Everything Today Is In a Collective Bin
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose.
That attracts to their past actions.
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten.
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose,
To regurgitate from an hypnosis done.
That has enraged the minds of the blinded ones!
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten,
Just to indulge themselves in entertaining whims.
Not caring about others...
But them, them, them!
They wish to conquer and win.
But what?
Is the argument?
And from where was this insecurity fed?
That jeopardizes a security,
To bring upon their chosen soil...
Blood donated and shed!
'They fight to incite their on insanity,
Without consciousness or insight.
To where would they flee...
When the poisons have worn off,
Of their bitter thoughts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bewitched By The Wicked
Bewitched by the wicked...
Bothering those betwixt and between,
Can be a troubling situation...
Lived by the ones in doubt,
With beliefs kept tossed about.
What's true and what isn't?
Why are many living in conflict?
Why does truth disturb?
And what is the purpose,
To deny what exists?
Bewitched by the wicked...
Bothering those betwixt and between,
Can be a troubling situation...
Lived by the ones in doubt,
With beliefs kept tossed about.
And with the testing of one's faith,
A safety felt is not embraced.
A life lived to receive a peace that's meant...
Easily provokes the initiation of an argument.
With a condenscending,
That patronizes the beliefs...
Of anyone for sport and fun!
Bewitched by the wicked...
Bothering those betwixt and between,
Can be a troubling situation...
Lived by the ones in doubt,
With beliefs kept tossed about.
Like a ball to dribble or hit by a bat.
Or run into an end zone,
For the scoring of points to attract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They've Chosen To Be Winners
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant,
They've improved.
Sticking to a purpose with a focused aimed
With minds more open.
And those attitudes changed.
A new day dawning has to them been sent.
To send defensive motives flushed,
With their fluxing minds now rinsed.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They have chosen to be winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant they've improved.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They are winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
To now say and to claim that they are...
Winners.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Suggested That Exchanges Mint
When will the same argument,
Exhaust the nonsense of its fight?
Backs have buckled from the strain of it.
And those in the midst of these conflicts...
Have proven themselves to be full of excrement.
In need to flush with a new diet meant.
At least one that cleanses.
To refreshen the air with uplifting sentiments.
When will the same argument,
Exhaust the nonsense of its fight?
How can anyone sleep peacefully at night...
Feeling clogged up with a blockage,
That keeps them uptight.
A continuation manifesting waste...
That leaves a bitterness on one's tongue to taste...
Does nothing to produce a good scented atmosphere.
Not if wishful thinking is there to have it cleared.
What will it take to change and maneuver these moods?
Group meetings to sit on toilets?
With favorite beverages served to cheer attitudes?
Something creative has to be implemented.
Something suggested that exchanges mint.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(The) Acceptance of a Nothingness
Somehow the meaninglessness...
Many describe as senseless,
Has a meaningfulness...
In a useful kind of way.
The acceptance of a nothingness...
As it is applied,
Has a purpose that drives curiosities...
To perceive a conception connected,
With a totalness lived.
Yet arguably not perfected.
And rejecting this completion given,
As 'part of' a mural of existence...
Does not validate,
A separateness.
Like a timeless void without exits.
And since there aren't any witnessed...
It sits.
Since there is an attention given it.
Even within the abstraction that attracts,
A collective misunderstanding of what it is.
Whatever it is,
That we...
You and I try scientifically to determine.
In our limited mindsets to fit it in.
And even if that meaningless nothing,
Is described as senseless...
There is a meaningfulness of it,
That is with us here to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intoxicated Love
'What's love got to do with it? '
Tina?
Tina, Tina, Tina?
Anna Mae Bullock,
You are a head 'Turner'
But...
At one time...
When I thought of life,
As a hustle.
To produce pennies, nickles
And now worthless dimes.
Love,
As I knew of it then...
Was a waste of time.
And the furthest thing from my mind.
Seeking that hustle,
With hopes to muscle up respect.
What I did get was dwindling change.
And a pinch to remind me,
Of my adopted hopelessness.
