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Faith, Stamina and Endurance

When their worshipped nonsense is avoided,
There is a degree of offensiveness felt.
A wounding perceived has been inflicted.
And...
A pressure to share their ideals begins to ease.

Such self destructing ways as seen,
Are no longer felt as a need to become entrapped...
To a conformity regularly celebrated with hoopla.
Since one's hunger for that diminishes.
Like a permanent lifestyle change.

And a self indulgence adapted within minds...
Accustomed to dictated limitations,
Ceases to become a test of one's faith, stamina and endurance.
With a life chosen to live less influenced,
By a marketing of decadence...
Observed from the sidelines as the unconscious helps it thrive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Possession

Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.

Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.

A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Freedom to Breathe-Entrapped Inside An Ego

If money was the answer,
To having that spice of life enriched.
Why do many who have 'everything'.
Decide there's nothing to live for...
Commit suicide?
As if God abides.
And the emptiness that is felt...
From within so many,
They successfully hide.

And the poor are despised!
For having hunger and homelessness,
On their side.
And teased by TV advertisements...
With infested garbage, decadence and lies.

The rich make claims to have all of it!
Success, yachts and homes with many rooms...
With no one in them to visit or sit.
While taking trips out of the minds.
And paying exorbitant fees to 'experts'...
To help them find time to waste.
Since they have developed an acquired,
An expensive taste...
To waste and waste!

Most of them pigs.
And have little attraction for hygiene.
Step inside the world of these creatures...
Few display discipline.
Even fewer will be seen as clean.
Those butts don't get washed.
Too many are seeking to impress...
Attending parties, premieres or drinking,
At exclusive bars.
Getting drugged and delusioned,
By wicked images!

Observe them nervously fidget,
As they make claims to have it ALL.

'Government and tax free? '

If money was the answer,
To having that spice of life enriched.
Why do many who have 'everything'.
Decide there's nothing to live for...
Commit suicide?
As if God abides.
And the emptiness that is felt...
From within so many,
They successfully hide.
And trying to find a reason WHY...
They have contracted to lease or sell their souls.
With no freedom to breathe publicly.
OR...
Happily,
Without being told if it is or not approved.

And many are entrapped inside an ego.

With no freedom to breathe.
Entrapped inside an ego.
With no freedom to breathe.
Entrapped inside an ego.
With no reason to be,
Entrapped inside an ego.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Denominator

You do the math.

A selected lifestyle,
Continuing to upset...
The very same people,
Who have chosen that life to accept...
With little done to improve what displeases
Are vocal with their pities weeped.

Never have they been given looks of disrespect,
From those they rejected,
As being less and many steps below them.
No one they dejected,
Felt of themselves better off than the rest.

And if observed,
It would appear those upset...
Direct their eyes upon those who have chosen happiness,
As their common denominator...
Over bling and shiny things to impress.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Too Can Make Thunder Roll

Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.

Everyone wants to shine,
If it means taking less time...
To learn how to do it.
They wish to solicit an assistance,
To reach heights!
With a minimal amount of require effort.

Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.

Everyone believes,
A success achieved can be wished.
While a sitting back to do nothing,
Is a prerequisite.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith and its role

There are two kinds of faith people live with:
Faith in lordship and faith in fellowship;
The first is that someone will do for you
And the second is others won't fail you.

With faith in the shepherd, the sheep follow.
With faith in the fellow sheep, the sheep feed.
Without faith in system, you can't follow.
Without faith in others, you can't transact.

Faith in God, faith in fate and faith in luck
Would weaken the faith you have in yourself.
Faith in love, faith in trade and faith in helps
Would slacken the cognizance you possess.

Faith can't be dispensed with altogether.
Faith in the unknown has no guarantee.
Faith in the known has no certainty
But can strengthen their faithfulness to you.

Faith in parents and faith in teachers,
Faith in doctors and faith in medicine
And faith in judges and in justice
Denounced altogether, one cannot exist.

Faith in spouses and faith in children,
Faith in siblings and faith in servants
And faith in professional ethics
Abandoned altogether, one cannot thrive.

Without faith, promises bear no meanings.
Without faith, guarantees have no bearings.
Without faith, investments will have no life.
Only with faith could life be felt secure.

Faith might crack when it is misplaced.
Faith might break when it's sabotaged.
Faith might crash when it's blindfolded.
Yet, one has to vouch for faith in life.

Faith comes from ignorance of things.
Faith comes from lack of influence.
Faith comes in helpless conditions.
Faith exercises no control yet.

