Dignitized With Pride
They have obtained Master degrees,
From prestigious schools.
But nothing in this dedication...
Reveals an identity secured for preservation.
Blinded without foresight by pretense,
And the lure of greed.
A resuscitation comes too late...
to stop a shallowness that bleeds.
They did not realize,
A chase to accomplish would shut their eyes.
With hollowed achievements and weakened beliefs...
The lofty aims they claim have been downsized.
And those who chose to cement their presence...
With an acknowledgement to show,
A history they owe takes precedent.
They have consciously sacrificed their 'gifts'
God has blessed them with!
And dignitized with pride that lifts...
Not only themselves,
But generations to follow
With an assist that documents.
Unclouding a future...
Today subdued,
In useless decadence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wide and Unapologetically Grounded
All their lives,
They had spent in the pursuit of things.
Things they were told would bring to them happiness...
And status!
Attend they did prestigious schools.
To enhance a pretentiousness invested.
Just to prove...
They could have the best,
Of what a selfishness in greed could buy!
Some took their pride to stride about proudly,
With titles.
Invited to hide and disfigure any insecurities.
And they had them to mask!
These tasks were assisted in their smotherings.
This increased their worthiness.
With affectations intact...
And attached to snobbiness.
Until one day...
Their plastic existences lost support!
Beginning to drift away.
An abortion of fantasies,
Had caught them off guard.
And nothing they obtained,
Brought with it such stinging pain.
A shallowness hidden,
They could no longer maintain.
It brought their sorrows to deepen.
And showed them to be shallow,
Even in their shame...
They claimed and bartered dignities.
As if this would keep them from looking foolish!
A look they had no idea,
Had long not been sought to reflect honesty.
Or a depth of thought imagined,
That could or would exist in these minds.
Thank You Father...
For opening my eyes,
Wide and unapologetically grounded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Blessed Am I
How blessed am I for being born
Of parents good and God-fearing!
How blessed am I for siblings nine
Who made my childhood truly great!
How blessed am I for being made
Handsome and healthy, fair and hale!
How blessed am I for gaining ken
And virtues, wisdom, fortitude!
How blessed am I for being reared
So well by parents dutiful!
How blessed am I for achievements
Quite praiseworthy in life on earth!
How blessed am I for having fared
So well in life in every field!
How blessed am I for talents, gifts
That most men cannot dream to have!
How blessed am I for miracles
That gave my life a newer lease!
How blessed am I for finding time
To thank and praise the Almighty!
How blessed am I for grace of God
That goads me on in heaven’s road!
How blessed am I for everything
God gave me amply in His time!
How blessed am I for love of God
That chose me to be Christian!
How blessed am I for hope and faith
That help me follow Jesus’ steps!
How blessed am I for poesy
That made my life stress-free, worthwhile!
How blessed am I for God’s with me
And I’m with Him in earthly life!
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With A Doing Of It Enchantingly
Measuring one's intelligence,
By the kind of schools they have attended.
And the number of prestigious degrees possessed,
Should reflect upon a society progessively moving forward.
With a respect all accept as being beneficially innovative.
But it seems as though many only work diligently,
To obtain their degrees with a validation to approve...
An ability they can and will successfully,
Promote their obsession with a greed to feed.
Since it is perceived only losers refuse this to do.
And one's attempt to do good things for humanity,
Is often misjudged as conceit by those confused/
Since everyone who has sacrificed their effort and time,
Knows that the nourishing on accolades without rest...
Or a peace of mind to find one gets,
Is as much a thrilling experience as the fetching of tossed insults.
Especially when to them no appreciation is expressed,
With or without respect upon giving of themselves their best.
While others have interests shown only in their flaunting.
And this may get them nominated as exceptional citizens,
Of superior qualities with the doing of nothing but flaunting.
But with a doing of it enchantingly.
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Like Accepting My Own Ignorance
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
Those who choose to do what grandma,
And grandpa did.
And if that was good for them...
That same mindset was handed down,
Disregarding the technology...
Of the times we live!
There are those so far behind,
Today's times.
To leave one to wonder who is blessed...
Those who have lived in rustic isolation?
Or those who live in a mess,
With constant reminders of their 'intelligent' devastations.
And attempting to speak with common sense to some...
Leave those attempting to do it,
Stunned to find out...
Very few have none!
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
As long as I've got my own 'insights' I trust,
I find it simple to go my way...
