Even the Beautiful Can Be Ugly
Whether emotionally made to be that way,
Even the beautiful can be ugly.
On display.
To be thin of depth and self reflection.
With beliefs instilled,
That begins a centeredness one notices.
As one finds it easy,
To get needs pleased quicker.
For reasons that are kept on surfaces.
And confirmed by comments,
Heard and expressed.
A society obsessed with the physicality,
Of appearances just to impress...
One day comes to face,
The shallow importance placed
On exterior façades.
To one day find itself at odds...
With those of superficial values.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Superficial Society
So I'm not good enough to hang out with your friends
You say it's a bluff, it's no lie
You want to be cool and hang with both sides
But what would they say, I'm the fool
It's a superficial society
It's a bunch of bullshit can't you see
Why wouldn't you wake up to reality
I guess backstabbing ain't the way of life for me
Open your mind and close your eyes
To the things that really persist
It's not your hair or the things you wear
That makes someone socially exist
It's hard to find yourself sometimes
Around the people with a cool policy
Why don't you let yourself unwind
And leave that lame society
Superficial society
Superficial society
Superficial society
It's all superfical to me
Superficial society
Superficial society
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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From Examples That Support
Children,
And many adults...
Instilled with beliefs,
They will and can...
Achieve against the odds,
Do.
And those who don't,
Find it easy to remain unmotivated,
From examples that support,
Their disbeliefs held stubbornly...
They can and could achieve anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Beliefs
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.
And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Word Heard To Be Spoken
When someone has been tested,
With each step taken to move forward...
From birth and most of their entire life,
To be judged.
That person becomes aware very early,
Who is or is not basing their opinions...
On the physicality and appearances of things.
To disregard one's efforts to place steps made.
And what each step taken to one taking them means.
To leave the depth of an unexpected thought process,
In time...
To become one's weapon to strengthen one's mind.
With an ability to perceive,
Who deceives.
Without a word heard to be spoken.
Or a superficiality exchanged to go unknown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Depth There To Share
Superficial surfaces,
Interpreted...
Are often neglected to produce regret.
You have never visited...
Where my emotions,
Live comfortably to sit.
Nor have any of our conversations,
Left neither of us to ponder meaning...
That expressed a desire to explore some depth.
A physical attraction may satisfy temporarily.
But that does not mean instant chemistry...
Can be expected to enjoy mutually.
And yet you wish from me to accept,
Impressions you make...
By a look of a tailored way you dress.
You have never visited...
Where my emotions,
Live comfortably to sit.
Although you voice your opinions,
With assumptions of my feelings.
Without a prioritized time given...
To meet, greet and introduce,
In an exchange we both confess.
A quality meeting we have not done yet.
For either one of us to say...
There is a depth there to share we both respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty Contest
Damsel in distress is quite submissive
Look how somber my vanity is
A feminine human creature
Superficial, seducing detour
Im going to the mall for the cookie cutter
The ugly duckling will always suffer
Contaminated standards, I try to fight it
I better get back on my diet
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
Reduce myself, I got the strict restrictions
Not sexy enough without the regulations
A melting point countdown the fading features
Born to blossom and bloom to perish
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Oh, Ive got to get out of this mess
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
And Ive fallen, I cant help myself
Im feeling envious of all the rest
Youre bringing out the lemming in me
A victim of the cattle call disease
Not easy to be me
I feel swollen
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Ive got to get out of this mess
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
And I feel swollen
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
My vanitys a mess
song performed by by No Doubt
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Noticing Those Who Mock Others
When one perceives another to be,
Among those shallow...
That's when charades began.
A mission to an understanding begins.
Many choose to impress,
With an intelligence expressed.
And fools show their best efforts,
That lack signs of common sense.
And noticing those who mock others,
Find more time to socialize.
But have none of it,
To roll up their sleeves to get anything done.
While those that 'are' mocked,
Are generally the ones in spite of opposition...
Pursuing their wishes and dreams.
And it seems this is done in front of everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Betrayal of Humanity
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
It is as if they plot against,
Those who express empathy.
And come to another's defense.
This they suspect as a leakage of weakness.
And they perceive a caring done,
From someone willing to expose...
Their heartfelt feelings.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
Wizards of deception are trained.
And will do their best to protect delusions.
While attacks upon them,
Will be viciously claimed.
And a campaign begins to ensure they defame.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
These pests are all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Political Poem) A Reflection
Equality is not defined by the people, but for the people.
One of who has higher education carries on his celebration.
But changes nothing of importance.
Why because he's not suffering.
