He Chooses to Move Towards Daylight
They have come together,
To collectively agree...
He lacks experience.
And he is not qualified to lead.
And perhaps they are right.
Since he chooses to move towards daylight.
And those in opposition...
Are accustomed to a darkness,
To enhance a deepened isolation!
And to exist to feed conflict...
Is all that they have known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Spite of Opposition
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.
In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.
And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:
'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anything To Please The 'Little Guy
The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.
So foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.
Today a mockery of intelligence,
Sits opposed by those inexperienced.
And money to support these tumbleweeds...
Is increasingly coming from the ones elite!
The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.
And so foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.
'Would you slice my 'Rye'
Before the caviar is placed.
And would you be sure the use of fine china...
Is presented as plated,
With white wine to taste.'
~Sorry to disappoint.
In 'this' shelter...
You get one cot, a blanket,
And a bowl of soup.~
'May I inquire if any of it,
Is 'organic'? '
~You betcha.
Anything to please the 'little guy'!
We are only here,
To inflict and represent 'your' needs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To Opposition
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.
Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!
But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified
I got a beat up piece of paper - It's a message from a king
He says - I got to get you out of here
He say - I got to let you in
'Cos I've been down the darkest road there is - I've seen the other side
I got a licence to go - Straight through your pain
Ain't no big deal - 'Cos I'm qualified - Yeah I'm qualified
Qualified in fear and pain - I'm qualified in lies and shame
I'm qualified with a broken heart
You knock me down - I get back up again
'Cos' I'm qualified
I'm qualified - To get your love
I'm qualified - To know what you're thinking of
I'm qualified - in broken dreams
I can save you from where you've been
'Cos I'm qualified
I'm qualified to make you smile
I'm qualified to save your pain
Qualified to give a real good time
Qualified to make your sun shine
song performed by by Chris Rea
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What is qualified? What have I been qualified for in my life? I haven't been qualified to be a mayor. I'm not qualified to be a songwriter. I'm not qualified to be a TV producer. I'm not qualified to be a successful businessman. And so, I don't know what qualified means.
quote by Sonny Bono
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In Opposition and Obstinate
In opposition and obstinate,
Are those who refuse reform...
To upset any progress of success.
They would rather let...
Their own mothers bleed to death,
Than to take one step forward...
Out of their present state,
Of an obvious darkness.
And why are those in opposition,
With an obstinate condition?
It is a control factor...
They see slipping away,
From greased palms dripping greed.
An economy no longer strong,
Or able to feed a known feast of gluttony...
Is gone.
And an acknowledgement of a desperate reform,
Has most wishing they can prolong,
The signs and affects of an approaching storm!
With the disregarding,
Of the lightening and rumbling thunder!
Unyielding they are...
Like a spoiled child fixed,
To a tantrum encouraged...
To leave those accustomed to it when it comes.
In beliefs what is done will go away if ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Choice Would Seem to Be Easy
As the Sun rises on the horizon,
To lift new beginnings...
And clearing paths walked,
Along a journey stalked by distractions.
Will visions accept a guide assigned to lead them?
One they were not told or prepared...
Would appear before them,
With darken skin and kinky hair?
One who did not smile...
But offered a truth they had not heard in a while.
Or would they turn their backs,
And declare a wish for darkness?
To immerse themselves in further attacks.
Since they had grown accustomed...
To those who tormented them,
With such acts.
And sought for them prolonged despair.
The choice would seem to be easy...
However,
An experience in gloom...
Some considered more appropriate.
Than following someone,
Who promises a dawn...
Clearly showing proof,
They should move forward.
Move on!
But some will choose to sit in dismay...
Since the appearance of 'light'
Affects their lack of having insight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolation
In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize
Isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.
song performed by by New Order
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Saturated In a Marination
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance for what it is,
Is a most difficult thing...
For one to overcome!
Not everyone can resist this pull.
Not all are prone,
To sit alone in isolation.
To satisfy a thinking sensation!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
And that's what it takes,
To break from the commonness of it!
Ignorance can be comforting.
Especially when so many,
Have been bred and born to feed on it.
Saturated in a marination...
Seeped with ingredients,
That produce clowns to fool around.
Displaying condoned qualities of misfits.
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Is it an illness...
Ever to be cured?
And chased away from its endurance?
Ever to be blocked and knock out...
Never to regain a need for it to remain unchanged?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance can not be that deep of an affliction!
Why is it so craved?
Why is it chosen...
To wallow in and stay?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Wanting to comprehend and understand...
May today be the most dangerous weapon.
For inquisitive children.
Or thoughtful women.
Or the deeds of a concerned,
And caring man!
Even when this is done,
It is best not to be seen.
By anyone!
On any surfaced scene.
Where they will be demeaned.
Avoiding suspicion,
Should be the condition...
Of one who chooses to connect with thought.
Selecting that as an escape.
An undercover mission!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For You This Also Was True
If an experience obtained,
From a life lived free of restrictions...
Found to conflict with those who have none.
Or seem to appear to be limited.
What is the point being made,
By remaining in an argument with someone...
Who will insist what exists,
They have yet to experience...
Needs their validation with a thorough examination,
To be accepted before it is made known.
Know this!
Since for you this also was true!
So what is the best thing to do?
Agree and walk away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Opposition aren't really the Opposition. They're just called the Opposition. But in fact they are the Opposition in exile. The Civil Service are the Opposition in residence.
quote by Antony Jay
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Swearing is like any other music... If it is not done well, if it is not done with a fine and discriminating art, and vitalized with gracious and heartborn feeling, it lacks beauty, it lacks charm, it lacks expression, it lacks nobleness, it lacks majesty...