Have faith in you and accept the outcome.
Have faith in others and give allowance.
Have faith in future and shelve the distress.
Faith vacated, worries will occupy.
19.02.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inner Conflict

The only ones offended...
And pretend they have a right,
To fight against and defend
Expressions that lend themselves
To expose feelings felt without pretence.
They themselves keep fenced...
Intensed!
Are those who sit with inner conflict!
Their sickness is in their minds.
And will not be found in mine!
This freedom to explore possibilities...
Is an option not to be entrapped,
By those wrapped up within!
Their limitations are not sought,
To provide an end to my thoughts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Hunger

Hunger has no substitute and called as hunger
It is observed and felt even in anger
You need only two meals a day
But can't find a honorable way

It is narrated so nicely and gone
All good words said and not done
It is really curse and pathetic condition
It burns from inside and fuels the ignition

Nothing is seen or objected
All pleas for help is rejected
How can there be new ideas to be injected?
When person is hungry and angrily acted?

It is felt by poor and rich
It beyond everybody’s reaches
You won’t like idea if someone tries to preach
It is felt differently by each

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Without Questioning The Appeal Of Ideals

'Offer to throw to them money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
And will erase all agony,
From their memories claimed...
To be tied to their histories.'

There are certain aspects of life,
That are inevitable.
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.
Or the truth as it exists.

Pain and pleasure are feelings felt.
It is true we all are dealt cards from a deck,
Whether or not the hand we get is accepted.
And...
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.

Although intuitively pain is rejected.
For most of us it is pleasure that is the objective.
Yet there are those who believe,
They have been chosen to receive most of it...
While denying others to get a taste,
The freedom of opportunity makes.

'Let them eat cake.
IF they can locate the baker.
Or...
Better yet.
Offer to throw to thwem money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
That promises to quiet their wishes.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delusions Of Grandeur

You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice, you've got to cease
This fin-de-siecle pretence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In consequence
I cannot recommend
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence

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Eternally Fortified

There is a place...
Deep within the crevices,
Of their recessed minds!
Where they perceived themselves envied.
Conditioned to believe they were in possession,
What others wanted to take.
Others wanted so badly...
They felt a need to defend themselves,
With weapons and attitude.

They believed themselves highly educated.
Although a few...
Even with degrees,
Could comprehend, read or write.
Even fewer than that,
Had common sense.
And those who did express it,
Were feared!
Even though rarely used.

One day when they awakened,
To address what had been rumored,
As 'reality'!
They found their greatness gone.
They discovered those they despised...
Could care less who they were.
In fact...
They had the better lives!

'Where is my mink, Harry?
Is it still in storage? '

Who tricked these people into beliefs,
Of nonsense?
Who damaged their minds?
And left them quite densed?
Whose standards and quality of life,
Depleted over night?

'Certainly not mine.
I still have tons of caviar! '

Who finally discovered they had worshipped,
Decadence and greed?
Who finds they are economically busted?
With a sick point of view...
That has left them to grieve?

'Harry...
Is that 'you' in there,
Doing that Orson Welles imitation?
I wish you would stop it.
It's so annoying.
Come help me select fabric,
For drapes.'

And...
Even if they solicited,
No where would they discover...
Anyone to show them,
Empathy or sympathy!
And even with this acknowledged...
They 'still' perceived themselves,
The envy of those filled with jealousy!

'That's a 'keeper'.
I love that line.'

Even those who loaned them money.
And owned everything they had!
Including their property and mentalities!
Did not express sadness.

'Don't worry!
They will never take away our racism!
And 'that' we will keep eternally fortified.
We must remain encouraged!
We must...
Maintain our birthright.
Let us now descend,
Within the bowels of our caves!

These theme parties are getting more extravagant.

You're going to love what I did.
I had a designer to do each room,
To my specifications.
So authentic!
You are not going to believe the detail.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflections They Deem to Be Eternally Wounding

With an ease not many have led to please,
Such a cushy and pampered existence.
Although some have done it,
To satisfy themselves.
And tease those with perceived jealousies.

While those who labor with sweat to savor...
Are the ones who have priorities.
And benefactors of blessings received.

Leaving those envious unhappy.
Since they are born to believe,
Those who deceive and feed their greed...
Are the ones chosen.

And they are,
Chosen!
To mark and victimize themselves.
Hating images they wish could be changed.
With reflections they deem to be eternally wounding.
And no belief of God.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have You Ever Felt?

Sometimes I feel like the world is looking over my shoulder
I don't know why but I feel my patience getting shorter
I don't want to know
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be
I don't want to sound crazy
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
Away
The tension builds but I feel the walls are getting thicker
And then I still make believe that I am feeling better
I don't want to know
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be
I don't want to sound crazy
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
Away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away

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Have You Ever Felt?

