Defending The Nonexistence
I've never allowed myself to be in a position,
To refute or disprove anything questioned.
I don't kneel behind walls from which to peek.
And defending insecurities...
Taught me a lesson as a child.
Don't do it.
Why insist something does not exist,
By defending the nonexistence of it?
It makes no sense to persist in nonsense.
And eventually weakens a false integrity...
One keeps under wraps and ego feeds.
Or tries by disguising in masquerade,
Something kept left to be discreet.
I've learned...
An awakening can not prevent,
The seeing through to the truth of things.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defending My Right To Exist
Defending my right to exist...
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
I looked like so and so,
And spoke like someone else.
And living in a place where nicknames were preferred,
It was rather difficult to maintain an identity.
Since being clownish and down to Earth,
Was a lesson taught.
And to be ignorant was the main objective.
Few people dared to express knowledge of anything.
Hey,
What can I say?
Even today...
This is not an exaggeration.
Needless to say,
Folks still living in that same mindset...
Seem not to be able to understand,
Why their visits to jails and prisons...
Are more frequent and have more of a priority,
Than when their 'children' were misbehaving in schools.
And teachers are blamed for this?
Defending my right to exist,
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
However...
I was told I 'thought' I was better than everyone else,
Because I spoke as if I was 'intelligent'.
You know,
Clear and not like a...well...
Bunny rabbit!
And I had more than being a 'bad' little boy,
With going to jail on my mind.
I wanted to have my own identity for some reason.
With a wish to be successful at whatever I chose to do!
And there are those who try to convince others,
My accomplishments do not mean a thing!
And to them,
I wouldn't expect that they would.
Since I've lived to witness...
What many of them regard as important.
And hearing the children who brag,
About how much jail time they have served.
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If we cling to the institution of Islam, then we tend to defend it against whatever we see as a danger to it, so because of this we see now that many people are defending states, defending territories, defending everything institutional in the belief that they defend Islam.
quote by Abdurrahman Wahid
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Uncompromised
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
What becomes one's 'thing'...
To make it come to life.
Does not happen just with thought.
Or reveals itself overnight.
To conquer over fear,
One must come to face it.
Insecurities are chased...
Until they are embraced.
Criticizing the unknown.
Or make attempts to diminish,
What someone finishes that eventually is shown...
Proves that sacrifice and discipline,
With steadfast devotion has grown!
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
Only those in the know,
Show themselves to be uncompromised.
And in time considered to be wise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I lnow I think so I must be for Friend Michael
I think therefore I am; To me
this does not seem at all correct.
I am therefore I think; Would be
much more accurate I suspect.
I do not let it worry me.
Though J.P.Sartre was concerned
I am content to merely be.
That is one lesson I have learned.
Why should I worry needlessly
about the things I do not know.
I have my own philosophy
I just accept it must be so
I can think, therefore I exist.
That is the truth I must insist.
Monday,17 May 2010
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Catching Mistakes
When I was a young boy,
I enjoyed...
The freedom of not making sense,
When jumping over fences then.
When I...
Did annoy,
I employed...
A look of innocence defending,
A right to make up alibis.
I did not know,
I was denying in hiding.
Or protecting a falsity seen.
I was just a little boy.
And playing that 'little' boy scene.
But..
Today so much I've grown,
To show I have courage.
With a nourishing of integrity.
And today I want it known,
Dignity and pride I will leave.
And what that means.
When I was a young boy,
I enjoyed...
The freedom of not making sense,
When jumping over fences then.
When I...
Did annoy,
I employed...
A look of innocence defending,
A right to make up alibis.
But today I'm not afraid,
To say I've made mistakes...
That bother me.
And I,
Wish to be forgiven...
For not catching mistakes I leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Is Meant To Be Told
With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.
The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.
Watch them mentally self destruct.
'Who? '
Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.
'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '
Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.
'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '
It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defending the truth is not something one does out of a sense of duty or to allay guilt complexes, but is a reward in itself.
quote by Simone de Beauvoir
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With Old And Aging Beliefs
The only people today left in the dark,
And feeling stupid they have lived...
In a divided separateness, isolated and apart,
Are those with old and aging beliefs...
That they can say and do anything they please,
With the spending of billions of dollars...
To create their own truth and have it unquestioned.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
And as foolish as these people are,
Who refuse to leave the side of the dark...
To remain with images,
Created to inflate what does not exist.
They still insist their fall into an oblivion,
Is a temporary one.
And they can use their influence to get out of it.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hello God
Hello, God, are you out there?
Can you hear me?
Are you listenin' any more?
Hello, God, if we're still on speakin' terms,
Can you help me like before?.
I have questioned your existence,
My resistance leaves me cold.
Can you help me go the distance?
Hello, God. Hello, hello.
This old world has gone to pieces,
Can we fix it? Is there time?
Hate and violence just increases,
We're so selfish, cruel and blind.
