Forget About The Use Of Alcohol
It would be great,
If those giving their biased opinions...
Behind the scenes,
Come forward!
And publicly make it known,
That what they expose...
Is merely a facade to show.
What is unbiased as expressed,
Does not reflect their deeds.
Has anyone noticed,
Something conflicting about this?
What other explanation would they have,
For the devastation that has occurred?
It is everywhere!
Are those affected...
The only ones that see it?
And taxes collected and spent,
Are used for...?
Oh,
That's right.
Protecting standards and values.
And a way of life!
Someone amongst them...
Had to have had prior knowledge,
Of a crumbling beginning.
Hunger and homelessness...
Have not been choices made.
Forget about the use of alcohol.
Who hasn't attempted to blame that,
As a means to excuse their actions!
Many have wined and dined too long...
On grandeur and condo decor.
Now they are whining to discover to find...
In prolonged debates,
Their decisions made were wrong.
Now with a blaming done to one another...
As to who should be accountable,
For enforcing upon them delusions...
That have been much too strong!
And...
Irresponsible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Elected, Liked and Popular
Someone has to be held responsible,
For allowing people to make wrong decisions.
Someone has to be held accountable,
For allowing people to dismiss their values.
And adopt standards that unleashed upon them...
An onslaught of disrespect.
With a lack of discipline...
Their blind mindsets enjoyed and accepted.
Someone has to be held responsible,
For the blatant theft and rise of crime.
Someone elected, liked and popular...
To lead and guide them out of shadows,
Should have had their interests protected.
And their choices made,
More closely inspected.
With a voice of concern...
Their way of life has been neglected.
And they someday will pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reason and Cause
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect...
Or get!
To excuse a promise made,
Often degrades a relationship.
Especially if made to children.
Children do not forget it.
And adults who make promises...
With no intentions to fulfill them.
Find themselves blaming someone else,
For breaking a commitment.
Only to discover,
They have become the reason and cause...
Of that person's resentment.
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect.
Or ever again will get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Under Such Duress
You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.
Hunger and homelessness,
Were those things not addressed.
Since you were then not affected.
In fact,
You had expressed...
A disdained for those suppressed.
And living under such duress.
That you are now stressed,
By similar distresses.
Why are your needs more of a priority?
When it has been your selfishness,
And way of life kept...
That has created today's disasterous effects!
And I,
Still affected...
By your decades of unwarranted disrespect,
Am accused of not expressing...
To you an empathy you feel I should direct?
Your delusions have created this mess!
Not mine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revealed To Make Known
What are you doing?
You can't do that.
'What do you mean,
What am I doing?
I am holding myself accountable,
For my own actions.'
But...
What about the people?
'What about the people? '
What will they do now?
They are accustomed to finding fault.
And blaming with accusations,
Those who normally deny any participation...
In creating to initiate forward movements they have made.
What do you expect me to say to them?
Since now I find myself in a unique situation.
'Say something like...
You people are plucking on my last nerve.'
But then they will turn on me,
Because they will feel offended by the message.
'Great!
Now you know why others are reluctant,
To take the responsibility to become messengers.
And think of it this way...
You will not have to question,
Whether or not you have gotten their undivided attention.
People do not keep that a secret,
To be revealed to make known.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attempted Murder
Your objectives do not motivate me.
Why would you think they could?
'If I got you to believe you were great,
My self esteem would raise.
Since you would then reflect a joy,
I am determined to see you receive! '
And this deception I am to believe?
'I hope that you do.
I've spent a fortune getting the skywriter
To print 'You Are Great' in the sky.
For weeks!
But you never looked up at all.
We can't give happiness away today!
What's going on? '
Too many of us have been sold on self hatred.
When the money goes...
So does everything else!
But that's not where I'm at.
My mind is somewhere else.
On a whole different thing!
'That's pitiful.
Then what are those values and standards based on?
What about your faith and Christianity and all that?
The fellowman, and brotherhood and unity speeches?
What's that all about? '
When the money goes...
So does everything else!
But like I said...
My mind is somewhere else.
It ain't on that!
'But you can at least feel great without a dollar in your pocket! '
And you can gain 300 pounds without eating a meal, right?
Wrong!
I really appreciate what you are trying to do.
But I am still going to call the police.
I told you I had no money to pay for that skywriter.
And you break into my home!
Looking for something of value.
Do you see how basic I live?
What makes you think I don't enjoy my life,
As it is?
'Yeah, man!
I didn't realize this was the way you enjoyed life.
Damn.
Like this?
I mean, this is BAYZICK!
I thought you were one of those dudes,
Needing a bit motivation.
And I was ready to put my life on the line! '
You have!
Unlawful entry and attempted murder!
'Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa..WHOA!
What are you talking about? '
You attempted to kill my peace of mind!