Sometimes I feel like the world is looking over my shoulder
I don't know why but I feel my patience getting shorter
I don't want to know
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be
I don't want to sound crazy
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
Away
The tension builds but I feel the walls are getting thicker
And then I still make believe that I am feeling better
I don't want to know
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be
I don't want to sound crazy
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
Away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away

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Remedy

No time for nonsense,
Slipped that monkey off my back!
I caught it snoring comfortably...
And that's when I decided
To get rid of it like a sneeze attack!
It became too familiar,
Like old shoes I had to wear.
I got accustomed to hearing complaints...
And thought I too had blues to share!
But when I felt that burden ease,
I picked it up and kicked it out like trash!
No time for nonsense,
Slipped that monkey off my back!
I caught it snoring comfortably...
And that's when I decided
To get rid of it like a sneeze attack!
I've got a remedy ready and willing to use too,
If ever it decides it's going to catch me by surprise!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fate- destined

You are lucky you are chosen
The goodness of life
is in your sight and vision
Dignity always and forever-
That cannot be just a dream,
In the ways of righteousness
And pass the test of time
With the heavenly grace
The fountain of life- sing praises,
Achievement is one of a kind
You will be- mirror of change
To fill life with its flesh- the bliss
And fate will be the only reflection
While faith- yours is the light
For in God you are his beloved child
Fate- that is the journey for you
To love and to live
To love and to let live

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To Serve And Dish It Plateless

Call it anything you wish.
To serve and dish it plateless...
For your interpretation,
Of an effectiveness.
But time I wont spend,
Nibbling on negativity.
That's not my cup of tea.
Pour it if you wish...
But you can skip over me.

Nor can I see that done,
Continually...
By those selecting to do it...
As if nothing else is on their minds,
But a consistent visitation that reveals...
A nonsense and foolishness,
That should have long been left behind.

But chosen repeatedly,
To keep as if to thrive....
They do.
With nothing else there,
But a vague reality to share.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given The Best Treatment

Explaining the definition of a lie,
By a liar...
Should prove to anyone who is 'familiar' with truth,
How dire...
And deceivingly unconscious these times we live are!

When one is given the time to defend a lie told...
The satisfaction of knowing the truth,
Has already been diluted.
To give one time,
To further confuse minds.

And since we live in those times,
Of total corruption and complete dishonesty...
Those of integrity,
Are dismissed as fools.
With a high degree of stupidity!

Explaining the definition of a lie,
By a liar...
Should prove to anyone who is 'familiar' with truth,
How dire...
And deceivingly unconscious these times we live are!
And they are...
Given the best treatment,
A worshipped cesspool can get!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Heart With Your Mind and Faith Is Your Doctor!

Some say they would share this if they could.
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they can feel yours!
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they understand.
And if there is anything they can do,
To let them know!
Sincerety like this is difficult to dismiss.
But pain is personalized.
And not quite felt,
Like the one who is feeling it!
Some may empathize, cry and hold your hand.
Rub it.
Or give a hug to pat a back!
It's a fact of your condition.
You are there without a physician.
However,
When your pain comes...
Attaching your heart, body and mind to it?
There is no question who it belongs to!
But what more can a human being being human do?
Some say they would share this if they could.
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they can feel yours!
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
Some say they understand.
And if there is anything they can do,
To let them know!
Sincerety like this is difficult to dismiss.
But pain is personalized.
And not quite felt,
Like the one who is feeling it!
And when you are feeling yours...
You know it can not be felt,
Like it has you feeling it!
And somehow you know,
It is there not to be shared!
No matter who, what and how it is perceived.
Only you know 'why' pain feels like it does!
It is yours and it has been received.
And only you can create that feeling to make it heal!
You know it is there and that reality has no appeal.
Your heart with your mind and faith is your doctor!
Your heart with your mind and faith is your doctor!
Your heart with your mind and faith is your doctor!
Faith is your doctor!
Faith is your doctor!
Faith is your doctor!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is The Caring Done

Where is the caring done,
Anymore.
And,
In what valley?
On what mountaintop?
And...
On what shore.

Tell me,
Where are those feelings felt?
Who deals with their emotions,
To conceal from everyone else.
Where is the caring done?
Where.
Why.
And who is it for?

A negativity given to experience,
Appearing as observed,
Never wins in the end
And gets defeated as deserved.

A kept faith with hope that's positive,
May be suppressed to be expressed.
But true faith felt...
Strengthens in in its power,
As one lives.
To be there to comprend when given,
As it is.

Where is the caring done?
It's there and it's done.
It is felt and it comes...
Eventually.
And never to stun,
Those patient in waiting faithfully.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honorable inclusion

Until you are cemented with bond
You will have no thought as first or second
You won’t know what is called separation
It has no special lamp for indication

Some of the separations are observed by all
Since it is established fact and permanent call
Life and death can’t be separated
One is linked to other and nicely corroborated

No one can separate the soul from body
This can’t be done by anybody
It is divine need and felt necessarily
When that takes place it is accepted happily

Some of the separations are body concerns
It gets sour when spoiled in turn
Where you can’t pull on any more
The separation is wanted therefore

It can be self inflicted or imposed
In both the cases trust is never reposed
The urgency of separations is felt
It is severing of relation and hitting below belt

Sometimes you need isolation from growing discontentment
You need peace and live in secluded place devoid of any comments
It can be detachment or separation from existing world
Where you develop tendency to remain in control and look very cold

If you are inclined to positive thinking
None of the concern may lead to any type of sinking
You may take it as part of life and reach to conclusion
That this is your fate and must find honorable inclusion

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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