Have I Been That Crazed
Only those who have become fed up with ignorance,
Are they who first to make attempts to quench their thirst...
With a feeding that begins to attract them to wisdom.
And in this doing,
Which becomes for them an endless journey...
They begin to recognize,
Just how ignorant they've allowed themselves to be.
With all there is to witness and learn.
Disbelieving how quickly they were convinced,
To settle for mental limits.
With 'all' there is connected to possibilities,
That have yet to be reflected on imaginations.
An acknowledgement snaps,
Like the sound of a cracking whip...
'How is it that anyone can accept to being fenced in?
Have I been that crazed? '
~I'm sorry.
Was that a statement made of your final self analysis? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concentrated
When an ignorance offends,
What point is made...
In the making of attempts,
Trying to change it?
That kind of ignorance is concentrated.
A fool is one,
Who doesn't recognize...
Being over-ruled.
Anyone with a hint of wisdom...
Sees ignorance for what it is and leaves.
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God 'IS' The Master Planner
What lessons are learned,
When someone adored...
Suddenly from us,
Quickly passes?
And we on 'this' side...
Are too overcome inside with grief!
The shedding of a shell,
We recognize and know well...
Oozes from this 'vehicle' encased.
With a consciousness that transcends us,
To another place.
We come to accept this as a door...
That opens.
All of us living,
Will experience and explore.
Since life for us all as known...
Does not last forever.
Like a fairytale in a 'forevermore'.
Although many of us stubbornly wish,
This was God's gift to us condoned.
Hoping with a lost power...
This gift to us given,
Is not so shockingly dismissed!
With a heartbreak that descends.
And tears without end seeming to flow.
A vacancy felt within,
Soon begins that 'mourning'
We all come to know.
And that emptiness lingers...
Until 'something' inside of us,
Heals with an acknowledgement...
This is just the beginning,
And not a final end of such a mysterious 'trip'.
God 'is' The Master Planner!
And with kept faith,
We pray and trust in Him!
We do it and we must...
As witnesses to learn and grow.
Aboard this 'journey'...
An invisible God has bestowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adventures Meant
I do my best to listen,
To the wind...
During the change of each season.
Each one I witness that begins.
I make attempts,
To express my appreciation.
With an acknowledgement that each day,
I am blessed to experience...
A life to live that captures adventures meant.
I am grateful to have insight,
That allows me to delight.
And not sit to spite,
Or compare my neighbor's gifts with wishes.
I do my best to cleanse,
When I feel the rain upon my skin.
With the hope that I am closer than ever,
To all that connects me...
To 'this' creation made that is neverending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Originality Or Freshness In It
So you changed some things around and called this new?
Yours?
To have others believe it too!
And you know this isn't true.
Don't you?
Have you ever gone in someone's home?
And made suggestions
As to how they can arrange their furniture
To give the interior of their home a different presence?
It is still their furniture!
They recognize it.
You recognize it.
It belongs to them.
No matter how it has been arranged.
Same thing with stolen concepts.
Or a poet 'borrowing' ideas.
No matter how it has been arranged,
The creating brain knows from where it came.
There is no such thing as 'borrowing' someone else's ideas.
To make them new.
Plagiarists make attempts at this.
And some are so ignorant...
They lift whole passages as if they can not be recognized.
That's how empty their minds and lives are!
AND then there are those who will boldly ASK...
If it is okay to put their name on 'your' efforts!
And then to others brag of their tasks.
But not for too long can they do this.
Repetition bores,
Even those who do not recognize what is presented...
Has no originality or freshness in it to begin with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overcomed I Am With Determination
I am not alone in consciousness.
With many who are also aware,
Of what does...
And what for them,
Does not exist.
A connection within begins to click!
And I will never argue with someone,
ANYONE...
About their acceptance.
Or the degree of their acknowledgement.
I've learned personal experiences are just that.
Personally experienced.
Nor am I going to tolerate,
My peace of mind to be tampered.
And no where is 'that' on my top ten list.
I recognize but do not invite irritation.
I may respond with an opinion in conversation.
That's it.
And the hardest lesson there is to learn...
Is to listen.
And,
I've learned that lesson.
My right eyebrow,
Is somehow connected...
To my footsteps.
My eyebrow raises...
With a signal sent,
To my eyes to seek near exits.
