Expectation of Reprisal
Are you trying to find a way,
To save what now exists?
Is that like a soul...
That has been tossed about in thoughtlessness?
And now finds a consciousness,
Collectively perceived beginning to slip?
One that has been insisted,
But resisted to produce and absorb...
The need for struggle and prolonged conflicts?
Is that like the undoing,
Of that which should not have been done?
Hoping that something said or taught,
Will erase with forgiveness,
And accept a wholesomeness that comes?
When 'you' are ready to get serious...
And release your nonsense,
Believed to bring a comfort...
When you are done,
With a self destructiveness
That has lost its fun?
Is the sting that has stung...
Too painful to accept?
Then you must have been satisfied,
With a numbness gone...
And you can't go on with feelings of regret!
But yet...
You were warned,
Your actions could not go on...
Without an expection of reprisal!
Felt deep to increase an understanding.
Although you perceive a prayer or two,
Will provide a new dawn,
To clear your view!
Is that what you think?
Who and what...
Taught this lesson to you?
'I've never seen this before!
Why are You patting Your foot,
Impatiently?
What are Your plans for us...
My Father?
May I get a sneak peek?
Will this be revealed to me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Has Been Taught
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others.
Or be heard routinely expressed.
A true placement of values,
Has been obsessed.
And obvious it is...
Needing not to be excused or confessed.
Since if it was not wished it would not exist.
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others or be expressed.
It is what it is as has been taught,
To teach and be believed to label as is revealed.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught...
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept,
These things we see to leave as is believed...
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
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It Is Much Too Late!
It is much too late,
To remove that which has taken place.
While you were asleep,
And not in your mind 'awake'.
You devoured such a taste for hatred.
Served as you digested it...
From the plate.
And licking it clean after you ate!
Oh it is much too late,
To erase affects of disrespect.
Or to think forgiveness sits,
Ready to be given.
From those broken hearts intended,
Now too painful to mend.
It is much too late,
To appreciate those you were taught to despise.
Much too late,
To replace false images deceived by your lies.
It is much too late to fake an empathy for others...
When it has been known,
None you've shown.
Or attempts you could have tried.
It is much too late,
To remove what has already taken place.
And much too late to wait,
For an understanding to come...
From anyone who has suffered,
By those things you've done!
It is much too late!
For those apologies spoken,
To be believed by anyone.
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Our Stubborn Definitions Kept
Most of us were taught to keep sustained,
Only one interest.
And that would be kept in ourselves.
We were taught to look at others,
As charity cases, subservient and weak.
And delighted to defeat them as seen on TV.
Or with games to highlight our 'worldly' aggressions.
With obsessions to dominate.
We were taught to believe,
We were entitled to take anything we touched.
With a declaring of it ours immediately.
No matter whose hands grasped it first.
Or feet stood upon it since time began.
No matter what 'it' was we wanted...
It was ours with a declaring of a victory.
We were taught to perceive ourselves,
As the greatest things on Earth...
God has ever made from birth.
With a feeding on images to thirst this.
We isolated ourselves from those,
Who did not accept our ways!
And today we can not accept 'ourselves'...
Being without.
And we demand that others pay...
For the greeding of our selfishness,
To maintain our perceptions,
Within us nurtured to stay.
And those who have known us to be,
Highly motivated by our creative thoughts...
Are wishing us the best,
With a battle with truth now on our doorsteps.
And in a foolishness keeps us in this struggle fought.
And most of us protest this 'invader'...
That has come to test,
Our stubborn definitions kept with such conviction.
No matter what it takes...
We honor those who give away their lives,
In a public display to say they are out heroes.
But those in the know pray for their souls.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Impatiently Must Review Lessons
We are human.
And everyone with a taste of experience,
Wishes to have the last word.
And those who seek it,
Get it.
With a lesson for them...
Questioned whether or not,
One has been learned.
Those wanting to comprehend,
Choose to listen.
With understanding as the condition.
Acknowledging a wisdom has been achieved.
Leaving those who get their last word,
Hearing what 'they' say...
And nothing else is perceived.
Some impatiently must review lessons...
Mistakenly thought taught.
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Validity
i will accept the validity
of your religious view when...
you lay down your guns,
and start feeding the hungry!
i will accept the validity
of your political view when...
by your actions you show your primary
concerns to be poverty and homelessness.
i will accept the validity
of your freedom when...
it applies equally to all,
regardless of skin color.
i will accept the validity
of your humanitarian view when...
you take all men as brothers,
and walk with compassion.
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2009
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
People will find themselves delusion free.
And committed to priorities...
Greed and fantasies did not allow them to be.
An awakening of sorts,
Will have them questioning their religious beliefs.
