Earnestly
Yes I am stubborn.
And have suffered the consequences,
From my thick headedness.
And admitting it makes little sense.
But...
One day I am going to awaken,
And not justify my ignorance.
I find that contradicting and too conflicting...
When my own restrictions offend.
Yet since I do reflect upon it and it hasn't happened,
Why does it seem others make attempts...
To try and deny me the right to learn,
From my own experiences?
If I choose to be a fool,
At least allow me to do it earnestly.
Afterall,
I have proven I 'am' conscious about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stubborn People Often Weep
Decided by decisions made,
To do what one pleases...
Regardless of what others say.
And having one's way...
Until a brick wall is hit.
With an awakening to ponder...
The reason and cause of it!
Stubborn people often weep,
Loudly and often without peaceful sleep.
They wish to have others accept and understand,
The origins of their thick-headedness.
With an attention given,
They themselves dismiss to comprehend...
Or keep a firm grasp within their own hands.
They wish to have others accept and understand,
The origins of their thick-headedness.
When they aren't even committed to sit,
Self-examine.
But from others they make demands.
Decided by decisions made,
To do what one pleases...
Regardless of what others say.
And having one's way...
Until a brick wall is hit.
With an awakening to ponder...
The reason and cause of it!
Stubborn people often weep,
Loudly and often without peaceful sleep.
They wish to have others accept and understand,
When they aren't even committed to sit.
Self-examine.
But from others they make demands.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowledge Is There to Gain From This
It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
Seem to be permanently closed.
There are no fences to jump,
Or keys to unlock gates.
Even the faking of not having it,
Is hard to do when ignorance approaches.
There have been cases,
In which attempts have been made...
To masquerade a wisdom,
For the sake of keeping peace.
Since all peace wishes to do is to live in it.
This can not be done.
It seems that ignorance becomes offended.
And conflicts begin!
The forces of ignorance struggle to win.
Leaving consequences for them to suffer!
And knowledge is there to gain from this.
But it is ignorance that is stubborn.
Wanting to prove without knowledge...
Alone it can exist in the spreading of its nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There Anyone Left
He has clearly shown his point of view of this process.
He believes it is ridiculous!
And if he doesn't...
He is exposing a decision making aspect of his personality,
To not only be flawed...
But crazed.
And he represents their standards and values?
And he is praised as a leader?
Is there anyone left admitting they have consciousness?
Who is it that still wonders,
If it really makes a difference who leads?
And out of what...
Are those who follow behind being led away from?
And to 'where' will they find themselves awakened,
To welcome an overcoming of such magnificent ignorance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessed With This Gift
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
They will see opportunity.
And know to them it has already been given.
If one makes a decision,
Life is to be lived and not taken for granted...
Blessings given will be shared,
If they awaken with thoughts...
To be to others more caring!
If...
And that's not a big 'if' to ponder.
Not to awaken thinking of possibilities!
Or what this day given brings.
If...
One makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
One just has to start,
Realizing each day when they awaken...
They have already been blessed with a gift!
If...
For them that is a decision made,
To see a life that has been given that way...
Fortunes are at their fingertips.
With a pricelessness that enriches.
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
And feeling blessed with this gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Step Closer
I cannot take this anymore
I'm saying everything I've said before
All these words they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Less I hear the less you'll say
But you'll find that out anyway
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again
shut up when I'm talking to you
song performed by by Linkin Park from Hybrid Theory
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Yesterday When I Was Mad (Hot Tracks)
Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good
I enjoyed that, though, of course, no one understood
A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue
They couldn't understand your sense of humour like I do
You're much too kind
I smiled with murder on my mind
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
You have a certain quality, which really is unique
Expressionless, such irony, although your voice is weak
It doesn't really matter 'cause the music is so loud
Of course it's all on tape, but no one will find out
You hated me too
But not as much as I hated you
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Then, when I was lonely
I thought again
And changed my mind
Then we posed for pictures with the competition winners
And argued about the hotel rooms, and where to go for dinner
And someone said: "It's fabulous you're still around today,
You've both made such a little go a very long way"
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Then, when I was lonely
I thought again
And changed my mind
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Natural Light
There is nothing wrong in seeing life,
From your perspective and point of view.
That has never been a question I presented to you.
I just have questions why you should have a need,
To constantly borrow my flashlight.
By now your decision to live in darkness,
Seems to be something you are not familiar with.
Or one you are trying to pretend,
Makes more sense than the one I have chosen.
The one I am comfortable in.
And I am to be convinced...
Your way of life is right and envied?
And for you makes tremendous sense?
And you tell me I'm the one in need of therapy?
If I am going to have shadows around me...
The sun is going to be above.
Natural light.
Nothing I need to borrow.
Or discuss its value...
As I stumble around to find my way.
I've done that.
Charading then in masquerade.
No one could tell me I was not fabulous.
A breath of fresh air.
But the staleness of my routine helped me to awaken.
You still have not arrived.
And that's okay.
Either you will...
Or you will kill yourself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Justify
Babys gone
Said shes movin on
Telling me
I aint comin along
I thought you said you were satisfied
Youve given up on everything we tried for, why?
