Executive of Correctness
Most of the time,
It is neither okay or fine...
To anoint oneself,
The executive of correctness.
I know!
I've tried this and failed.
On many occasion.
And I use 'this' format...
To admit to this foolishness.
To exert a 'perceived' power,
One desires to be exclusively meant...
In a public display mentioned,
Is at best...
A sign of an ego that is absent,
Of collective participation.
What will it take,
For a people inconsiderate...
To place as a priority,
Forgiveness on their agenda?
With a loving of another done...
That welcomes the differences of everyone?
And...
To let go and let live...
What 'Is'!
With the acknowledgement,
That this is the intention of God!
And without question,
The only 'One' there is in position,
To make effective decisions.
Without the assistance of those who believe,
The Almighty awaits their recommendations...
From memos received!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not On Their Agenda
I make no decisions for God.
God makes decisions for me.
And those who claim they have faith and pray,
And delay each step they make...
With procrastinated hesitation,
Will never have me waiting for them.
If the only priority they have is to make excuses,
To then include God to use and abuse...
I know respect for me is not on their agenda!
I am not a dollar sign.
And that is the only thing of value,
On their minds revealed and constantly mentioned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistakably Awake
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
And if one decides not to forgive,
With a memory not to forget.
The misdeed received was not thought of as a gift.
And forgiving actions to forget like this,
Invites a re-occurrence.
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
Deceivers believe their misdeeds can be repeated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here To Perform Tasks Then Leave
It is there within us,
Left safe...
And kept protected.
All of our fears we do not admit,
There is 'something' in the mix...
That does not satisfy what we get.
'What about 'me'?
Are my feelings not legitimate?
Why aren't they perceived? '
And yet,
With all there is from us to give...
Many live to know of this.
There is a feeling of dismissal.
And this is lived with acknowledgement.
We must live and trust,
That a power far greater than us...
Knows our deeds.
And we believe this 'power' relieves,
With an erasing done of a grief...
We did not originate to initiate,
Those feelings of distrust received.
And yet,
We spend our lives regretting...
A sacrifice we do that comes to upset,
Those unappreciated efforts made...
Gone unrespected and left to go undetected,
By those we feel are close to our hearts.
Not all,
But many feel they are not benefactors...
Of what they know to be,
An unconditional love that is given.
And received by others as if from the giver,
This to them is meant to be a special delivery!
'What about 'me'?
I am not living ungrateful or selfishly.
What about me,
We ask.
Am I here just to perform tasks,
Then leave?
What about me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Occupying My Desires
For too long I have stayed comforted.
With just my own shadow,
Feeling a sense of safety!
And spared from charities of outreach campaigns.
You know the kind...
Those who find victims in self deprivating need.
Not understanding this as intentional affliction.
But of late,
I have desires to escape this net!
Place within and I have kept.
My emotions are recognizing a dependency.
A spark is seeking to be ignited.
And I wish to host this event meant,
I invite.
Is there anyone close to listen to this intention?
Anyone there to notice where I had been?
How do I begin on this journey of recovery?
How on Earth could I have been this distant?
Especially when my memories,
Never seem to leave me alone!
They are everywhere occupying my desires.
But why am I perceived to be absent and unavailable?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heard to Say From Observances Relayed
With a 'healthy' mix that sits between giving,
And being solicitous...
Those who are unafraid to admit any wrongs perceived,
Or believed committed...
Can be relied upon for their genuine responses.
'Actions speak louder than words! '
Many are heard to say from observances relayed.
With betrayal conveyed by those reluctant,
And in hesitation to make any decisions that must be made.
To leave intentions mentioned,
Less effective than those deeds in faith done.
Allowing a respect no one second guesses to deliver.
'I don't particularly care for his directness!
He is too mean.
I prefer a more evasiveness!
At least a deceit can be easier to receive.
Leaving us all to 'feel' we can 'like' the one who does it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Ignore This Process To Forget
Not only are there differences in ages.
There are differences in experiences.
And those differences experienced...
Should be accepted to digest,
To progress one's comprehension.
But the similarities in not paying attention...
To comprehend with intention,
Between ages mentioned...
To insist one has a more indepth awareness,
Is often a sharing done that should be dismissed.
A learning done is a process one wins,
With a knowing of it won.
