Cute and Generational
With a strategic shallowness uncontested,
It is not easy to mistake what is obvious.
But it is...
Quite mistaken.
An apparent surface fix needed.
To awaken those bred and fed their visions.
There is no depthness that connects...
Witless and made quick,
Those with judgemental observations.
Leaders have hired analysts,
To help them figure out what it is.
Within the hundreds of churches...
They have prayed to God,
To release upon them understanding.
But no one comprehends,
The magnitude of the ignorance...
That has descended upon them.
They think it's cute and generational!
Something like a family heirloom,
To be awarded as a treasure!
Sinking as a sunkened find...
And 'might' be given attention,
Once this shipwreck becomes an interest of discovery!
If not totally ignored forever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Less Obvious Has Got to Be the Cause
People are awarded funding and grants,
For the most ridiculous incentives.
$600,000.00 for an internet newspaper,
In a place where most folks are illiterate.
And those who aren't,
Download porn!
Blatantly this is done in the libraries.
Comeon,
Let's be real about this.
Many hold tainted cash in their fists!
It has become too easy to openly steal it!
A half a millions dollars awarded,
To a theatrical entity to study the prospects of 'space'.
You know...
SPACE.-->('nothing here') -->('nor here')
But $500,000.00 is needed when and 'if' it appears.
And the feasibility of the future use of it,
Has from us to be made clear.
And legislated to get more.
In a state declaring itself the richest.
Wicked is not the word for this self centered,
Self righteousness professed to be a thoughtfulness.
But those in the urban centers...
Live lives taken away from them.
And live that suppressed oppression,
Sore and poor!
Knowing bread crumbs are thrown to them,
From cracked doors.
And sheltered as to not come into contact,
With any sign of intelligence.
For them those areas are off limits.
And nothing stimulates like a ski slope needing snow.
As an economic start up package...
This has more of an urgency,
Than those having no where to go.
And if they do not ski,
Why hold a job at a lodge where only the 'selected' show.
Needing hundreds of thousands of dollars,
To 'seed' their treatment to allow their 'healthy' glow!
These thieves do not know they are also sleazy.
Crazed is not a word for this insanity!
Not if you are mindless...
Like many of our incompetent 'leaders' prove to be!
Or crooks with lowlife mentalities.
There 'has' to be an explanation for this irresponsibility,
Besides ignorance and stupidity.
Something less obvious has got to be the cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Easy Dollar Nepotism Has Produced and Made
In the beginning,
Like all games played...
The motive is to undermine,
By an objective no one suspects.
The motive may be publicly announced,
To gain interest, funding and attention.
The objective is to discreetly deceive.
And if this is done with a few collectively...
An intention has succeeded and gains respect.
One can call an organization anything they wish.
With fanfare, music and drumming to assist.
Call it a collection of artists.
Since no one is left to become suspicious of this.
But an over-rated social agency...
To take advantage of one's ignorance,
Seems to have been for 'them'...
An easy dollar nepotism has produced and made.
'Those people know nothing about assembling talent.'
~That has never been their motive or objective.
They needed to find an easy way to feed themselves.
And declaring themselves knowledgeable of an industry,
Was all the proof they needed to bamboozle.
What have they done in the past fourty years?
Besides remodel kitchens and buy new cars.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Connects
I think your visons are very clear
And panoramic...
In delivery!
I could never tell a visual artist how to hold a brush.
Or a pen
To bring this depthness to surface.
Not like you've done!
In the way you did it to overcome me
With amazement!
I can only enjoy the finished product!
That's the only position I want to take...
And enjoy
What I 'see' and can perceive,
And escape within
This creation that's read,
And felt without touching!
'Yet touching!
I'm 'touched'...
On several levels accessible.'
When I've been 'awed' by a master!
And 'You' are that 'master'...
That captures everything within me.
Something clicks
And I am snapped back
Into a side of me inside
I hadn't seen in so long!
And 'that' is what you do too!
Being able to do that...
Provides such masterful views!
Shared and understanding!
'To do it and suspend me,
In imaginations!
Can not be done...
By just anyone! '
How you do it?
The way you get it done to do...
Lifts my mind to remind me,
The Almighty has created a wonderful family...
To interpret His 'conceptions' of evolving possibilities!
What it IS that you do...
Comes from your heart,
And it connects!
Dedicated to:
Ms Ernestine Northover.
'Ernestine, your creativity is magnificently 'placed'!
It shows that you are clearly not in rehearsals!