Feeling freer today to be myself,
Caring less who may think...
That I am the one who is nuts!
There is nothing like accepting my own ignorance.
With challenges to accomplish my own deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Show Me Your Beliefs
Your want to take my beliefs,
And enforce upon me yours.
I am fine with that.
However...
Show me where your beliefs,
Have satisfactorily been endorsed.
Show me the facts.
And I will follow you...
Of course.
Show me,
Your beliefs!
And if possible,
Can you do that...
Once you've dismounted,
Off the back of your high horse!
Show me your beliefs,
Without...
Showing me your remorse!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dangerous Precedent
Children are failing at an alarming rate,
In public schools.
They can neither read nor write.
Quote or recite,
Anything...
From approved and acceptable literature.
However,
They do excel and achieve high marks...
At rapping and the playing of video games.
This reality is not 'becoming' a threat.
This reality IS and has been a threat,
To anyone who can see...
What the future ahead is going to be.
And the defending of this IS and has been...
A sick reflection of one's addiction to delusion.
For anyone to perceive themselves,
To be intelligent enough to say
Such freedoms to prevent,
The continued demoralizing decay
Should have such freedoms taken away
Is setting a dangerous precedent.
Has just learned what that term means.
And has decided using it to defend their ignorance,
Will gain them personal attention.
The 'dangerous precedent',
Has been in allowing the absence of respect and discipline
To infiltrate the minds of children who are raising children,
Believing the act of marketing sex and decadence
Is going to overnight produce a society of upstanding citizens.
While illiteracy becomes a prerequisite,
To obtaining a Master's Degree in Physics.
The 'dangerous precedent' had already taken effect,
When the building of prisons began to become considered...
As rehabilitation centers at the taxpayers exorbitant expense.
The 'dangerous precedent' began
When the flowing of crime hit the streets.
And anyone expressing an embittered reaction against this...
Was rumored to be 'negative' and disgruntled,
About the truth of a pretentiousness no one sought to face.
But today
People are blaming those in leadership positions,
For not being strong enough to protect their interests.
Or fight courageously to uphold their rights to entitlements.
Yeah!
It's in the 'water'.
It 'has' to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Degrees Don't Love You
Degrees don't love you so you never went to school!
But your mind writes like a Philosopher to teach many;
And the truth is, Degrees are obtained under a Faculty.
Degrees are obtained after the length of studies,
But without one's Philosophy there is no Faculty!
Because one has to create the ideas for others to follow;
And out of Philosophy came the branches of Faculties.
You don't need any Degree to identify yourself,
Because you have the ability of teaching others;
And Philosophy is always above Faculty! !
For, you are a Philosopher with the magic ink of your mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Was Not Born to Be Unconcious
I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Not for games on me to be played.
Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Before I leap there is reflective hesitation.
I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Like some have chosen to be today!
I have always been guided,
To walk on my path with an insight...
I believed ignited all who existed.
Until I discovered a few deceptively twisted.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
To consciously bump into walls to me is sick!
Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.
And I was not born to be unconcious.
Not to deliberately inflict my own pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Residency There Is Permanent
You have a bird's eye view...
With a crowing done you do.
To boast about nonstop.
From your position...
At the top.
And you believe to keep it,
Is an ease to block.
As you remain where you are...
Secured in a safety zone,
Kept locked with eyes on stars.
But like some others,
You can hit rock bottom.
And whether you like it or not...
It is recommended,
To stop and avoid your peacocking.
No residency there is permanent.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Your residency meant...
Is not one permanent.
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Don't try it, do not bother.
Odds you choose will lose.
Don't be that big a fool.
You have a bird's eye view...
Don't be that big a fool.
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Someone's always there to circumvent.
Your residency meant...
Is not one permanent.
And you believe to keep it,
Is an ease to block.
As you remain where you are...
Secured in a safety zone,
Kept locked.
But no...
Residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Your residency meant...
Is not one permanent.
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Don't try it, do not bother.
Odds you choose will lose.
Don't be that big a fool.
Today you've got that view...
Tomorrow you could lose!
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Don't try it, do not bother.
Today you've got that view...
Tomorrow you could lose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anyone Will Do
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
They want to watch me and you,
To select and consider.
But their thoughtless bitterness
Has left them much the fools.
Everything that they touch...
To elevate their lust to heights,
Exposes their incompetence...