He's is already bought and paid for by the system which enslaves you.
He is laughing, he is cackling.
A man stroking his ego as he has always done.
Looky here son.
Look what I've become.
And in the mirror lies an ugly reflection.
One not of humanity, but depravity.
Cruel but just world, so is said.
The founders are not dead.
They live on inside us.
They are expressed in ways that bring me disgust.
They are expressed in ways that bring me joy.
I thank god not everyone is like this man in the world.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Lost In Image-II
He elocuted speeches.
He himself did not write.
But he had persona.
And stage presence.
The best representation,
Of a manufactured image.
And not seen since,
In their eyesight.
And it has been more than twenty years...
He made any appearances,
Of a questionable leadership.
Made to give a lasting impression.
Greater now than ever,
After his death.
And this very day...
People with this addiction ask themselves,
'What would 'he' do?
What would 'he' say? '
And even though he has long passed away...
There are those doing the best they can,
Trying to recreate his comments made.
Since they...
Are lost,
In his image!
And images sustains their beliefs,
Too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fallen In Love
He has fallen in love
With the idea
Of you in his life
I wish I knew
How does psychology work? ....... Persian khushi
Oh it is very simple
Stay out of trouble
Think of beautiful moments
The peace around with its movements
Venture into moon light
Just see left and right
If some one observes you
Then think about it and see through
When someone appears from behind?
Show no hesitation and try to find
Never think who he can be?
Anybody may think well when feels free
So it is your outer show
That sets thing to rolls or go
You are offered flower
With some comments to offer
It is an open invitation
To build sound and good relation
There is no psychology behind
It is natural thing to find
Pray almighty to take you out
From uncertainty to surety and think about
What can be next move around?
How to adjust scene when again he is found?
Smile on face may do wonder
No words may be needed to offer
Mere reflection in eyes will perform miracle
Now he will be in fix and struggle
It is easy to face mighty king
It is too easy to face the lion in ring
But too difficult to face the beautiful queen
As it might turn the whole of the scene
I don't think it might be different psychology all over
Men and women need comfortable life with honor
What is most needed is the assurance and promises!
Life may move on then with harmony and peace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thinking Independently
A conditioning process,
That has completed with success...
And noticed for its obviousness,
Seen?
It is best...
Not to interfere with those priogrammed.
Or come between them and their suppressors.
You will be attacked with such aggressiveness...
Quicker than any enemy.
A people like this,
With their instilled ignorance...
Have been trained to identify,
Those suspected of expressing intelligence.
Do not test the depth of their comprehension.
You will find few if any,
Thinking independently!
With a fear ever present in their eyes.
And an absence of integrity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Values / No More Lonely Nights
I hear them telling me that you're selling off the furniture
And even keep my personalized autographs
You might as well go all the way and sell your granny to the zoo
And while you're at it, may I go to my psychiatrist ?
He's making money out of making me laugh
But I don't mind , I wish that I could say the same about you
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
And I'll be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
The city shark is at the dark and of the alleyway
You pays your money and you takes your choice
The artful dodger says he wants to pick a pocket or two
But you, you've taken up a place in high society
A personal friend of messrs rolls and royce
Got them all convinced that everything you say to them is true
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
I like your wife's smile, I like her car
If I had your lifestyle, I wouldn't go far wrong
On the waters of life you row your boat
Into the strongest tide that you can find
On the darkest of nights we were two of a kind
We went through it all before the tide went out
And left us stranded on the shore
How was I to know
How was I to know
Well you ain't got no values
You know you think you're hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Sixteen Ways to Never Fall In Love
1. Do not read this.
2. Make sure there is only enough room in your pockets
for one night stands
and the receipt for the breakfast
you will eat alone the next morning.
3. Constantly live in the wrong time
because romance
and the watch that ticks on your wrist
never quite seem to line up.
4. Repeat 'I like being alone. It's freeing'
but never learn the feeling
of just how free you can be
when you touch someone
who looks like the dreams you had before you knew
how cruel the world was.
5. Say that you have seen love fall apart
like birds have seen rooftops
but never stop to think
that although it may hurt when it breaks,
that will never change how beautiful it was
when it came together.
6. If you meet someone
who reminds you of magic,
let them vanish into thin air.
7. Instead of whispering secrets
across pillowcases,
let them live inside you
because you believe that never giving voice to your weakness
gives you strength.
8. Do not find out
what the sound of selflessness feels like,
a laugh or a satisfied sigh.
9. Hide the broken parts of yourself
because you think
that brokenness
does not deserve to be loved.
