From Their Point Of View
There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences.
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.
There will always be those who choose to see life,
And the struggles others endure...
From movies, widening TV screens,
Or binoculars used as they peer from behind trees...
To validate a faking of a wisdom often to be argued,
With the ones who have received their completed lessons...
Taught fresh from the trenches to prove with wounds,
They did not sit to observe someone else fighting their battles.
There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences, either!
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.
And others will volunteer as a sacrifice to feel as a duty,
To assist in securing freedoms for all as promised.
With a few who will come to assist in providing comfort,
Or express an appreciation and with respect...
To the ones who will always associate life,
With a feeling of mental and physical pain for their efforts.
And this is the view many refuse to acknowledge.
Since to do it they will have to admit a reality exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choosing To Finesse With The Best Of Etiquette
From my perspective,
That is all this is.
An authority of life?
No.
Like many, I too
Found adventure and discovery in my youth.
I was quite inquisitive.
Whether wrong or right
My activities did not cease my appetite.
My insights are based upon,
My own experiences.
And I do believe as a writer,
My opinion qualifies.
Just as someone else's 'is'.
Those who get 'uptight'
Because my point of view,
For them does not delight.
Well...
I confess what others may think,
Does not keep me up at nights.
Should it?
And when someone express to me,
That my point of view they disagree.
What can I say?
Knowing that the life I live is mine.
What can I say?
When I know they too...
Wear different shoes,
Than the ones I choose.
And sometimes they do not shine.
From my perspective,
That is all this is.
An authority of life?
No.
Like many, I too...
Found adventure and discovery in my youth.
I was quite inquisitive.
And inquisitive about life...
I still 'IS' with a quest to be me.
Determined to question.
And choosing to finesse with the best of etiquette?
Depends on the atmosphere and mood of the occasion.
I do not make attempts to impress.
Although I will admit,
Being expressive I do with the best of effort.
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Look How Limited And Dim That Point Of View Is
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Remember those cowboy and indian days.
And the cavalry lead by John Wayne...
Saved every studio making movies,
In old Hollywood.
And our sense of greatness,
Was raised to new heights.
We taught our picked enemies how to fight!
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And in denial many wont admit it in public.
As if their mindset does not reflect their ideals.
It does.
Any human being can feel the insignifance of it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Look how the punching of holes in a once floating boat,
Sinks it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And many just lay on the beach to tan.
Without knowing a thing about swimming!
Or which deeds to uphold in respect and demand.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And I'm just observing it.
Not passing judgement on this at all.
I choose not to stall my forward pace.
I choose to widen my perceptions...
As I move my mind into a broader space.
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Not Trying To Sell This
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.
Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!
I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.
That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.
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Even While Sitting On The Shore
Why should I not want to share with you,
Your point of view?
Why would I not wish to hear what your eyes see?
Or feel what is in your heart to reveal?
Why should I not wish with you to connect?
When only you can describe the soil felt under your feet.
When only you have been touched by winds of fragrant breezes...
When I sometimes may choose to sit alone in a funk!
Why should I not want to share with you,
Your point of view?
My life is not always narrowly perspective.
Or retrospectively reflective.
I often wonder about you.
I do!
Even while sitting on the shore,
To observe low tides.
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You Can Choose To Debate This
Long before you set your 'sights',
On evaluating my disposition...
With thoughts you could edit,
My experiences.
With a labelling of them as you saw fit.
I had already begun to live my life.
And your point of view,
Had nothing to do...
With those obstacles I have eliminated!
You can choose to debate this.
But it will not be with me.
Or on my time.
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Only 'Then' Are Things Understood
People who choose to understand,
From 'their' point of view...
Only choose to do it,
If their point of view is agreed.
And only 'then'...
Are things understood.
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Dear Interpreter Of My Life
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
With your assessing insight.
There are times I find,
Your comments quite amusing.
And other times they annoy...
Since within my mind,
Many experiences...
Have been employed.
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
I do my best to respect opinion.
I do my best to bite my tongue.
I do my best,
Not to debate the life I've lived.
Because a comprehension,
Prevents comparisons to others...
Who are on separate missions!
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A simple man.
I am not a Christian
Nor a Muslim or a Jew
I am just a simple man.
