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Current Expectations

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused,
By the actions of some.

When those who are approached...
Have in the past given up their last.
Are today told and shown by the ones,
Seeking to be impressed when addressed...
That what someone has to give and offer them,
Does not meet with the needs of current expectations.

'I'm sorry.
What are your updated expectations? '

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us they give.~

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused by the actions of some,
Blinded by image and quick to refuse...
One's abilities and expertise.

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us that is freely given.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Would Never Be Anything In Life

'I would never be anything in life'
is a line I never stopped to listen to;
tell me I have a good heart good soul
or tell me I have an evil streak dark;
neither will I stop to listen to choices
my choices are mine responsibility too;
I accept all consequences of indelible actions
I change improve smile improve my options.

I am soul prepared to sow better possibilities
not for self but for struggle suffering others;
I give freely without false reward expectations
more sinned against than sinning my motto;
I am life embraced free will my will affirmed
in all things striving to bestow soul blessings.

I never listened to people who told dark lie
spin web 'You will never be anything in life';
because such wishes are seals of dark hearts
years will add take away in due measures;
experiences can be endured or lesson learned
attitudes are affirmation to achieve or fail;
refuse to be another person's pale expectations
unless their wishes are lights illuminations;

messages of hope revealing better paths
lies deceit have no power before over me;
I am my own choice destiny decisions
I refuse to be less than my own abilities;
potential purified in fire life trials tribulations
many times have I changed roads employment.

Dedicated in blessing to all who refuse to believe lies.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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What Is It That You Are Trying To Solicit?

If I had nothing else to believe,
When nourished as a child...
So happy am I,
I had not been encouraged to be deluded...
By a perception that my physicality...
Was the only reason I had been given the gift of life.
And my existence was to receive compliments.
With the expectations to thrive on them to survive.

So many live from day to day,
Concerned about their appearances.
With nothing else to offer or to give...
But a donating of a consistent ego.
To then seek confirmation,
From those who are equally obsessed...
With the addressing of their shallowness.
And offended by those who do not take notice.

'I don't understand it.
My weave flows.
My eyebrows are arched.
And my butt is tight and bubbled.
Why can I not attract attention? '

~How much more of it do you want?
What is it that you are trying to solicit?
A husband a pimp or a circus tent? ~

'Thank you for your encouragement.'

~No problem.
That's why I am here.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are Images Created For?

The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.

But what has been absent...
Is a quitting to dispense,
The distribution of pretentions...
Of those defining who is qualified,
With credentials certified...
That impresses with appearances,
Images relied upon...
That those knowledgeable oppose.
And refuse to masquerade to disguise.

The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But those who stare...
Seek something there that impresses.
And if it is not an image dressed,
To impress expectations...
The answers that are there,
Will continually to be ignored.

What are images created for?
If there are not there to enhance pretentions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resentment?

Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.

Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.

Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.

Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Would Not Exist!

Who put that there?

'They did.'

They 'who'?

'Them.'

Them 'Who'?

'Those who wanted it there.'

Then why are you complaining?

'I don't want it there.
It's in my way.'

Then why don't you get rid of it?

'It's none of my business.'

Then 'they' or 'them' aren't the only ones...
Seeking to have it stay the way it is!
If you did not welcome it,
It would not exist!

And that is the reason there are many conflicts.
People have grown tired of accepting 'that'...
Which for them they wish removed.
And 'them' and 'those' who put it there...
Are being shown their actions are not approved.

So you have had it your way.
By having nothing to do with it!
And you are not alone.
There are many who sit,
Complain and moan!

'And 'where' are you going? '

I am not agonizing my life!
I have chosen to live it.
And 'they' or 'them'...
Are not a part of my vision!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Could Have Been A Flourishing

There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
And an increase of understanding,
From everyone released.

There could have been growth,
With a beneficial purpose done.
But that road was blocked...
By the ones who joined that bandwagon,
With wishes to have these joint ventures stopped.

There could have been,
A respecting of differences from the beginning...
To everyone's benefit.
There could have been appreciation expressed,
For one person to the next.

There could have been ideals addressed,
With less dissecting as to whose suggestions...
Were better than the rest.
But minds seeking to impress...
Infected all with a lack of interest.

There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
But those mature enough to do this,
Could no longer endure those immature!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Do Without

What can you give me?
My grandparents?
I doubt it.
My parents?
I'm sure you can not.
My son?
Forget it.
My friends who were murdered?
I can't discuss it.
Can you give me back my two ex-wives?
Or that love from them I 'thought' I had?
They gave that back to me.
Or my youth?
I just through that in,
Because I know that's impossible.

You can not give to me your integrity.
You have already shown you don't have that!

What can you give me?
For what price would I have to pay?
And...
I am not for sell.
You've already attempted to play me cheap.

And what you have sold to others,
I don't want to be a part of.
That's for them to keep.
And discreetly if they wish.

