were chosen and others lived to be blasphemous!
Rewind these actions and tell me this...
Whose standards vowed are at a crisis now?
Who authorized the lives we live?
While standing by to watch...
Chaos rise to become prioritized as top notch!
With excuses to make and pointing fingers to give!
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
And those making the most noise today...
Protest loudly in disarray!
In groups to influence and convince in their dismay...
They represent the people who are of conservative ways.
Remember the ridiculous?
When terrorists were thought to ride camels...
And not be Ivy league graduates,
On shores who condoned and promoted this!
With only greed and the economy as the main interest.
Too bad the borders can not be secured,
By those who are staunch racists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of The Forest
I would say today...
These times we live,
Are getting extremely ridiculous.
'You must have just gotten out of 'rehab'.
Some kind of 'wholeness' program.
Where have you been?
When I began to see grown men,
Baring their behinds and women...
Wearing,
Or should I say 'not' wearing too much...
To leave to anyone's imagination,
It was 'then' mind disconnections started.'
Okay.
So...
What would 'you' call these times.
We are definitely living our last days on Earth.
'Oh...
Now 'that' to me is extreme.
If that was true...
My last last days would have been many years ago.
I remember my mother telling me that.
'Boy, if you don't get out of my face,
You will soon see your last days.'
Yeah,
I think we all got on somebody's nerves as children.
But nothing makes sense any more.
'I think it does.
At least the hypocrites are exposed for what they are.
And those who say religion and politics don't mix...
Either lie to themselves or are being deceived by reality.
I see religion and politics having everything to do,
With how these times are.'
You know you will be called blasphemous,
For saying that.
'Hey...
You wanted to know what I would call these days?
I would say...
They are religiously delusional.
And politics continue to play a major part of it.'
You express a lot of bitterness.
'Yep,
I knew it.
You are on some kind of medication.
I am out of the forest.
I've seen 'those' trees before!
And I am glad I am not so blinded by the leaves.
People today are self expressing their insanity.
That's it.
And accusing those who are 'sane',
As the reason and cause for their problems.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Means To Escape From Being Held Accountable
If the only thing you can produce,
Is an appearance at social functions.
And you find yourself there,
With others equally just as productive?
Know this...
Others you deem to be anti-social,
And not taking in these scenes...
Just 'may' be making attempts,
To use their minds...
Exploring other avenues.
And,
Making a better use of their time...
Trying to expand upon their consciousness.
With wishes not to always seek to be entertained.
Or search for a means,
To escape from being held accountable.
Allowing 'their' irresponsibilities...
To be place upon someone else's shoulders.
With complaints...
About what it is done they do!
And very few today,
Find the need to reflect upon those issues,
Respectfully.
Or...
To be important.
And in some circles,
They would call this behavior...
Immaturity!
And in others?
A need for people to have a good time.
But...
Everyday of every week?
And around a nonstopping clock?
To party until they drop?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rebellista
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are criticized.
My eyes are too widely opened.
My empathy connects to humanity.
I witness injustices and quick to speak
I am affected emotionally,
With the grief I see on urban streets.
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are critized.
I am not considered a terrorist.
Or thought of to threaten as a spy.
I am just ignored and ostracized!
With a noneffective influence.
A leper considered to be one distanced.
'If you don't like it here...
Go back to from where you came.'
Says the minister on the streets...
During the performance of his outreach.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Get Close
Somebody give me some light
And I punch it into the heart
Somebody show me the end
And I try to push to start
Not trying to figure out
A better way, a better answer
But I keep finding all the problems
I've been looking after
You can't wander through the world
With nothing but a smile
I'll take your tongue for words
And use it to instill denial
Don't get close!
You don't know me and you'll never know
Chivalry!
Will get you somewhere
Rivalry!
Will take you there
Don't get close!
You don't know me and you'll never know
Chivalry!
Will get you somewhere
Rivalry!
Will take you there
Maybe I should look away
Before I ruin this
Maybe I should pick the time
Before I pick the place
Love into war the things that emulate then penalize
But I don't want to go until you want to finalize
Don't get close!
You don't know me and you'll never know!
Chivalry!
Will get you somewhere
Rivalry!
Will take you there
Don't get close!
You don't know me and you'll never know
Chivalry!
Will get you somewhere
Rivalry!
You abstained the part
My vision's all but shot
I have the best confession
Always go for all the lessons
Equations anti-news
Stay out and be a deuce
I didn't want to be
The undeniable so loose so free
Don't get close!
