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Even Still No One Admits

Decades have been spent,
Defending the nonsense.
Those who spoke of it,
As it was and still is...
Have long been ostracized,
For making comments...
Considered by many,
To be negative!
And not reflective,
Of the good side of life!
A quality long on the downslide.

Well...
Now that everyone affected,
Can no longer rely on denials.
Generations of waste...
Seems to be stuck on pretentious faces.
Even still no one admits,
Just how deep in sssshhh...quicksand
They truly are!
And those of 'insight'
Refuse to be in view!
Saying repeatedly, 'I told you so! '
Is not what those of consciousness,
Choose to do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When, in Actuality...

If one has spent,
A lifetime of feeding upon nonsense...
With an unquestioned defending of it,
Difficult will it be...
To free one from such a mindset,
Of restricted limitations...
That does not afford one,
Eye opening and boundless visions...
Expanding one's consciousness.

Especially,
When there has been an enforcement to label...
Those around one,
As weirdos, misfits and freaks.
The very ones they have been taught to despise,
With a disrespect that is complete.

When,
In actuality...
These are the people who are 'not' in desperate need,
To change their lives.

When,
In actuality...
People like this long ago ostracized,
May have been the ones criticized...
However,
Reality has always been a consciousness for them lived.
And not one attempted to hide.

And today,
Those now found crying with tear duct swollen eyes...
Have too late awakened to realize,
Every known aspect of their lives...
Has been totally based upon manipulation.
And a deception of beliefs...
That has thrived upon platforms of lies and denials.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quicksand of Lust

Walking through the jungle
All of the sudden, you’re stuck
With him
Such a happy occasion
Such good luck
You're with him in the quicksand of lust

It's going very slowly
But it's okay
As long as you're together
Nothing else matters in the quicksand of lust

Halfway through
And you're still together
Things look bad
He produces a lever, and pulls himself out
You are left in the quicksand of lust

Nearly over your head
You begin to panic
You're starting to submerge even quicker
Oh no, what’s, this what happened?
You suffocate, alone, in the quicksand of lust

poem by Salimah Davis
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Protective Defense Mechanism

Those who complain about what some do...
And leave the focusing on handling their own business,
In the hands of others...
Should be ashamed.
That...
They are not.

Instead...
They seem to express a pride,
They have been absolutely accountable...
For nothing!
And those who show responsibility,
Are the ones most likely to be disrespected.

At one time these comments made,
Were considered negative and detrimental...
To the growth and prosperity,
Of inner city neighborhoods.

Today...
These comments made,
Are considered negative and detrimental...
To the growth and prosperity,
Of inner city neighborhoods.

Living in denial is still an ambition,
Many keep as a protective defense mechanism...
To prevent truth to heal and mend,
Long held ignorant wounds.
Truth for many,
Is still believed to be the enemy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wished In Retrospect

How legitimate can contributions,
Of a poet made can be?
If comparisons are made to another poet,
Who spoke from a time...
When poets expressed themselves,
From a different philosophy...
That occurred in a past be gone history.

I always accepted poetry to be commentaries,
Of that which depicted activities existing.
But there are those who today compare,
A cobbledstoned road of yesteryear...
To a highway today needing constant updating.
Since those who travel on it...
Have mentioned little interest,
Of using a covered horsedrawn wagon!

And most people afraid,
Will always attempt to validate nonsense.
Since this nonsense becomes romanticized...
As a time when exquisite etiquette was expressed,
As wished in retrospect...
By those whose ancestors were highly illiterate.
And lived amongst themselves in a welcomed ignorance.

And some like me are today told...
Our poetry is not European,
Therefore the quality of it...
Will never achieve exquisiteness.

And I sit to compose caring less,
About comments made by those...
Who have chosen themselves,
As images of correctness...
When generations of them,
Have chosen to digress!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2007

'What are you doing? '

Packing!

'Packing? Where are you going? '

I've decided I have had enough,
And I am getting rid of some stuff
That has got to go!
I woke up this morning
And was determined
To catch all bullshit by surprise!
It is no longer going to lay its eyes on my life!
I have grown tired of having my happiness
Be jeopardized by nonsense...
Excuses.
Self induced fears of being accepted.
Seeking acceptance from those who disrespect.
Neglecting my desires because of someone else's mess!
And I'm not having it anymore!
When that BS wakes up...
It's going to be on the other side of my door!
Two thousand and seven is going to arrive,
Finding me like never before!
Ready to explore the me I've ignored for too long!
Two thousand and six...
Took some hits on my life!
And all the shit associated with it,
I am kicking to the curb!