That's why I couldn't accept from you anything!
You have already shown...
That which you have to offer...
I can do without.
I seek nothing that is worthless to me.
I have had my rewards and prizes in my life.
And those that still remain treasured...
I make sure to them I keep that known!

Even if you bragged you had an extra million dollars,
To throw away to impress.
I would tell you to do that.
Since from you...
What you and I have had,
Has already been addressed.
And I know...
You can't give to me anything.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Came To Deliver Your Dreams

I came to you.
Believing I was needed.
Believing I assisted,
With the sharing of your happiness.

I came to you.
But from your point of view,
I was in need of charity.
And you sacrificed your donations to please.

Either way,
We spent little time communicating our minds.
With more of it invested in foolish misunderstandings.
Without accepting the giving intended,
In the sharing of blessed gifts to offer.
And the basic caring to fulfill our needs.

Either way,
We allowed appearances to get in our way.
And on the day we met,
I was not thinking of being impressive.
I came to deliver your dreams.
With not a thought premeditated,
For profound commentary.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Continue to Want Credit

What you allow people you claim you love,
To tolerate from you...
Should find somewhere in your mind to disgust.
But like most things you do,
You believe whatever is done...
Has been pre-approved!

Unfortunately your consciousness,
Has been accepted to exist on delusion.
It has been too late to show you too...
This perception of yours is sick.
Since you are controlling.
And the captain of your sinking ship!

What you allow people you claim you love,
To tolerate from you.
Should find somewhere in your mind to disgust.
But like most things you do,
You believe whatever is done...
Has been pre-approved!

And you continue to want credit,
Without making deposits to cover your debits.
And you continue to seek protection,
As if your actions don't expose defects.
What's next?
Since you ignore all messages from God!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Could Only Mean One Thing

My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.

That one could addendum what has been done,
For some is a preference.
And is a preference someone else dictates,
Really a 'preference' one independently makes?
Or is it just easier to accept to later throw away?

My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.

And if it seems I intentionally attempt to attract attention...
Well...
I'll put it this way,
If one is doing what one wishes to do...
And if this should attract attention?
It could only mean one thing.
Some find it difficult to do what it is they choose,
Without getting approval or feeling accepted.

And...
Well,
A seeking of acceptance hasn't done a thing to improve...
The quality of life that has been devalued as 'approved'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We do thank our men and women in uniform. And I thank them. I thank this House today that approved a bill that will allow for a pay raise for our military. We are grateful for that and for the actions of this body.

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No Wish to Fill a Vacancy

How did I stop what?
Aging?
As Long as I live and breathe...
Doing 'that' by anyone today,
You can say is an impossibility.
However...
I have stopped seeking aggravation.
And sharing with others,
Headaches they could not wait
To dump updated complaints to relate.
I've stopped sitting to get return calls...
I placed to those,
Who had forgotten I had called at all.

I have made myself number one on my priority list.
And no longer dismiss my own happiness.
That is probably what you now see in me!
An attitude I don't hestitate to give and leave...
In a belief I should please others I care about,
Who have shown me they could care less...
If I am down and out.
Or mugged or mauled,
As I lay half dead on one knee as I crawled.

There is nothing like being shown,
Who has what or who on their minds and when!
That removes wrinkles and stops a frown,
From taking up residency on my face and skin!
And that is probably what you see.
An absence of that.
With no wish to fill a vacancy!

'I 'hope' God reminds me to just say 'hello'
The next time I bump into you.
Have a great day!
And 'who' should 'we' thank...
That you have no 'ego' in the way? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Is All That Matters

I don't have expectations to be loved.
I don't dwell on the reception of it!
I have have it.
I give it.
And it is there to share.

I don't have expectations to be loved.
I do expect to be respected.
I don't accept disrespect at all.
That is one thing,
I don't have.
To give.
And it is not here as a thought either.

I don't have expectations to be loved.
If it is returned as it is given...
That's it.
I have no other preferences,
With requirements.
Nor do I sit,
To question love one bit!

I know it!
And that is all that matters!
With or without,
Someone to share it with.
It will be there...
Inside and recognized!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Image

Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.

Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.

Give me image.

How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!

Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.

Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!

Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!

Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.

Give me image.

Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!

Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Less Sweat

Why is it,
That someone will waste their skills...
And talents,
With a wish to perform with the giving of their gifts...
On someone else's created stage,
To shower them with 'their' brilliance.

Why would someone abandoned their own abilities,
To create their own stage from those resources given...
With a highlighting of those,
Who will not be demeaned because it is known...
They have a need to fit into the wrong places.
With a giving away to others...
Who look to make claims of discoveries stolen,
To produce their own names to be seen in lights.

Leaving people with talents to fight,
To be seen...
Only to have what they bring,
Used.
To be 'thanked' but excused from the audition process.

I 'feel' for those who are told their presence is not needed.
But their unique talents exposed were certainly used,
To be re-labelled and approved for purposes to market.
And...
With less sweat that had been sacrificed.
At the expense of stealing from someone their scene.

