Esoterically
Esoterically kept secluded,
Between few in a privateness meant...
To shield away from others,
An implementation secretly invented.
While those selected and chosen...
Take advantage of events,
That circumvents with a hemming in...
Of the ones 'unwanted' as intended.
To prevent the flowing of benefits to all.
Soliciting eventually the manifesting of a downfall.
And only then is it expected,
An open invitation extended to participate...
Takes place.
To keep the deceivers from losing their share.
With a keeping of them from a disgrace to face,
Esoterically.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Directed Evil Is Expected To Be Feared
What is baffling about this whole process,
Is the time spent listening to those complain...
That the ones they have chosen to despise,
And selected to be their opponents...
Are not playing fair.
And have taken their positions as victims...
To levels that benefit them to an advantage.
They actually seem to mock those who pride their hatred.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
Why can't those who have been selected to be despised,
Just go away and coil in despair?
But no!
They seem to be relishing in the idea of it.
And have chosen instead,
To traumatize the very ones...
Who are doing their best,
To perfect their hatred against them.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impersonal Third Person Invitations
I've never been into,
Impersonal third person invitations.
With expectations that I participate,
In the enjoyment of activities.
I believe if someone wants me,
To appear in their environment personally...
At least that wish to me 'personally',
Should from them be extended.
'You didn't show.
And we expected you.'
I didn't receive from 'you' an invitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking Away From That Which Limits
Every new beginning,
Proves to advantage with benefits.
And those letting go of that which is old,
Do it to not reminisce what is missed...
But to welcome a freshness,
Never before visited.
With steps to take...
Breaking away from that which limits.
Memories experienced,
Will always be there to unwind at times.
It is difficult to escape from that which took place.
But change we do as seasons come to go.
To hesitate and not embrace change,
Is not the purpose of one's life to live...
Perceiving it is possible,
One can prevent what is meant to grow!
Every new beginning,
Proves to advantage with benefits.
As a freshness is welcomed,
To have never before visited.
And with a breaking away from that which limits.
On the horizon the Sun rises.
And on the horizon the Sun sets.
No one should be living a life in between,
Welcoming discouragement.
Or living not to let go of regrets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experiencing Those Interests
As one who has chosen to live my life,
With an appreciation to be creative...
And many times facing opposition,
Attempting to prevent...
My experiencing those interests as I saw fit.
I sometimes felt those obstacles I confronted,
Were place on my path with a deliberateness.
And when I decided I would and could,
Overcome each one with a struggling done.
I began to realize the benefits of my own wisdom.
To refuse as I do today any invitation,
To revisit my past.
For the purposes to entertain those who believe,
I seek to joke to solict and get their laughs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definition of happiness
ITS A place we have all been to:
a place were difficulties are forgotten
were only joyful events are certain
its a place you cant go to everyday
when you get there not long enough you can stay
a place safe and secure
a shield that deflects any bad thing that could accrue
a place were poise and pride are not neglected
a place were negative thoughts, ideas are not selected
a place far away from here
a place that does not recognize fear
a place that needs along time to get to
yet you arrive and forget any negative thing you have been through
a place that effects so deep
a place were you cant fall asleep
a place that does not exist
yet we have all been there I still insist
a place that’s not defined as a dream or a fantasy
a place that is only called happiness and ecstasy
Yet it is the most beautiful place
where sound of laughter and shape of smile race
on ones face like it would be in grace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Truth And Deception
There is a difference between truth and deception.
Deception can be ignored to eventually go away.
But not too far.
Deceivers like to stick around to recruit.
Truth can not be ignored.
Nor does it hide.
It is often depicted as being evil.
By those who can not face it.
Deceivers worm they way into relationships.
Pretending they are interested,
In other people's business and how it is done.
Only to exaggerate with a demeaning of everyone.
Truth is supportive and show this by being direct.
Rarely truth is found embellishing what it is.
Since truth when accepted,
Stays unchanging and remains effective.
Deceit and those who deceive,
Stand not a chance to remain the same.
It is discovered to be defective.
And when exposed it shows much shame.
And truth when known and exposed by those who know it,
Has nothing to be shamed about.
It is proud to be what it is without having a need,
To whisper secretly from mouth to mouth as deceivers do.
As if to resuscitate to revitalize a fakeness done to prove and use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im In Disgrace
The first time that I saw you
You were the lady of my dreams.