Today,
I feed on it with such a greed.
I feel I must steal love.
Without guilt to please my wants and needs.
Intoxicated I find my mind,
With this stolen love.
Intoxicated love has found me,
Cleared eyed and freed of that hustle bustled.
'What's love got to do with it? '
With me?
So much I can't get enough of it.
And blessed that God has given this gift!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Come to Deliver Sincerity
Do you think at my age,
I've come to whisper sweet nothings...
With a nibbling done to your ears?
As you can witness and see,
There is nothing materialistically...
I offer to present to tease you.
And I am not going to work that hard,
To produce for you temptations.
I've been there and done that.
Who doesn't know writers and poets are broke?
And most of us not running to the bank,
Are already considered jokes.
And I am not here to provoke my beliefs.
To debate in argument to have my ego pleased.
That's not me.
I've come to deliver 'sincerity'.
And that I know you are not accustomed to getting.
That is why you prepare yourself,
To object with a defensiveness.
And I just want us to exchange conversation.
Do you remember those times,
When that was the only thing on people's minds.
With a doing of that done!
Today people run,
In fear of it!
Believing someone solicits from them a payment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazed Are Some Programmed Mindsets
Giving of myself, talents and time,
Use to be an easy thing for me to do.
I didn't mind it.
I found in doing so it was enjoyed.
Until I discovered my efforts being taken for granted.
And I stopped feeling grateful to give my stuff away.
'Assuming' what I had done was appreciated.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
I then began to notice people,
Believing to be doing me the favor...
To share in the wasting of my time!
Thinking of me to be perceive as selfish.
And 'if' I had not given my best,
They wouldn't have known me at all.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
Today as I come to think about this,
I give them less of my best.
And of me it is thought I seek their attention.
That's how people into themselves think.
Until they are shown,
Doors that have been permanently closed.
And ignored are those with turned up noses.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
And their lack of consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coffin’s Argument
The argument started from enigmas,
Yesterday they sprout, today is a collection.
One met a stage and trouble,
One was sometimes in stupor and wrong.
The argument commences and embeds
The principles so hard and heavy.
One is today a log or rock of infancy,
Opening a coffin of horror and seeing death.
This arguing will bring misfortune
To the sons and daughters,
It will admire us when young.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Flee From Their Own Willfulness
Will there be a scramble for lifeboats and flights,
When the seriousness of life...
Finally dawns in those minds that have blinded truth,
From their eyesight.
Will the absence of logic instantly find common sense?
And where will folks go,
To flee from their own willfulness...
That implemented the spreading of a successful ignorance.
Will people stop to pack luxuries,
In leather bound suitcases and branded designer bags?
And where will they take their 'priceless' items...
To isolated islands where the beaches are free of oil slick?
And where will they take their mindsets that are somewhat sick?
As they seat aboard exclusive spaceships,
Heading to other planets in beliefs...
To repeat their wickedness will bring to them relief!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption
Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.
If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.
My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It Takes To Participate
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If he who employs coercion against me could mould me to his purposes by argument, no doubt he would. He pretends to punish me because his argument is strong; but he really punishes me because his argument is weak.
quote by William Godwin
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There Is Nothing Like Accepting My Own Ignorance
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
Those who choose to do what grandma,
And grandpa did.
And if that was good for them...
That same mindset was handed down,
Disregarding the technology...
Of the times we live!
There are those so far behind,
Today's times.
To leave one to wonder who is blessed...
Those who have lived in rustic isolation?
Or those who live in a mess,
With constant reminders of their 'intelligent' devastations.
And attempting to speak with common sense to some...
Leave those attempting to do it,
Stunned to find out...
Very few have none!
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
As long as I've got my own 'insights' I trust,
I find it simple to go my way...
Feeling freer today to be myself,
Caring less who may think...
That I am the one who is nuts!
There is nothing like accepting my own ignorance.
With challenges to accomplish my own deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Them Anything To Believe!
Tell them anything to believe!
That kept policy of philosophy,
Remains as the chief cohesive reason...
