Enamored
I can understand,
Someone being enamored...
By the effects of the 'after'.
But it is always the 'before',
People choose to ignore...
Without knowing what it takes,
To get to that place...
Where the 'after' has acceptance.
I've been there and too aware,
What I must do to protect...
That which I respect.
Since the awaiting for it to happen,
Has taken too long to materialize...
For me not to acknowledge or realize,
My blessings.
And from 'Whom' they came to be bestowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are 'Bestowed' the Blessings
Remember this...
To you are bestowed the blessings.
Gifts given to which through you flow.
Those blessings are for you to share.
Your presence 'is' a blessing.
However...
Your wish to be worshipped,
As if you are The Creator...
Of the light that glows.
Is not the way it works.
Or the way it goes.
To you are 'bestowed' the blessings.
The Creator provides,
Those blessings to be bestowed.
The Creator,
Provides...
Those blessings,
To be bestowed.
Remember this...
You are 'bestowed' the blessings.
To assist.
Not create to provide.
Many get this twisted.
To stir up for themselves,
Endless conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grassroots And By-Products Of The Ghetto
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
I also see the reasons why...
So many have sacrificed the giving of time and their lives,
To eventually walk away from that which has been cemented...
In minds wanting things to remain just the way they are.
'I'm not asking you to do 'as' I do.
You will do as I say you do,
In my home and I hope that is understood.
No one here seeks your judgement to pass.
Or have asked for it.
And how you handle your business,
May not be a wish how I will handle mine.
I am comfortable here if you're not go home.
To be or not to be as you choose.
I am not confused as to who I am.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Choose To Die
People choose to die
He smokes even though he knows each smoke he takes kills him
People choose to die
She stays with him even though he beats her every night
People choose to die
He continues to be a prostitute even though he's been living with HIV for the last 3 years.
People choose to die
She drinks and drives even though she's been in 15 drunk driving accidents. Even hit a little girl.
People choose to die.
Thats what we fail to realize.
(6-23-09)
poem by London Turner
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What One Creates
Not one to inspect,
Over another's collection.
To brush quickly through...
With reviews or suggestions.
I realize the pain it takes...
To select what will be saved,
By refurbishing what is accepted...
And tossing away,
What doesn't make the grade.
I can't be the critic,
To make that choice.
Although I feel forced,
For an opinion to voice!
I much rather watch,
Portraits hung!
I know what it takes to get to that place.
For seconds it may take
To critique...
The lifetime of one that completes,
From a nothingness...
To what a 'nothingness' can become!
And to observe without effort...
The skills it takes to get this done,
I am not so unwise to realize...
What one creates,
And what 'that' takes...I appreciate.
Unlike some,
Who are please to critique!
With eyes that are fast,
And feet quick to run!
If emotions aren't instantly attached...
Or imaginations unused are fused,
To conform with those with none!
I choose to be 'there! '
In the 'moment'...
To observe and be aware.
With a patience I enlist.
Knowing creativity shared like this...
And on display,
Deserves much more...
Than my quips without wit!
Or thoughtless comments made...
As if my pleasure to judge what's produced,
Will boost a huge ego...
I'm already trying to reduce!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gaia
(olivia newton-john)
I am your mother--born of the sun
I gave you shelter--what have you done?
Your hearts in turmoil--my worlds in pain
I need to turn you back home again
I am a woman--i am the rain
And like your father--i feel the betrayed
What you are doing--can be undone
You know the answers--tell everyone
Respect me
Respect me
I need you to protect me
For it is you not me
Whose fates in jeopardy
Respect me
Respect me
I need you to protect me
For it is you not me
Thats the part you fail to see
I am the forest--now Im a tree
The air is dirty--i cannot breathe
My streams run empty--my tears run dry
My children call me--dont let us die
Respect me
Respect me
I need you to protect me
For it is you not me
Whose fates in jeopardy
Respect me
Respect me
I need you to protect me
For it is you not me
Thats the part you fail to see
I love my children and Ive been your home
But Ill survive this--if Im alone
Im survivor--but you will be gone
Lets start a new world--from this day on
Respect me
Respect me
I need you to protect me
For it is you not me
Whose fates in jeopardy
Respect me
Respect me
I need you to protect me
For it is you not me
Thats the part you fail to see
For it is you not me
Thats the part you fail to see
Oh respect me
Oh respect me
I need you to protect me
For it is you not me
Thats the part you fail to see
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Path Of Time
Whether of present or past
Or future if you please
The time that you portray
Moves only for yourself
Some choose to live in the past
Lost hopes and dreams they share
But time only last
Until they release the burden they bear
Some choose to live in the present
And behold the sights of each day
A balance of decisions for 10 second frames
And everything always seems fair
Some people look towards the future
To see long term effects unfold
However long it takes to get there
They keep persisting towards their goal
I chose to live in the present
Ignore the past and future presence
And live life like I will not see the next day
And still not have to care
But if I provide an example
For past, present, or future
My path is still my own
And moves only for myself
poem by Logan Fulk
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On The Other Side Of The Door
If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
WHY would anyone choose to sit,
Ignoring what has been given...
