Few Are Awarded
Personified ignorance justified...
Should not be argued.
Especially if one has chosen,
To keep what is wished left personal.
With the acknowledgement,
That,
To maintain such devoted stances.
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Wonder of His Creations
Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.
I am not here to debate your outlook,
Or your fate!
That has been done,
By an indoctrination you satiate.
And baited to remain...
In a routine that you maintain that sustains,
Your joy!
Nor am I the one to convince,
That a higher consciousness...
Expands and not condenses.
To retrieve and leave those arguments...
Left behind walls and locked up fences.
Subtracting and contracting minds,
As is observed and evidenced.
Since I've already witnessed,
The lack of benefit...
To that restrictiveness.
Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.
I have been there myself.
That is why I have chosen,
The wealth of mind expansion.
Receiving all of God's gifts,
With blessings He delivers.
Without religious affiliation.
Or congregating with those...
Who oppose how I have chosen
To be devoted!
I know He is 'there'...
And so am I,
Here where He has delivered.
And I know the Almighty exists.
Without debating such 'wonder' of His creations.
Or where He chooses to sit,
Within His Kingdom.
So wherever you go to supply your satisfactions...
May you keep attraction them to fulfill your needs!
I am not the one to plead with you,
Which road taken...
Leads to Him any quicker.
Since my insight tells me His presence is near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Need To Express Me More
If a fly can be what it is...
And has been what it is for years.
It does not have to convince.
If a bee is known to sting...
And is left alone by those who choose,
Not to be stung.
That bee will buzz,
And be about its business.
If I know who it is that I am...
With an identity that belongs to me!
I will not be a fly.
Nor can I,
If wished...
Be a bee.
But I don't choose to be either of these.
I have chosen to be me.
And that's who it is I am.
With a need to express me more!
And...
If I should buzz while I fly?
If I so choose and decide?
That too will also be me!
Doing me as I have chosen to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beware Racist Ignorance Religiously Justified
with religious propaganda
of the most fundamentalist
half baked semi accurate
dangerous twisted bigoted...
unlearned kind lurks mad potential
for righteous self justified crimes...
racist ignorance religiously justified
such ignorance can really get
in a man's woman's face
be embarrassing when a cultural
rabid fool blown public disgrace...
can demean good people
who do not happen to profess
to or believe in the truth
of the true Christian faith...
'judge not least you yourself be judged'
is a wise policy to remind hard core extremists
get back to basics love covers a multiple of sins
against gentleness self-control there are no laws...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Defeating Insecurities
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
Look!
Simply put.
Flourishing hype and propaganda,
Debated for the purposes to maintain greatness...
Does not meet to satisfy,
Those pushed to the streets...
To glorify a losing quality of life.
Simply put,
And without proper etiquette...
Days of high profile postering,
In stances taken now weakened.
Has increasingly decreased a respect once received,
Defeating insecurities...
And those pretentions kept to have others believe.
Politics and indecisions exposed,
Does not keep aged old traditions fading...
Upper most in the minds of those in tattered clothes.
Fresh minds advancing to reach new plateaus...
Have decades ago,
Left horse drawn carriages.
While a population strolled along,
Under oil lighted street lamps...
Slowly walking upon those cobbled stone roads.
And the ones holding positions,
To keep days and times like this standing still...
Are the very same people,
Wishing to keep an implementation...
Of this mindset for many no longer exists.
An ignorance cemented and does not self examine,
Loses more than memories to relive and breathe.
Minds fixed and stubborn inflict wounds never to heal.
Wounds future generations will remember as revealed,
As those times when their ancestors fed upon greed...
And lost an opportunity for a greatness to seal.
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Stay To Feed This Beast
Word of advice.
Although it feels enticing,
To argue with someone...
Who has chosen ignorance to use,
As a weapon to fight against what is right.
Don't!
I repeat...DON'T!
Do not...
Show you are upset.
This will ignite,
A heat you will not be allowed to leave.
And you will get upset with regret.
Since...
People of ignorance,
Love and will get their attention!
And historically,
No one needs to prolong a search...
To uncover the evidence of that!
Word of advice.
Although it feels enticing,
To argue with someone...
Who has chosen ignorance to use,
As a weapon to fight against what is right.
Don't!
I repeat...DON'T!
Save yourself and 'time'.
Walk away immediately.
But don't stay to feed this beast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hopelessly Devoted To You
(john farrar)
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
Im not the first to know
Theres just no getting over you
You know Im just a fool whos willing
To sit around and wait for you
But, baby, cant you see
Theres nothing else for me to do?
Im hopelessly devoted to you
But now theres nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
Im out of my head
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying, fool, forget him.
My heart is saying, dont let go.
Hold on till the end.