And many ignore this process to forget,
How and where an experience wishing to share...
Had been obtained to get.
And...
Remembering from 'whom' and when,
They received a message that began to deliver them...
To a wisdom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ingenuous
It is extremely ingenuous,
To make false statements about another.
Behind one's back.
Then to contradict with a love for someone,
Mentioned to ensure the validity of a lie told.
And in some environments that is easy to do.
To guaranteed an empathy given is received.
While another is perceived not to be appreciative.
Oh,
People use all kinds of tactics...
To display themselves innocently victimized.
And they are the main ones...
Doing any kind of victimization done.
Deceiving with sincerity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've already felt that I want to direct. Being an executive producer is like the best job in the world because you make all these executive decisions and then you leave the money to other people. You don't have to be on set and counting beans.
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Earned Happiness
From the day we first met,
I offered no pretense.
No attempts did I try,
To make for you a good first impression.
I learned very early in life,
To be 'me' without adornments.
And if that was not acceptable...
A connection was not meant!
From the day we first met,
I discussed with you my interests.
And they haven't changed from what they were.
They are the same today as is preferred.
But somehow you believe,
I have been deceiving.
When it has been you all this time...
Wasting mine playing hide and seek.
Somehow you believe,
I have been deceiving...
When all that I am,
Has been a public acknowledgement.
And that is why I live my life,
Free to be me.
With flaws and all to be addressed.
Leaving little to interfere with my earned happiness.
Hey...
To declare oneself to be free,
Is all the freedom one needs to experience it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Choice to Keep the Value
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice?
When it was you,
Who made not listening to me...
Your choice.
Why is my comprehension mentioned,
To be a priority of your concern?
I'm well aware of those lessons I've learned.
And few of them taught I seek to be repeated.
You brought to me then an acknowledgement.
And I did not hesitate,
To connect that to my common sense.
I received it and I heeded.
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice.
To review conversations,
I attempted to make...
That came to rest on deaf ears?
Perhaps there is a clarity,
Not understood before...
But overnight your eyes opened.
And a clarity that could have been yours...
Has now between your ears appeared?
Go ahead and say,
What you believe today is okay.
However,
If I should abruptly walk away...
Think of it as not being disrespectful.
But a sign of the times,
When one finds peace of mind.
With a choice to keep the value of it protected.
Think of my getting away from you,
In that perspective!
A treasured gift one gets...
To never be neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Removed Yourself From My Agenda
Whatever it is you wish to give to me,
At this late hour...
Of my perceived need.
I don't want.
You keep it.
What you once had,
I hungered.
And that time has passed.
Along with you as a priority.
You removed yourself from my agenda.
Remember?
You unlocked my heart...
Throwing away the key.
You have no idea how glad I am,
I did not make any copies...
For your repeat.
Whatever it is you wish to give to me,
At this late hour...
Of my perceived need.
I don't want.
You keep it.
I have made some renovations.
And the first thing I replaced...
Was your constant face in my mind!
The second thing done took a little longer.
I learned to strengthen my own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sign
Around the nation, around the world
Whats been going down?
A million voices, one question hurled
Heard in every town
All of the people, one simple plea
What will happen now?
Asked in concern for their destiny
Got to know somehow
They say
They say
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
So if you want to know whats going on
Going round and round
Youd better ask before your world is gone
Gone without a sound
They say
They say
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
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SUPREME COURT SHOULD BE ELECTED July 1st,2011
The question is, how many Supreme Court judges should they make?
I say they should be elected because there’s too much at stake,
Abortion decisions and death with dignity are only two,
We’re in too deep, can’t change; caught in their hidden agenda glue.
Media moguls all want in on the secret selection game,
Male or female lawyers with all their aristocratic claims to fame,
Media can’t criticize these appointment decisions,
Nothing can be changed and neither are there any revisions.
Dressed like sanctimonious priests in their red Santa Clause suits,
How do they come to their decisions and are they in cahoots?
No media or public questions and no one can cause a fuss,
Their decision that allowed abortions cannot be discussed.
July 1st,2011
poem by James Bredin
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That Is All I Ask Of You
I gained more from my inability,
To press forward with a self centeredness.
When my obsession with correctness left...
I realized what I possessed,
Was the power of forgiveness!
I had to forgive myself,
For wishing to please an ego teased.
