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.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed
There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.
It has to be witnessed to believed.
And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.
'And what is that purpose? '
A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!
Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best To Be Prepared
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.
When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.
I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.
It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!
And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Seeking Sought To Sit On A Rooftop
Sure,
I believe others should be heard.
With a speaking of their minds,
In expectations to be respected.
And if I had not earned the way,
To learn to do that on my own...
Knowing it had taken me,
Many years to discover that for myself...
I too would believe someone else,
Would be less deserving.
And I would 'still' be upset.
However...
I have never witnessed from my own observation,
The building of any structure on a foundation...
Erected without the skills of an architect.
And one day I awakened to realize,
The importance of those two elements...
Being connected.
And if it had not been,
For my experience with impatience...
Patience and I would not have ever met.
So I completely understand,
Anyone not comprehending that.
And...
With a seeking sought to sit on a rooftop,
Without the walls being installed yet.
I too have had wishes to climb a tree.
Until I found one that enabled me to do it.
And then I discovered,
There were taller trees too intimidating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creation of His Wish
Can we detach ourselves from distractions?
Can we allow explorations to expand within our minds,
And finding the Universe more than a place
Confining us to taste limitations?
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
On a threaded existence that's how we survive.
Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.
This living 'thing' we call cosmic space...
Has much more to offer us,
Something 'divine'
Keep Earth's spin in place.
We hold on to concepts that we alone exist.
And yet there is proof other beings pay us visits!
Many are in denial with thoughts of disbelief.
Close your eyes and view what is seen...
A vastness we are part of,
And yet out of our reach!
Something is there to attract us to IT!
A consciousness more developed,
Must certainly exist!
Can we detach ourselves from distractions,
To ask this entity...
For a more enlightened state of mind,
Such as 'that' which we can not see?
We pray to God to materialize wishes...
And God is ALL of IT!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
More 'gifts' from God will come to benefit.
Since all that is witnessed is a creation of His wish!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
We can see God in ALL of 'this'!
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
Can you and me...
They and we,
Detach ourselves from distractions,
To validate our destiny?
If 'anything' is possible for God to provide,
Love and peace are not mere illusions...
But in fact realities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Others See
As The Spirit moves on men, they are led to be Born Again,
Experiencing a spiritual birth, while living life upon the earth.
Some say spiritual conversion, is by others just a diversion,
Taking them out of true reality, to a world that none can see.
It’s by faith we’ve been saved, from the world, so depraved,
Believing what we cannot see, and focused now on Eternity.
We get Truth on what’s to come, by the Spirit of God’s Son,
God’s Truth about a reality, that’s bigger than eyes, can see.
From a world, changing fast, we see an eternity that will last,
Knowing not what is ahead, we lean upon The Word instead,
With our focus now on God, not on the shifting, earthly sod,
It’s The Spirit we can’t see, who opens eyes, of you and me.
Eyes of only earthly sight, were opened by the Gospel light,
Once veiled to things of Christ, are opened in a spiritual life.
A new life of Eternal worth, far above all the things on earth,
For all we can touch and see, will never last through eternity.
It is The Spirit, who opens eyes, to make men eternally wise,
A wisdom that shall begin, that moment you are Born Again,
And begin living your life, through the Spirit of Jesus Christ,
Living a life so others see, the Hope that you have Eternally.
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Such a Magnificent Gift
That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.
And although complicated,
The naturalness of life seems to be...
We simplify all that surrounds,
With adjustments to gratify...
Lives to set aside for quick cravings to feed.
No one questions what has become commonplace.
Or everyday address with priority,
The defacing that is done...
To a naturalness that sits,
As such a magnificent gift to us presented.
And yet with an impatience,
We create conflicts with attempts to destroy...
Such a magnificent gift,
Given to us that should represent joy.
That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great Expectations
Youre sittin in your seat
And then you stand and clutch your breast
Our music drives you wild along with the rest
You watch me singing this song
You see what my mouth can do
And you wish you were the one I was doing it to
And you watch me playin guitar
And you feel what my fingers can do
And you wish you were the one I was doing it to
Well, listen
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youre dying to be seen
And you wave and call my name
But in the day it seems that Im a million miles away
You watch me beatin my drum
And you know what my hands can do
And you wish you were the one I was doing it to
Well, listen
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Then you feels these eyes from the stage
And you see me staring at you
And you hear between the lines, my voice is calling to you
Well, listen
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations, do you want to play the role
Youve got great expectations, youd even sell me your soul
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations, do you want to play the role
Youve got great expectations, youd even sell me your soul
Youve got great expectations, as long as you can play the role
Youve got great expectations
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We are sure
You are the future so we are sure
We have witnessed down fall but you may cure
With your dedication and simple smile
With your nature and style
What we could see in your bright eyes?