Because they have decided,
If what is on the other side...
Would be something,
They would choose to like.
And...this is BEFORE,
Any approach was made...
By them towards the door.
If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
And one does not take advantage of this,
But wishes to be given clues and hints?
That key...
That opens that one door,
With opportunities awaiting?
Has been given to someone...
Looking for their ship to sail in.
Even if that ship was on the other side of the door.
'Captain?
We are still awaiting for the arrival of your chosen passenger.
Perhaps there has been a misunderstanding? '
~Do not worry about it.
We will cater to the ones who did use their keys.
We are not here to convince.
Just service.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Risk
You put your name in a box with a million others not knowing what the prize will be.
A person mixes them around
And your name gets called.
You go onto the stage and wonder what the prizes will be.
The woman says choose door 1 or door 2.
You chose door 1 hoping it will be a car or a trip to Hawaii.
Door number 1 opens and you realize it is just a bunch of bikes.
You get down at first but then realize it was worth the risk.
For many people would love to get a chance at winning a prize even if they don't win.
For life is about taking risks.
Some go our way and some don't.
But at least we don't wonder forever what will happen if we don't.
For live is too short to wonder about what will happen.
So take the risk and it will be worth while no matter what happens.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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If That Is Done Now
Today...
Be aware of time,
As it is now.
Be conscious and forgiving,
Of what is done.
As if you have only one opportunity...
To escape, correct or ignore what takes place.
Tomorrow...
Be aware of time,
As it is now.
Be conscious and forgiving,
Of what is done.
As if you have only one opportunity...
To escape, correct or ignore what takes place.
Yesterday...
Wasting it wishing,
You had been more conscious...
Is why you have today.
There is always time to mend and correct...
If that is done now!
Since there is no other time like it is right now.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Further Hesitating in the Waste of Time
I understand where you are going with this.
I even understand,
Why you might want this addressed.
But understanding 'you'...
I will never consider my priority.
Perhaps your therapist has you thinking,
You are okay.
And that is the reason your therapist gets paid.
But the time I have been given,
To live my life as I wish...
To adventure and explore,
Every moment of it...
I am going to do that.
Since...
It has only been a few years,
I realized I can do that and more...
Without asking for anyone's approval.
Or assistance.
And today?
I know what I can choose to accept.
Or choose to ignore.
And today and days ahead,
I will choose to ignore...
A further hesitating in the waste of time,
Others find important.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words of Encouragement
Wanting something to happen without desire,
Does not materialize that which is wished to occur.
It takes patience and motivation,
Sacrifice and nerve.
Some believe all it takes is someone else,
To do it for them.
Then sit back to believe there is an ease to it.
While they offer words of encouragement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Examination Is a Process That Must Take Place
I am not one up to addressing stress.
Or the affects of neglecting the effects of it.
But those who defend and protect the obviousness
Of their own unhappiness,
Because they choose to keep their stress kept secret...
Can not be helped.
I've dealt with it myself to know the steps.
People who have already decided to over-medicate themselves...
Have chosen not to face their own reflections.
And self examination is a process that must take place,
If anyone is going to progress beyond their afflictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mind Confined To Childhood
I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.
Since I will always remember these words...
'Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You'.
And yet some people expect acceptance,
No matter what it is they may say to deceive.
Or do to another out of sight for others to see.
To put a blame on someone else!
'There Is No Tree You Can Hide Behind,
Thinking You Can Not Be Seen.'
My mother would often say this to me,
When I hated to do her assigned chores cheerfully.
I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.
But to tolerate a consistent foolishness from another,
Has been removed from my agenda to acknowledge...
A wasting of a mind confined to childhood does no good,
Or represent a healthy sanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Stipulative Discovery
(Idle hands are Satan’s work shop)
People don’t understand…
How fragile they are…
Not doing good by far…
(Like a sweet restraint…I see us)
To become accepted is like…
The main appetizer in a meal…
Love bad or good is real…
A body acceptance of entry…
To forbidden places of it’s owner…
Crying out in whispers…
Saying is that me?
Oh how lovely I am ….
How can this touch…this kiss…
Mean so much to me…
From where are these feeling…
Coming…
Mother never mention to me…
Concerning such un-spoke… of places…
The…sensation…
Wow…My body is amazing…
The reason for thinking one is in love…
I still cannot understand…
There is much of me to protect…
For I am…Queen…
Every man’s dream…
Stop man’s plot…
Trespass me not…
My relationship shall and will not…
Be a blot…
Respect of me is more then…
A marry-go-round ride…
I am self pride…
I am woman…
The gift to man…
Respect my whole being…
Or just keep on walking…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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When This Is Comprehended
There is something that can be said,
About those willing to learn
Entertain with those experiences,
They've obtained.
And attempt to teach.
I respect them for having the patience.
Some folks perceive their lives,
As a one shot deal to be entertained.
And they go about it,
With the feeding of this need.
And feeling themselves blessed,
They are not suffering poverty or homelessness.
And there are those who realize,
The blessings we have are given to us to test.