And thats what I intend to do
Im hopelessly devoted to you
But now theres nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
Im out of my head
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Opponent Chosen
It has to come as a disappointment,
To carefully pick an opponent...
Who is perceived to be unaware of it.
But proves more than worthy,
For any challenge presented.
To then expose capabilities unknown.
And...
Without hesitation,
The opponent chosen...
Reveals with acknowledgement,
Of having a desire to be the one picked.
This has to come as a disappointment?
'For who?
The opponent chosen,
Who sat and waited patiently?
Or the one believing the task to be easy? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish
I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.
I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.
I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you
I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously
I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you
I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back
I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.
Artist Oath
If to become a high minded, well respected
adult is to abandon the divine ideal
of universal kinship and good will in order to
maintain personal security,
I'll spend the entirety of my life
an irresponsible child of ignorance.
I'll run barefoot through the woods,
ignoring dinner bells,
oblivious to the darkening curfew hour of the street lamps
If profit and sales determine the merit of an artist
I shall forever define myself as dilettante
a dabbler, a hobbyist.
an amateur doing what he loves
in order to maintain personal sanity
After all, the purpose of an artist isn't
influence or profit,
it isn't to strike admiration or awe.
the aim isn't avant garde expression of emotion
or presenting a revolutionary idea that will change the world.
Art is simple encouragement,
no more than a smile,
encouraging people
to live out the ideals we all carry and know
in the most sure fire depths of our hearts to be true.
The ideals we forget lose abandon or are just too
afraid to act upon in life.
The ideals of 'the weak the senseless the naïve the eccentric
the quixotic the queer the fairy dusted bullshit'.
– its all just maya anyway
– were else can one live out ideals if not in dream?
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The One Thing About Knowing
The one thing about knowing,
Is its ability not to be undone.
Once something is known,
An acknowledgement of it...
To others become easily shown.
And that knowledge shown,
May come to show others despising it.
Depending on who sees what one has,
As a lasting benefit.
Since those who are not afraid of knowledge,
Feel freer to leave behind their ignorance.
The one thing about knowing,
Whether or not it is documented...
Is its ability not to be undone.
Once something is known,
An acknowledgement of it...
To others become easily shown.
And few are found to run away,
From its presence or existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confined and Limited
As long as the affects
Would damage their ethnic heritage...
They were allowed,
To degrade and disrespect themselves.
In glorious decadence...
An intelligence dismisses.
For marketing and entertainment value.
Connecting temptation and lust...
With pride to maintain their ignorance.
Trusting in a deceptive acceptance!
They praised the spreading of their own craze!
And those that used them would pocket.
No one wished to stop it...
Since these images were worshipped as symbolic.
Like alcoholics on a binge...
They passed along these priorities onto their children.
For fortune and fame!
And certain prison cells to claim.
As if a graduation takes place.
Are these the freedoms their ancestors perceived?
To be flushed down the drain...
By the deceit and misdeeds of their masters!
As lessons learned to disgrace...
A race demoralized with identities defaced.
For all to find themselves...
Eventually,
In a socialistic bliss.
Confined and limited,
By a greed that defeats...
A consciousness diminished.
And depleted as is wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Thoughtless Are We
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
Although allowing all,
To run into walls and make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
For purposes to celebrate.
Hoping to correct,
Our reasons to hate.
But we seem so unconscious,
Of this miracle of life we have.
So thoughtless are we,
We actually believe...
God is a figment of our fantasies.
We seem so unconscious,
Of Mother Nature and of Earth.
As if 'scientists' made the Moon, Stars and Sun.
And they've proclaimed our lives the center of it.
As if our lives here on Earth...
Are the only ones lived,
In this 'massive' Universe.
Where needs to feed,
Understandings with a thirst.
With some isolated to debate their fates.
Wanting to be,
The only ones who are chosen to be 'first'.
Not only are our minds blinded...
But our eyes deceive,
Just to tease these selfish greeds.
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
But make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
God gives.
And only from us God can take!
So much.
And yet...
Surprise us with much more.
If we accept and appreciate,
Why we are here.
And 'WHO' and 'WHAT' IT is,
Our lives are lived here for!
'Place no other gods before ME!
That's ALL I ask!
How difficult 'is' that task? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misguided Misdemeanors
Even though the rush of ongoing tragedies,
Seem to be the result of accusations,
We are a people in denial.
Let us not abandon the strength we maintain,
In keeping our delusions.
To leave and ignore those insisting,
There is a need to examine our way of life,
With a proclaiming of our relentless stubbornness...
To drastically change our ways of doing things,
Midstream.
It would be pointless to adopt to adapt,
To such needless measures.
We can always rename these 'common' incidents,
We seem to daily face with such frequency these days...
As misguided misdemeanors.
Remember this...
We are not here to validate,
The painful affects and presence of our ignorance.