And their attraction to decadence,
Stirs a crisis that backbites!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Those who chose to follow their lead,
Can not believe they with them today bleed.
And everything about them and their lifestyles too...
Seems to be admittedly being refused.
They have lost a confidence...
With a pride they all pursued!
Everything about them repells as well!
No one leaves it as a secret,
Who and what has created this hell!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Anyone...
Except themselves!
And that is the sadness so true.
Themselves they are blinded to see...
As the initiators of their own ignorance,
Hyped with hypocrisies.
And enforcing upon themselves,
Their own tragedies so needlessly!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Including me,
And you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Retooling of An Imbalance
A retooling of an imbalance comes.
To chase away the doldrums,
Forced to molest...
An unending quest for greed.
Opportunities now exist,
For the blinded ones to see...
Isolation that fed on seperateness,
And divisions of democracy...
Not only bred a disrespect,
But a loss of a dependency.
Inflicting the abilities...
And gifts of others.
No matter of one's looks or of color!
Without perceiving those basic needs,
All shared with one another!
Like desired dreams to live in peace and harmony.
Regardless of race, heritage or creed.
We are aboard this ship together!
And if it sinks...
Everyone suffers.
Everyone bleeds!
Drowning in aborted hopes...
We all observe as witnesses,
Slip from us to recede.
Repossessed from us and leave.
A retooling of an imbalance comes.
To chase away the doldrums,
Forced to molest...
An unending quest for greed.
And a dawning on the horizon...
Comes along with a Sunrise seen.
And the foolishness is swept away,
Of a kept unconsciousness...
Once darkening an enlightenment,
Now shining brightly it seems.
To rejuvenate truth and diminished realities.
This time with everyone praying...
Sensibilities accepted remains to stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears of Allah
every blood that drops to the ground because of your
greed and hunger for power where innocent
lives are sacrificed; I the Lord thy God listens to their
sobbing and their cry,
judgment and punishment will come worst
than Sodom and Gomorrah have experienced
every child wasted inside the mother's
womb, without respecting their dignity,
I, the giver
of life have tasted the sad tears of pleading,
punishment shall
inflame your soul into the dungeons of hell
every tree, mountain, animal, river, ocean and the
universe in your dominion that you have neglected,
abused and exploited, because of your selfishness;
I, the God of Abraham will put you to shame
and you will answer my wrath
an anger that may vanish
your descendant up to the third degree of your
generation
every hunger and deprivation
experienced by my beloved people, because of
your avarice and greed
and extreme quest of power and wealth,
weakened my love;
I, the great provider of the universe
shall put you to the doom of the edge of the earth,
where your teeth gnashes till eternity
in every family shattered and lives broken,
due to your lustful desires not pleasing in my
eyes
that caused wanton destruction to my beautiful creation;
I the Lord of life will abandon you from the face of the earth
and the shadow of death shall follow your life
until judgment day comes
I am who I am
the existence before time,
I made
generations come to exist and made the universe live
throughout till the time ends,
I come to give your life a
wisdom of all ages and will live beyond time
come and be blessed
take and give and live, and love and share the
given gifts of Heaven for you have been chosen
to be with the covenant to wipe all the tears of all men and women
on my Father's land
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Investigating Improprieties
Investigating Improprieties,
Promises to undo
A way of life historically pursued.
And had been based upon them,
With a flair that flourished affairs.
Those with outcries,
To expose and uncover lies denied...
Have placed their own existence,
In a jeopardy that threatens a pretense...
That had molded together,
Thieving dignities.
And foundations comprised,
On tweaked claims and alibis...
Unravels a society fantasized!
As truth concealed reveals...
An undoing of shattered myths,
Given life to breathe!
Leaving the purpose of taxation,
The core to finance an ending greed.
The seed that fed,
Their need to seek a greatness!
Will this acknowledgement cease their probe?
And advance them with this self assessment.
Or will they stay frozen...
In an accepted ignorance they chose!
A truth pursued can be cruel and crude.
And...