You are a student of 'something' DIVINE that has found you
To find a way that you have discovered to help and aid
In our 'awakening' process. you're terrific! '
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only One Mother
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
But only one mother to dry your eyes,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
But only one mother to have forever
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
But only one mother to help you try
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
But only one mother to treat us like treasure
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
But only one mother to help us move on
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
But only one mother the world wide over
Hundreds of people to tell apart
But only one mother to give us her heart
poem by Kaitlin Skelding
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No One Comprehends
To say with hollow meaning,
Something thought to be believed...
Leaves many bewildered,
By the degree of shallowness
Only one dares to wear upon one's chest.
As profound sentiments,
Spoken.
But no one comprehends,
On the surface.
Or gives time to 'get'
Even if depth is suspected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Premeditated Wish To Be Evil
Malice with intention,
Is not forgivable.
Even after the attempt is made,
To slide these deeds,
Over to the mistake side of life.
With a simplified 'I'm sorry' said.
Anyone can identify a mistake made.
There is something about it that is obvious.
But someone who is set to release malice...
Has a premeditated wish to be evil.
Believing that revenge tasted for them,
Will then be sweet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Help Them See It
Help them identify the source of their ignorance,
Dear Father.
Help them see it...
And not become overwhelmed by its magnitude.
Help them remove the disguises that hide their fears.
They have been duped big time.
And so fraudulent are their beliefs.
What was once an ideal...
Has been infested by the illness of greed manifested!
And this,
They can not see...
Has deluded them from any contact with reality!
Help them identify the source of their ignorance,
Dear Father.
Help them see it...
And not become overwhelmed by its magnitude.
Help them see it...
Before all of their visions cease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Themes of Self Patheticness
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Looked down upon their neighbors.
And desrespected their children...
By offering them a life deplete of discipline.
Today these same people,
Share grief and sorrow!
All claiming to have faith.
These same people pray in their temples...
To come out of them,
With nothing positive to say.
And yet...
With their 'down-to-Earth' outlooks,
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Believing such ignorance,
Would produce floral bouquets from garbage they discard.
And remaining hopeful success would come to be bestowed.
'What about us?
No one seems to care! '
And themes of self patheticness...
Are replayed in a rhetoric that is absent of consciousness!
Or one that connects and comprehends the affects,
Of an ignorance celebrated and devoid of all expectation!
Accepting only that...
Which has been applied and nurtured,
As part of one's culture and understanding kept defended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Had I Known
Had I known then what I know today
Would that have changed anything?
Back then I'd not been ready for it,
Not ready to accept life's sting.
I needed to come upon it slowly
And feel it in my breath.
That which I needed the most
Was the understanding of death.
When you are in the thinking stage
You begin to wonder and seek
Why life turns out to simply be
Just a glimpse or a peek
Into the mysteries that surface
and are hard to figure out.
They can be called the unknown,
Things we don't know about.
But isn't that why we've come to earth?
to try our best to learn?
And had I known then what I know today
I'd have wanted a quick return
To where it was I ventured from.
And then I would never know
the answers to any of these mysteries
that slowly helped me to learn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Generational And Unending
Many are finding their battle against ignorance,
To be generational and unending.
And the biggest enemy humanity has.
A defense to keep ignorance alive and kicking,
Has its evidence in the empty minds,
Threatened by the slightest signs of intelligence.
And anyone suspected of having intelligence,
Is immediately questioned...
As to where they contacted this disease.
With a seeking of a cure,
To end its effectiveness.
In the hopes of keeping ignorance forever accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ugh!
ugh is not an ugly word,
say it, and
then move on
with your life and the
forget
ugh!
ouch!
get easy now
it is just a state of the mind
a mirage in the desert
as i told you
nothing is important
nothing is necessary
nothing is needed
less is beautiful
the mistake is mistaken.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Worthless
They think of themselves as worthless.
And they are.
With no value that has been identified.
Or a self evaluation taken.
It is pointless to disagree with them.
Many have come and gone,
Making attempts to prove them wrong.
To change their visions.
Since their 'visions' given to them,
Had been intended to inflict...
An ignorance that is worshipped.
And those believing themselves worthless,
Will not listen because this offends.
And the ones who wish to open their minds,
Have left alone to condone their mental sickness.
With a saving of their own sanities.
They think of themselves as worthless.
Obvious is this in observation.
And with determination they have proven,
They are this way and they will stay.