Many future expectations and dreams fly
We failed in our attempts and did not zealously try
You are the one who may ceaselessly try a feel not shy
We will be no more when this may take place
We will not be here to witness new brand of race
Yet we may smile from the depth of grave
Here is generation very bold and brave
We have our fears and apprehensions
We don’t want to lament, express or mention
The future course may surely bring morning cool
So far we lived in illusion and called self fool
You would never want enemies on roll
You too may want foes to disappear or fall
There won’t be anything left to fight
As people may know what is wrong or right
Freedom in true sense may be really enjoyed
Only love and no one will be annoyed
No boundaries or barrier may exist
We may forget bitterness and for peace truly insist
Killing of human being may be hardly heard
People may want high living standard
Everything will be provided when heaven is created
Where no discrimination on cast, creed or color is stated
Freedom to profess and liberty to follow
May be the slogan of tomorrow
Natural property to be honored and assessed
New heights to scale and sources to be traced
We have high hopes in you my dear children
The hell is to be turned into heaven
We were given beautiful earth to live
We created mess and never believed
We have denied existence and created unrest
Future for you may prove you as acid test
You may prove to the task and come out as best
We have pinned our hopes on future quest
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sacrificial Love
Staring into your blue pools of forever.
Looking deep into your soul.
Heaven has come to earth.
Your touch, like a warm summer breeze.
Filling my heart, making me want more.
Being without you is like a never ending drought.
Coarse sand blowing in my face.
Bringing tear to my eyes.
My heart once beating so loud, now wounded.
Deflating slowly like a tire leaking air.
It is almost flat.
It is like living in hell.
The fires of love once burning, now scorching my soul.
I wander like a nomad, my soul is now a gypsy.
Wandering the earth, reminiscing about home.
Home is you.
It is where my heart is.
You will never know the true feelings in my heart.
What you call expectations, I call hope.
If I gave you my heart, would you feel what I feel?
Would you then know what you mean to me?
I will hang on my cross.
I pray I will rise soon.
The pain is immense.
I hang on my cross for you until it is done.
My sacrifice.
Because you are worth it.
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Frustration Mode
I am not daring you at all!
I dare myself!
I wish to stretch,
From enclosed boundaries.
Those alone I have set.
You will have your opinions,
Of what you believe...
Should rise to a ceiling,
To achieve my best!
But how can you do this?
When I am still learning.
I am still there yearning...
As a work-in-progress.
I'm not thinking to compete,
In tests to win contests.
I am not daring you at all!
I dare myself!
I am daring to break molds.
Not be burden by limitations,
To satisfy expectations.
I must release from that kind of hold!
What you witness are my attempts...
And a relentless struggle,
With my own frustration mode!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Dawning Is Going to Be Witnessed
One day,
In the real world lived...
A dawning is going to be witnessed.
And everyone who sees it,
Will agree...
A period of darkness has ended.
And those who missed this phenomenon,
Will be left right where they are...
Asleep.
With no one awakening them,
To solicit from them an opinion...
As to what may be their beliefs!
And that dawning will be experienced for what it is!
The Sun.
Rising upon the horizon.
And surrounding in full acknowledgement,
Is a noticeable occurrence of life!
Stripped of pretensions.
Although traumaticized by this,
Many will hopefully accept it...
And will be able to move on.
Without any attempts to prompt a thought process,
That 'this' is indeed what 'actually' takes place...
Within a twenty four hour period.
You know...
With the Earth revolving on its axis.
And what the Moon does.
And how the Sun sorta completes all of this.
You know...
Back to basics and elementary stuff?
As is directed without debate or recommendations.
With the elimination of needs for surveys to be taken.
Comparisons of brains and other lame insecure uses.
Or preferences of one's color, style or taste...
Biased for racial distorted configurations.
All of 'that' which currently takes place.
To leave behind those unconscious,
To find this most difficult to take.
As if from their minds 'something' had been neutered.
Like an erasing of traditions inflicted upon all cultures.
'You're not suggesting the end of an infestation,
Of democracy? Socialized as tyranny? Or...'
Naw!
More consciously manifested!
More mentally digested,
For those finished with the combating...
To exalt their ignorance.
But no communal castration this!
Diseased to test the selling pharmaceuticals.
Oh no.
A purposefulness has been added to the mix.
YES!
AND all of life on Earth is magically involved.
One day,
In the real world lived...
A dawning is going to be witnessed.
And everyone who sees it,
Will agree...
A period of darkness has ended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ability to Listen
As relevant to teaching...
Is one's ability to listen!
With an offering that is welcomed...
And felt with no need to mention.
Expectations to comprehend,
To advice given...
Doesn't always flow as it should,
When discussions are intended.
When an unclosed mouth,
Refuses to shut.
Misunderstandings start to clog...
Like a fog that clouds.
With an abruptness allowed.
As if this protects...
Someone too proud.
No matter who shouts,
To get their point across and out...
Someone has to reconsider,
The importance of communication!
That triggers the lips to lessen the quips.
With a sharing of agreements witnessed,
And done to enhance drifting reputations...