'Oh! So you're not going anywhere? '

Sssshhh! ...
I want this to be a surprise!
All this baggage is going to be gone,
By sunrise!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Couldn't find

I couldn’t believe eyes
As she bore a name of Sheri Columbus
I knew what was unique and famous]
The new land was found known as states

I had kept this day for finding special friends
Some unknown faces were to come at the day end
I found one of the best comments put forward
Those were, indeed, highly spoken words

I ventured to at her profile and put nice invitation
It was all about strengthening friendship and relation
“I used to rarely add men to my page” the message read
But later some of the words spoke highly to plead

Yes those words spoke of high integrated and philosophical mind
Where on earth good friends are available and make easy find
“Why on earth I would not want every one as friend”
“Why not share the insight and wisdom” reflected her new trend

I was stunned to look at her shining face
It spoke of something more and required tot race
A point to highlight about her personality
Her eyes spoke of sun’s glare with fine quality

She has brilliant face with imposing will
It is obviously a ladies weapon but not to kill
It may speak highly of a hidden soul
Natural way of leading life without any foul

It would be unnecessary to paint anything about body
It is gift from almighty and business of nobody
Many may see it from different angle and perception
But of course she deserved to be mentioned in “caption”

The beautiful cross reveals it all
You are akin to receiving generous calls
I may not be alone to appreciate and praise
As many might have been failed to in long chase

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Labored Dreams

Too long in a deep sleep,
I had to have been.

My ideals now swept away...
In view of the sadness,
Etched on once judgemental faces.

Did they not tease,
And refuse to acknowledge my aspirations?
Believing themselves to keep and dispense,
My every wish...
If they so chose to deliver without suspense.
And they loved to see my anger show.

Those of quickened steps paced,
Kept busy in a haste.
Now slowed by unemployment.
And a loss of dignity.

Did they not do that to me?
Crude and rude and thoughtlessly.

Too long in a deep sleep,
I had to have been.
To witness this stripping done.
And a quality of life lived,
Suddenly gone from some.

With more to come to know this...
Shifting of an economic sting.

Thought by many,
Never to their doorstep to bring.
Not with such a shutting down...
Of their labored dreams.

And the apathy shown...
To those too familiar with their struggles,
Dismissed.
Seem today more now than ever...
To be understood as it is lived.

With few feeling an empathy sincerely given.
Or a willingness to share,
Their dependence on subsidized grief...
That forces them to pinch,
On a daily basis.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So I Am Told

There is one thing some have yet to discover about impatience.
So I am told.
Less thought with implusive action...
Has a longer unexpected regret span of time,
To reflect upon wishing to have taken more patience!
After finding that having remorse,
Seems to endorse an activity of self infliction...
By an awakened consciousness.
Sitting to never go away.
Even with the aid of good medication...
So I am told!

This can not be taught.
So I am told.
It has to be experienced.
So I am told.
And somehow,
Eventually...
This lesson is learned.
So I am told.

And I wonder why it is I am...
The one this is often told?
Since I am not the one soliciting this advice,
From anyone!
I've got too much to do.
With little time to listen to such nonsense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Long Will I Love You?

How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I can
How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan
How long will I be with you
As long as the seasons need to
Wash upon the sand
How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far
How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you
As long as you are
How long will I give to you
As long as I live to you
However long you say
How long will I love you?
As long as the stars are above you
And longer, if I can

song performed by by Waterboys
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I've Spent To Long

I've spent to long not caring,
I've spent to long away,
And now you want me back,
To live just like before,
You want to take my hand again,
You want my love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And my love it flew away.

I've spent to long in solitude,
I've spent to long in hope,
And now you want me in your arms,
To stay and hold you close,
You want to take my love again,
Feel despair take it's place,
But I've spent to long in solitude,
And you've lost this blood soaked race.

I've spent to long not caring,
Spent to long away,
Spent to long denying,
I've spent to long awake,
And now you want my slumber,
You want a love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And love? It fades away.

poem by Holly Heron
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That Time Has Been Found

No one will ever be praised,
For being outspoken...
Or giving an honest assessment.
That strips away all pretense.
Not in places,
Where people become embarrassed...
And take offense to them given.
People show their reaction,
By becoming irate and belligerent.

And for whatever the reason,
In these same places...
People will come together,
In planned meetings to discuss...
Their disgust with the downslide,
Of their once valued quality of life.
And will argue amongst themselves,
About no one caring enough to speak up.
Or express their concerns from their gut!

'You and a few others,
Were not at the last community meeting.
And we issued notices to everyone,
Regarding the importance of attending.
Why weren't you there? '

~If I remember correctly,
It was you who told us where we could go.
And what we could kiss before we did it!
And I personally decided,
I can find a better use if I choose to waste my time.
And I am happy to acknowledge,
That time has been found.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Can Not Be Served As Dessert

When truth becomes a negative aspect,
Of one's reality.
And it solicits unwarranted snide remarks?
Danger is embraced!
Dishonesty becomes apparent...
And blatantly shown upon one's face!