Don't get close!
Don't get close!
Don't get close!
Don't get close! [Better stay away!]
Don't get close! [Better stay away!]
Don't get close! [Better stay away!]
Don't get close! [Better stay away!]
I see what's in all the conflicts
Constrict just to fit in, squeeze in,
I can insist, closed fist
Remember?!
Remember?!
You take the breath of life
It never made much sense
I have the worst possession
What I won't put soul in session
Old man and be abused
Because this is so confused
I only want to be
Left alone and rot away
Don't get close!
Don't get close!
Don't get close!
Don't get close!
Don't get close! [Better stay away!]
Don't get close! [Better stay away!]
Don't get close! [Better stay away!]
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End Of A Season
Here we are at the end of a season,
and as we depart today,
we take away all the memories
we have gathered during our stay.
We reflect on friendships we have made,
the ones we have lost and the ones we have.
Our leaving today is mixed with happiness,
sadness, and even a little regret
for the things we should have done
and did not get around to doing yet.
The happiness is all the laughter
we had while we were here,
the sadness if for the departed friends
whom we will never see again.
Though we will never see them,
their memories linger on.
They will still be with us,
even though they maybe gone.
As we leave today we must remember
the friends we have still,
and the new ones we have made.
As friends are so important within our daily lives.
They share our happiness
when our hearts are filled with joy.
Their comforting arms are around us
when times of sadness appear.
We must always remember
that we can never choose our family
only our friends, so our friends we must always
hold close to our heart.
19 October 2008
Author’s Note.
I gave this as my sermon on the last day of our season at the Western Town. As read, it to my congregation I felt as if I was reading a poem. Therefore, I have changed it to look like one. I never write conventional sermons, but ones that will appeal to any religion without offending anyone’s beliefs.
David Harris
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Hot Topic
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
Coming fast to arrest upon its visit?
Thoughts are sinking deeper!
That's why there is no quick lip dance.
Your words encourage minds to be enhanced.
And unexpected as that seems...
This hot topic has a meaningful theme!
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Something profound has landed and grounded,
That's why we sit dumbfounded by it!
It is not about sex or those that are whores.
It's not about conflicts or those existing wars.
It's not about the gossip whispered all over town!
This is about humanity,
And that's why this silence has been found!
We seem to always criticize,
How someone wears their shoes.
How someone does what is done...
And whose blues they choose to further abuse..
We want to hold others accountable,
For what we elect to encounter!
Disliking everything they do that is right...
That keeps us up turning and tossing all night!
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
And answers aren't there...
At least none on tip of tongues to share.
Why does success of others' happiness,
Leaves so many to despise in despair?
This hot topic has a meaningful theme!
Why can't we support,
Instead of abort others' dreams?
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
Coming fast to arrest upon its visit?
We must become aware...
The challenges we face,
And who has placed them there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Preference For Distance
It is not that I am controlling.
I am self assured.
It is not that I 'think' I know everything.
I've been made aware of watching my own back.
And being accountable for my own actions.
I was extremely young,
When I was introduced to independence.
Even younger than that...
When I discovered I was emotionally alone.
You see...
I was raised not to be babied.
I don't recall being hugged or cuddled.
And the young women that I married...
Were younger still in their minds.
I guess during those days,
We all were trying hard to find roles to play.
Somewhere to feel comfortable enough to stay.
It is not that I am controlling.
I am self assured.
It is not that I 'think' I know everything.
I've been made aware of watching my own back.
And being accountable for my own actions.
My tolerance level sometimes is nonexistent.
And most times I realize I have a preference for distance.
I was not always this way.
It developed with a consciousness,
That became increasingly disgusted...
With the acceptance of deception.
Some may call this 'standoffish' behavior anti-social.
I call it surviving a dysfunctional past I care not to revisit.
And today...
That's all people want to do.
Discuss a past as if those times were the best times lived.
And I already know those are lies!
Why should I live to outdo those who choose to lie?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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IF You Sincerely Choose to Excel
The only thing,
You may be able to prove...
Is your right to live your own life.
However,
In doing so...
You have no right to believe,
Your success or lack of it...
Depends on someone else,
Being depicted as less deserving.
Because that is what you wish.
And you make attempts,
For others to acknowledge this.
Be not that big of a fool.
IF you sincerely choose,
To excel.
Fools are a dime a dozen.
And today...
