Directly Connected To The Whims
When the taste of mad cow became the rage...
No one thought anything of it but a fad.
One to fade fast.
Not one to be served on a daily basis.
Addictions of those kinds of fads are sad.
It becomes difficult to eliminate the entire affects.
Especially when the advertisements,
Are directly connected to the whims of children.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Kicking To The Curb
Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
As well as a chasing away of 'expected' obstacles...
Presented to prevent what I must do each day.
I had to grow stronger and determined,
To prove for no one else but myself...
The steps that I take on the path I am on...
I am on it because I belong,
In the doing with a purpose.
And serving this purpose as it deserves.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I recognize my blessings.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I have recognized those foes...
Hoping to block my way,
From the crevices of shadows fading.
And...
On a daily basis I will and can say,
The Creator is responsible...
For removing opposition in my way that sit.
Trying to upset me with conflicts to afflict.
The Creator is responsible...
For not allowing this to persist.
And with a knowing of that,
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
All that which attempts to delay my mission.
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
To eliminate from me aches of all kinds,
From my mind to exist...
With an assistance only God can give.
It is with my Father's wishes,
The Creator of ALL there is 'that' is...
That has done this to mend AND fix!
And He, My Father...
Will not continue to permit,
The foolishness of nonsense...
To attack me with that kind of grip.
God has shown me I need not put up with it.
And...
With a clearing of the way for only HIS will to be done!
As it shall be...nonsense gets out of the mix.
Since The Creator alone,
Rules the Kingdom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Basically Into Themselves
People feel and see,
What directly affects.
If it is not prioritized...
They do not get upset.
When winds change,
And blame is claimed...
Those once unconcerned,
Seek attention on them aimed.
An effectiveness is expected then.
When folks feel inconvenienced,
And their whims become threatened.
But prior to that no complaints are heard.
People are basically into themselves...
Until their own footsteps,
Have been blocked or blurred.
In a collective unity,
People find no comfort in that reality.
That sensibility,
Disturbs their 'selfish' and isolated normalcy!
People feel and see,
What directly affects.
If it is not prioritized...
They do not get upset.
However...
When winds change,
And blame is claimed...
Those once unconcerned,
Seek attention upon them aimed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Connected To Humanity
Too connected to humanity,
To feel completely free.
Although I am committed,
To have my own peace of mind...
I still find I am happiest,
When near and close to those I love.
Too connected I am to those I care about.
Even those I see on a daily basis I don't know...
I give and show respect I don't in return get.
And yet,
I am not expecting it...
In wishes it to be given.
Too connected to humanity and accepting it.
With each moment lived to express gratefulness.
And to do that with the acknowledgement,
I can only be free to observe and learn.
Not be isolated with a freedom earned...
Yet to become upset,
Since my senses are not satisfied by my yearning...
To be held and touched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Romantacized
You have romantacized me,
Right out of your life.
I am not here to fulfill your whims.
Or guarantee,
The longevity of my smile.
Or my need to have us up in each other's face.
On a daily basis.
My dislike for leftovers,
Should provide a hint!
I don't do them...
Often.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.
quote by Martin Luther King
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We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Quite Shocked And Appalled
Quite shocked and appalled are they.
The ones accused to be the reason,
Why a way of life is 'rumored' to be tied...
Directly to them.
And the cause of a downslide and bankruptcy.
They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
They feel offended when it is broadcast on TV...
How their children who lack discipline,
Respect, hygiene and social etiquette...
Is directly connected to a reflected negligence.
And those fingers are pointed to them.
Because of their feelings of being entitled...
And the laws that are 'designed' to protect their whims.
They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
And the money that is spent,
To keep their symbolic points of view...
Gleaming in their minds,
And where these images are found...
Has broken their backs,
To bring their knees to touch the ground.
And...
They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
And they protest and picket their leadership,
To change what they've done quick...
Or,
They will find themselves replaced.
They demand at any cost,
To have their delusions better represented.
And 'this' they will accept.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
Quite shocked and appalled are they.
The ones accused to be the reason,
Why a way of life is 'rumored' to be tied...
Directly to them.
And the cause of a downslide...
And bankruptcy.
Attached to their credit.
And upaid loans.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Eventually Forgets
It is never too late.
Until it is over.
And when it 'is' over...
It has become too late.
Like the last piece,
Of a delicious cake...
A replication of it,
Will be difficult to replace...
The remembered desire,
Of the same taste.
It is never too late.
Until it is over.
And when it 'is' over...
It has become too late.
The wait and the taste,
Soon begins to fade.
What was thought impossible to miss...
One eventually forgets,
An association with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting More Difficult To Defend Within
A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.
People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.
People express shock by what their neighbors do,
But defend the offensive language that their children use.
And today in elementary schools few can tell the difference,
Between the teachers and the kids.
The issuing of condoms should 'not' be as obvious as it is.
People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.
A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Least of My Concerns
I am often associated with some affiliation of some kind.
'What faith are you?
What are your beliefs?
What religion do you practice?
And which group influences your mental outreach?
Are you Christian or Muslim?
Or both? '
HUH?
And when I reveal I do not read as much as I should,
That discredits their preconceived assumptions.
I have an identity embraced from my own point of view.
'Where do you get your ideas? '
Which ones?
'You know...
THOSE ideas? '
I don't understand.