The very next time I had to make you mine,
And I treated you like a queen.
The third time that I saw you
You treated me with such distaste,
Now I wish Id never seen your face.
Im in disgrace,
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face,
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Theres no use blaming me
And saying I was your ruination
Because it was you equally
That got us into this situation.
It wasnt lust, it wasnt rape,
It was just a mistake
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Im in disgrace. shes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Was your love real or faked?
Or was it only infatuation?
Picture you in my place.
I wish Id acted with a little less haste.
Im in disgrace.
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Oh what a waste. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Now my names dirt and Im disgraced.
Im in disgrace.
song performed by by Kinks
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It Doesn't Pay To Deceive
You know what has been made easy,
For many people to do?
Make declarations about others that are not true.
Then to have people convinced about it too.
Without the one chosen and selected to be defamed,
Knowing a thing about who has brought them shame.
Until those who believed that would advantage from this,
Are eventually discovered to become physically limited.
Or mentally sick.
If not witnessed to be suffering from both.
It doesn't pay to deceive,
With beliefs an accomplishment will be received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Protection Of Respect Expected
Clearly it will be displayed one day...
True fellowship.
With a courtesy that is felt and meant.
And none of this will need a law...
To research for documentation,
When the current regimented disarray obeyed...
Of nonsensical racism thaws to go away.
With a protection of respect expected...
That comes to visit and is welcomed stay.
No one today benefits at all from conflict.
Who is seen rejoicing from these sickening fits?
Anyone believing they hold an advantage,
By the persistent inciting of this...
Will admit how debilitating,
The insistence of this weakness is.
Only those who perceive,
They have interests to protect...
Will eventually come to see,
An advancement of limitation...
Is like an epidemic that diseases,
One's mind confined to a self inflicting quarantine...
That ravages and binds with a stagnation of lost time.
And that someday will come soon...
With a cure for all to leave these issues behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Really Benefits the Most
Those who seek to humiliate others
By finding ways to undermine their characters
With youthful sick tricks...
Hoping no one will discover,
They have been behind all of it!
Will find themselves eventually the victim.
Since there is a higher consciouness,
Aware of all of this slanderous mischief!
And in these days we live,
It does not pay to give into temptations
That deceive.
One never knows who really benefits the most,
From being chosen as the one...
Selected to become victimized!
Actions done to undermine...
Are returned to unravel the doer's mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Take a Rocket Scientist
The duality of false representation,
Eventually shows the origin...
From where it has been created.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And it doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To connect the culprits to their deeds.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
There is a trail of incompetence,
Wherever they go...
With a wish to get acknowledgement,
And undeserving praise.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And unfortunate are those,
Committed to follow.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And shoulders to cry on,
They seek to weep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obedient To Subservience
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
A subservience inflicted had been intended to restrict,
Those teased although strickly limited.
And yet today,
The ones who stood in the way to delay and prevent...
Opportunities meant for everyone,
To taste...
Have been from them taken away.
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
But those who insisted to exclusively greed,
Have discovered they regret such a selfish need to feed.
Obedient to subservience,
Has come to open the eyes of those self serving...
With an overwhelming permanance,
That exposes a blindness hindsight can not remove.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perceived To Accept A Fall
No one is resistent,
To a barrage of criticisms.
I don't know anyone who is.
But I do know of one who isn't.
A sponge to soak up jokes told to provoke...
By those folks stroking egos,
With a mocking done constantly...
To annoy as others do a snooping,
Close to scope...
Initiates within me a resentment.
And even though I can not prevent what others do...
I can choose to refuse,
An amusement done at my expense.
And I am convinced...
It is not how someone is perceived to accept a fall,
By a misdeed thrown.
It is how someone takes a hit,
And gets over it quickly!
With an advantage taken that clearly benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations Invented
It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And appears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.
It is apparent,
As the feeling in one's fingertips.
Even if some are numb to these senses...
The implementation done,
Has been imprinted.
Without effective lament.
Sensations invented,
Are meant to be left as sentiments.
Emotions within to mend with a willingness...
Are absent of attention.
At least hints intended,
Are not given to them.
It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And reappears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.
It is apparent,
As the feeling in one's fingertips.
Even if some are numb to these senses...
The implementation done,
Has been imprinted.
Without effective lament.
And we,
The people...
Receive beliefs under steeples.
Although through a peephole we peek.
To behold as told!