Since those philosophies held onto...
Created their conflicts and their grief!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Remember those times and days of respect?
Expect more of that sincerely reflected.
Accept kindness expressed,
From those you did not expect.
And reject temptation to extend bitterness.
There will be many who will wish to increase peace.
To see the nonsense kept in declaring who is inferior...
As superiority over others,
Will from their minds decrease.
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Protective thoughts to defend,
Of what is not yours but mine will come to an end.
Since an introduction of a higher consciousness will take affect.
To inspire goodwill for all humanity!
And all who invested in 'things' they lost...
Will discover they have become happier.
To achieve this without paying the cost!
With wishes of simplicity...
To become the focused objectivity!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
A new beginning comes.
With a clarity of mind that defines reality!
And leaving behind divisions and nonsense.
Of all kinds.
That's what folks will find,
In 2-0-0-9.
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From The Beginning...To The End
From the beginning...
We all feed on those perceptions fed.
To feel an acceptance...
Of a normality taught,
That is compared.
And when those comparisons begin to conflict,
Some with nagging curiosities begin to investigate...
The validity of those perceptions that restrict.
Some settle for those teachings taught to them.
While others elect to peer over fences...
To view the doings of their neighbors.
And begin to confide in the opinions,
Of those who become trusted and loyal friends
It seems beyond the boundaries of families,
Or those we accept before adventuring...
Outside of those limits set.
An expansion of our minds happens.
And this broadens with a widened consciousness.
Only to offend those with beliefs they wish kept protected.
To keep closed in and unbending they defend....
To the end!
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Dad Never Taught Me
Dad never taught me how to curse
And he never told us to gamble
He always warned cigarettes are worst
And never to waste food on the table.
Dad never taught us how to be idle
He was always a hardworking man at best
Taught us how to be responsible
And to face with Courage every test.
My Dad was not perfect but he taught well
I think that's the best he could leave
The lesson in life that really spell
How truly successful is a life well lived.
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We Need Cash And Not Your Lip
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is not end to it.
Until a limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You once felt equal.
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is no end to it.
Until your limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
And then you call your creditors...
Who say to you we need some cash,
And not a promise of it!
It's needed now.
And needed fast!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
'Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up! '
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The Obnoxious Ones
Recession?
From what use to be to what is now,
Is a permanent 'degression'.
There is no 'procession' back to retrieve beliefs.
To feel relieved with a breathing done freely.
Not this time around!
And it does not matter who helms or leads,
This drastic shift!
Those accustomed to traditions,
That allowed their procrastinations...
Will be lost in the midst of this swift quickness.
To find they are unable to adjust to it.
Like those who have been treated with disrespect.
As if they did not exist...
To dream and wish.
Recession?
From what use to be to what is now,
Is permanent.
And a lesson for those who oppose differences.
Never to recover from their dismissal as misfits!
By the very people they shunned.
Who view them now as the obnoxious ones,
Stung to cling...
Onto a painful sting,
By their own actions done to feel so real.
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A Soul That Wouldn't Bleed
When I was feeling myself fall
you picked me up again
and taught me how to stand
you gave me strength to live
even through the sorrow
and every bit of pain
When I was down and alone
you held out your hand
and gave me a shoulder to lean on
showed me it was better not to recieve
but to help those in need
and you taught me how to give
When I was in doubt with anger
with a soul that wouldn't bleed
you showed me days of better
and taught me how to believe
you let me see out there
that there's more to what we have here
When I just gave up on everything
felt like I lost it all
hiding behind my grief
losing faith in my belief
you showed me a new tomorrow
of what the morning sun would bring
When I was ready to leave
you said to open your heart
and you will find me
I am always beside you
we are never apart
even when your eye's were blind
and you couldn't see
I never left you behind
Spiritwind-2010
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Remember The Messengers
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
A losing of material things,
Can be quite upsetting
When an obsession to obtain 'things',
Gets in the way of what living life means.
And that is the greatest asset
Life!
One has been given.
And many question their deserving of it.
By a showing of selfishness that has created conflict.
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
~When a dooming of others is done to be welcomed...
A dooming is done to those doing their doom!
What goes around comes around.
Sometimes unregocnized.
But a doing gets done to do! ~
A sudden severing from what one possesses,
Should prove to one 'then'...
There is no control,
By those who worship and hold onto things.
With a squeezing to keep,
Tightly held in shaking hands.
When a strong wind blows and lightening strikes,
People run for cover.
With no ammunition to fight against this!
When a strong wind blows and lightening strikes,
People run for cover and discover...
Something far greater is in the midst and mixed,
To blend those divisions or get rid of all of it!
And yet there are many who perceive,
Themselves to be greater than The Almighty.
