End Result
You may wish to give me suggestions
To encourage my belief that I can not be or do something.
But you are not going to prevent me to believe
I can not do something.
Or replace my dreams with yours.
That's been done to me too many times before.
You have shown me your weaknesses.
I am your brother and you regard me,
As if...
I am here to exist for you.
Aren't we all here to exist to benefit one another?
You are much too naïve.
And programmed to receive the wrong signals from me.
What I can do is to prove to you what I can not!
These days you have exposed too much incompetent thinking.
In other words...
The process taken is to be admired.
But the end result for your kind of mindset...
Is for you,
Regrettably near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Why is it believed,
By some.
What they do that has been done,
Is okay?
And an acceptance of it,
Should be kept that way.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Too many people are the 'cause'.
And not the solution to prevent.
Or a pause that should be long taken,
With no attention given spent.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Some have established themselves as 'saints'.
While others full of themselves,
Do not have to eliminate a single thing...
To emanate fumes from them that 'stink'.
And/or past tense from them that 'stank'!
Whatever is the preference.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
With their quick judgements to pass.
Like fresh air blocking gas.
A picture alone,
Paints a thousand words.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
As intended upon the return ot it.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Republic of dreams
Dreams exist when you are awake
Dreams donnot exist when your asleep
everyone wants to be free and happy, doesn't he?
You are in and out of republic of dreams, aren't you?
Dreams donnot exist when you are asleep
Dreams are awake when you are awakening, aren't they?
A Task To Mask My Weaknesses
It isn't as easy as it seems,
To teach anyone...
Who has established a mindset,
That whatever is done which they do...
Is okay no matter what it is.
Betraying others with a disrespect to display,
Is a thoughtlessness that increases to test...
Others to accept a mindset,
Deep in selfishness.
And kept protected in ways unsuspected.
Until one steps forward to protest this disregard,
There will be excuses made forever...
By the ones who perceive,
Others exist to cater to their needs.
To leave them to do as they choose and please.
'You can say what you like,
But never again...
Will I be giving you another opportunity,
To perceive my giving...
As a task to mask my weaknesses.'
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lived To Witness
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
Each moment I am given to move ahead,
I do!
And those who refuse truth to do as they choose,
Would not improve my outlook.
What will remaining fixed to reminisce prove?
I have no purpose to value or live 'today' as I exist?
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
My purpose is to live.
Give.
And from the doing of it,
Receive blessings to me that benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally, Physically and Spiritually Sick
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
They choose to disrespect one another.
Then proclaim desires for unity.
Observing them in their places of worship...
You would think heaven was on Earth.
The way they perform, dance and sing.
In praises to their hypocrisies.
And into their communities,
These hypocrisies with them they bring.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Tell them their children create havoc in the schools.
They deny this.
They want better teachers.
Tell them that crime is in their minds.
And they initiate it.
They demand for more police,
To prove you wrong.
Tell them they have no identity,
And despise themselves for who they are.
And they would cuss each other out.
On their way to church.
Pray to God and then quote scriptures.
With a love for God they say they thirst.
Come out of these dens of evil...
To cuss each other out!
Spewing scriptures and devilment,
From both sides of their mouths.
Then call you 'brother' or 'sister'.
As if they are invisible.
And nothing you've seen had played out like this!
Denying what has been observable.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Anyone exposed to this,
To digested it for what it is...
Know what these folks don't know!
And it is not a multiple choice quiz.
These folks have no idea,
They have psychological problems.
In their heads.
Between their ears!
These folks aren't aware,
They are mentally, physically and spiritually sick!
And anything that has degraded them,
Wouldn't be in their lives...
If they did not choose this to exist!
But no!
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions...
To continue to breathe exactly as is!
As if addicted to self righteousness.
Or...
Strung out on a massive crack attack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do not exist
I do not exist,
I do not breath,
I do not bleed
I do not hurt
I do not exist in your eyes,
not anymore,
I am far, far away, like
the stars that don't exist,
but still they shine and
you can see them far away,
but there not alive, there not
really there. Yes I am not there,
not for you, I do
not want your pity.
I do not want my broken smile
painted in your thoughts.
I do not exist, I am not there,
do not look for me, I do not
exist, I am not there, I am not there
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Beliefs
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
There are those with beliefs of love and hate.
With more hating to believe
There is a weakness expressed,
When one confesses to have love.
There is a sickness some accept,
Because someone has said
Sickness for them is to be expected.
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And why is it some create their own conflicts?
As if not to do them
They will be neglected.
As if to exit from them with belief
A love and peace shared by all,
Will one day by all be accepted.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And whose beliefs,
Have been made more realistic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The main thing is you and I should exist, and that we should be you and I. Apart from that let everything go as it likes. The best order of things to my way thinking, is the one I was meant to be part of, and to hell with the most perfect of worlds if I am not in it. I would rather exist, even as an impudent argufier, than not exist at all.
quote by Jean-Francois Rameau
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Does Happiness Exist?
Is happiness a myth or does it
really exist.
If it exist why are so many people
unhappy in this world.
Why do many feel so much pain
if it's really there.
Happiness is something so small
that is wanted so much.
Everyone looks for that moment
of happiness but so many never
receive it.
Does it exist?
poem by Tracey Wynn
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You Fulfill My Needs
The way You fulfill my needs...
