Comprehending Conversations
Distressing is the truth as it is addressed.
So much of it is exposed.
It no longer has to be debated.
Or baited for confessions to be professed.
It is being naturally expressed.
As if it now sits within everyone's consciousness.
Wielding a saber.
And slashing down to size...
Those with over bloated and boasting mindsets.
And there is no reason to put those in denial on trial.
Comprehending conversations with less pretense,
Will be in the atmosphere for quite awhile.
They are in debt,
Yes.
We are in debt,
Yes.
Everyone shares an indebted togetherness.
In a depthness obvious and clear it is regretted.
And...
Instead of the separate checks requested?
May we have that 'gluttony' on one check, please?
And...
Is it possible we can be forgiven if we don't leave a gratuity?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Blood
Now confessions have been professed.
After heartbreaks have occurred,
And many needless deaths...
Have been left to upset!
Now...
Confessions have been professed,
But why not before?
Before a book has been written?
And before the media is contacted?
To get one publicity and press...
Before a book release,
With a promise of lucrative sells to impress.
Fresh blood is on the table!
Fresh blood is there!
But not to clear a consciousness.
Of 'that' you can bet.
One of morals and consciousness,
Had never expressed that at all,
To be intially something they had...
To have others believe and made aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Losing Patience
If one is the owner,
Of another's debt.
And that other one's life,
Has been enhanced by loans and credit,
Kept.
Who is more indebted?
The one who's lifestyle has been fed,
On the achievement of good credit ratings?
Or the one quietly...
Losing patience instead?
If one is the owner of another's debt.
And one of the two brags about a greatness kept.
While the other has sat patiently...
Listening to the boasting,
Of one exposing a pumped up chest!
Which one do you think eventually...
Will extend an upper hand?
And which one will admittedly,
Will express regret and on nothing to stand.
On which can be declared is theirs to own?
Not if one is accustomed to living indebted,
On borrowed finances another loans.
Which one do you 'think' will be left to moan?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing For More Of It To Define As It Sits
My point of view,
And how that is expressed.
Does not take nerve,
But a consciousness I posses.
I never thought my 'visions' would upset.
Since this Earth we all inhabit,
Is not my idea...
Created from a private concept.
Are eyes that shut closed?
And ears blocked from hearing?
What I see as concrete evidence...
Should not be debated if what is seen is near.
And today few things seem obvious,
Or as clear as it appears.
Yet so many people live their lives in fear.
And wishing for more of it to define as it sits...
Encouraged to stay in a prolonged visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Debt and Effect
Do you like to do what you like,
Have dream to live luxurious life,
Buy a car, house or household,
Have planning to tour the world
Or want to own valuables, then flaunt,
Taking mate shopping or restaurant,
Short of money? Loan makes it easy.
Credit card can make you more crazy.
Though this truth is well accepted
Most of rich men are highly indebted.
But when you will realise its effect
Immediately say good bye to debt.
Pay heavy interest on the principals,
Receive agent’s debt collection calls.
In debt your mental peace is lost,
Miss planning and opportunity cost.
Your mind always loaded with tension
How to clear loan? Asking the question
Go for another loan or curtails expense
How fast repay and get out of the mess
Major earning is lost in paying interest
I feel, remaining debt free is the best.
(c) S.D.Tiwari
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Over Now
Good night...
Yeah, its over now, but I can breathe somehow
When its all worn out, Id rather go without
You know its been on my mind
Could you stand right there
Look me straight in the eye and say
That its over now
We pay our debt sometime
Well its over now, yet I can see somehow
When its all gone wrong, its hard to be so strong
You know its been on my mind
Could you stand right there
Look me straight in the eye and say
That its over now
We pay our debt sometime
Yeah, we pay our debt sometime
We pay our debt sometime
Yeah, we pay our debt sometime
Guess its over now, I seem alive somehow
When its out of sight, just wait and do your time
You know its been on my mind
Could I stand right here
Look myself in the eye and say
That its over now
We pay our debt sometime
Yeah, we pay our debt sometime
We pay our debt sometime
Yeah, we pay our debt sometime
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Remembering Grandpa
grandpa was strict
i remember
for a Red Cross Donation
that i asked from him
and which he considers
as my debt
he did not forget
to remind me and
thus collect
i was then 12 and he
was 60
i was disappointed but
he did not mind
a debt is a debt and must
be paid
the years may have buried
him for good
but the memory of a debt
paid still lingers
the numbers are clear
as always
some words may have faded
but the feeling
sticks like a scar
in my face....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is Quite Clear Who Represents With Or Without Intent
No one suffers from standards met.