Why too many can not accept,
A life they perceived to be denied...
Of an integrity wished from others.
With a wanting of it from them to get.
But learn they have been duped by lies.
Tell them anything to believe!
And those who have done this,
Today have their regrets to express.
If people are led to discover,
They no longer should and can respect...
What is there left to protect or expect,
From those giving their best but find themselves...
Totally disregarded and taken for granted to neglect.
And those who have chosen to tell folks anything,
But what is correct...
Eventually find they are without a purpose.
Since nothing which is meant to convince to be heard...
Becomes regarded as worthless and a waste of words.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Setting Stages
There is only one explanation,
That reveals the setting stages of today's insanity.
Vanity, greed and the feeding fed of feelings,
To achieve superiority.
And a right to defend what one pleases,
To describe as an entitlement.
There is no escaping from minds intensed,
With an intent to be seen better than others.
No matter who suffers unjust and undeserving atrocities.
And deluded with beliefs humanity is dispensable,
To anyone capable of possessing 'bling'.
As if obsessed to play the role of God.
There is only one explanation,
That reveals the setting stages of today's insanity.
Vanity, greed and the feeding fed of feelings,
To achieve superiority.
And a right to defend what one pleases,
To describe as an entitlement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Core and Center of Most Complaints
So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.
'Oh it is selfish to think of oneself.'
I once was told.
As I sought happiness to be given to me.
While determining who I should accept it from?
With a list of preferences as to how it should be received.
Oh I was messed up mentally as a child.
I took things to mean what they were literally.
Like 'God don't like ugly'.
I later learned this was a figure of speech.
And I use to think people I thought physically ugly...
Had absolutely no chance to impress God.
I was a child.
And folks were seeking everything possible,
To keep my curiousities controlled.
And...
I wasn't having none of it!
So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.
This is what living life has taught me...
If there is no happiness within the self?
Don't expect it from someone else.
And...
If you have insecurities and low self esteem?
Do not accuse someone else,
Of not understanding you and treating you mean.
Those elements have been implanted in your mind.
If you aren't spending the time to undo this crime?
Don't attempt to blame someone else,
Because you have been left willfully victimized.
And tied by circumstances to visualize a lack of dollars.
The core and center of most complaints!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Allowed To Heal!
Saddled by racism.
Their minds are addicted.
Regardless of a quality of life...
Strangling to exist,
From this twistedness.
And a society constructed,
By a promotion of it...
Finds itself lost in times.
And a collective mindset,
Found scrambling to find...
A way to deny a consciousness,
Clearly demented.
With beliefs what is seen,
Does not demean.
And this illness persisted...
Becomes a wound picked.
Never allowed to heal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Not Write An Essential Part Of Ourselves
dissatisfaction with how little one has achieved
may produce sharp urges to produce achieve
minds insight driven by internal expression need
to not write an essential part of ourselves
is to fail an essential need in our life purpose
to fail to express line sweet unique thought
individualistic within our strung souls
which should thus be sung upon the winds
of time in poems, essays, short stories,
novels, which are born upon swift rivers
of time to echo intriguing questions
into the soul of demanding curiosities
need and knowledge's required
instinctive understanding impels
tuned souls to reflect rhythms
spirit of age lived in a momentous
revelation insight in grains of sand
released through fingers onto winds
blowing echo chime thoughts
into receptive porous melting minds
awaiting candle lit illuminations
such minds will mute die of non-expressions
a new diagnosis in ancient self discoveries
timeless echoes forth ageless dawn ceremonies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Billions Billions Alive Today
Officially half of all the human beings
who have ever lived are alive today.
The entire population of all human history
an equivalent of all humans who ever lived.
Half entire human race who were ever born
are alive on earth now living on earth today.
Asia China India regionally 2.5 billion alive today
in fifty years Asian population will double triple?
In fifty years planet earth will need to produce more
food than has presently by humans ever been eaten?
Are these food figures statistics not impossible odds?
Famine pestilence war pandemics what future awaits?
Will compassion seeds flower in collective soul humanity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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