I witness.
Those doubting You,
And insist You do not exist...
I leave them alone!
I am pleased You have shown me Your light.
And You have confirmed I do not have to prove
I am right about You!
You 'are' there!
And I am here to receive my blessings!
The way You fulfill me needs...
Keeps me devoted to You,
In constant prayer!
And I will be there attracted...
To this attachment!
What others feel about You and me,
And Your ability to please...
May 'say' they know You,
But 'why' do they moan and sigh like they do?
They way You fulfill my needs...
I witness.
I am right about You!
You 'are' there!
And I am here to receive my blessings!
The way You fulfill me needs...
Keeps me devoted to You,
In constant prayer!
The others on their knees pleading...
Seem to fear to test their faith!
And perhaps that is way they fake their closeness.
Believing You aren't near to hear them.
Trying to prosper from You,
Like thieves out of sight and out of Your view!
They way You fulfill my needs...
I witness.
And You have allowed me to see 'them' too!
You have allowed me to 'see' and know truth.
I no longer fantasize!
Thank You for opening wider my eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Process
Leave them alone!
You pose a threat,
To their process.
'Huh?
Their process?
What Process?
Their process doesn't exist! '
Sssshhh...
Quietly.
That's why you must leave them alone.
They are not aware of it.
And you...
Trying to get them to make some sense,
Is upsetting.
Just go along with it.
'Go along with what? '
The 'process'.
'But it doesn't exist.'
You know it and I know it.
Why can't you just leave it alone...
And let them pretend?
Why is it so important to you,
That they become aware and conscious?
Why?
There are several other charities,
To which you can donate your time and efforts.
In this case...
These minds have already been wasted.
Trust me.
Why do you think I whisper to you?
There are only a few of us left with the power to think.
Trust me?
Why do you think I whisper to you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do This With Interest Shown
When you have finished,
Searching for more dirt...
That has not been revealed,
To appeal to your taste.
For smearing...
Undermining and ruining,
Those who have more than paid their dues.
By the good deeds done with sacrifice,
They continue to do.
Know this,
Your investment in wickedness...
Has not been discreetly hidden.
And you are about to receive the bill,
That requires not only that you pay...
For your offenses spent to diminish and defame,
At another's expense.
But that you also do this with interest shown,
Quick.
Or something that resembles a swiftness.
And,
With such public speed exposed.
Knowing,
That your days are numbered!
And please...
Do not regard this as a warning.
Regard this as a promise of delivery,
Long overdue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Don't Exist
then who will exist
for you?
who will record
who you are and what you
have done?
nobody.
nobody.
nobody
but you.
because just like you they also
think that they don't exist
come to think of it
if all of us do not exist at all
then who exists?
nothing
nothing
nothing
it is simply absurd when the world
moves and no one is
existing
i don't exist too.
because i have learned
to live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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The world balances
The weak cannot forgive the strong.
The hare cannot spare the hunter.
The woman cannot rape a man.
The ovum cannot swim to sperms.
Man and man aren’t equal.
Man and woman aren’t equal.
So balancing is to exist.
The world balances to exist.
06.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There are tons of people who are late to trends by nature and adopt a trend after it's no longer in fashion. They exist in mutual funds. They exist in clothes. They exist in cars. They exist in lifestyles.
quote by Jim Cramer
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Never Had To Contemplate
I do not exist,
With wishes to become a poet.
And to have that validated.
I was born to be one.
And that's why I exist.
Not to prove it for purposes to debate,
But to be just who it is I am.
With a doing I have never had to contemplate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loyal In Commitment and Devoted In Deed
A damage done that has become effective,
May give some a reason to take credit.
Since a belief to keep mentalities,
Incapable of thinking without assistance...
Or appropriate coaching,
Has to be acknowledged as is done.
And...
This is an achievement sought for some,
Who feel it is important to maintain...
A noticeable number of minds shown to be incompetent.
And by doing so ensures them secured employment.
With services rendered in a manner,
That it becomes determined...
Indispensible are those who are loyal in commitment,
And devoted in deed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Exist This Proves You Don't Care
Is it the Gods who decide if we live or we die,
If it is then our lives aren't worth living,
The whole concept of life is no more than a lie,
It is cruel and yet so unforgiving.
If Gods have this power we are no more than pawns,
In a warped and sick game of chess,
If it's for them to decide if a new day dawns,
Then it's a concept, which just doesn't impress.
Who are they to dictate these sick rules?
It's the ultimate form of oppression,
If their presence is true then they treat us like fools,
It makes you wonder if they encourage transgression.
Do they live in luxury as their creations starve?
Paradise is where we're told Gods reside,
Do they drink finest wines as their beef they carve?
Why for their destitute do they not provide.
We're allowed to communicate but it's all one way,
They don't reply but still expect you to believe,
It's only dictators who won't let you have a say,
That's a thought that should make us all grieve.
Why don't they help us when assistance is required?
For accountability they have no obligation,
Yet it's preached to us they must all be admired,
They're all false would be my allegation.
For someone so strong and with so much power,
You remind me of our world's politicians,
Unachievable promises, which make the decent cower,
When found out there are no honest admissions.
If you are real then please prove me wrong,
By showing us your people you are there,
But I know you won't as it's in a fantasy you belong,
‘' If You Exist Then This Proves You Don't Care ‘'