Who has a different point of view.
I can't believe the fairy tales.
Which I was taught in my youth.
Because the evidence fails
to convince me of their truth.
I am prepared to listen to.
What you believe with due respect.
But I expect respect from you.
Though you're entitled to reject.
What I believe as being false.
A matter of selection
I dance a jig you choose to waltz.
A different dance for everyone.
Sunday,12 February 2012
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Entitled to Do This
To deny that their greed,
Has depleted all quality of life.
Is to admit that those homeless and starving...
Enforced by a few,
Feeling entitled to do this...
Had been acceptable and alright!
They've been clearly on a mission,
To diminish with racism and division.
And these acts have been barbaric.
Yet they have by them been cherished.
The plug has been pulled,
On once closed eyes now wide open.
They never conceived, perceived or believed,
They would someday become victims.
Or cloaked in their own deceit,
And left defeated and broken.
And even in the moments,
Nearing towards their end...
They still choose to point fingers,
At those long ostracized...
From a way of life,
They themselves have brought to an end.
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With A Sitting On The 'Left' Side
Anything that deals,
With that which should be rightfully done...
Is regarded by many,
To be antics of those liberal.
With a sitting on the 'left' side.
Leaving those feeling entitled and self righteous,
To do whatever it is they choose as liked.
Wherever for them there is an advantage.
However...
With a preference to view themselves,
Conservatively fixed with sights on the right...
And blinded by the self servicing.
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In My Life
Written by ricky & kim wilde
Look for the strength you know you can feel
Search for the truth you know that is real
Then reach for the place you know they cant steal
And say, Im feeling good with my life
No point in letting life bring you down
Theres always something bad hangin round
Face up to trouble and stare it out
I know Im feeling good with my life
In my life - everything is feeling good
In my life - feeling like you know it should
In my life - cant you see its understood
Im feeling good with my life
No better place to start than with you
Get your head together then follow through
Its not what youre saying its what you do
I know Im feeling good with my life
Dont fantasize how your life could be
Make all your dreams a reality
Then there is nothing can bring you down
I know Im feeling good with my life
In my life - everything is feeling good
In my life - feeling like you know it should
In my life - cant you see its understood
Im feeling good with my life
Weve got to make it living together
Learning to share our lives
Weve got to speak from the heart
Find a new way to start
Thats something weve all got to realise
In my life
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What Would Be The Point
What would be the point,
If a blade of grass
Was not meant to feel,
Its importance?
Would it be inspired to grow?
And to whom and what,
Does it attempt to impress?
Another blade of grass,
That stretches to grow fast
From its seed.
What would be the point,
If no flower bloomed.
To provide the bees,
With no nectar to gather.
To return to a hive.
Does it do this,
To keep itself alive?
What would be the point,
For the trees to exist?
If the leaves that grew from them,
Did not assist in the mixture of air.
That helped us breathe.
Do the trees do this,
To flaunt its deeds?
And what would be the point,
For us to seek love.
If all we did with it was to argue,
Again and again as if to win
Debates,
As to who is more deserving
To appreciate this gift of life?
With a stubbornness to convince,
Who is wrong.
And who is right.
What would be the point,
To argue, fuss and fight
If all of us knew this gift of life,
Was meant.
If not
Who's side of the argument makes sense?
If we all are here,
Getting the same attention.
And perhaps
In getting that attention,
There is envy and jealousy?
And anyone who says they believe with faith
Would observe that God has created abundance.
And those who choose to take and not give,
Seem to the ones self destructing.
At their own expense!
To make what point?
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We Need You
Time will see were not searching for a wild excuse
To put emotion back on hold.
Too much has gone down, we know what youre doing,
But do you feel the same way?
You look sharp inside your pointed shoes,
I have this picture hanging in my room
But I refuse to take you down or shake you down,
We could bring you gently round -
If thats what you.. choose, for a point of view,
I think youll find its true.
These words are like sand, just get blown away
All the things wed like to say...
We need you..
We need you (we need you)
We need you (we need you)
We need you (we need you)
We need you (we need you)
We need you (we need you)
We need you...
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Even If Neither One Of Us Admits It
My life is not consumed by negativity.
To mention that which exists,
Is to acknowledge it for what it is.
