Foolishness Encouraged
A foolishness encouraged,
Begins a growth of it.
Look around!
And as this is done,
Ask yourself this question,
'When did I believe,
This would flourish...
To enhance my nourishment? '
And if you can not answer that at all...
Hold yourself accountable!
Since a responsibility for it belongs,
To 'you'!
No one else has kept a reaction to this stalled.
You have been in complete deluded acceptance.
With a difficulty now found,
To sweep the affects of it away from your doorstep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trouble Gets Double Treatment
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
When,
A thought process...
Accepts mediocrity achieved,
To be one's best.
And this,
Unconsciously...
Stirs the acceptance,
Of a restless nonsense.
Trouble gets...
Double treatment,
That...
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
YES!
Trouble gets,
Double treatment...
That,
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
With taxes applied,
At the max!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Could Have Been A Flourishing
There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
And an increase of understanding,
From everyone released.
There could have been growth,
With a beneficial purpose done.
But that road was blocked...
By the ones who joined that bandwagon,
With wishes to have these joint ventures stopped.
There could have been,
A respecting of differences from the beginning...
To everyone's benefit.
There could have been appreciation expressed,
For one person to the next.
There could have been ideals addressed,
With less dissecting as to whose suggestions...
Were better than the rest.
But minds seeking to impress...
Infected all with a lack of interest.
There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
But those mature enough to do this,
Could no longer endure those immature!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't believe he had a responsibility to even answer that question - you have no responsibility to answer personal questions that people have no right to ask you.
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Not Only Accepted But Endorsed
When one is revealed to have an intelligence,
Among others who are more interested...
In displaying an ignorance,
That entertains in delighting...
Acceptable foolishness.
Here can be found in environments like this...
Is a total absence of an accountable responsibility.
With an insistence that persists.
And those who appear,
To have acquired an 'intelligence'...
Are often dismissed as novelties.
In environments,
Where a lack of discipline and laziness...
Is not only accepted,
But endorsed as a reflection...
Of what a mindlessness can enforce to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blissfulness
As I watch beliefs you hold,
Crumble and fall.
It saddens me to know,
Your madness stored
Continues to show!
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
As I observe you praying for release from 'sins'...
I think to myself,
'How did these fears begin? '
Hypocrisies committed is all I see,
By those entrusted but dismiss honesty!
As I watch beliefs you hold,
Crumble and fall.
It saddens me to know,
Your madness stored
Continues to show!
A growth and appreciation of self has gone!
As you carry on looking hopeless and forelorn!
And all that needs to be done,
Is an opening of your eyes!
Cease fulfilling your life with alibis...
Shared without vision with those who lie.
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
What do you believe will encourage you to flourish?
Without 'things' to feed,
Temporary desires bleeding your needs!
This is not pleasing to you at all!
Shopping for enlightenment,
Can not be found in crowded malls!
Tempting with teases to empty your pockets!
Leaving you to remorse habits you can drop...
By stopping it!
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
Disperse with this...
For a happier existence that can exist!
Connect you must,
To your 'higher self'.
There is magic when you discover,
Your own blissfulness to trust!
Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!
Connect you must,
To your 'higher self'.
There is magic when you discover,
Your own blissfulness to trust!
Stay Blissed!
Inspired By:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
WWUH-FM radio Jazz DJ
(University of Hartford)
And photgrapher of superior talents.
'Thank you, Mo! '
Lawrence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will It Enhance a Diet Missed?
Brimming of pink,
With a fizz that drizzles.
And sipped,
For taste buds to delight.
And marketed to excite,
Inviting appetites.
We must be appeased by the sight of it,
As it sits.
Although it may have nothing to do,
With a nourishment wished,
Yet not done.
And encouraged we are to drink,
By everyone who runs to get some.
'But...
What is it?
Will it enhance a diet missed?
One insisted that should exist.
If we all, indeed, should be physically fit! '
What is more important?
Your health,
Or conformity?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance Threatens the Status Quo
Small towns aren't the only places...
Where acceptance is regarded,
As difficult as learning a foreign language.
And spoken although despised...
By those noncomformists criticized,
And labelled to provoke...
As mavericks.
Acceptance threatens the status quo.
Those folks choosing to maintain unconditional control...
No matter how low the deceptive use of their tactics.
And...
Innovative are those tactics!
Acceptance fosters maturing as well.
Small minds uncomfortable with this process...
Are generally threatened by growth,
And the affects of all signs of intelligence expressed.
This is as evident as the planting of weeds,
To ensure the killing of floral bloom.
And the excitement of the anticipation of it.
This kind of acceptance is an infestation.
And some folks are just as thrilled to manifest the defects!
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Sins Of Our Fathers
It's a seed planted
By the history of our forefathers
That is in you and I my brothers
Yes! You too my sisters
Are plaqued by the same seed
The same seed that assumed
A place of comfort
In the garden of my father's father's father,
Further and farther from root level
It found its way through the bark to us the branches
And now as we grow leaves
And new buds from us emerge
The seed find its way to our children and so I pray,
Let us children be not held accountable
For the sins of our fathers
We suffer from self doubt and self inadequacy
We ask ourselves the same question
That others before us asked
Who am I to make it,
When in my family no one did?
The question is in you
The question is in me
Yes! You can trace it back to the seed
The same seed that history
Planted in our forefather's garden
To us poverty is congenital
And mediocrity congenial
But how can I believe in myself
When even my father doubt me?
I guess it all begins with me
As a man thinketh, so is he
So hear me father I pray
Let us children be not held accountable
For the sins of our fathers
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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!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Promised To Lead
I can not monitor your movements.
I can only respect the direction you take.