A regret comes from a lack of implementation,
Beset by those who have chosen,
Certain people be watched and kept...
Under surveillance!
As laws are changed,
To keep their own derangements...
Maintained.
For purposes that exposes an insanity.
A march is sustained to uphold their degradations.
And even this can not escape those observing...
Who wonder what excuses now can be used,
To hide this massive mental illness...
Infusing the last of limitating consciousness.
And it is obvious from where this deficiency,
Has its most defective efficiency!
Without any implications needed to be addressed.
It is quite clear who represents with or without intent...
The origin of this mess spreading to gain approval.
Leaving those of integrity with an honesty professed,
Feeling absolutely blessed and grateful,
To have obtained insight!
And a removal from a debated confusion that soothes.
There is no need to provide a devoted loyality,
To those who can not see...
Greed has driven them completely 'nuts'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking Class Not Pizzazz
The only thing people can declare
Rightfully theirs
Without a doubt
Is their debt
And nothing else they possess
Can be claimed to have achieved
Such greatness as they have been taught
To perceive
Such endeavors as these
Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...
Of...
Of...
'Longevity? '
No!
'Self centered idealism? '
No!
Although I 'feel' your sentiments!
But no!
'Gluttony, Greed, deceit, dishonesty? '
No.
That has already been determinded,
By those staring at the mummified remains
Of Egyptians during the last museum tours.
'I think I've got it!
Listen to this...
'Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...'
A lack of lust for life! '
I can see why you are not a writer.
That sits no where near being profound!
Oh,
Here we go...
'Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...
Sadness! '
'Of what?
SADNESS?
That has no pizzazz! '
I'm seeking class not pizzazz.
And there 'is' a difference!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This debt crisis coming to our country. The wall and tidal wave of debt that is befalling our nation. Medicare and Social Security go bankrupt within ten years, we have a debt that is looming so high that in the last year of President Obama's budget just the interest payments on our debt is $916 billion dollars.
Deludify
'She was apparently healthy.
But how did she die? '
As those question themselves...
While viewing the body of a woman,
Who had been mummified and die...
Over three thousand years ago.
And it would seem to me,
That this woman had died from the death.
Perhaps she was healthy when she lived...
But those questions to me seem so inept.
Like the adsurdities expressed,
By those wishing to leave realities unaddressed.
Even though they are obvious to see...
People wish to heighten their fantasies.
And 'deludify' them,
With pretense and sweetened ignorance.
Note: Deludify? One who deludes an obvious truth,
as it is accepted by conformed 'normality'.
Normality? That which one had before truth deludified it
by the use of deceit! Deceit? Lies told to persuade one's belief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What Woke Me Up
In disbelief?
I was too,
Before I accepted.
There was a time,
I placed truth on trial.
Everything vivid,
Became for me a denial.
My thoughts and observations,
Were clearer than my own footsteps.
But when I began to follow my mind,
To leave doubt and fear behind...
I knew I was fine!
Not that I declared anything wrong.
I was not right with it.
And that took a long time to see.
I didn't understand that immediately.
Until I saw 'me'.
And the pieces on the outside,
Completed a total fit.
I began to see things as they were.
And not what I thought they should be.
I had been against the naturalness of it.
With interpretations I 'heard' should be mine.
I saw that to be imperfect.
And I became disturbed by it.
And doing my best to sit and fix the imperfect in me.
And God does not make mistakes on purpose.
To fake them as something done unconscious.
People do!
To unloosen but not tighten screws.
And that's what 'woke' me up!
I began to tighten up my activities quick,
To overdose on reality.
Now I've got my dosages under control.
In disbelief?
I was too,
Before I accepted.
There was a time,
I placed truth on trial.
Everything vivid,
Became for me a denial.
Until I saw 'me'.
And the pieces on the outside,
Completed a total fit.
I began to see things as they were.
And not what I thought they should be.
Because they could never be how I saw them.
I saw them to be imperfect.
Not comprehending a thing as I followed.
To become involved in an assortment of heartbreaks.
And God does not make mistakes,
To fake them as something done unconscious.
People do!
And I no longer follow those who have eyes,
They allow to remain clouded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Right now, a majority of the debt is owed to foreign interests, Japan being the largest purchaser of government debt today, soon to be surpassed by China as the number one purchaser of our debt in this Nation.
Taking Backward Moves To Make Excuses
There is no hidden desire I have,
To know what it is you think.
Or had thought!
Or the process used by you,
To generate comprehension.
I am not in doubt nor do I have questions.
However,
I will mention this for updating purposes...
