For The Ease of It
Some folks say what they do,
For the ease of it.
That is quicker to produce,
Than it is what they've said they've done.
If the mind isn't there with a physical connection.
Produced by faith that takes blood, sweat and tears.
And a spiritual affinity...
That is closer than any blood one my drip,
From that attachment.
Only then can someone say they do something...
Because it is loved.
The others?
They say what they say at social functions,
To impress.
And it shows from a lack of discipline...
Whenever they do what they do is addressed.
The mediocrity of it is a mess!
There is no work ethic that has been expressed,
Or valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disrespect For Discipline and Effort
In the land of steady habits,
The lack of initiative began.
And a wish to do away with a work ethic,
Produced a disrespect for discipline and effort.
And today with that observed,
People demand what they do not deserve.
With schemes to take away from those,
To discredit.
And implement an ease of decadence,
That neither takes a sweat to toiled...
Or a concentration,
To materialize a devastation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drip, drip, drip
tears roll down my face
drip, drip, drip
that's all I hear as the tears fall
in the dark
I sit alone as blood runs down my arm
and mixes with my tears
drip, drip, drip
my door is locked
my knife is a deadly scarlet
getting closer every time
to the veins I desirer
drip, drip, drip
I push the blade deeper into my arm
it hurts but it's a good pain
a knock at the door
I grab my friend and scream
as I find the veins I want
drip, drip, drip
my mom walks in as I fall to the floor
my dying words to my mom
'I live no more'
she rushed to my body and calls for my dad
I smile as they see my pain
drip, drip, drip
as my blood hits the floor
my mom screams my name
I smile once more
and say good bye
my mom screams ' why god why? '
the last words I heard were a plea for help
until the final
drip, drip, drip
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On Their Feet
My feet walk on soil where my ancestors blood, sweat and tears where shed.
Blood from the lashes on their backs that was put there by a cold wet whip all because they fought to be free.
Sweat that dripped from their brows from the hard work they did to help build this country we call America.
Tears that was cried so many nights they could fill a river with their sorrow.
But even after all that they did not crawl upon their knees or slide upon their bellies.
Their faith gave them hope for a brighter future for all those who would come after them. People such as Rosa Parks, Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and even me, and because of this faith no matter what they always stood upon their feet.
Few Hours At Their Disposal to Doze
Work involved was discovered,
For the many of them...
Doing things on a whim!
It isn't as easy as 'making' a baby.
Or turning on one's TV.
Those things done with little effort.
As one in minutes...
Or seconds becomes pleased.
A production is easier to take,
From the outside looking in!
It is not as easy as critiquing.
And that seems to be done quicker,
Than one can sip tea.
Although impatiently waiting,
For this to be prepared to one's taste.
As one hopes it would be
It isn't nearly as easy as it is,
To sit and wish.
Or complain as someone else does it.
It may look easy to supervise.
But it isn't.
Laziness is quick to detect.
No rest here is involved.
At all.
To accomplish something requires work.
With a 'w' connected to the O, R and K.
And if one wishes to produce dreams...
One day it will be realized,
Dreams that come to life...
Do not flow freely as if water in a stream.
Or from a tap to drip!
Nor do they come to a baited hook,
Upon the sight of it.
For one with no patience to fish.
And many are left sitting with their visions.
'I 'almost' caught one THIS big.'
If one wishes to succeed...
They must also prepare to sweat and bleed.
And show that with little effort!
That's the 'key' of it if it is a desired wish.
If not?
Folks with no experience,
Should keep their mouths closed.
But they don't.
Those who wish to succeed,
Have few hours at their disposal to doze.
OR snack happily in between commercials shown.
'Are you in the kitchen?
Do you mind bringing me a beer?
And a sandwich with lettuce and tomatos.
If there is chips...
Bring those too! '
To complete is to 'doing'
As that is to getting something done.
Usually with less lip.
And likely with far less tongue!
For the one who knows what it takes...
To break a sweat without regret.
Even if that should require one to run.
'Don't try to tell me how to raise my children! '
~I'm not trying to tell you how to do that at all.
However,
If they insist on playing in my backyard...
'You' teach them how to mow my grass.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes Desire
It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
Demanding one be patient,
With self first and others too!
And none of this includes spending time in denial.
Sometimes a little blood has to drop.
To get folks to start believing in themselves.
This should be easier than it is!
But...
So many give up.
And become discouraged.
And discouragement can be found anywhere.
As long as there are those who seek weaknesses,
And defeat expressed from others.
They will be there.