'We're sorry.
However,
Thank you for sharing with us your unique abilities.
We'll keep your 'info' in our files.
Expect to hear from us...
One day.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Am I To Return a 'Tude

Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitiude!

I don't.
I did not major in psychology.
Or empathy overflow...
To have my emotions abused.

Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitude.

I have my own issues.
And a doing it alone to correct them.
Has helped me process my weaknesses.
And I don't accept anyone telling me...
'You are strong and more experienced.'

I may be both.
But...
I am not a collector of insecurities.
Nor am I one to understand,
A delivery of another's disrespect.
Shown to me or anyone else addressed.
A maturity I may express...
Was not to me hand delivered.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In It For the Sake of Image...And, Perhaps Contrast!

Free to be who I 'is' ain't cool.
For those who wish to depict me as a fool.
Or entertain their whims...
To fantasize my depressed beginnings.

I refuse to be ignorant.
I refuse to pretend,
My mind I don't use.
Or welcome an abused ending,
Of my life experience.
To be documented in an expedience.
With an erased historic contribution I make!

No time do I spend dreaming of wings in an afterlife...
With others in white robes!
As harps play.
While visions increase...
As I pray on my knees,
For a pair of golden slippers.

I have flipped that image!

I don't accept because I am black...
That I should expect to be kept held back.
Because I lack a qualified 'intelligence'.
Compared to those expressing none at all!
Except for those certified as approved robots!

I am not into kicking down doors for them to open.
Nor do I neglect with disrespect...
Those who elect to keep faith and hope.
Whatever their motivation...
I support.
But I do object to the use of symbolism.
It conflicts with the 'Everywhere And In All Things'
God Is!

Nor do I choose to hang out with those...
Who are taught to feel remorseful.
As they dope up,
To choke on 'good' weed...
With feelings to get 'high'
To increase a low self esteem.

That ain't me!

And I ain't seeking equality either.
Preached by leechers...
Who enjoy seeing me dance,
As I reach for 'their' expectations.
Prancing down the aisles of churches...
To release my last earned dollar.

However...
I do not object to those feeling charitable,
In my behave.
Donations I will accept...
Yes! Most definitely.

I am seeking to be me.
Without a rehabilitation stamp on my behind!
I said I accept 'charity'.
Nothing emblazed on my butt!
As anyone's piece of precious property.

And...
Without being branded a minority.
By those suppressing me with the falsity,
Of their superiority over me!

That's one lesson I never quite understood.
And failed.

I'm not living my life to claim limitation!
Or seek a Tarzan for rescue!
I was not raise to await those days to come.
Nor flee from obstacles!

That ain't me!
I have flipped that image!
And others...
Some my sit to equip themselves with!
In labor to discourage me.

And I have observed their numbers dwindling,
In frustration!

While they watch my every move...
The shirts on their backs are being sold,
To the highest bidder!

An updated version of slavery!
Marketed on Wall Street!

And my knowledge could have saved them,
From embarrassment.
But not once have I been asked,
How I manage to maneuver...
With their feet strapped to my back!

I think they had been doing that for the contrast!
Since they are just in it,
For the sake of image...
Sales.
And a bottom line,
That's borrowed!
To keep the gush of an ignorance,
That bleeds!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking For A Leader

Fear inflicts the acceptance of restrictions.
And those afraid to carve their own independent way,
Facing obstacles and doubts...
Discover for themselves what life for them is about.
But will always feel inadequate,
When attempting to expose their own identity.

And unfortunately many living lives fearing,
Seek to be led.
With a looking for a leader approved by those...
Who only know what it takes to follow.
Since those who do have abilities to lead,
Are often opposed by the ones subjected to insecurities.

And people with those insecurities,
Seek those who are best qualified...
To represent the denying of every one of them.
Because the ones who express honesty and truth,
Always seem to threaten...
Those who do not.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offered and Ignored

Selected to lead and not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.

People unaccustomed to getting things done,
Are currently upset...
By the actions of one considered young.
And they have become stubborn,
In their ways to obstruct.

But...
The one who has been elected,
Is not stuck in an awe that is struck.
He is there...
To lead!
And not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.

And his leadership has put frowns on their lips.
But he was the one seeking 'their' bipartisanship.
And he knew when elected,
He did not need it!
It was offered and ignored,
In a solicitation he now has dismissed.

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Down to Earth

Expectations,
As expectations go...
Seem only to achieve,
A certain level of acceptance.

And to appease those with ambitions...
To be down to Earth without attempts,
To pollinate wishes and dreams...
Often considered out of reach and unobtainable.
May those who are believed to be out of touch...
By a seeking to break down walls of limitations,
One day be welcomed from their flights of 'fancy'...
In the sharing with others,
That the world is, indeed, round.
And not flat!
With those living in other places,
Experiencing the many cultures and races...
With an acknowledgement of that fact!

'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.'

And unbelievable as it may seem to them,
There are others also 'down to Earth'.
And apparently living to explore it!

'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.
Believe it.
It's true.'

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