A continuance to exist!
With a respect kept exchanged.
Remaining high on anyone's list!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Got To Reach
I've got to reach.
Waiting around until a wilting begins,
From a blooming done...
Is a welcome I've noticed,
By those who have retired...
To witness their own expirations.
I can not imagine living a life,
Without desired expectations.
Or motivated by any aspirations.
I've got to reach.
There is something learned I am taught everyday.
In adventures experienced by a vulnerability,
I have managed to keep.
Curiosity is an asset,
For one with faith kept in a trust to believe.
And I know I've got to reach for heights,
Until the breath from me leaves.
I've got to reach, explore and visit more of this life lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Thoughts Extend From Us To Reach
Our thoughts.
Actions.
And our deeds from us released...
Reflect,
Not only our expectations...
But express as an investment,
None of us should perceive...
Decreases in value.
Our thoughts,
Whether believed faithfully or not...
To be shared as spoken,
Instills...
Significant influence.
As if a seed implanted,
Within a mind open and listening.
Evaluating content.
What was said.
Who said what.
And how what was said to whom...
Has its effectiveness.
Like the Sun coming to rise upon the horizon.
That same Sun sets.
Like a leaf attached to the branch of a tree.
That tree provides all connected to it with nourishment.
And it is rooted...
Grounded,
To the Earth.
This Earth.
Our Earth.
Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!
Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!
Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What For Them Was Isn't
What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
But the flavor of it is gone.
And many are trying to hold onto it.
With a savor craved...
That brings them to the edge,
Of a tantrum fit!
Since what sits in their minds from yesterday,
Hasn't for them really gone away.
They want it returned!
They want it to stay!
They feel betrayed by an enslavement made!
What for them 'was'
ISN'T anymore.
Or will be again.
For anyone else to be explored!
Those heard droaning in a whining moan...
Are lost and locked in a consciousness,
Soon to be all their own.
What for them was isn't.
It's never coming back!
That's a fact they wished attacked.
But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...
The hands on it sit!
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
No movement,
Is witnessed from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Familiarity With Self And Confidence
I never before experienced rejection,
Until it was done.
And...
I never before experienced disrespect,
Until that was done.
And...
I never before witnessed bigotry or hatred,
Until that was done.
And...
Living my life being blessed,
Lead me to experience age 63.
But prior to that...
I had no expectations.
Nor had I ever rehearsed...
Anything I did for the first time.
Not one age did I live to repeat.
Familiarity with self and confidence,
Makes things easier to do,
Once one chooses life as an exploration.
And refuses to be slotted as a classification.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Like Each Season Witnessed
If you are not living your life to the fullest,
In the HERE and NOW...
You will not be convinced about 'tomorrow'.
Because those expectations have yet to be accepted.
Those who grieve over yesterdays gone,
Wish to share their stagnation...
With someone who will give them time,
To empathize with a fixed mind wasting time!
And time...
Most people are finding,
Does not play favorites.
It keeps on ticking until someone unwittingly,
Believes for them time does not stop!
It does.
Just like each season witnessed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Been Accompanied
If I spent all of my time,
Thinking about heartache...
With accusations to make,
In rebuttle to naysayers...
To leave nothing I wanted to accomplish,
Left unattended to achieve...
What statement would I be affirming?
That my dreams are not validated?
Or that my wishes with hopes to see fulfilled,
Are not real?
I have never been accompanied on the path I walk on.
I have grown accustomed to feel,
What I tasted was unrealistic...
On a daily basis.
But I've witnessed my dreams and wishes,
Come true AND accumulate.
As if the naysayers and those who critiqued,
Stimulated my desire...
To prove to myself what I can do to get done.
Especially with pain as a motivator.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Economic Meltdown
It is right there!
No surprise of this,
Should exist at all.
There...
Like a welcomed friend it has been.
And now why it should upset...
Gets more disturbing.
And yet...
The origins will not be uncovered,
Trying to trash those living barely...
In their urban nests.
This economic meltdown,
Had preferred credit attached to it!
And many viewed living in dire straits...
Maybe used as scapegoats.
But their activities,
Need not cause uproar for this debate.
Far less greed 'here' has been witnessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Incredibly Unbelievable
Whenever has it been that something disbelieved,
To be unbelievable...
Was more attention grabbing,
Than that which no one can be convinced...
Is more real than their acceptance of 'reality' defended.
Or the 'reality' that has led to the feeding,
Of that which is perceived to be of a quality...
One should and can believe.
And that which is disbelieved,
Is observed for what it is...
Incredibly unbelievable,
As witnessed to be disbelieved.
'You're back on crack, huh? '
Back?
I do not do drugs.
'Well...
Whatever it is that you do 'do',
You could make a fortune selling that!
'Cause this stuff you are 'rapping'...
Is 'cosmic'.
And you say you don't do drugs?
I find 'that' to be,
Incredibly unbelievable.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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