David Gridley in Indiantown
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether That Acceptance Comes or Not
Where am I going?
From here to there,
Just for the experience of it.
And from there,
I may come back here...
To share!
But going 'somewhere'
Is what I intend on my agenda.
That's where I am going.
What about you?
Or are you waiting to dress to impress?
With the hope someone approves,
The way you look, speak and your attitude?
Where am I going?
From here to there,
Just for the experience of it.
And from there,
I may come back here...
To share!
But going 'somewhere'
Is what I intend on my agenda.
And I could care less,
About impressing someone...
With the way I am dressed.
Unless...
That is required for my next step from 'there'.
To take me wherever it is I wish!
And when and if that happen,
I will be more than prepared for it!
However...
I am certainly not going to sit here wondering,
Whether or not I will be accepted and qualified.
I will be qualified!
Whether that acceptance comes or not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Hopes of Romanticizing a Condition
They have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They've become identified with it.
And that is wished to be bestowed.
They dig through archives,
Seeking that which worked.
Something from the past...
They believe is everlasting.
Something done by someone then,
To bring their current frustrations to an end.
With hopes of romanticizing a condition...
That will lift them out of the doldrums they are in!
Complete with nostalgic delusions.
But they have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They want someone with experience,
To show them the way.
And has it not been those with experience...
That has led them to despair?
Although they wish another point of view...
They want to chose one that will keep them there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Are Those Sad Songs Sung
Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone
Once sung 'then' now no one sings,
With a wish to begin them again.
Too many on the streets.
Now too accustomed to fresh beats,
Declare they will not be defeated.
By a repeating of old tunes.
Too many collectively.
Have decided to leave.
Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone.
Once sung now no one chooses to sing,
With a wish to begin them again.
Solos and duets seem for many more accepted.
With a clouding once done to dim overcasting skies.
Clearing now as a harmony begins,
To find eyes brightening.
With a listening to voices heard.
And giving each one specific attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shipmates And Cheyenne
Ship,ates and Cheyenne raindrops and cryin'
Haunt the dreams of an old, old man
Candles and churchbells laughter and farewells
Revolve in his thoughts like a wind
Stallions and blizzards steelys and lizards
Drift in the meadows of time
No sense of progression, of age or direction
No meter, no form, no rhyme
I'll hold me one just one risin' sun
Long after daylight is gone
I'll hold me one just one risin' sun
'Till my daylight and darkness is done
Kingdoms and covers, losers and lovers
And evenin's of blackberry wine
Fallin' like sands, the memories of cans
And kisses and whispers and sighs
I'll hold me on just one risin' sun
'Till long after daylight is gone
I'll hold me one just one risin' sun
'Till my daylight and darkness is done
I'll hold me one, one more risin' sun
'Till my daylight and darkness is done
song performed by by John Denver
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When Is it Ever Ready?
When is it ever ready...
For us to make up our minds,
It is time to get what we put off
To get something done?
When is it ever ready...
For us?
When is it ever ready...
To stop and wait.
For us to negotiate,
This is the moment...
That has arrived,
For us to get up and move?
Just to prove we can delay
Another day...
To make an excuse,
To collect with the other excuses...
Made!
When is it ever ready?
Time seems to never be!
It seems to do what it chooses without us!
To experience...
Or ignore completely.
As we sit to cuss its noncommitment.
Observing it as it cares less,
About how some of us waste it...
With more uselessness!
To eventually confess.
When is it ever ready?
That is probably not a concern...
Nor a priority,
Or on its agenda.
Time is man made.
To set limits...
As if man allows 'it' to benefit,
And exist.
To put up with a man's nonsense.
Or a woman's.
Either way...
No one can say,
They have more of it...
Than anyone.
To just let it sit!
And ask of it...
If and When it is ever ready!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teachers! Teachers!
God saw immaturity in me
he saw me helpless and misguided
He knew I needed a heart of compassion,
Of encouragement, and a helping hand;
Someone who would accept
The challenge regardless of the
Opposition; opposition by none other than me..
Someone who could see potential
And believe in the best in me...
So He sent you
From heavens above..
Like the northern star
That guided me
Towards happiness and ever lasting experience
Experience of respect and smiles.
Each day you stood before me
and gave me your time.
You delivered some thoughtful and unforgettable Thoughts.
You gave me your patience
and helped expand my minds.
Thanks for what you gave me
And for whatever u taught!
Thanks for all the answers
I ll really miss you a lot
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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Ideals Rusting From Distrustful Deeds
We're on the edge of a bottomless pit.
Those conflicted in transit opposition to this...
Can not be consciously aware,
Of the seriousness there!
The one selected and picked to lead,
Now seems overwhelmed by those wishing...
Actions he has taken does not succeed.
With arguments and ignorance intact...
Those accustomed to feeding their greed,
Insist they've come with prerequisites...
To have their selfish ideals succeed.
Even though economically,
Their pockets are being systematically emptied!
And many stand firm,
To have their interests proceed.
With ideals rusting from distrustful deeds.
But the one elected to prevent their demise...
Has warned them all witnessing,
They must now open their eyes.
And if they choose not to see reality...
He will use his influence,
To allow them all to experience the breeze...
Of a downward spiral coming to them quickly.
And he,
Will disregard their screams!
Since he and others who do believe...
Are not about to partake,
In the welcoming of their embraced failures.
Nor desires they wish to keep...
A blinding feast created by their deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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