Or 'That' which is in true control.
And knows our every move made
Whether young or old,
It knows.
We are the 'creations' NOT 'thee' Creator.
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
And every one of them can be observed.
Even though there will be those who make claims,
They maintain their faith and remain religiously connected.
But the losing of 'things' leaves nothing left for them to impress.
And this traumatic occurrence,
Becomes difficult to comprehend.
A world they ensured stayed isolated
Suddenly around them begins to cave in!
Especially for those who believe themselves to be chosen.
With a wondering 'why' a devastation has come to visit with them.
'I've lost 'EVERYTHING'!
Why weren't we warned about these pending tragedies? '
~Remember the messengers with those messages delivered?
And you believed them to be at your disposal,
For purposes to personally entertain.
How vain.~
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Openly Fed
How deep is a forgiveness given,
When forgetting is remembered.
With dialogue set to reload?
How deep is a forgiveness given,
When emotions connect...
Simmering to explode?
Refreshed,
These actions once taken.
Were then to them expessed
With much deep felt regret!
Yet...
Here it is today years later,
An argument is baited.
Instigated by those related...
To inflate with tempers leeched,
And fetched!
Like mad dogs fed,
Raw meat to keep them mean!
Shallow scenes like these...
Invokes ignorance and demeans!
But know one admits this view is of themselves!
No one sees themselves reflected,
In these images it seems.
How deep is a forgiveness given,
When forgetting is remembered.
With dialogue set to reload?
How deep is a forgiveness given,
When emotions connect...
Simmering to explode?
No one seems to be thinking at all!
Since this is observed and shows.
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Do You Feel Anything Loose?
You relied on intuition,
Which through perception...
You sought out to teach,
One you believed with ego...
A lesson.
And after doing so...
The one perceived with ego,
Had lessons to teach as well.
Inspired by those,
With similar quests to prove.
And the one lesson,
That has to remain on your mind...
As constant as your knack to judge a book,
By the appearance of its cover.
And...
The one lesson learned you recently was taught!
I can tell this by your lack of motivation to talk.
Someone you thought shallow...
Proved to you to be deep under the surface.
~Never assume you can feed yourself on perceptions.
You will die from starvation.~
You must enjoy knocking your head up against walls?
Do you feel anything loose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lessons Taught to Learn
What is taught,
Is believed.
From birth
When received.
And when convinced,
With an affliction
That limits and restricts,
Of course
What is taught,
Will be perceived
As the existence.
To defend without question.
And not resist.
Many lessons taught to learn,
And meant to stay and stick.
To be remembered.
Never to forget.
Like adding to substract,
Our likes from dislikes to divide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith the Facts
Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.
What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.
As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.
Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.
What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown
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An Honesty Is Felt And Seen
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You say the people don't re-act the way you expect.
But...
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
Any 'thing' said to you upsets and affects,
'Cause...
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept an honesty is felt and seen.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You say the people don't re-act the way you expect.
But...
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept an honesty is felt and seen.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept an honesty is felt and seen.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept...
An honesty is felt and seen.
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Teacher Of Lessons
Shouldn't someone expect,
A life of regretting a planting of misdeeds.
After they have discovered,
The one person they decided to pick on...
Was not the person they thought.
But was a lover of playing cat and mouse.
And that one person they decided to pick on...
Decided not to be the turn the other cheek,
Forgiving kind.
Oh no.
This one decided it was time to teach a mind.
And had in fact been a teacher of lessons.
With a knack of customizing lesson plans.
Suitable to be understood,
As to 'who' one should have left alone.
To make it clear it is best not to judge a book,
By its cover for effective results to get.
Especially if one is not familiar with the contents.
Shouldn't someone expect,
A life of regretting...
After they have discovered,
The one person they decided to pick on...
Has long been a master of human interaction.
And...
Had in fact,
Been a teacher of lessons.
With a knack of customizing lesson plans.
Some less painful to accept when delivered direct,
Than those taught unexpectedly to leave the student...
Frrling unsure what test is coming next.
Why do some people pick those to be subjected,
They believe to them will be easy to shame...
With a branding of a quick defamation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain Can Not Find Comfort
A global focus must come to connect.
To erase heartbreak and the seeping of blood,
Needlessly dripping...
To advance senselessness.
We must sweep this consciousness,
Barren of empathy...
Away!
Pain can not find comfort.
It will not stay.
It can not.
Not if it finds no place to repeat these visits.
Evil flourishes in minds fed to see others grieve.
Although an eternity of suffering greets their souls...
They do not accept we all are God's creations!
But they are addicted to inflict with venom!
These young seeds nourished with taste buds for blood.
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