That's attempted murder.
And that's what I am going to accuse you of.
And I defy anyone who says you didn't do it!
You're going to be locked up for a long time.
Hopefully for the rest of your life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exceptions Made To Created Rules
Exceptions made to created rules,
Has established the need.
For a Department of Addendums.
Making the following of rules,
Foolish.
For anyone attempting to understand,
The purpose of their origin.
Since the following of rules legitimately,
Hasn't made those values and standards...
Many proclaim as adding a quality to their lives,
A cost effective proposition.
In fact,
Prior to those exceptions made,
One's life lived had been with less complications.
Today,
Those complications are needing interpretations...
For those seeking explanations,
Whether to live basically with no rules to follow.
Or demand more addendums,
To define what basic means.
And which lawful rule is broken,
If one decides living a life that 'is' basic
Will not have them arrested for indecent exposure.
Since many will protest they have become offended.
By someone daring to live,
Without attempting to make impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Waste Your Patience
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Nor do they appreciate their own lives they hate!
People like this blame others for their failures.
Seek to analyze who lead them into traps.
And jealous of advancements of others they are.
Especially those they use to laugh at behind their backs.
Those that now witness them shuffling along...
With long faces drawn and ambitions distant and gone.
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Hating themselves and everyone around them too!
Nothing!
There is nothing anyone can possibly say or do,
For those who refuse to listen and comprehend...
Any advice that is given to them!
And empathy expressed they also ignore too!
The best decision one in this position can make...
Is to evaluate the situation,
And from this excuse creator...
Move!
Do not apologize when exiting swiftly,
To break quickly away.
Just keep on steppin'.
Move!
Do not waste your patience!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Held Accountable
We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.
We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Disregarding One's Gift of Life
We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.
Some have chosen to fulfill their dreams with things!
Others choose to discover life.
Seeking truth.
And what for them true happiness means.
And still there are others who prey,
For all the wrong reasons.
Leeching to please urgent needs.
And completely satisfied...
To play with life all day.
And make commitments,
To waste time at night.
We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.
And yet there are those who despise themselves...
With needs to start arguments.
For them conflicts they wish to incite.
To peak their interests by starting fights.
And disregarding one's gift of life...
As something they've been ordained to take away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Results Of Any Choices Made
I've never found it acceptable,
How grown people still use their childhoods...
To make continued excuses for themselves.
With the seeing of psychologists, psychiatrists...
And others designated to be certified,
To professionally analyze their minds.
With a trying to get them to realize and find,
That a being held accountable with a clarity...
For one's own decisions made,
Is no longer the responsibility of mommy and daddy.
However...
Mommy and daddy should have been arrested...
A long time ago,
For permitting such spoiled children...
Access to beliefs,
They were entitled to point blame on others.
With a dismissing of strict discipline,
To ensure those now thoughtless knew the difference.
Mommy and daddy could be 'sentenced' for not doing this.
BUT...
Regardless of what should have taken place?
The results of any choices made are clearly to be,
What they are as seen from what has been selected...
To represent the best of efforts allowed and condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Heart Is Not My Own
Oh,oh, yeah,
Oh yeah,
Underneath it all was everything I did not say,
All the scenes Ive pulled was me just trying to find my way,
Just putting on a show, but in the light of day,
I see it all, its crystal clear, what I needed most
Was waiting all along right here
Baby my love goes on,
Choices I made were wrong,
You are where I belong,
Youre all Ive got, my heart is not my own.
Not my own
Almost gave up hope of ever finding peace of mind,
Almost lost my soul, seeking what I could not find.
Chasing things I knew could never satisfy my heart,
I left my heart, I left my life, I left my senses
And I drove all night
Baby my love goes on,
Choices I made were wrong,
You are where I belong,
Youre all Ive got, my heart is not my own.
Not my own
I left my home, I left my life, I left my senses
And I drove all night,
I see it now, its crystal clear, what I needed most
Was right here, right here
Baby my love goes on,
Choices I made were wrong,
You are where I belong,
Youre all Ive got, my heart is not my own
Baby my love goes on
Choices I made were wrong,
You are where I belong,
Youre all Ive got, my heart is not my own.
Baby, baby, yeah baby..... (fade)
song performed by by Ronan Keating
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What Do You Believe?
we cannot say that we believe
in something, and then by our
actions, or even worse, inaction,
contradict it!
we are what we do, what we give,
and where we are standing at the
end of the day...
we all make mistakes, we all fail
on occasion, (i may be the worst!) ...
but the mistakes and failures dont
define us... how we react to them,
whether we take ownership of them,
and what we do to rectify them does!
the concept that anyone can reach
their dreams at the expense of anyone
else is false...
in order to restore integrity and dignity
to our lives, we have to have purpose...
and we have to have a deep level of
commitment...
we, and even our children, and their children,
are and will be governed by the results
of choices, choices already made, choices
being made, and future choices!
nothing happens by chance. we have no one
else to blame... and we cant put it on a
higher power... we cannot expect instant
redemption, or divine intervention...
it is up to us, as individuals, and as
community!
what do you believe? show me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Self Righteousness Is Blessed
Don't hand me that fight for honor nonsense,
Needing to be won and done by anyone...
