From Where I Came
I've lived in places,
People wouldn't dare visit...
To nod to fall to sleep.
That's why to a degree,
I could care less...
Who believes they can assess me.
Or my abilities.
And how I received them.
I know from where I came.
And how I have managed to get,
What I have obtained.
To remember it for the rest of my life.
And in the process...
People can assess me for as long as they like.
To come to go to leave me knowing who I am.
That's a given not to be taken away.
I don't do fake!
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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To Assess And To Free
It has taken me many years to rebuild my life.
MANY.
And I could care less how I am perceived.
My experiences have assisted in my beliefs.
There are few people,
If any at all who know what this means...
For me to assess and to free myself from BS.
With the success of a peace of mind I have received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Honest Self Examination
I am not one to assess another's flaws,
With wishes they perceive my view of life.
I can not say who should rid themselves of them,
To correct themselves to make things for them right.
An honest self examination that self assesses,
Delivers to one an insight.
And if one lives in fear of honesty...
Any heard believed is a critique of their beliefs,
Does not bring them peace of mind...
But keeps them in a state that makes them uptight.
And I have rescued myself from being judge and jury.
I possess an insight that was not achieved overnight.
And I am going to feel blessed.
I can not feel I've been delivered with abilities to assess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Daily Affirmation Done
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess,
Others who are not in the act of digging ditches...
To protect their imperfections.
Since you believe imperfections,
Are kept as blessings to invest...
With a more delibitation done,
That has become effective.
And to some you wish this is impressive.
And it does impress,
With a showing of an abesence...
Of a dignity one should possess.
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess.
And this is not my point of view.
This...
You have made to be clearly observed.
And there will come a time this has to be recessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Those Who Try Hard To Convince
Someone living a life lived,
With a lesser experience...
Could not assess with a depth that qualifies,
A probing of one's life spent...
Being challenged and unafraid to become diversified.
Even though there are those who 'try' hard to convince,
They are the creators of intelligence.
And market common sense...
Whenever someone happens to accidentally visit,
The exclusiveness of their comfort zones.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Is The Main One
I know I am on no one's 'Favorite Things to Do' list.
It has been a long time since I've been twenty one.
I don't have money in the bank.
No home I own,
Or car to drive.
I am among many...
Who do what they can to survive.
My hair is grey,
And will hopefully turn white.
I've been married before!
Even done that twice.
But I do feel blessed,
With health I maintain.
I'm grateful to say...
'Thank God I've remain sane! '
My social life is zero.
And I'm no hero to no one.
However...
You are in no position to assess my life.
I enjoy the peace of mind I have.
And the things I do...
I like!
I don't apologize for anything done that I did.
When I walk I do that proudly.
Caring less about those who can not forget or forgive.
Today very few have options.
They have lived for things,
Now to find them meaningless.
And I may have nothing to show you I possess.
Although you appear to have everything.
Except the presence of happiness.
And a life without happiness...
Can not fully be expressed!
You see the sky?
Without a cloud and exposing Sun?
That's the way I feel!
Dismissing anyone who believes,
I'm the one they can look down upon.
Like others receiving judgements,
By those doing that as a means to have fun!
And God is the Main One in my life,
That's got me like that!
And I'll leave 'that' with you!
You can look away if you wish.
Since you have nothing...
To keep me here,
I find benefits or attract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until you dream
Yes it is our own world we made to live
To find the love around and believe
Is it not convincing you about whole concept?
People admit having gone under duress and wept?
It is age that compels you to long for
Fragrance and flowers always sought for
May form impregnable fortress with gates
Love may only matter without any hate
It may be called insane or selfish
We may want to change it with very good wish
It may or may not be changed
Better we stay among as well managed
Nothing can be realized until you dream
No victory possible without forming team
Life is to be sailed with one man as leader
Lead or fail and later assess as reader
Love is meant for to grow
River water has to flow
Sun has to rise and set
We should believe everything and not forget
It may bring all kind of happiness
It may never fail you when look back or face
It is full of wisdom and well chosen path with precision
The ultimate result may rest with your own decision
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Before I Die
If I was to die next week
I wouldn't try to weap
I wouldn't try to cry
I wouldn't try to have hatred inside me
Before I die
I will pray to the Lord to forgive everybody's sins
And people to have a long, happy, and healthy life
I would pray to the Lord hoping that life will never ruin anybody
If life was to ruin someone, I would want it to ruin me
Before I die
I will spent my time talking to my friends and smile
I wouldn't try to put an angry frown on my face
I will forgive people even if they did something really disgraceful
Because it burdens me when I don't forgive someone
Before I die
I would try to make people around me happy
I would want people to view the world as if there's more kindness and less greediness
I would want the people to forgive easily and let their enemies become their friends
I would want the people around me to laugh a lot before I die
Before I die
I would make everything in peace
So in peace as if life couldn't get any better
People will laugh more instead of cry more
People will smile instead of frowning more
I want people to be optimistic
Before I die
I would want people to find the good things about other people and themselves
I would want the people not to judge others too quickly
I would want people to understand others even it's annoying them
I want the people to be patient and not be so greedy.
If some of these wishes came true
I would die peacefully
When I die
I hope people wouldn't show their tears
I hope I could die with a smile
And I hope that whatever I left behind
Will be something that I could remember when I look from Heaven.
Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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World Of Clowns
People who cover their true faces with makeup
People who act totally different from who they really are
People who are bad actors, but good performers
People who don't take things seriously
People who have fake sense of humor to replace their hurts
People who live fake lives to impress the audience around us
People who are masters at doing tricks to give false leads to the most attentive watchers
People who fall down again and again just to get the reaction
People who laugh even though there's no more smiles in them
People who have a fear of themselves
We
Are
A
World
of
Clowns
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Going To Be Left To Leave
Wouldn't it be nice,
If we were not enticed by temptations.