Help me comprehend.
Ideas associated with thought and that process?
Which ones?
My acceptance of a Higher Intelligence,
That keeps me connected.
Or...
My ability to appear calm, cool and collected,
When someone 'disconnected'...
Assumes my quality of life,
Does not reflect a materialism...
They can focus into and respect?
Suppose I told you,
I am fully aware of my flaws and blemishes?
And chasing materialism and the affects of it,
Is the least of my concerns.
'That's what I'm asking.
Where do you get that?
You have such a knack for humor.
It is a blend of sarcasm AND cynicism.
How do you do that?
You're funny! '
Oh, I'm hysterical!
Literally.
I was declared out of my mind years ago.
AND...frankly,
With acknowledgement.
And, check this out...
Expressing my gratefulness to God on a daily basis.
For all of the gifts I've been given.
'You should do stand up comedy.
Seriously.
You are one funny dude! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Have To Crusade
I don't have to crusade to make a difference made.
If I can eliminate myself from making excuses,
To defend on a daily basis to allow that shown...
I've already impressed someone,
By a taking of that step I can identify as change.
And if I can do that for myself first to prioritize,
I've already made that difference to me known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fade Away
When I was young
I thought I had my own key
I knew exactly what I wanted to be
Now I'm sure
You've boarded up every door
Lived in a bubble
Days were never ending
Was not concerned
About what life was sending
Fantasy was real
Now I know much
About the way I feel
I'll paint you the picture
'Cause I don't think you live round here no more
I've never even seen
The key to the door
We only get what we will settle for
While we're living
The dreams we have as children
Fade away
While we're living
The dreams we have as children
Fade away
While we're living
The dreams we have as children
Fade away
While we're living
The dreams we have as children
Fade away
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Human’s traits
Abundance will not eliminate begging.
Prosperity will not eliminate stealing.
Punishment will not eliminate killing
Availability will not eliminate adultery.
They are all traits we must live with.
25.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So Connected To You
There are times when I'm happy
and times when I'm sad
and all of these times that I have had
are all connected to you,
so connected to you.
so connected to you.
There are times when it's sunny
and times when it's not
and all of these times I never forgot
were all connected to you,
so connected to you.
'Cause you have my heart on a string
and I can't control one little thing.
Where's my composure? Where did it go?
'Can't even answer for I don't know.
There are times when I'm jumpy
and times when I'm still
and times when I'm playful
like Jack and Jill.
And they're all connected to you,
so connected to you.
So what do I do to get over you?
You've got me crazy in love with you.
I take a step forward and fall back two
and everywhere that I go
there'll be times when I want you
and times when I don't.
There'll be times that I'll have you
and times that I won't
but there's absolutely nothing I can do
'Cause I'm connected to you,
so connected to you
So I know we can never be through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Picking Up the Pieces
Picking up the pieces
You scattered across the floor
When you in a fit of rage
Walked out the door
You cared not what you had done
Nor the hurt you were to cause
Your bitterness was so great
Within your jealous rage
You tore so many leaves
From our daily page
You yelled and screamed
Letting no other’s words in
You accused with contempt
At what everyone had to say
Blaming everyone for your misgivings
Saying it was all their fault
Two small faces watch from the hall
At your reckless wrath
With tears of fear they watch
As you smash things against the wall
You have no thought of what you do to them
No thought whatever at all
You are so consumed with rage
At things you’ve made up in your mind
You see not the hurt
You are going to leave behind
When you barge passed them
To get out the door for ever more
Now I’m left picking up the pieces
Hoping that they will all fit
Comforting the victims
Of your fit of jealous rage
Hoping I can find enough pieces
To start a new daily page
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With A Rating To Leave
Why come to sit down at a table,
On a daily and regular basis...
With nothing brought to offer or share,
To equal or compare...
To that which has been prepared.
With a glaring at the setting to closely inspect,
As if to ensure a quality with standards...
Has been appropriately met.
Then with a nibble to finish and eat to complete,
All that has been served to digest.
Only to complain about those conversations,
Not suitable to meet your standards or taste...
You seem to regret.
And with a rating to leave,
You believe could and should be more impressive.
And yet,
When tomorrow comes...
You will be the first to arrive,
Again!
To judge, evaluate and not speak.
As if to imply the menu does not satisfy.
With a rating to leave to denote your presence.
Or a lack of it there to participate and engage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Putting a New Face On The Same Dilemma
Putting a new face on the same dilemma,
Does not erase the affects of it.
But those in high places,
Accustomed to deceit...
Believe and will do anything they wish,
To control resources.
And quick dismissals,
To what is regarded as foolishness...
Is a priority addressed on that list.
Like feelings connected to humanity.
Or that which is connected to its existence.
With a pocketing done of money kept number one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overlooked
It has always been puzzling for me to see,
Those who have trash loads of garbage...
Piled into heaps in their backyards.
Who seem to be the first to protest in the streets,
Publicly.
To complain about how things use to be...
As if to explain why changes to them they find,
Unnecessarily imposed.
And wish to keep things as they are.
Regardless if their irresponsibility,
Directly affects the lives of others.
With no showing of respect.
But wish to have their own neglect overlooked,
And accepted as a collection of historic artifacts...
Left on exhibit to rust the appreciation,
Of the entire neighborhood that degrades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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