Your beliefs,
Are clearly observed.
With your thoughts about yourself,
And environment not kept secret.
They surround you exposed like a bad habit.
And I know the difficulty of confronting issues,
After years of dealing with denial and addictions.
And being baited to debate the obvious,
With you or anyone else...
Would not do justice,
To a consciousness I've earned while yearning.
I've already learned the expense of my own ignorance.
Why should I reminisce in a wallowing away in visit with you?
To who's benefit would that foolishness prove?
And...
That is not a request for a response from you.
I think you perceive me as vulnerable!
I have chosen to move forward.
Taking backward moves to make excuses,
Are not, is not and will not be...
On my agenda!
To prove I can make mistakes...?
I've done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cloud and atmosphere
Clouds appear
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere remained
Uncontaminated by clouds
Clouds is not always present
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere exists
Even when there is no clouds.
There is no clouds
There is atmosphere
There is no atmosphere
There is no clouds
Clouds is atmosphere
Atmosphere is not clouds.
Atmosphere exists in its own beings
Clouds has no separate existence
You are my atmosphere
I'm your cloud
Pray
Make me always clear
And in good use.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Branded
Tragic is the self misplaced.
Tragic is a lost identity...
And no familiarity on anyone's face.
Tragic in denial
Sits the misfits feeling on trial
For lives lived reeking and stinking of bile.
Tragic for them,
Love is not recognized at all...
Nor suitable to start,
From a place within them that begins.
And this becomes tragic for those
Unlike them but comprehending,
These tragedies
May not always be self inflicted...
As they are branded!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Participation Requires
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
Each Sunrise and Sunset,
Comes created...
To be the best as it gets.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
But nothing experienced,
Here on Earth...
Is created to deliver to anyone regret.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
With wishes to replace the unknown yet to face.
Choosing to separate from nature,
And isolate an agenda to initiate one's fate.
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
And participation requires,
An observance to digest this...
As we live and obey without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envious
Those who are envious,
Do not only hold that inside...
It is expressed openly,
In the environment in which they live.
This enviousness,
Often oppresses...
Those who are afflicted with this sickness.
And it is handed down through generations,
As if the display of it is a gift!
It should be quarantined,
The moment it is witnessed.
Addressed for what it is and dealt with!
Or it will decay any relationship,
That becomes exposed and associated to it!
Look around.
I am sure it's not difficult to see,
The evidence of it wherever it sits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scavenger Hunt
It is important to them.
Why aren't you participating?
'It's been important for the past 50 years.
And what is clear to them now,
Has faded from my top ten long ago.
Oil and water just does not mix.
Even when vinegar has been applied to it.
No matter how 'sweet' those rancid apples use to appear.
Now that those who have grown older,
Find deceit and their dishonesty losing appeal.
They want to quote scriptures.
With an undying love to uplift their fellowmen.
As if the bitterness they've consciously inflicted,
Is going to vaporize and disappear.
I prefer not to be exposed to that much magic.
Pretense is important to them.
They wouldn't recognize truth or reality,
If lit with neon lights in a clear night sky!
Everything about them has been fantasized.
They are mutants of affectations.
And fearing anything that remotely exposes truth.
That's why I am not participating,
To uncover the 'known' in such a 'scavenger hunt'.
I've forgiven.
But not yet stupid enough to forget.'
It's just a reunion!
'Of what? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Accepting the Obvious
Denial has the capability,
To drag pity around...
In various unique places.
And with a standard of performance set,
Prepared to stir the heart.
Denial has the capability,
To remove truth from memory.
Excuse an alcoholic,
And supply any drug one wishes.
Denail has the capability,
To deceive oneself to hide the truth...
And live a life of lies.
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
'Thank you for your beautiful performance.
Yes...
Her death was premature and done by natural causes..
She was loved by millions.'
~Loving to hear her voice.
But...
How can anyone be blind to the fact,
She was killing it intentionally.~
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
But enjoys every detail of pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Write Off The Debt
WRITE OFF THE DEBT (Chorus)
ME SAY WRITE OFF THE DEBT
ME SAY WRITE OFF THE DEBT
AND STOP THE THIRD WORLD A FRET
I SAY THE IMF PUT ON TOO MUCH INTEREST
CERTAIN MAN PON THE STREETS CAN'T EVEN BUY A LITTLE VEST
I SAID THE EAST AND THE WEST THEM JUST A BUILD UP DEM CHEST
CERTAIN MAN IN THE THIRD WORLD CAN'T EVEN DIGEST
song performed by by UB40 from Cover Up
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