And peace wished to exist,
Would not be marketed...
With such a high price to pay for it.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If people lived with values...
Others respected.
And did not discover them to take away.
But left them alone to appreciate.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those differences God sees fit...
Were actually accepted,
And all who live to witness it...
Would think of themselves as blessed.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those asleep would awaken with wishes...
To leave behind their selfish ways,
To realize there is only one Earth.
And the Earth comes first.
And no matter who 'has' or believes 'what'...
No one or that which is claimed to possess,
Stays to remain without a transition.
Everything shown is going to be left to leave,
On Earth as it is meant to be.
Right where they are...
The Sun, Moon, Earth and Stars,
Are not in conflict.
If they were...
You and I would not exist,
To make claims of ownership.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choir Master: Gareth Malone
He’s been the whole nation over, setting up choirs,
Whipping up enthusiasm and fuelling souls with fire.
In people’s abilities, Gareth truly does believe;
Wanting to show them what can be achieved.
When people experience the feeling of self doubt,
From out of their shell, he patiently coaxes them out.
Whereas people didn’t have the confidence before,
Because of him, they suddenly want to do more.
All of their lives, some people have felt too shy,
But now, with encouragement, they’re willing to try.
Gareth sincerely believes that everyone can sing.
He knows the joy to lives which music can bring.
Being part of a choir, people can make new friends,
And shattered souls, music can help to slowly mend.
To be part of a choir, they now are much more willing.
The fruits of their labours can be so totally thrilling.
To regular rehearsals, he hopes people will commit.
Through song, he knows, communities do often knit.
Of their communities, he wants people to be proud,
And encourages them to stand up and sing out loud.
Through media exposure on radio and TV,
He’s shown just what fun singing can be.
At various events, when his choirs have performed,
They’ve been well received and gone down a storm.
With Gareth’s guts and never ending determination,
Singing is now considered a cool hobby across the nation.
More people have been joining choirs than ever before;
His influence on choral music, you just can’t ignore.
He has managed to break through the class barrier;
For choirs everywhere, he is like a torch carrier.
He should be so very proud of what he’s done,
As into many people’s lives, he’s brought music and fun.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Who will care for the people?
Who will care for the people; lost, confused and can’t find their home
Who will care for the people; raped, striped and left without anything of their own
Who will care for the people; who once had land, cattle and a harvest to reap?
Who will care for the people; who now possess despair and fear that denies them sleep?
Who will care for the people; that served only kindness but were fed a platter of pain?
Who will care for the people; who have been inflicted with cruelty again and again?
Who will care for the people; who for generations were treated unfairly?
Who will care for the people; that are the reflection of me?
They maybe many but I will mention the one that is familiar
This can be none other than the honourable Mr. Hamilton Ratshefola
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Defending Your Ability To Become Offended
You've already planted in your head,
Not to listen to a thing I've said.
You wish to perceive and assess,
Something heard you haven't digested yet.
You've already planted in your head,
Not to listen to a thing I've said.
You wish to perceive and assess,
Something heard you haven't digested yet.
And I am to regret,
Your lack of comprehension...
After spending time with you,
Defending your ability to become offended.
Do I seem as if,
My life depends on it?
I don't believe we are on the same page,
Lifted from a book...
Written with pictures to depict life right.
You can not get beyond the cover.
Because you say the colors are loud.
And the background doesn't match...
A preferred darkness you like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rating of Attention
Any comments you make,
About activities of others...
You assess as being fake.
Has been associated,
Coming from what creative debate?
Where are those of yours made?
And on what scale of 'genuine'...
Have you convinced yourself,
A rating of attention is deserving.
Without your self serving solicitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Seduced By Gloss
The time to evaluate and assess one's life,
Should be done with a clear consciousness.
With a self examination taken day and night.
However...
Many do take flight from flaws they wish to cover.
Until all exits are closed that imposes,
One to face truth.
A truth that reduces its sweetness.
Or seduced by gloss one chooses others to perceive.
'And when a dark night rises,
Seekers to do evil prowl to dupe folks.
Fed by produced videos to boost wicked egos.'
What?
'I said...
The time to evaluate and assess one's life,
Should be done with a clear consciousness.
With a self examination taken day and night.'
But...
You didn't say that.
I did.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Failure
Peoples failures always ends. A dream never ends. No matter how hard it is leave it in Gods hands. Remember people have forgetful minds. Never give up my friends. Sorrow time always mends. Your dreams keep souring on the air before. Keep on going on a dare. Its people like you who get up even though others say failure. Forget about it because someday others wont care. You shall be the one strong enough to stay there. Your courage is so rare. God is there even when other people stare. You may feel lonely but you have a friend to which no one can compare. Whe it all turns out you are not a failure. You kept on going on my dare.
No One Comes To Leave Me With Tight Jaws
You didn't come to just visit!
Did you?
You came specifically to kill my joy.
I felt it when you began to assess,
With probing eyes.
As if to inspect.
I noticed you becoming annoyed,
When you said to me just last week...
My smile offended you.
And suspiciously I extended a welcome,
For you to come to my home.
And together we would sit and chat.
But you had more on your mind than that.
You didn't come to just visit!
Did you?
You came specifically to kill my joy.
And when you left...
So happy I was to have stored some happiness,
Frozen in my 'frig' to quickly thaw!
Oh no.
No one comes to leave me with tight jaws.
Or come to dump their junk to funk me.
I'll funk alone in my home if I wish,
With no need for assistance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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