Anyone just may get two dozen,
For less than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Politics And Religion
My friend politics and religion, are two topics that cause division,
The two can create in our life, many arguments and much strife.
Dear friend everybody is political, affected by the governing will,
And friend religion plays a part, in each and every human heart.
The two create much consternation, in the peoples of the nation,
With fear of what life could be, affecting the lives of you and me.
They polarize the heart of men, in ways we cannot comprehend,
Creating many political forces, some of which, religion endorses,
These issues we’re told to avoid, by men who become annoyed,
But my friend, it can’t be denied, these issues fester deep inside.
To avoid them is perpetrated by, that old Devil, the Father of lies,
Satan wants you to be deceived, so in the end, He’ll be believed.
For in the end, it shall be politics, this is the one that Satan picks,
Supported by the man’s religion, causing the world much derision.
The beast and false prophet friend, will merge together in the end,
Creating a political religious order, that moves across every border.
In the end politics won’t be denied, with no place for hearts to hide,
The politics men avoided my friend, shall religiously bring their end.
As men will believe Satan’s lie, the False Prophet they won’t deny,
But they’ll deny Jesus Christ, receiving eternal death instead of life.
(Copyright ©06/2006)
Like religion, politics, and family planning, cereal is not a topic to be brought up in public. It's too controversial.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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It Is Time That Will Be Judge
theme unpatriotic
seems over used
in some countries
in free New Zealand
people still demand
freedom of speech
though not in pubs
where alcohol tempers
can swiftly end such
debates religion politics
get in trouble hot heads
it is time that will be judge
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What the nation's built on is discussion, contradiction and growth, and at the moment you can't discuss anything. If you do start to discuss it, you get criticized. If people hate us, you have to find out why and try to solve that problem.
quote by Donald Sutherland
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Why Have You Not Written Anything About the Jews?
Why have you not written anything about the Jews?
'Nothing about them motivates me to do so.'
They may regard that as anti-semitic.
'Have I expressed any hostilities? '
No!
'Any sense of discrimination? '
No!
'Have I expressed anything against them...
As a religious, ethnic or racial group? '
No!
Not at all.
Well...
They may regard that as anti-semitic.
Your nonchalance about their existence.
'Oh, please!
As a black man,
There is enough in my history for me to cry 'wolf'.
And use that as a means to scream 'discrimination'.
And they are good depicting themselves as victims,
Without the assistance of my input!
With the use of the media,
They have marketed their sufferings very well.
And everyone knows the black 'man' is the most hated,
On this planet.
And you don't think those comments,
Would be regarded as anti-semitic?
'I 'think' you are insisting an anti-semiticness.
For reasons to satisfy a campaign you'd like to address.
When everywhere there is a genocide affecting the lives,
Of black folks who have been denied their rights.
Those who have chosen to keep their eyes open,
Can see that.
With resources stolen from their lands...
To benefit the lives of those who choose
To call themselves white.
Or those who choose to comfortably pass.
So,
I am in no mood to be anti-semitic.
Nor to be baited to debate in ignorance with you.'
Humanity is being destroyed by those insecure.
And you have no comments about that?
'Is this how you go about initiating conflict? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expected As A Practiced Custom
When people accept and believe,
It is okay for them to lie...
They will approve of all,
And everything else they do...
Without showing any remorse.
And of course today why should they?
Especially when what has been done,
Is expected as a practiced custom...
That reflects a learned and social tradition,
No matter whose lives are affected by disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experiencing The Meaning Of Freedom
To be scrutinized over periods of time,
Eventually brings to one a liberty...
To choose to do what they please.
Knowing in the doing of it...
Someone's going to mention,
What is being done!
The how. The when. The where. And the 'who'.
Questioning the 'why' to create their own answers.
To make anyone listening come to wonder,
What their own lives would be like...
Experiencing the meaning of freedom?
And what gives others the right to waste their time,
Making attempts...
To evaluate those minding their own business.
Something many living today find most difficult to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All along we find that social life - religion, politics, art - reflects the stages reached in the development of the knowledge of self; it shows the social uses made of this knowledge.
quote by James M. Baldwin
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You Are Unforgettable
You remember the wedding?
And I was quick to say I do?
You remember the divorce?
And you were quick to say,
We were through.
I remember the heartbreak.
And you with someone new!
Now that you have been dumped...
You think of me as a garbage man too?
I have been a fool too many times!
Half of those times for you!
I suggest you forget about me.
But believe this...
You are unforgettable!
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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