To ignore that which is to ignore,
With a hope one day it will go away...
Well,
Does little for my imagination.
Nor does it benefit the reality...
Of a life I wish to live,
In complete consciousness.
My life is not consumed by negativity.
However...
The way you choose to view 'your' life,
Is entirely your business.
We need not form a partnership.
Or argue in debate over our differences.
Both of us will still seem to benefit.
Even if neither one of us admits it.
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Selectivity
I sometimes choose to read the news.
Although I seldom share the views.
Which the so called experts express,
those gentlemen who use the press
to try to gain my sympathy
for some outlandish theory.
To which they give their full support
but very little serious thought.
I may be wrong but I suspect
these pundits really do expect
That I should believe their every word.
However patently absurd
But I am not fooled so easily
as they seem to think I’ll be.
I’m wise enough to disagree.
With their brand of idiocy.
I gather facts which I cross check
from other sources that find.
A pinch of salt, I need a peck
They do not think I have a mind.
I’m not incapable of thought
I draw my own conclusions
A little trick that life has taught
me.I have no illusions.
They’re only men the same as me.
Entitled to their point of view
however stupid it may be.
I am quite sure you know this too.
14-Jun-07
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What I Must Insist I Keep
Futile is the attempt to create my reality,
For me.
Or what takes place in it,
To benefit another's version of life.
I will never accept,
Since for me the feeling is not right.
And I don't go out of my way to disrespect anyone,
By rejecting a point of view that doesn't to me come.
It is not my way to have my comfort redefined.
And the peace and comfort that is my own...
Is what I must insist I keep!
Without needless discussion.
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Just the Thought of You
When days like these...
Come and go to leave me feeling drained,
And weak.
Just the thought of you,
Brightens my point of view.
Giving me a strength to endure.
Just the thought of you,
Helps me through...
When days like these,
Traps me inside to welcome despair.
You may be there and not here,
When days like these...
Seem to come along with a mission to squeeze,
Every breath I breathe.
Just the thought of you,
Unclouds my view.
When days like these...
Come to pursue those moments I am alone.
And subdued in wishes I desire to exist.
But you give me reasons to remember,
I am loved!
And I choose those thoughts of you,
To keep me lifted.
When days like these insist to visit me.
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Pretend a Disconnection Has Been Made
What we talk about...
Is that more important,
Than those feelings we feel?
What we do to ourselves and others.
Should we continue to excuse this?
As a way of life we choose?
A tolerated suppression,
Has led many to express unhappiness.
As if this was a gift to expect.
UNTIL 'all' of our efforts are made,
To improve our outlooks, funky moods and attitudes...
We can choose to do what some still do.
Strut away with lips shut.
Put stuck up butts on high shoulders.
And 'pretend' a disconnection,
Has been made!
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One of those days
Although I try I cannot hide,
the fact that I’m dissatisfied
with everyone and everything
Despite the fact that I have tried.
Why it is that life is so unfair.
It sometimes drives me to despair
of everyone and everything
I could give up but I don’t dare.
For everyone depends on me
to provide their security
Yes everyone and everything.
Is this the way that things should be
I suppose I’m entitled to
take a very jaundiced view
of everyone and everything.
When I am feeling sad and blue.
Quite suddenly my blues are gone.
I know I can depend upon
every one and everything.
No longer feeling woebegone..
I know without a shred of doubt
I’ve little to complain about
That everyone and everything
are all prepared to help me out.
I snap back to reality.
The world does not depend on me
not everything and every one
is my responsibility.
I realise that my black mood
has coloured my whole attitude.
to everything and everyone
Because I was not feeling good
8-Nov-08
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I Wonder What The Trees Think
Do you see that tree,
With the branches reaching?
Think of them as nerves...
Coming from the Earth.
Are they feeling?
Do they sense like you and I?
Or are they here to assist us to breathe?
If they did not exist...
Would your life on this Earth be useless?
I wonder what the trees think,
About our selfish ways!
And they stay as they are...
Basically providing us life.
Tolerating their destruction,
As they sit watching us in conflict.
Without a hug or a visit from us,
As we sit and cuss our existence.
With neither acknowledgement,
Or an expression of our appreciation.
I wonder what the trees think,
About our selfish ways!
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