To leave themselves and their children scarred,
With beliefs they've been fed...
And will not and wont release,
That which has been embedded in their heads.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistaken
i believe i've been mistaken
that boy is taken
i thought that i could let him go
let him be on his own
but i found out
that i can't do without
his touch, his kiss, his love
he's more precious than a treasure trove
i can't believe that i made the mistake
i thought i could fake
not loving him, and let him go
but now i know
that i've been mistaken
and there is no sense in fakin'
that my love for him is more than i knew
and i know what i have to do
please let me have one more chance
so that we can dance
the one special dance
the one called love
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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Paradigm Zone
There's nothing left to be said,
So let's leave it!
A consciousness missing,
Can not be knocked...
Into the head,
Of one whose thought process has stopped,
Been blocked, stiffled or dead!
A waste of time occurs instead!
If a shallowness is groomed...
Room for depthness
Has long been shed.
So even if those wishes are shown,
We must gather those feelings
Inside of us condoned.
And hopefully a thought to think
Will begin to sink
Into others left alone.
Merging are dimensions...
As an intention,
To grasp our attention.
Merging
Merging
Dimensions into one.
This spellbinding parallel
Of that which is unknown...
Merging into one dimension quick.
Breaking down our conditioned concepts...
In a paradigm zone that shifts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy Come And Easy Go
Applause! You gained attention
Your careful well spoken lines
How you smiled so proudly
Fool you are I had seen the signs
Easy Come And Easy Go
Awarded! For your performances
I will walk proudly far far away
Defeated by your emotions
I've only now one thing left to day
Easy Come And Easy Go
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Family Comes Together
Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
Family comes together
For always and forever
Without any reason
Anytime or any season
Family comes together
For always and forever
In death or in life
In happiness or in strife
Family comes together
For always and forever
In anger or in kindness
Whether all seeing or in blindness
Family comes together
For always and forever
Whether for work or for play
They somehow find a way
For family to come together
Because families are forever
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Barren Trees Without Leaves
There is a wish you admit,
That I should in you believe.
And I should accept your weaknesses,
To keep my own hidden and unconfessed.
Allowing a tranquility uncontested,
Between you and me.
With an understanding I should accept.
But I can not live my life,
On needles and pins.
And step lightly...
As if not to break eggshells.
As you do what you please.
While I quiet my own unattended needs.
To cater to yours.
Should I usher you through the door?
Or should I waste not a haste,
By rushing through it quick.
To save myself from continued foolishness!
There is a wish you admit,
That I should in you believe.
And I should accept your weaknesses,
To keep my own hidden and unconfessed.
Allowing a tranquility uncontested,
Between you and me.
With an understanding I should accept.
I thought I loved you!
But you could never address...
Occupying a vacancy,
That warrants an end to my loneliness.
Should I usher you through the door?
Or should I waste not a haste,
By rushing through it quick.
To save myself from continued foolishness!
And...
For some reason,
I am not expecting recommendations...
You suggest.
It is best I see...
Not only the forest,
But the barren trees without leaves.
Or a branch that will stay connected,
To a happiness missed and wished desired.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heir Apparent
I came back to my old city
With fierce determination
And I couldnt find my way out of the station
Its all changed
You were there
Departing, starting
A trek I had once took
With that no-ones gonna stop me when I feel this way look
Apparent, apparent
Heir apparent
You think its so easy, I tell you - it isnt
But you may change minds with your winning smile
I fell down in my old city
Such sad degradation
So I tried to make my way back to the station
You were still there
Gleaming and leaving
Wide-eyed and awestruck
Saying how can anybody hate me
If I love them first off ?
Apparent, apparent
Heir apparent
You think its so easy, I tell you - it isnt
But you may change minds with your winning smile
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
But you may be ok, I dont know
Ill see you back here
In a few bruised years
Pray
Ill see you here
Ill see you here
Ill see you here
Apparent, apparent
Heir apparent
You say that you want it, Im sure that youll get it
Theyll seduce your heart and then theyll slap your arse
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
song performed by by Morrissey
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Family Means To Me What? !
Family comes together
For always and forever –
In sickness and in health,
In poverty or in wealth.
Family comes together
For always and forever –
Without any reason,
Anytime or any season.
Family comes together
For always and forever –
In death or in life,
In happiness and in strife.
Family comes together
For always and forever –
Wherher for work or to play,
They somehow find a way
For family to come together;
Because, families are forever.
{03/03/2007}
poem by Istiqur Rahman
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