For Those Who Choose to Be Connected That Way!
Trying to enforce one's point of view,
In someone else's home...
In their backyard and on their land,
Ultimately achieves unexpected defeat.
For those who believe it is easy to deceive.
Especially if old tactics have proven successful,
In the past!
Today...
Those of higher consciousness are spiritually connected.
In ways understood that deception and use of weapons,
Are as worthless as a car in need of gas to get it started.
Or whatever method today is used that one finds depleted.
It's very much like this in a basic scenerio...
~Arrogance and high expectations,
Is commendable for one attempting to achieve goals set
For oneself.
However...
Danger lurks,
If one perceives another to be so naive
Not to eventually tire of one's deception.
Especially when nothing genuine has been exchanged,
For a show of hospitality that is expressed.
And has been accepted by those understanding this,
For generations.
Someone can expect an eventual rude awakening.~
And that's just a part of human nature.
For those who choose to be connected that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Sharing of Thrones
There is nothing wrong,
If someone has accepted who they are.
That's to be commendable.
However...
To put down others,
Because they are not accepting of who we are...
From our point of view.
And we choose to enforce our ways upon them...
Creates friction.
And perhaps a little 'fiction' about life itself.
I don't have to welcome anyone in my home,
If I don't want them in it.
And I care less what they look like.
What they have or who they know.
Within the boundaries I call 'home'...
There is no sharing of thrones with time limits given.
Or discussions to debate on what I find acceptable!
Not within my space to agitate.
If I aint feeling it...
It will be known!
Nipped in the bud and ended.
That's it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect the unexpected
Expect the unexpected
I may give up trying
But not today that’s for sure
Expect the unexpected
I may lose my nerve
But not today that’s for sure
Expect the unexpected
I may cry loud
But not today that’s for sure
Expect the unexpected
I may end this game
But not today that’s for sure
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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First Time I See
Today, I finally see, has never happened before!
when clock strikes midnight, this day shall never happen again not after a score
of years of anymore! today is done, anyone who dislikes
this fact of life, must learn to live in the NOW
learn to not always wonder why it is or even how
this our only chance to live today, for it will never
come again ever
this is our one shot
at one day for our lives! may be this one shot is all we got maybe its the last
someone on this today might die! !
as another just begins life or a bird learns to fly
its quite funny to see
how everything is connected to everything else
and I to it, we are one
but knowing we are one, one may ask why?
how can one be one with everything have they won?
over reality have they begun to die?
no i say it is the LORD inside of us that connects us all!
we are connected everything and everyone connected in that he will not fall
not fail to love all: D
poem by David Knox
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Connected To You
There are times when I'm happy
and times when I'm sad
and all of these times that I have had
are all connected to you,
so connected to you.
so connected to you.
There are times when it's sunny
and times when it's not
and all of these times I never forgot
were all connected to you,
so connected to you.
'Cause you have my heart on a string
and I can't control one little thing.
Where's my composure? Where did it go?
'Can't even answer for I don't know.
There are times when I'm jumpy
and times when I'm still
and times when I'm playful
like Jack and Jill.
And they're all connected to you,
so connected to you.
So what do I do to get over you?
You've got me crazy in love with you.
I take a step forward and fall back two
and everywhere that I go
there'll be times when I want you
and times when I don't.
There'll be times that I'll have you
and times that I won't
but there's absolutely nothing I can do
'Cause I'm connected to you,
so connected to you
So I know we can never be through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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With Old And Aging Beliefs
The only people today left in the dark,
And feeling stupid they have lived...
In a divided separateness, isolated and apart,
Are those with old and aging beliefs...
That they can say and do anything they please,
With the spending of billions of dollars...
To create their own truth and have it unquestioned.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
And as foolish as these people are,
Who refuse to leave the side of the dark...
To remain with images,
Created to inflate what does not exist.
They still insist their fall into an oblivion,
Is a temporary one.
And they can use their influence to get out of it.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Highly Suspicious Of The Lack Of Authenticity
How can a lie lived by anyone protect?
Or mosquito netting adorned by a mosquito...
Keep one from being bitten,
If already living in a nest of them.
Someone is not accepting,
What to me should have been confessed.
'You...
And the rest of us,
ARE...