Connected to released freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lights and Shadows …
The more you escape to the light,
The more you walk in the shadows,
Yet while we walk in the light, we become blind,
Blind to the sin,
Blind to the greed,
Blind to the lust,
Blind to the evil,
While we walk in the shadows our eyes adjust,
We see the lies,
We see the courage,
We see what we must do,
We see our duties,
To our countries and our self’,
We must let our eyes adjust to the shadows,
Then we can see behind the vales of the lie,
Then we may see our courage in front of us,
Then we can free our voices,
We can fight for our beliefs,
We can follow our beliefs,
Once we can accomplish this,
We are truly free of social bounds,
We are able to fight for our beliefs and freedoms,
This is courage,
Asking the unknown,
Pushing the bearers
And fighting for what you believe in.
copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross
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Cement
Its funny how I watch the day go by
Im sitting watching tv
Talk shows high
Theres banging on the walls
My head aches
Im drinking out the world
That I hate
I had a big car, new clothes everything
Ive had a watch engraved in switzerland
Today I saw her buying a magazine
Its time to get myself some therapy
How do I stop this, how do I stop this
How do I stop this disease?
Chorus:
Shes got a new dress on (Im in cement)
Sits by her radio (Im in cement)
Shes got those x-ray eyes (Im in cement)
Dont know which way to go
Its funny but I dream for yesterday
Im blistered by the burns that life has made
Im staring out behind the window shade
I see her face across the street again
Im in quicksand sinking in again
Ive got concrete shoes and I cant swim
How do I stop this, how do I stop this
How do I stop this disease?
Chorus
I dont know what to do
But I know that I must pull through
I cant keep watching you
How do I stop this, how do I stop this
How do I stop this disease?
Chorus
song performed by by Feeder
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Dusted Traditions
You will not find the answers in books.
Or researching through archives,
For clues to undo subdued remorse.
Nothing found printed,
Can seal cracks in cement!
What is occurring has needed full attention,
With 'hands on' acknowledgement...
And not through documents!
Those who followed scholars,
From a time long gone...
Those deemed to be brilliant...
In the centuries they were born!
Living processed concepts of life,
In days romanced and passed...
Can not be found today,
On cobblestones paved...
Erased to support,
Those urban sounds now heard...
And around on ground,
Violently shaking and disturbed!
Dusted traditions,
Picked over in transitions...
May satisfy those who try,
To bring a wholesome innocence back.
One that was glamourized,
And even then painted to attract!
Living in denial in the face of facts...
Is stirring up a turbulence,
In the minds of those...
Wishing added chapters exposed,
Were not so traumatic...
Sealed, abandoned and closed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shut Up
There you go
You're always so right
It's all a big show
It's all about you
You think you know
What everyone needs
You always take time
To criticize me
It seems like everyday
I make mistakes
I just can't get it right
It's like i'm the one
You love to hate
But not today
So Shut up Shut up Shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out Get out Get out
Get out of my way
Step up Step up Step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down
There you go
You never ask why
It's all a big lie
Whatever you do
You think you're special
But I know and I know and I know
and we know
that you're not
You're always there to point out
my mistakes
and shove them in my face
It's like i'm the one you love to hate
But not today
So Shut up Shut up Shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out Get out Get out
Get out of my way
Step up Step up Step Up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
is gonna bring me down
Don't tell me who i should be
and don't try to tell me what's right for me
Don't tell me what i should
I don't wanna waste my time
I'll watch you fade away
So Shut up Shut up Shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out Get out Get out
Get out of my way
Step up Step up Step Up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
is gonna bring me down
song performed by by Simple Plan
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It Is All About One's Lifestyle
More people can be happier,
When they decide and choose to be.
And will not become afraid,
Or dazed in times like these...
That come to chase away a patience,
One has earned and wishes to keep.
But it is all about one's lifestyle.
And the witnessing of miracles,
One of faith has seen life bring.
And what it takes to quicken a smile.
With an acknowledgement of what this means.
To the one holding on to realize,
The magic of life...
And the consistency of fresh and new dreams.
It is all about one's lifestyle.
One of faith has seen life bring.
With an acknowledgement of what this means.
To the one holding on to realize,
The magic of life...
And the consistency of fresh and new dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before Fences
Does it really matter,
What side of a fence one sits...
When picking someone to lead?
All will have no choice but to follow,
With a digging out from a ditch.
Regardless who has the influence.
Or one's beliefs of kept biased affiliations?
And that fence...
Once constructed to separate,
An immaturity of kept indifferences...
Absolutely makes no sense.
Since the hole widening under it,
Promises to engulf all divisions.
And their useless arguments.
And before fences were constructed...
A dignity and pride with identity,
Was a respect that given and to all had owned.
But a greeding seems to have come to defeat stabilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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