Then my feet begin to move.
My reach for the exit...
Becomes a commitment.
And overcomed I am,
With determination. To split!
And I do it as if mastered.
As if to leave is my only priority.
And in many cases...
To get away from what's being layered and laid,
Becomes a needed desperation.
How many excuses to use the restroom,
Can one make?
I think four within an hour is ridiculous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booby Trap
perfect beauty
from toronto
new attraction
or some heartthrob
was it all just a deathtrap,
pulled me in and then shut snaps? stupid.
did it make you
come to get me?
or am i just
going mental?
i am not a pushover.
how did i get run over? stupid.
play like a lil bitty boy. (play on)
with your grubbery toy (play on)
oh, its just a matter time (play on)
till the day im gonna get mine.
i am not a
play like
did it make you
come to get me?
or am i just
going mental? (going mental)
or am i just (or am i just)
going mental? (going mental)
or am i just (or am i just)
going mental? (going mental)
(or am i just)
(going mental)
(or am i just)
(going mental)
i am not
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The Sound Of Loose Screws
If it continues to make you feel better,
To laugh at my efforts and attempts I've made...
To contribute 'something' productive.
Go right ahead.
Even calling me crazy I will accept.
But a few of those you have been trying,
All this time over the years...
Are not totally convinced,
The sound of loose screws heard...
Can be coming from my head.
Since you are the one frequently in their space,
Flapping your tongue and pointing fingers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Or 'Not' To Be Crazed?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is that the question to be raise today?
As a craziness seems very obvious,
To be a part of these head splitting days!
To Know Or remain secure in ignorance?
There may be some advantages...
In not trying to comprehend an insanity,
That has descended to begin without end to it.
And those who make attempts to hide a knowledge...
Should burn all credentials,
With a mindless foolishness...
That is frolicked as if to gleam from being polished.
If everyone is upset,
By a mess that is clear,
Why be the one left...
Who 'appears' to be sincere?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is not a question to be raised today?
To be sick of dealing with nonsense...
Is like soliciting for membership to an unending parade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unending wind of Hope
hate me not, for my love blind your heart,
and bubble the dream we've wish, the
desire that give us the thirst of the past
keep me near to the flaming rod; a closet
of the crystal water of emotion that join
the greatest gift of assurance of hope,
fulfilling the endless you in my deepest
journey of love
love me beyond that demarcation lines, a
boundary without number of beginning and
settle my wondrous feeling of wonder in
every step the path i'll go
believe that you have come with all the
promise of each petal as it whether and hope
that the sun give every breathe a dominion
to hold my last flesh of waiting
leave me to learn the longing i made and
let it be the guiding fresh of perfume in every
morn of heart, as you made my dazzling life
to begin the new and lasting start of love
my dear someone I trust……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Knowledge Is There to Gain From This
It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
Seem to be permanently closed.
There are no fences to jump,
Or keys to unlock gates.
Even the faking of not having it,
Is hard to do when ignorance approaches.
There have been cases,
In which attempts have been made...
To masquerade a wisdom,
For the sake of keeping peace.
Since all peace wishes to do is to live in it.
This can not be done.
It seems that ignorance becomes offended.
And conflicts begin!
The forces of ignorance struggle to win.
Leaving consequences for them to suffer!
And knowledge is there to gain from this.
But it is ignorance that is stubborn.
Wanting to prove without knowledge...
Alone it can exist in the spreading of its nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaming Lips
see the dying soldiers wounded in the
battle in the name of freedom, lies in the dunes
of sand thirst but not hungry; losing as if it
face the sky nay a close of his eyes for mercy,
instill, a turning side between sides to ease the
agony of a fading light that tears the pain over a
smell of gunpowder of a sweat embraces of
misnomer of nook for a rest
as the foot step touches the sacred ground of life,
the first journey of challenge invites the naked
mother’s swollen womb, to take what the best in
words to live bye and the final hibernation of
manhood begins with a big bang in the doorstep
of its final resting place; traverse the solemnity
of every songs that lauded in the altar and learn
to accept the given time
hail and hear the bell rang, a nowhere to find but
a place of agonizing soul recites, recalling the
silent of the soul reset and takes its recourse to
move face to face of the traversing time, anchor
off the living flesh and receive the never ending
beginning of salutation of love, the endless
murmur of lips started to begins
hurry to win the interwoven of triumphant games
as it waits to flame …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imaginations Real
Voices across all the nation,
Echo in my mind.