As God giveth
God taketh awayeth.
And when this is comprehended
The connecting of dots become easier to acknowledge.
And accomplish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Universe Is Yours
Nourish me with ALL that You have,
And ALL that I deserve.
I am the fruit of Your creation...
On this Earth,
Your Magnificence,
Is without question...
Divinely Superb!
And ALL that You give,
Is mine with a forgiveness...
Unconditionally bestowed upon me,
As You I serve.
Nothing less,
Will I accept if You reject it...
The best from You is there...
And with Your blessings I accept this!
Nothing else can please my needs,
If I 'should' forget You are near!
Or ignore your whispers in my ear!
This Universe is Yours,
And everywhere I seek You first!
I thirst for You...
My Father.
And within me it is clear,
You are right here...
And I am aware of it!
And in everything I do to prove,
Your guidance moves all obstacles too!
This I can do with a fate that is Your will.
I am Your son,
You are my Father!
With Unquestioned faith,
Inside of me I feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Date Are You Awaiting
What date are you awaiting,
To appreciate your life?
What security you believe is promised...
If you elect a future that delights.
Unfortunately your hesitation,
Will not outpace what has taken place.
And what has taken place,
Is not addressing your patience at all.
In fact what you think will provide a safety net...
Is no longer there to comfort your sudden fall.
And scheduled dates you have prioritized,
Have long passed you as you stalled.
What date are you awaiting,
To appreciate your life?
What date is that you have yet to realize,
Is not there for you to call.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eat Of This Fruit
Men just think…you've always…
Been close to God…
You are HIS first creation…
The vicegerent…
Over the Garden …now that Garden…
Walks on two legs as you…
Just think of the blessings…
God would bestow upon you…
For respecting, that which HE…
Birth from you…and then gave to you…
Your own Garden of Eden (paradise) …
If you will…you, would have never…
Never abused (paradise) as you have woman…
Which is now your personal Garden…
(Paradise, Eden,) you are to protect, love, honor, and
Cherish Her…
So She may acknowledge good fruit…
Can't you see…THAT She is your…
Blessing of all time…
Wake, walk-up my brother or you will surely…
Die…often…
She is yours to respect and protect no matter what…
Level of life she may live…
God…Left Eden in your control…
My…how the mighty (man) forgets…
How he became so mighty…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The compulsion to do good is an innate American trait. Only North Americans seem to believe that they always should, may, and actually can choose somebody with whom to share their blessings. Ultimately this attitude leads to bombing people into the acceptance of gifts.
quote by Ivan Illich
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On A Daily Basis
I am often humbled,
By those expressions made
Regarding my thoughts...
With any impressions,
They have laid to stay in minds.
I find I am fascinated.
Whether appreciated or not,
I have to stop sometimes to wonder.
This I've been doing for such a while now.
And I try to maintain a comprehension about life,
With curiosity.
And that isn't easy to express at times.
Especially when my feelings,
Are not heightened by a respect I should let show.
Finding a pinch given gets more attention,
Than a peck on the cheek with cheesiness.
And I ain't that kind of a writer.
And I've been attacked for being black.
Not because I express that!
But...
Because my comments offend,
Those pretending I should not notice bigotry displayed.
Or that I have not been in contact with racism.
I am aware of Disneyland but I've never been.
I can only elaborate on my own personal encounters.
Especially regarding my own life.
With obstacles, strife and tribulations.
Like others who write and many who do not,
There are things I dislike.
There are aches and pains and sufferings I've gained,
From this experience.
But...
Do I choose to dwell on them?
Sure I do.
When it feels good to do it!
But what purpose is being achieved?
A bonding with agony?
Please.
I was in the military,
With guys who bragged about their wounds.
And displayed scars like badges.
On the regular.
So many people carry and share their frustrations.
As if life is an experience only known to a few who live it!
And I've learned life is to be enjoyed!
With as much happiness one allows.
And I say allow!
Since so many choose not to do that!
Many have chosen to be victims.
Listen to them.
This is not denied.
When I discovered peace of mind...
I did not realize I had to pay for it!
Yes!
It ain't free.
And I did with tears, heartache...
And emotional investments!
With lost dignity too.
I held onto my identity.
I knew early it was precious.
One day my faith awakened me with sunlight so bright!
And nature awaiting my acceptance to share it.
I felt at one with the Earth.
I felt I had to thank it
For allowing me to leech upon its goodness.
And not to my surprise the Earth complied.
I expressed a gratefulness to God,
For all the gifts I received that came unwrapped.
I felt a release from entrapments.
And I rid myself of limitations.
Knowing if I was to be ignorant about anything...
Affecting my experience.
There was a lot of misunderstanding I refused to admit.
I had to let that go.
It showed on my face too much.
Today I choose to be naive.
About many things.
With a clarity that there is so much I'd like to learn.
On a daily basis.
I choose to have my life to live it.
Carrying around bitterness is such a waste of time.
Especially when time, as we know it...
IS for the most part,
A human illusion!
Made to market and appease frustrations.
And shopping can frustrate more than constipation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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