We fight and kill each other,
In your name, defending you.
Do you love some more than others?
We're so lost and confused.
Hello, God, are you out there?
Can you hear us?
Are you listenin' any more?
Hello, God, if we're still on speakin' terms,
Can you help us like before?.
Oh, the free will you have given,
We have made a mockery of.
This is no way to be livin'.
We're in great need of your love.
Hello, God.
(Hello, hello.)
Hello, God, can you grant us,
Love enough to make amends?
(Hello, God.)
Is there still a chance,
That we could start again?
Hello, God, we've learned our lesson.
Dear God, don't let us go.
(Hello, Hello.)
More than ever,
Hello, God. Hello, hello.
Hello, God, we really need you,
We can't make it without you.
(Hello, God.)
We beseech you,
In the name of all that's true.
Hello God, please forgive us,
For we know not what we do.
Hello, God, give us one more chance,
To prove ourselves to you.
Hello, God, (Hello, God.)
Hello, God.
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No Friend Of Mine
There would be no friend of mine,
Pretending to be one all the time...
That would talk about me behind my back.
Or use me to convince others at my expense,
By a defending of their own insecurities.
I've gone through that to recognize when it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After They Have Been Fed
No duty calls,
To perpetuate an influx...
Of destruction released.
No power held that proclaims,
Itself to be of faithful deeds...
Treats to delight the rising of conflicts,
As a reason to declare...
The certainty of victory.
No one with a responsible consciousness,
Allows insecurities to persist...
To feed upon a selfishness,
With delicious expectations.
To 'then' profess regrets...
That a diminishing integrity,
Leaves them with nothing left...
But a preparation that accepts the worst of times.
Since,
It is in their minds...
The best of times that could be lived,
Has not risen on their priority list...
That still feeds a greeding need,
To experience peace...
After they have been fed their lust for battle.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Has Never Been Rare
Incite,
They do.
With a barricade...
To masquerade insecurities.
It took overnight,
To fight themselves...
Over their rights!
And a greed that now sees them seething...
With heated breath felt,
Close to the nose of those they chose.
They see themselves as enemies.
Distrusted with beliefs...
That their way of life was jeopardized,
By those that despised them.
But none could do that better,
Than they do it...
To themselves!
Incite,
They do.
With a barricade...
To masquerade insecurities.
And threats like these...
They defend,
With an absence of common sense...
So obvious everywhere.
And this has never been rare.
It has not been adopted,
To address as an issue.
Sensitivities keep them conflicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When actors are being defensive and defending their position, that is when you get less than good acting.
quote by John Boorman
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Thank You For Ringing That Bell
You constantly would ask for my opinion.
And nothing that I have suggested,
Has stuck in your head like glue.
After years of discussing your insecurities...
I have one suggestion left,
I'd like to offer you.
Collect all of your excuses.
And reuse each one if you have to.
Your speeches of change,
And admitting this is true...
Makes no difference to me anymore,
What it is you do!
I've learned not to pay any attention to you at all.
And waking up to that realization,
Has taught me this lesson...
If someone can accept,
One's show of disrespect...
And not think that could be...
A possibility that leads,
To the beginning of one's downfall?
Stalling in hesitation creates the implementation.
And I thank you for ringing that bell.
Because I have finally awakened,
To answered the call.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Intrusive
If anyone is still left defending,
The nonsense of their foolish visions...
With a hope of a return,
To times that ran them into a brick wall...
Deliver to them bricks!
And isolate them quick.
They will not learn to build anything with them,
At all.
Anyone seeking,
In these days before us...
To stall for time,
Will find their self inflictions...
Less intrusive with outside interference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mean Spirited
What is more tragic than a nonacceptance of truth?
People allowing themselves and others too...
To pretend it does not exist.
With a defending against it.
No matter how weak their defense against it is.
As others are solicited...
To declare those of truth they find offensive.
With a convincing of the ones also in denial,
That someone has treated them viciously...
With an attitude they depict to be mean spirited.
And those who have decided with determination,
To walk on paths with truth held onto...
Firmly in their grasp as a confirmation,
Is to leave those behind avoiding it...
Shallow in their darkening shadows alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sense
Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
Is civic sense.
Embedded with moral sense
Inject sense
In this universe
Oozing with nonsense.
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Found A Way To Stay Protected
I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.
And telling it like it is,
I discovered eliminated conflict...
To keep inside to confuse ideals.
And those lessons learned taught to me,
Were real and created my appetite...
To crave the need to keep my peace of mind,
Kept delicious.
And it is.
I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.
And it has found a way to stay protected,
From close inspections wishing to monitor...
On a daily basis.
Let me share something with you.
And I am going to keep it basic and quite simple.
I could care less what you think.
Or how you arrived to express an opinion about me,
My activities or the size shoe I wear.
I have not crawled on my knees to appease your assessments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs
The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.
And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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