To share with others my perceived good deeds.
And to see my accomplishments ablaze in spotlight!
Knowing I felt inside a missed insight!
As I used my gifts and talents for my own delight.
And I awakened one day feeling that was not right.
I prayed and asked to be delivered from this.
And I was laid away for months...
Feeling alone in a helplessness.
I told God I was ready.
I was through!
And I was sent a message...
'You are there because of 'ME'.
Allow Me to use you!
That is all I ask of you.
And I will fulfill all of your desires.
I promise.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Set This Record Straight
Let's set this record straight!
Your foundations...
Structured with tainted funds!
And on the backs of those you allowed to suffer...
In the midst of your deceit and thirst for greed,
Has never attracted me.
That is why I have kept my appearances limited.
And as far away as possible!
I am not after a position as your doorman.
To clown or jester with your nouveau riche friends.
Some recently recovering from negrophobia!
Others who believe you have prestige,
To bestow upon them?
Is fine!
That just ain't me!
I do not object to anyone's ignorance.
Whether temporarily applied or not!
Nor do I needlessly need to stand in line,
To receive that kind of acknowledgement!
Especially from a known oppressor of my attempts,
To live my life without approved limitations!
Nor smiling like I am the master's boot shiner,
Do you get from me.
I have too long addressed my own identity...
With little assistance,
And regretful heckling from my own kin.
Also absent of consciousness.
This is reality!
Not an ex-slave speaking from the grave!
Or an ancestor spirited,
From under some suburban subdivision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Feeling For Forgiveness
When tempers flair
harsh words are often said
and sometimes not meant at all.
Only in anger,
are they expressed
and not meant to be said.
We all walk different roads
and have differences of opinion,
but a feeling for forgiveness
must dwell within our lives.
When we meet obstacles,
we must always
live and let live to survive.
4 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Bus Ride
Differences make everyone
People you meet people you see
People everywhere
Can make you see
Make you see the differences the world can give us
Make you see the differences each other can give us
If you Watch you can see the differences in the way people act
The way people talk
The way people perceive each other
If you listen you can hear the way people can change themselves
You can hear the lies and distorted truths
Complete strangers telling far off stories
Sharing life times true and fake
For that short moment of time
You can be whoever you want to be
poem by Robert Snively
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Global Policy
There are those who are quick,
To strike poses.
Quick to tilt up their noses.
And slow to admit...
Something within their minds,
Feels not quite right.
Nor is it a snug fit.
Something is ajar,
Off track and misfit.
And,
There are those who discard good deeds.
For fear attention given,
Will be received by others...
Who achieve.
Regardless of who it is this does not please.
And they are usually despised,
By those unwise and...
Self righteous!
And among some others there are a few,
Who do what they do no matter who is abused...
By what it was they refuse to acknowledge.
And there is a following of those who admire this.
Although these conscious acts should be abolished.
Dismissed!
What would be left of the lifestyles and mindsets,
Of those who have spent entire lives...
Delusioned by those trusted who insist,
Lies and bravado is a prerequisite needed by all to exist.
With a sense that THEIR 'correctness',
Should be at the top of everyone's priority list.
A foolishness preserved...
Has them feeling,
What is done to others...
Is something 'others' deserve.
With a dictating displayed,
And heard...
As the beginnings to inflict global policy.
With races trading places,
Of felt and implemented significance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Watching As If Distanced
Collective outrage,
Seems only to connect...
When those unsuspecting,
Become affected.
Prior to that,
People could care less...
Who suffers from neglect.
And the evidence of that,
Has been closer to everyone's doorstep.
But the knocking on doors,
Has proven to be effective!
Collective outrage,
Seems only to connect...
When those unsuspecting,
Become affected.
Leaving those standing in disbelief,
Watching as if distanced from this...
In safety zones perceived,
From right across the street.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chasing Tales
I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.
How nobel a cause!
But soon I witnessed in disbelief,
Opportunities mentioned...
Were often teased.
By those who would preach publicly,
A need.
Only to see a chasing of tales...
Implemented by deceivers,
Who would discredit the ones sincere.
To ensure defeat they would receive,
With the creation of 'that' made extremely clear.
I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.
How nobel and global!
But an addiction to chasing tales,
Was the only thing meant...
As a permanent reality,
To give all the luxury of time misspent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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