10. Ignore when I say
that brokenness is what needs
and deserves to be loved
more than anything.
11. Settle for the one
who only suits your shallow desires,
and when the flame finally burns out,
pretend that you love the emptiness
of a superficial romance.
12. If there is someone you have encountered
who makes you feel even a fragment of possibility
that you could find love within them
bury those feelings beneath your cowardice.
13. Make sure that sex
begins with alcohol
and ends with an unrehearsed
and imperfect goodbye.
14. Do not glance into their eyes.
15. Do not look at them
when they are candid
and unplanned
because those moments
are the ones where love often lingers
and waits for you to notice
just how beautiful someone can be
when they are trying their very least.
16. Say that it's too early
you're too busy
it's too hard,
keep riffling off the things that you call reasons
and you may wake up one day
to find that maybe now,
it's too late.
The one you could have loved
is the one
that you let get away.
poem by Vanessa Grixti
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In earlier religions the spirit of the time was expressed through the individual and confirmed by miracles. In modern religions the spirit is expressed through the many and confirmed by reason.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Thins and Slips Until It's Gone
With their values hanging on,
To a string that thins and dips.
With their values hanging on,
To a string that thins and slips.
It has been easy to dismiss,
What society is missing.
And when time comes to confront it...
No one wants to own their wrongs.
It has been easy to express,
An unhappiness is growing.
But no one wants their own to show,
Because they don't want this confessed.
With their values hanging on,
To a string that thins and dips.
People want to say that others are out of their minds.
And they choose not to see themselves reflecting the times.
People want to say that others have no self control.
With wishes to see themselves,
Strong, brave and bold.
With their values hanging on,
To a string that thins and slips.
It has been easy to dismiss,
What society is missing.
And when time comes to confront it...
No one wants to own their wrongs.
With their values hanging on,
To a string that thins and dips.
With their values hanging on,
To a string that thins and slipssss...
Until it's gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obsessed With You
You are just a concept
You are just a dream
You're just a reflection
Of the new regime
You are just a symbol
You are just theme
You're just another figure
For the sales machine
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
You are just a victim
You are just a find
Soon to be a casualty
Of time
You are just a concept
You are just a dream
You're just a reflection
Of the new regime
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
You are just a victim
You are just a find
Soon to be a casualty
Of time
You are just a symbol
You are just theme
You're just another figure
For the sales machine
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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From Those Innocent Beginnings
My anger and how that is expressed,
Is inherited.
Yes!
From an initiation process.
My parents donated sperm and a womb.
With an implantation done.
Allowing my birth and breath to breathe.
With some uncomfortable yelling...
Heard by everyone.
So deliberate,
My lungs stunned!
And from those innocent beginnings,
I heard comments made...
About which side of the family I was most like.
From nose, to eye color...
And hair grade.
'...he's got 'good' hair like...? '
Who I reminded them of...
An uncle, or an aunt,
Or a relative held in 'Im not speaking to them'
Family capitivity!
With a temperment no one claimed.
Except bestowing upon me,
My father's first and last names!
With an understated but delared ownership.
I was 'his'...
When being 'hers'
Presented reasons to be pissed.
And, of course...
I was the receiver of those, 'If you weren't born comments.'
With an occasional running away from home added.
My sister and I were latchkey kids.
So we were the ones left...
Home alone sometimes.
To leave the required stamp of approval,
By a surrounding, dysfunctional environment.
Which upon reflection...
And observed after understanding,
That 'stirring up' of youthful independency...
Is the source of my success.
And I am happy as I age,
To confess it.
With an acknowledgement I now can pride,
Were the best years of my life!
'And here 'you' are...
From those innocent beginnings
And here 'you' are..
Challenging to have identified,
Your independency.
And its origins that has left you,
Proud as can be! '
'And here 'you' are...
From those innocent beginnings
And here 'you' are..
Challenging to have identified,
Your independency...
When there is a need to feel you can be,
Challenged! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Aware And Conscious Of It
I know who has been on my side,
And who hasn't.
That has been my one weakness,
And flaw.
Being aware and conscious of it,
Around those still connected to nonsense...
Will get comments made from those,
Who have yet to identify themselves...
With feelings they project on others.
And the depth of what being human means.
Many have not awakened from their delusions.
And I have never been given the opportunity,
To find my own.
None to pretend I was better than someone else.
'I have never heard you talk about yourself! '
Why should I do that...
If no one has express the interest?
I rather like to hear,
Those perceptions made of me.
They are far more interesting,
Than the reality lived I know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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