In fact,
Mosquitoes.
Yes!
It is true.
That overdressing you do overkills.
From it you should undo.
Weep 'not' my child!
Look around you.
There's not a fly in the bunch! '
I never understood those who choose,
To walk on paths in a forest...
And afraid to confront insects.
Or build fabulous homes where no one roams,
Yet they brag about having an arsenal of weapons...
To feel safe and protected.
From what...
Common sense?
One drenched in trinkets,
And smothered by coverings of plastic...
Does not hide behind masks that crack.
But no one using a mind to think,
Can approach them to tell them that.
Or show them that a wear and tear from usage...
Produces signs of overindulgence.
How can a lie lived by anyone protect?
And from what?
Others also spicing a life lived in deception mode?
Those blinded by the shining of rusting bling?
THINGS that dust untouched and from them no love...
Is heard to be stated,
Much!
Or at all.
A lie eventually exposes everything.
And if one is connected to Mother Nature,
Like we all are...
Since there is no escaping from Her.
Who amongst any of us,
Can successfully masquerade as a tree?
Without another tree knowing?
OR being highly suspicious,
Of the lack of authenticity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addiction Free
Don't come to me when you aint got nothing.
Begging for something from me.
I've given you too many shirts off my back.
Now I'm going to help you,
Get addiction free.
What you expect has been to my expense.
Both physical and spiritually.
My goodwill and nature you've taken.
And not a worthless dime,
Have you offer to give...
Or attempted to leave.
Don't come to me when you aint got nothing.
Begging for something from me.
I've given you too many shirts off my back.
Now I'm going to help you,
Get addiction free.
What you expect has been to my expense.
Both physical and spiritually.
My goodwill and nature you've taken.
And not a worthless dime,
Have you offer to give...
Or attempted to leave.
What I mean and what was meant,
Are conditions that inspired past arguments.
But now I'm heated and there's no need,
For us to discuss anything any longer.
There's been too much blood shed.
And your empathy bleeding ways,
I've seen more than I wish to see.
What I know and expect from you,
Is more of the same game...
With nothing changed,
And too redundant to believe.
What you expect has been to my expense.
Both physical and spiritually.
My goodwill and nature you've taken.
And not a worthless dime,
Have you offer to give...
Or attempted to leave.
Don't come to me when you aint got nothing.
Begging for something from me.
I've given you too many shirts off my back.
Now I'm going to help you,
Get addiction free.
Like I will be,
When you get your ass away from me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Sell Their Souls
Impulsive and full of himself.
That is the image of the legacy he leaves.
Incompetent?
That is not the right word.
Connected!
That's it.
Once you know someone who knows someone else...
That doesn't take intelligence, common sense,
Or even a thought process to distinguish between the two.
People sell their souls to acquire a certain status.
And to have that shared with just a few...
Eventually makes a fool respectable.
And no one in their right mind would allow an idiot,
To achieve anything of dominance.
But then again...
This assessment by now should be obvious.
And a painful admission experienced by many,
Who have allowed themselves to believe
Anything he represents has depth.
Or a consiousness connected.
Although connected he is to those of like minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Gift One Can Receive
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
People wait until it is too late,
To live their lives from a basic point of view.
Believing the purpose of life is in acquiring things,
To pursue with a flaunting of pretentions.
Today people are teaching their children,
It is okay to take from others.
Then find what they have done,
Disappoints with the results that come.
Today people do not accept,
Their own consequences they face.
Only to place blame and find fault,
With those directions they chose to take.
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
Awakening before it is too late,
To self examine...
Is not a sign of weakness.
It is the best gift one can receive.
Afterall...ultimately,
Is it what one has that delivers to them happiness?
Or...
Is it the caring of someone shown that is freely given,
And genuinely felt and known...
That validates with an acknowledgement,
What they have been seeking that is regarded as progress.
'I've given you every 'thing' that money can buy.
And you act as if I don't exist.
It is as if...
I don't know who you are,
Anymore.'
~Oh?
And 'who' are you?
Who are 'we'?
WHAT are we?
Machines are being made...
To 'do' what we 'do'.
Other than self destruction...
What other purpose do we serve? ~
'I'll see you later.
When,
Hopefully...