Let us ensure that all pretentions we keep,
Are safely kept protected to guarantee...
Our insecurities will never be revealed,
To be interpreted as admissions of weakness.
'But how can we explain the increase of insanity? '
We will continue to label these mavericks misfits.
'An entire population of people? '
There is no need to sensationalize.
These isolated incidents stirring in the minds,
Of a few disgruntled people.
There is no need to exaggerate the mundane.
Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And all of us should be focused on the economy.
With the acknowledgement,
Of who we have chosen to place blame.
'All of this is becoming quite disturbing.'
Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And it is extremely important,
We do our utmost best to keep medicated...
Through this strenuous and gut wrenching process.
Knowing...
Our values and standards are being attacked and tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wished upon a star one day
I wished upon a star one day
As it went shooting through the sky,
I wished upon a star one day
As it passed me by.
I wished upon a star one day
That my prays come true,
I wished upon a star one day
And then i thought of you.
I wished upon a star one day
And realised i was crying,
I wished upon a star one day
Then dreamed that i was dying.
I wished upon a star one day
But my wish never became real,
I wished upon a star one day
And realised what i feel....
Nothing!
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So long as thou are ignorant be not ashamed to learn. Ignorance is the greatest of all infirmities, and when justified, the chiefest of all follies.
quote by Izaak Walton
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Crazed With A Self Centeredness
When a leader of intelligence,
That clearly should get respect...
But doesn't by those who have chosen,
To express their ignorance.
This reflects on what they represent.
With nothing left that can be said,
About beliefs that are kept...
In the minds of those,
Crazed with a self centeredness.
'Not only are your actions disrespectful,
But you also have been fed a belief...
You can do and say as you please.
With a representing of those like yourself,
Providing a validation as to why the world,
Is in such a mess.'
~I thought you were finished with your statement.~
'No!
You wanted to give your ignorance an attention.
And without mentioning how well you represent it,
You should be proud of it being televised.
Congratulations.
Now...
If you have finished interrupting me,
I will proceed with the continuing of my speech.
And may I add...
Thank you for providing your unsolicited endorsement.
You have relieved me from announcing your stupidity.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing on a shooting star
I wished upon a shooting star
As it went through the sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
As it shot right by.
I wished upon a shooting star
That my prayers would all come true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And then I thought of you.
I wished upon a shooting star
And noticed I was crying,
I wished upon a shooting star
And realized I was dying.
I wished upon a shooting star
But my wish never came true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And hoped it would get me through.
I wished upon a shooting star
That the she would still be there,
I wished upon a shooting star
That she would always care.
I wished upon a shooting star
Here in this night sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
That our love will never die.
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To Keep Up With the Times
It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.
With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!
And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personal
Anything you want from me
Ill do
But first
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Personal with you
Were sittin havin dinner at your parents home
Some of the finest food Ive ever known
But I need some sweetness on my tongue
And it aint a type of sugar oh no
So maybe we can go somewhere
Neighbour room girl I dont care
Wheres the bedroom
(its upstairs)
Ill meet you there in a minute
Girl so we can get
Lets get personal (ooh yeah)
Personal (tight baby)
Personal (maybe we can get)
Personal (just a little, just a little bit)
Lets get personal (ooh yay)
Personal (I wanna get personal)
Personal (come on baby, just trust me)
Personal (I wanna get)
Personal with you
Im behind you in your bedroom with your hands against the wall
But keeping one eye on the door
Got your t-shirt and your panties on
Ooh I feel so right, cant be wrong, no
I know you like it when I touch you there
Girl just keep it quiet or theyll hear
Feel the tremblin all down your leg
Id love to head to your bed
So that we can get
Personal
Shhh
Should I take off my clothes (no)
Put the lock on the door
Let go of your deepest inhibitions
Let me fulfil your fantasies girl
Like me touching you there (yeah)
The way that I play with your hair
Emotions running wild until we stop
Yeah
Lets get personal (ooh baby)
Personal (I wanna get personal with you)
Personal (we can do anything you wanna do)
Personal (whoah)
Lets get personal (when you rub and youre close to me)
Personal (feel the fire just like ecstasy)
Personal (girl and the way that youre touching me I want it baby all the time)
Personal
Personal with you
Oh I want to
Make love to you
So lets
Get personal
Let me be
Your fantasy
Youre all
I need oh girl
Lets get personal
Personal (with every little thing you do)
Personal (its like ecstasy baby)
Personal (when Im right when Im back next to you)
Personal (girl I dont give a damn about)
Personal (whos that saw, go downstairs)
Personal (I just wanna get personal baby)
Personal (so bad makes me wanna say)
Oh whoa whoa whoa
It makes me wanna say
Oh whoa whoa whoa
All of my people say
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
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The Increase Of Its Popularity
The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.
Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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