When truth becomes a negative aspect...
Those who know it well and tell it,
Are the ones who become disgraced!
Especially in places,
Where truth has been replaced...
By a sharing of deception,
That chases away facts distorted...
With accepted receptions.

And those demeaned,
For the audacity of crushing lies...
Told by the ones with insecurities to hide,
Are ostracized!
No matter how obvious,
The truth for them does not inside their minds reside!
A diminished quality of life becomes celebrated...
In campaigns of support,
With a rejoicing undenied!

Truth is deserted...
When it can not be served,
As dessert!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Followers Blinded

'Behold not long those days you crave.
Things that enslave will craze.
And those who seethe will rage and bleed! '

They were warned and told,
Long before the arrival of those...
Spiritual Deities.
Now amongst us trying to prevent,
A further downslide into a darkened decadence.
One that is irreversible.
But excused as making sense.
By those who are sold on division.
And convinced that enlightenment is sin,
Demon sent.
And they have become the followers blinded...
In their blatant representation that has addicted.
With a wickedness inflicted in their minds to sit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Refuse

Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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In Tones Of Nonconformity

Systematically,
And with a pinch of strategy...
An addiction to mediocrity condoned,
Has replaced the drive to achieve...
A higher state of mental activity.

In fact,
Being illiterate and lacking in intelligence...
Is as welcomed as acquiring skills to deceive.
If one happens to live,
In certain communities...
Where the acceptance of nonsense,
Brings one a life of ease and thoughtlessness.

Cynical?
Those expressions have long been dismissed,
As pessimistic!
And somehow pessimism today seems to be the goal,
By the ones who chose to ostracized the ones...
Who spoke in tones of nonconformity.

And nonconformity?
Everyone seems to be caught in the act of it.
They call them activists now.
Prior to this...
Those with the same ideals to awaken others,
Were labelled militants or agitating nationalists.
And everything else derogatory to ignore.
And these were the people making attempts to save humanity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All If Not Most Of Their Lives

As long as it is perceived,
There is an advantage had...
By keeping the facts from being known,
And people kept away from truth to be shown...
There will always be martyrs to come and go,
To fight against those...
Defending to protect a worshipping of deceptions.

And difficult it is to do this when that struggle is against...
The ones conditioned to accept lies told to them,
All if not most of their lives!
Since a sleeping in a deep darkness slept,
Where they find comfort that will benefit and prevent...
Any appearance of light that has an appetite to destroy,
Insight to brighten and widen their visions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even If Neither One Of Us Admits It

My life is not consumed by negativity.
To mention that which exists,
Is to acknowledge it for what it is.
To ignore that which is to ignore,
With a hope one day it will go away...
Well,
Does little for my imagination.
Nor does it benefit the reality...
Of a life I wish to live,
In complete consciousness.

My life is not consumed by negativity.
However...
The way you choose to view 'your' life,
Is entirely your business.
We need not form a partnership.
Or argue in debate over our differences.
Both of us will still seem to benefit.
Even if neither one of us admits it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Happy At It

Whatever that is,
Making you feel good...
About you and who you are.
Keep doing that!
And be happy at it.

Do not strain your brain,
Listening to a multitude of opinions...
From those who prefer to see you change.
Or those who complain,
About how you are different.
And somehow you are not the same...
As you were twenty years ago,
When you were stuck with a given nickname.

Just be 'you'.
And be good at it too!

Some people seek approval,
Of every move made.
Even faking moods...
If another is not pleased,
With an attitude you've chosen...
They did not choose.

Whatever that is,
Making you feel good...
About you and who you are.
Keep doing that!
And be happy at it.

Refuse to be an addict to habits,
Others enforce...
Because their lives are full of static.
Erratic and nomadic.
And confused!

Just be 'you'.
And be good at it too!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The spirit of God

Life is simple
Life is both good and bad
Choose the good side

Life is right and wrong
Do what is right
Life offers wisdom and foolishness
So be wise

It is full of poverty and riches
But it is better to rich
Than to be poor

Life offer us happiness and sadness
Choose happiness
It is sore evil to like destruction
But a blessing to be a savior

Life is both positive and negative
So be positive
It is better to be strong
Than to be weak
Bad at the button
But better at the peak

Life is sweet and bitter
Taste it sweetness
All these shows heaven and hell
God and the devil
So choose God

poem by Matt Ancient
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Long As

As softly as the wind blows
As quitely as the grass grows
Is as sure as love does flow.
Truly as the sky is blue
As long as there has been two
Is as long as my loves been for you.
As long as there has been night
Longer than there has been light
Is as long as you'll be at my side.
As long as there has been day
As long as words I can write and say
Is as long for love man and me have prayed.
As long as I will live my life
As long as I will battle with my strife
Is as long as I know that love is right.
As long as there has been a tear
As long as I have shown no fear
Is as sure, as I wish you were here.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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