You are in a better mood.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth And Deception
There is a difference between truth and deception.
Deception can be ignored to eventually go away.
But not too far.
Deceivers like to stick around to recruit.
Truth can not be ignored.
Nor does it hide.
It is often depicted as being evil.
By those who can not face it.
Deceivers worm they way into relationships.
Pretending they are interested,
In other people's business and how it is done.
Only to exaggerate with a demeaning of everyone.
Truth is supportive and show this by being direct.
Rarely truth is found embellishing what it is.
Since truth when accepted,
Stays unchanging and remains effective.
Deceit and those who deceive,
Stand not a chance to remain the same.
It is discovered to be defective.
And when exposed it shows much shame.
And truth when known and exposed by those who know it,
Has nothing to be shamed about.
It is proud to be what it is without having a need,
To whisper secretly from mouth to mouth as deceivers do.
As if to resuscitate to revitalize a fakeness done to prove and use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing New
God did not like deception…
HE got rid of Satan…
Solomon trying to be the best he can be…
Said" cut the baby in-half"
Then the true mother spoke…
The universe shows order…
The constitution our most basic law…
Shows deception…when misunderstood…
Read in your own interest…
GOLDWATER…wow…who was he…and why…
Did the constitution really have a round table? …
But remember the constitution is a political body…
Connected to a capital body…
Adopted by a greed body…
Democracy…(free and equal) …God…Free and equal
Conspiracy lurks everywhere…
The heavens have been cleaned…
But in our society it lurks in our homes
In our jobs and within the military…
OH, MY, GOD…911...NEW YORK CITY…
Is a true president really safe…?
What is a citizenship…?
The last real president(John F. Kennedy)
After signing 10111...not doing what he was told…
Was eliminated…
Hated…
Bringing civil rights into view…
Obama…is still new and true…
A Kennedy knock off…to the world order…
HENRY KISSENGER came on…
To shake Obama's hand…
"YOU THE MAN"
Back on the farm you had to get up before sunrise…
Or your day would be short…
Yes! It's true "the early bird does get the worm"
Secret meetings, hide and seek…
Mason on Mason on Mason after Mason…
"Let it Be"…I ask you people what about…
America do you remember deep within your heart…
An honest look back across the track…
No blindfold…
"LET FREEDOM RING"
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Beneficial Effect
How can you wrap your lips around a deception,
And expect a beneficial effect from it?
However...
After giving this much thought.
Deceivers are known to achieve progress,
Becoming successful at what they do.
Perhaps that is the reason many of them,
Are seldom seen seeking supplemental income.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wished In Retrospect
How legitimate can contributions,
Of a poet made can be?
If comparisons are made to another poet,
Who spoke from a time...
When poets expressed themselves,
From a different philosophy...
That occurred in a past be gone history.
I always accepted poetry to be commentaries,
Of that which depicted activities existing.
But there are those who today compare,
A cobbledstoned road of yesteryear...
To a highway today needing constant updating.
Since those who travel on it...
Have mentioned little interest,
Of using a covered horsedrawn wagon!
And most people afraid,
Will always attempt to validate nonsense.
Since this nonsense becomes romanticized...
As a time when exquisite etiquette was expressed,
As wished in retrospect...
By those whose ancestors were highly illiterate.
And lived amongst themselves in a welcomed ignorance.
And some like me are today told...
Our poetry is not European,
Therefore the quality of it...
Will never achieve exquisiteness.
And I sit to compose caring less,
About comments made by those...
Who have chosen themselves,
As images of correctness...
When generations of them,
Have chosen to digress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Accepted What Their Eyes Have Shown
Something in their heads,
Have them programmed to believe...
They should not respect themselves.
Or expect they can and could achieve.
Something missing in their heads,
Should have connected them to a maturity.
Something that recognized,
Who should be responsible...
And accountable for their activities.
Something in their minds,
Should have made eye contact with themselves.
Something said or they did not see...
A reflection of themselves yet!
One accepted and believed.
Something has left.
And will never return.
Something that should have been taught.
But for them,
Never to be learned!
And that is why they hide from themselves.
They dislike and despise what they see!
And they have never accepted,
What their eyes have shown!
They are afraid to be who they are.