Cheering this on.
To keep their fears dependent...
And giving them a sense of belonging.
It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
And to pull away with strength,
From those who would prefer
To keep the state of one's mind weak!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood Sweat And Tears
We have nothing to offer
you.. say the cows of
their gravy.. but our
blood, sweat, and tears.
How is it that their
tears..
are crystalline and clear
when they are made of
crimson blood and torn
from their broken hearts?
How is it that such tiny
orbs.. can contain
a globe of suffering?
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(to Ingrid Newkirk..
No 2 people in the animal rights movement agree on priorities
or tactics, but Ingrid Newkirk, cofounder of PETA, has with the help
of members and volunteers and other groups around the world
built a 2 million member organization which is currently asking people
to boycott KFC)
(blood sweat and tears: blood containing animal fat, sweat containing
trioxypurine or uric acid, more harmful than caffein, and tears
containing terror hormones of adrenalin)
poem by Saiom Shriver
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F.y.i.
If I wished to reach a goal...
And my thoughts were not assisted?
And all I did was sit and lipped it.
How close to that goal do you think I'd be?
If I sought something to achieve...
And I called for help to do it.
And nothing I did produced anything at all.
Because I waited for others to 'get-on-the-ball'.
What would you think of me?
If I complained about another,
Who accomplished with success.
If you knew I had no motivation...
But to you I would say 'Be Blessed'.
And I mentioned to you,
About my faith in God...
But I was always the one in distressed!
Would you think I was empty and hollow?
And all I did was to say things to impress?
Or would you think I was like the others,
Who sat around doing nothing.
But talking about what they want...
And not making one step,
Towards where they have to get!
I bet you then would think,
Not one of us know the concept of work!
And how that concept to us connects!
But I am not that way at all.
I will surround my life with the best!
And I will do that with the aid,
Of 'quality' magazines I select!
I will visualize what I materialize.
And that is an F.Y.I.
To all who produce sweat...
To get!
But...
Not me!
And that is For Your Information.
Here...
Get to flippin'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I suspect that American workers have come to lack a work ethic. They do not live by the sweat of their brow.
quote by Kiichi Miyazawa
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Some Kind Of Welcomed Status
No one should feel threatened,
To serve a life sentenced...
Spent surrounded where people enjoy,
Mediocrity cemented in ignorance...
As if they are meant to seek this to employ.
I can understand why the young people,
Strike out and defy authority as they do!
Most adults are immature...
Without a presence of discipline that is endured.
And...
In most urban centers this is what people choose,
As an approval of some kind of welcomed status.
Or a showing by example,
Those qualities of leadership expressed...
To impress their children.
However...
Neglect is what these young folks expect.
With a quickness of their lives lived,
With no understanding the finalizing of death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rare To Achieve
The creative process takes effort.
Many believe the expression itself is easy.
No announcements made are necessary,
To proclaim an interest to start what is desired...
But repeatedly does not begin.
It takes more than hours!
It takes years to hone a craft...
From love, blood, sweat and tears.
And many are not connected to what they deem as easy.
Several may get upset...
Because no support from others they get.
Why?
Well...
Let's analyze it!
Very few concepts that are lipped,
Arrive to the wrists.
With sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
It is more glamorous to say what it is one wishes to see done.
Than it is to realize it and have it shown under the Sun.
And a work truthfully in progress,
Is seldom mentioned until a finished product is seen.
Few projects move from discussion to completion.
And the ones that do...
Require a focus to get done with collective discipline.
And this,
Is extremely rare to achieve in 'most' small minded communities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ghetto Dressed
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
It may not be politically correct,
To address this publicly.
Or expect this confessed.
But some who lack a certain finesse...
With social graces limited at best.
May acquire an appearance,
That might impress.
However...
If there is no consciousness,
That understands there is more to success...
Than 'things' one possesses.
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
And 'if' left unaddressed...
It will never progress,
To heights of one's accepted satisfaction.
That's just the way it is,
Without polish, sacrifice and a few tears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If Made to Compliment
Embedded within those self centered mindsets...
Are preconceived judgements.
And indoctrinated at birth...
Are our obsessions with possessions.
Valued more than deeds...
Done by anyone at a greater worth.
Embedded within,
Them...
Those with turned up noses.
Are visuals that impress.
Before indepth attention is addressed.
And this is expressed...
To avoid any references directed to insecurities.
Surfaced by others...