With full comrepension,
We desperately seek.
Prisoners of limited knowledge told.
To live with wishes to fulfill.
But then to become victims,
To that which we do not know!
It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And appears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.
Dismissing an acceptance,
That could be generated but disappears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Xenophobe At Disneyworld (a Trigee Poem)
A..............Presumed Predestined
Never.............Conclusion, in a
ending..........Reign of outlived xenophobic seclusion, coming
Way............. To take a loud nap of discrimination,
Out...............In the room temperature of publicly
Hidden...............Always grandiose theme parking.
Outlandishly and.......Childishly
Chosen..............Ambiguous centers, of invisible stranger land,
By..................Ticketed offenders of oxygen.
Seen................Esoterically challenged robed magicians,
Eccentrically.........Hovering over the child flock
Challenged............Near the overextended human, fearing
Naturally..............Home bound ordinary
Acquired Member..........And limited by imperfection,
Of......................Socially exhausting hatred, of
The...................Man unknown in a
Rite Of..............Normal activity.
The...................Now only thoroughly trafficked
Scion.................Of motor vehicles with
Passage Traitor.........Licence plates,
Exiting................In line.
Disneyworld.........He waits panicked in terror.
poem by jonathan Juarez
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No Benefits For You to Reap
You willfully played the wrong ones cheap.
The dangling carrot you chased,
Had no benefits for you to reap.
And continuously you pleaded the 5th.
Instead of revealing the deceivers as creeps.
And now you are left...
To sit with them in the hot seat.
And those who observe justice upon you being served,
Are those you took for granted as you slandered them.
Now they do lunch while enjoying seeing every bit of you,
Being pummeled in disgrace and crunched in their faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rossi was the first to describe another system working with valves in parallel; it has the advantage that it can easily be extended to coincidences between more than two events, and is therefore predominantly used today.
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And Furthermore...
If those chosen who have obtained,
Untouchable status...
And there are many who are self ordained,
Began to scrutinize and fire from positions...
The ones hand picked and selected,
To represent their standards valued.
There would be few people left if any at all,
Impressive enough to still maintain,
A wholesome pretentiousness that is a must.
To keep intact their annointed declarations.
Without...
A casting about a tainting of false images.
Images expected to reflect the 'ideal'.
But not the reality that a self righteous...
Holier-than-thou presentation sustains,
That many have grown to imitate with the best of hypocrisy.
AND..
Are the causes for the uprising of threats,
Used to confuse the minds of those already proving...
To rebel against this process invented and documented,
Around the world.
Those few who are dissenting from such correctness,
Just do not get it!
And should be removed from their seats of assumed power,
To be publicly denounced as mentally and physically...
Unable to perform their tasks with the utmost intended integrity.
And furthermore...
To show that they are not capable to do this,
Is an abomination to all who are appalled by such behavior.
As evident by those who can no longer contain their disgust.
'I have to think about the use of 'And furthermore...'
It sounds too,
Proclamationish.
However...
I do like the formality it generates..
But I do think you should read this 'after' and not 'before',
Dinner is served.
How do the others feel about it? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Does Them In
So sad are they with minds limited.
They had paid to obtain an intelligence...
But leave schools degreed,
Without one hint...
Of how to apply common sense.
And they seek employment...
With resumés that say they qualify!
But not a thought connects,
That proves a thinking process.
Although they are selected.
Because of their hair...
And the color of their eyes.
And salaried they are...
To expose their incompetence...
That eventually represents,
A complete ineptness.
But that does not prevent,
A promotion based only...
On their attractiveness!
And they are placed in positions,
To discourage those who are far more brilliant!
Why?
To protect a host of insecurities.
As they try to thrive on greed...
As a bleeding economy dies.
Without an implementation,
Of an embracing did...
With a true diversification done!
And this does them in,
In the end!
Human resources neglected,
Does not lead to one's success.
Regret is what one frets.
Regret is what is left and met.
Regret is what reflects the mess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chemistry Communicated
I will not be your escape
Trained to participate
In weekend escapades
Or chase a clock to meet you
On a pre planned schedule
I seek a seriousness with,
Anyone I regard as special
That is going to share my likes
With a decision that my dislikes
Can and will be acceptable
I do not ask for much
But a chemistry communicated
That is kept in touch
Seems to me to be ideal
Especially if I am expected to 'feel' you
Everytime you open your mouth
To say something crazy
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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