Even alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nibbling Away
You are in my backyard,
Nibbling away inch by inch...
Property that is mine you wish to claim.
And you expect me not to be offended?
Or approach you to defend my interests?
To then say I am your threat?
You may solicit the media to be on your side,
With deception and lies you've been telling.
However...
If you continue to escalate with choices you make,
What makes you believe I should have none?
My neighbors and I have known each other,
Much longer than you have proven you are foolish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Tickled
I feel you watching closely.
And ready to poke.
As if my presence,
Is under your microscope.
Too familiar have I been,
To those toothy grins zeroing in...
With needles and pins.
Attempting to prick,
What is perceived thick skin!
To judge if I am human.
Or if I can take what I am given...
Like a cushion that sits.
Without a feeling connected to it.
And if I should let critique,
Show it bothers me?
I'd be perceived as sensitive.
Like most 'creative' types are thought to be.
'And...
You're not? '
No.
Not necessarily.
But I do admit,
I am often tickled.
By displays of thoughtlessness.
And In public I laugh.
Sometimes in private I giggle.
Since the attention I'm given,
Validates some success.
And doing 'something' with longevity?
That achieves the curiosity from others I get?
I can't help but feel both blessed and amused.
Since I love to tease those who probe,
Who believe I'm easy to disturb and upset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A day never same again
The days can not remain same
No efforts should made to blame
The same mood can be maintained
The feelings can be easily explained
Where are those moments of golden pride?
Why do we forget them and hide?
They are no less important in today’s context?
They can be useful in passing present test
We learn from past mistakes and go ahead
It becomes easier to forge and lead
We started to learn from the day one
This was our concern and can be solved by none
Agony, pain and anguish may for part
We need to forget all and have fresh start
This is how fresh water can be flowed
The stagnation can never be allowed
When we start to know the fellow human being
New dimension is added and something is assured of to bring
It mat relate to efforts for bringing new kind of thinking
Where all can be lifted for good without any fear of sinking
We have same feeling in songs
Love, sympathy and brotherhood expressed in words
No show of deception and sincerity in approach
God too is willing and helping in such
Any one can search the soul and ask
What lay before him as dedicated task?
What does he do to strengthen the movement?
So the humanity survives to an extent
Not all can be lead to believe in what is said?
It is practice for self and conditions not to be laid?
What can be influenced most in daily routine?
As the emergence of sun plays part with sun shine
The truth is simple to be understood like day light
No one can prove it wrong or right
It is reality and has all the essence of truthfulness
Only we can have little try to prove its usefulness
I have all the rights to give shape to future
No one can come and apprise me to make it sure
Lord has give us sense to choose between two
I shall choose the simple one which is true
I am sacrificing nothing for cause
It is expected from all because
This is simple way of falling in line
Rest all can be expected very fine
It was never a problem in present or past
Now the life has changed and moving very fast
No one has got little time to devote for fresh beginning
It can be made as love sport with fresh inning
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Disconnected
I watch you stumble through the morning
I watch you stumble home at night
Silhouetted by a sun without sunlight
I've watched you walk straight through an evening
When you're laden with the day
And the light of the moon, it only gets in your way
From a bedroom window I was anyone
And the street I look upon is my runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
This is the kind of town where everyone knows each other
And everyone hates that they know each other
And no one is getting any younger
From my bedroom window I was anyone
Every street I look upon could be a runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I don't feel connected from
So move on here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
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I Have To Sneeze
Just a second.
I have to snee...
Well,
Maybe not.
You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.
You selected those you liked,
To represent your causes and way of life.
Inspite of their having any knowledge...
Or influence over others,
To solicit an excitement.
Nor could they think their way,
Out of a paper bag.
But they looked good dressed in their Sunday best.
And as long as they impressed,
This made you glad.
And now today,
Since your situations appear exceedingly sad...
You wish to be represented by a competence.
But those you did not choose,
You believed...
Expressed an arrogance.
And even though they displayed a common sense,
You turned them away.
Dismissing them to worship ignorance.
To do as you please.
One moment...
Again I believe,
I have to sneeze.
LOLOLOLOLOL
I apologize.
Who knew I would have that reaction?
You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.
Ahh-Choo!
There it is.
I knew it was coming,
Eventually!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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