In the streets,
In the factories,
In the towns.
Living out what imagination made real.
Got to leave the old world behind,
Use a fantasy,
Imagination is real.
Chorus
Im so much in love,
I cant explain,
Imaginations real.
Build your dreams,
And make them strong,
Lmaginations real.
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.
No solution,
Hatred,
Fear of whats to come.
Dont cry,
Cant you feel it inside,
Cant you see its the only way it can be.
For our past has left us alone,
With a cold reality,
Imagination made real.
Chorus
If you use a dream
To change a mind,
Then imaginations real.
Think with your heart,
And you will see,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can an Encouragement Be Nourished
It is my belief,
One would have to have capabilities
To learn 'something'...
To be declared ignorant.
Professing someone to be ignorant,
Expresses there are possibilities uncovered...
Recognized and could be retrieved!
To comprehend any process that digests,
One has to be associated with a consciousness.
One that links a thinking done.
And connected to something to address.
But some have heads densed!
Dreading the agony of a thinking to commence.
An identity is missing.
And nothing can happen...
If that has not been established!
Without a foundation on which to stand,
On a land that supports a quick access...
To what one knows,
For them is best.
No one can be accused of lacking an accountability!
That is not going to happen.
None perceived to conceive that achieves.
Even with the aid of qualified mental therapists.
Coloring books...
Exchanged dirty looks.
Or fresh meat cooked,
After being sautéed in onions.
That may be a preparation,
To welcome those to nibble...
Taste and eat!
However,
Some will be motivated to ask what it is.
And others will not notice a thing at all.
How can an encouragement be nourished...
When motivation has to be explained?
In downloads,
Texted and/or emailed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminished to limits.
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Preserve Delusions Kept
I am familiar with them changing the rules,
Each time I near the goal line.
And each time I near the goal line,
They are the ones finding themselves...
Closer to the edge.
I thought I had been the only one,
To observe this mirage.
But apparently I'm not.
I am one of many participants,
Disbelieving but going along with it.
And I witness this with others,
Knowing from the very beginning...
Of a foolishness it is to want to be selective.
And when they stand at the edge,
Prepared to jump from it...
I wonder if defiance, evil and stubbornness,
To witness their own foolishness then...
Will be on their minds?
To define and validate for others,
What sickness is when pushed to its own limits.
Or...
Will they then be convinced,
One who feels confident...
Doesn't have to prove that to anyone,
If it is felt and known within a secured mind.
With a coming to grips,
The field played upon was created for everyone,
To enjoy for what it is and to share it.
But...
Some want to be seen as champions.
Even if that means...
Leaping to their deaths to preserve delusions kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Journey
when you can look
in the mirror,
and see your self naked
without running like hell...
the journey begins!
when you can look
at your every action,
judging your self honestly
by motive and intent...
the journey begins!
when you can give away
all that you cling to
without asking for anything
in return...
the journey begins!
when you can do the right thing
irregardless of the cost,
not caring what anyone says
or thinks...
the journey begins!
when you can see the faces
of God in the people you
despise the most, the ones
who've hurt you the most...
the journey begins!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let's Set This Record Straight
Let's set this record straight!
Your foundations...
Structured with tainted funds!
And on the backs of those you allowed to suffer...
In the midst of your deceit and thirst for greed,
Has never attracted me.
That is why I have kept my appearances limited.
And as far away as possible!
I am not after a position as your doorman.
To clown or jester with your nouveau riche friends.
Some recently recovering from negrophobia!
Others who believe you have prestige,
To bestow upon them?
Is fine!
That just ain't me!
I do not object to anyone's ignorance.
Whether temporarily applied or not!
Nor do I needlessly need to stand in line,
To receive that kind of acknowledgement!
Especially from a known oppressor of my attempts,
To live my life without approved limitations!
Nor smiling like I am the master's boot shiner,
Do you get from me.
I have too long addressed my own identity...
With little assistance,
And regretful heckling from my own kin.
Also absent of consciousness.
This is reality!
Not an ex-slave speaking from the grave!
Or an ancestor spirited,
From under some suburban subdivision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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