For me to be held accountable for your mistakes...
Is not the purpose for the steps I take.
And for you to suggest,
Your responsibilities are tests for me to accept...
Is not a contemplation I will digest.
Or load on my back...
To prove I can condone your added foolishness.
I promised to lead...
Not bleed to receive your approval,
Or acceptance.
There is more than your priorities,
On my agenda.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enhance Me
Enhance me,
With understanding.
Let 'that' which I know,
Lift me up above restricting shadows.
There to entrap my contentment!
So that I may remain attached to resentment.
And I must not stop,
My growth to contemplate doubt!
I want 'that' out of my mind.
I have come to single it out...
Too much of 'that' has been experienced!
With those indifferent,
And still tossing about!
In anguish.
I wish to dismiss this and let it drift away!
Today.
Enhance me...
To allow acts of comprehension,
Give no immediate attention...
To the intentions I make clear,
And desire to be understood!
Enhance my steps with a calmness of breath.
Enhance me...
Like I can be!
And should.
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The tax on capital gains directly affects investment decisions, the mobility and flow of risk capital... the ease or difficulty experienced by new ventures in obtaining capital, and thereby the strength and potential for growth in the economy.
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Psychotic
Some have chosen to waltz,
Through their lives.
With minimal chances taken.
And faking steps...
Clearly undetermined.
And on their terms,
A reality is accepted.
An expectation understood...
Delays a maturity stunted.
Never happening as it should.
A mindset enhanced,
Is not encouraged to flourish as it could.
A self-centeredness in a world is viewed.
This tainted nourishment is pursued.
A sense of feeling grounded is subdued.
Perplexing them in sheltered nests,
And exposes flaws they believe are hidden...
In a psychotic self deception.
No one contests this acceptance,
As a lost lesson.
Bringing to them neither peace nor rest.
Poisoned on concepts they can not resist to feed.
Social misfits like these can not perceive...
How controlled they are.
In environments they can not see,
Has no allowances for them to be free!
And that is condoned...
As if this was meant to be!
Continuing to tease a release of their own anguish!
And kept medicated on a prescribed point of view,
That keeps them hungering for lives confused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Step Up From Imbecile
He has yet to be sworn into office.
And already they are attempting,
To hold him accountable for the affects
Of their self inflicted ills.
Like children who break their own toys...
Screaming to find someone else to blame.
And wasting time to make claims for their blunders.
With expectations to have their wishes fix,
Their selfish temper tantrum fits!
Yes he has much to do and get done quick!
Without the benefit of a magic wand,
To do the trick.
But he is the one qualified to do his best.
Since the mess he has inherited...
Has been created by others,
Who have yet to confess...
Their complete and total ineptness!
And calling them that...
Would be a step up from imbecile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kill As A Rooted Weed
Even from its birth,
What is accepted has to be allowed to grow.
To bloom as it is encouraged with a nourishment.
Influencing the environment...
With a benefit that returns.
Profiting mentally from a steadfast accountability.
To leave it believing it should remain as is...
Without guiding its potential or assist an ambition,
Will kill as a rooted weed restricted to limits.
And a sharing of disappointment sought to escape,
As one tries to run away unsuccessfully...
To free from responsibility.
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Causes and Affects
Not into that community madness thing.
You know...
The kind that unifies with speeches for peace,
Two hours after a fresh drive by?
Complete with domestic violence,
And silent prayer vigils.
With tear stained faces...
To mask the commonplace,
Disrespect and self neglect!
Somehow...
Those re-inactments,
Squeezes from me...
Every last dropp of joy I have.
For a round of aging sentiments?
Complete with Bible thumpers...
Singing hymns with scriptures preached.
And these same folks can't speak to me,
When they pass me on the streets?
Someone's not receiving the message,
And what can and should be done!
To 'overcome'!
But guess whose steps moves away from this mess!
Divorced and totally agitation free?
Appealing to my peace of mind...
I find belongs to me these days!
Can you see in my eyes the absence of 'craze'?
I wish I could share with you more of it.
But it took too long to arrive.
And I value that...
Much more than recycled efforts!
Truth in reassessment!
That's my daily affirmation!
And your approach...
Has problems dealing with the causes and affects,
Of a perfected ignorance!
If folks don't wish to know...
Or care about their own growth.
How many marches do you think it will take...
For them to locate an identity that unifies,
An acceptance of self?
Before or after 'Lifting Every Voice in Song'?
It is rumored,
Harriet Tubman only had a flashlight,
To lead folks out of the darkness!
Today...
Everyone has a cellphone.
And 'still' can not comprehend,
A text message sent!
And I rush to get a monthly bus pass,
To keep it real and freshly communicated.
With...
'Commuters'?
Exactly!
And free of surcharges.
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Raw
These practices administered are nothing new.
People are becoming less deluded.
And amazed these 'truths' are being revealed.
They are frightened!
And the enlightenment that begins...
Offends.
These are not sins to be forgiven!
This is life undisguised.
Raw!
And uncolorized,
By the acceptance of deceit.
And criticisms spewed that lies hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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His Answer To My Question Was A Question
His answer to my question
Was a question
My answer to his reply
Was returned
With another question
The game of
Answering and asking
Questions
Did not end
Till I questioned
The very motive
Of our conversation
We came to the conclusion
How to pass time?
Was the biggest question
Asking questions
And creating confusion
Was the answer
So we passed our time
Asking and answering questions
The question now is
Whether we did right or wrong?
The answer is
Why ask a useless question?
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This president has been reluctant to hold anybody accountable. No one was held accountable after September the 11th. Nobody's been held accountable after the clear flaws in intelligence leading up to the war in Iraq.
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