As if made to compliment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Want Blood You Got It
Its criminal, there ought to be a law
Criminal, and you know what were shootin for
Shouting at the other guy
When his back is turned
Dont know the reason why
Aint it bout time you learn
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
Wha-ooh
Its animal, livin in the human zoo
Its animal, and I know what you gotta do
Its the curse of the working man
Givin more and gettin less
Doin everything he can, cleaning up the mess
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
Ooooh (shove it)?
You want blood, you want blood
After you
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks,
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
song performed by by AC-DC
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Another Day
She walks the halls in sheer anger.
She breaks the lockers in half,
She goes into the bathroom and cuts herself
Drip, Drip, Drip goes the blood,
She can't help herself,
she just wants to go and die,
it's not fair,
people are bullies.
They tease, they torment.
She tries to hold back the tears,
but it comes gushing out.
She weeps her last tears.
She wipes her eyes dry
and gets the rope
she ties it to the light
and she jumps.
poem by Scarlet Outlaw
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Spiritual City
Spiritual thought
Spiritual life
Spiritual city
Spiritual wife
Spiritual work
Spiritual war
Spiritual people
Spiritual law
Hey ho skdoodle-addle-o
Spiritual city gonna watch you grow
Hey ho skdoodle-addle-o
Spiritual city gonna watch you grow
Spiritual call
Spiritual tie
Spiritual seeker
Spiritual high
Spiritual need
Spiritual thirst
Spiritual beauty
Spiritual birth
Hey ho skdoodle-addle-o
Spiritual city gonna watch you grow
Hey ho skdoodle-addle-o
Spiritual city gonna watch you grow
Spiritual child
Spiritual man
Spiritual power
Spiritual land
Spiritual love
Spiritual rage
Spiritual vision
Spiritual age
Hey ho skdoodle-addle-o
Spiritual city gonna watch you grow
Hey ho skdoodle-addle-o
Spiritual city gonna watch you grow
Blood of the world, mother of mine
Gonna see you rise higher in time
Blood of the world, mother of mine
Gonna see you rise higher in time
Blood of the world, mother of mine
Gonna see you rise higher in time
Blood of the world, mother of mine
Open your eyes and let em shine !
Everybodys born to do a certain thing
And if youre dead jammy you find it.
And if youre good at it just keep doing it
Until youre fed up then do something else.
Youre here to make babies and look after the place.
You know ? (billy connolly)
song performed by by Waterboys
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People Are Inclined To Split From It Quick
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance
Accepted and not addressed.
I also know that truth sickens and not mends.
A truth spoken for many is considered wicked.
Although deceiving anyone,
Gets a door to open.
And when that door opens with an allowance done,
People do not fear it.
But from the truth they run.
Leaving the one who comes to speak truth,
Ostracized and shunned because it stuns everyone.
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance.
Accepted and not addressed.
And an avoidance of it,
People are inclined to split from it quick.
Intelligence AND common sense?
Those are the two most forbidden mental elements,
People are taught early to be suspicious of their presence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any Faith
Belief it comes in every kind; faith that grips the heart and mind,
But faith’s deeper than belief, like a branch that holds each leaf,
When you’re planted in the Tree, within the Branch of all Eternity,
All leaves never wither or fall, being nourished by the Lord of all.
There’s men with faith, although, are not rooted enough to grow,
Head belief but no spiritual root, within this life, produce no fruit.
And a faith with only head belief, produces withered, falling leaf.
Rooted only in spiritual sand, upon The Rock they cannot stand.
There are beliefs in many a place, having faith less God’s Grace,
In many beliefs, it’s understood, that mankind is basically good,
Men building a faith down here, without that need for Godly fear,
Ignoring Truth wanting His love, thinking all get to Heaven above.
Some with a faith about the earth, see no need for spiritual birth,
Never looking up to The Creator, with no thought about a Savior,
Being stewards of God’s creation, with no need of His salvation.
As saving earth is the urgent need, the only truth men must heed.
Any faith, as noble as it may be, cannot save a soul for Eternity,
If that faith has ignored, the blood atonement of Christ our Lord,
If it fails to embrace this Truth, ahead will only be strong reproof,
As faith in Christ is the only belief, that gives a soul eternal relief.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
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to abandonment
i am already at ease
these happen all the time
and it has no effect
on my blood anymore
these blood that keeps on
running
without an arrival
these blood that
pours
when i have no
more tears
to show you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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to abandonment
i am already at ease
these happen all the time
and it has no effect
on my blood anymore
these blood that keeps on
running
without an arrival
these blood that
pours
when i have no
more tears
to show you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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