With a killing on a battlefield no one shuns.
When hunger and homelessness,
Greets to welcome...
Heros with no place to go, who suffers?
What self righteousness is blessed,
When nothing else is left to give...
Except the expectation of hollow praises.
And the sacrifices made,
Are seldom proven by those who express...
Such great interest in protecting peace.
Who's peace is so valued,
They would neglect with a consciousness...
Those who give their lives to protect it?
And...
With such obnoxious pretense,
They are entitled to feed upon their lofty delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tables Turn And Times Change
For decades.
'D' With 'cades'...
Decades!
The homeless and those hungry,
Have survived outside...
Under carboard, subways
And bus and train stations.
Ignored completely...
By those giving them,
Cornered looks from eyes...
With raised noses.
As those of 'means'...
Treated the people in these scenes,
As if to be invisible.
With a wish,
By those 'of means'...
Not to see 'those' people,
In these scenes.
'Why can't they find jobs?
It is deplorable to see this...
Acceptable laziness.'
But,
The tables turn and times change.
'Those' people are now joined by 'them'.
And 'they' together are finding...
How values swiftly shift,
From mall shopping...
To wishing someone hurries,
From a publicly used restroom!
And newspaper to rub...
Becomes for both of them,
And many with money wearing thin...
A point of focus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Give Or To Get
Two choices were given at mans beginning;
One immensely good; the other life ending.
GOD's way was giving all from a heart of love;
Lucifer became an enemy wanting to get above.
Two tree choices in the beautiful garden Eden;
Wrong selection made due to subtle pleading.
Rebellious longing to acquire things on his own;
Eyes opened to things by man not to be known.
The tree of life for the taking given to us at will;
Knowledge of good and evil came with a bill.
Man in disarray the death debt could not pay.
Defiant man could no longer in the garden stay.
Within the garden they lived in a peaceful life;
Cast out they found a world of labor and strife.
Through human's history the choices remain;
Become holy; do good and from evil abstain.
GOD's gift to man will alleviate and relieve;
Through love the gift of life we may receive.
Now to give or to get; which is right for all?
No question for me; GOD has made the call!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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From The Moment You Awakened
From the moment you awakened,
To face a new day.
As fresh as the leaving,
Of scented morning dew.
It was you who made decisions,
To address as you presented yourself...
With choices you alone made.
From the moment you awakened,
Until you made accusations...
To place blame on someone else,
For that which you alone chose to do...
Is to say to anyone within listening distance,
From the moment you awakened...
To face the day,
You premeditated to find excuses to make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devotion and Persistence
A warm welcome of deeds performed,
Aren't always received with standing ovation.
Sometimes what is done is not even noticed.
So what does one do?
Break down in devastation?
Those who give from the heart,
Are not that small in number.
They are not out seeking applause,
Like many false givers do!
It isn't rare that there are those sincere.
They do not appear with banners adorned.
Wanting their accomplishments,
To be heard going on and on.
By someone else who may be impressed.
Someone else who may or may not express envy.
A warm welcome of deeds performed,
Aren't always received with standing ovation.
Sometimes what is done is not even noticed.
So what does one do?
Break down in devastation?
Or make proclamations,
Of how long their 'sacrifices' have been in place!
And those social butterflies,
Are never without their resumés.
Or hints of reminders of those deeds done they do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Classic Are The Reactions
Classic are the reactions,
Of those given advice!
But have a need to attack,
Those they approached...
For advice that is solicited,
Not once but more than twice.
That advice was not taken,
By those now shakened.
And today they are on the scene...
Disliking the circumstances,
Those choices they themselves made...
That embarrasses them,
And publicly demeans.
With only themselves left to blame,
For not taking the advice...
To avoid their outlandish claims.
They now wish to inflict,
An emotional pain...
On those who unselfishly,
To their aid came.
With an escaping of responsibility...
And an accusatory slandering,
Of names to defame.
As they take to the streets,
To shame others in deceiving campaigns!
Hoping that such organized ignorance...
Will smother their insecurities,
With an attention that gains!
Like a child who cries, 'Victim'...
To their own applied lies.
'No empthy for me,
So they must bleed.
No empthy for me,
So they must bleed.
No empthy,
No empthy...
So they must bleed! '
~What is that all about? ~
Just some folks who made decisions,
And hated the outcome of their choices made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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