How can you justify sacrificing our love
Justify
Sacrificing our love
Smoking gun
Hoid it in your hand
You cant deny
Im the victim of your plan
Innocence with a guilty side
I dont understand
Tell me why oh why
How can you justify sacrificing our love
Justify
Sacrificing our love
Lonely hearts finally find a home
Then they part
Like everybody does
Guess the love meant more to me
Go your way
But I cant see... why
How can you justify sacrificing our love
Justify
Sacrificing our love
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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One Step Closer
I cannot take this anymore
I'm saying everything I've said before
All these words they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Less I hear the less you'll say
But you'll find that out anyway
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again
shut up when I'm talking to you
song performed by by Linkin Park from One Step Closer
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stubborn
Stubborn, stubborn
He was stubborn as a mule.
He refused to budge
in the world so cruel.
'Cause what good would it do,
one step or two?
It would get him nowhere
'cause the word's so cruel.
Stubborn, stubborn.
He was stubborn as a mule.
His eyes were defiant
with fire and fuel.
He'd been born into pain
where no one had cared.
He was alone in the world
but never was he scared.
He was just stubborn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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It Should Behoove
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
The suppressed have always felt...
They could not deal with it at all.
They were used to peddle issues to confuse,
Suckered suburbanites believing their lifestyles excite.
Keeping this cat and mouse game teased...
While thieves in suits ran off with the cheese!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
Slums are created for ghetto-ites...
To endorse services for the poor and homeless,
Everyone ignores.
Egos are fed by those leading missionary tours.
Giving 'insight' on what those tax dollars pay for!
But none of this picturesque bliss...
Trickles down to provide hope for those helpless!
If there was any sensibility...
Some of this investment,
Would have provided an upward mobility!
But common sense and greed...
Have not proven to be good sleeping companions!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention...
For those whose minds do not seem to operate,
On the same levels of their stated greatness!
Even though nothing what is done makes sense...
Intentionally!
It should behoove someone to realize,
Only fools can move ignorance to new lows of endeavors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feelings Of Guilt
Gee!
Please tell me this...
Am I the only one to awaken,
From a peaceful undisturbed sleep...
To feel immediately the presence of guilt?
I do.
Sometimes I do.
I awaken each day...
To first exercise and meditate.
I do my yoga routine.
And then with a gratefulness I pray.
To affirm my blessings.
And then a total and complete happiness,
Comes over me.
I want to scream with joy.
So loud it makes me feel gulty.
For years I've expressed,
My happiness with my neighbors.
A few, I know, are convinced...
I smoke crack.
Because I enjoy burning incense.
And most of my neighbors know that.
Sometimes I don't have a dime in my pocket.
And those close to me know this.
I can walk for miles...
With nothing but a smile on my face.
And I just might approach a stranger...
To ask why a frown that makes them look down,
To 'me' appears out of place.
I wont repeat some things they say.
'Uh...
No thanks!
I couldn't do that to myself,
If I wanted.
But...
You have a good day.'
Gee!
Please tell me this...
Am I the only one to awaken,
From a peaceful undisturbed sleep...
To feel immediately the presence of guilt?
I do.
Sometimes I do.
However...
I keep my routine the way it is.
I am the product of my experiences.
And naïve I am not.
Nor thoroughly innocent.
But feelings of GUILT?
Because I am happy?
Absolutely makes no sense!
Does it?
Does it to you?
What's the matter?
Why are you looking at me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whenever we approve, we can find a hundred good reasons to justify our approbation. Whenever we dislike, we can find a thousand to justify our dislike.
quote by Samuel Richardson
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When You Move Into A Place
such a lapse
happens, when you move into a place
open the door
and without asking any questions
you finally find yourself
estranged.
the server of course does not know you
but just the same
out of ignorance serves you tea
and then you awaken of that fact
this is not my place i am meant for some other else
you finish that tea
look outside and then pack yourself like a cassette
and then you move out
and you find at last
what freedom means.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Point Has Been Well Made
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
With the aid of computerized corrected text.
There has been a definite downslide in the quality of life.
And less sense is made by those who become offended,
By those who elect to publicly mention this.
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
The proof of it witnessed will not be corrected,
Until the people see it is not a focus on a leadership believed.
It is within each individual to awaken from their fantasies,
To face the truth as it is.
With a stopping of a stubborn resistance to it!
'I find your remarks socially unethical and not acceptable.'
~I don't blame you at all.
I am one of the few who has refused to renew,
My season pass to the amusement park.~
'Well...
You allowed that to expire so get off your soapbox.'
~Your point has been well made.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It makes sense
When controversy surrounds
and things blow out of proportion
remember,
that tranquility still makes sense
When tension surrounds
and mind gets exhausted
remember,
that patience still makes sense
When mystery surrounds
and logic takes a backseat
remember,
that reality still makes sense
When laughter surrounds
and the vox gets too loud
remember,
that silence still makes sense
When darkness surrounds
and the heart gets out of rhythm
remember,
that hope still makes sense
poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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If we justify war, it is because all peoples always justify the traits of which they find themselves possessed, not because war will bear an objective examination of its merits.
quote by Ruth Benedict
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Jusitfy My Love (Orbit 12" Mix)
I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me
So now what, so now what?
Chorus:
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love
I want to know you
Not like that
I don't wanna be your mother
I don't wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby
Kiss me, that's right, kiss me
(chorus)
Yearning, burning
For you to justify my love
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Talk to me -- tell me your dreams
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears
Are you scared?
Tell me your stories
I'm not afraid of who you are
We can fly!
Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me
I wanna be your baby
(chorus)
I'm open and ready
For you to justify my love
To justify my love
Wanting, to justify
Waiting, to justify my love
Praying, to justify
To justify my love
I'm open, to justify my love
song performed by by Madonna
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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed
Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.
And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!
And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.
Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.
The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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