How Creative Can A Repetition Get
How creative,
Can a repetition get?
How innovative can a mindset become,
If that mindset is conditioned...
To follow the footsteps of everyone else.
And everyone else,
Is repetitious.
And suspicious of those,
With other wishes.
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Alankar (Decor) -33
Mindset(Short Rondel)
It's my mindset to keep going
Like the tortoise won the racing
Being slow and steady throughout
Though slow I go steady devout
Running firm towards my target
It's my mindset
I'm proud never to lose my game
Unlike the hare that slept with shame
But to win focussed at my goal
To give my best of poetic role..
It's my mindset
poem by Indira Renganathan
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One Mindset In a Process
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
I wish to explore and participate,
In this creation.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
No deed I do done is for selfishness.
I have no wishes like this to persist.
I've been given gifts I am comfortable with.
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
And hopefully pieces you bring connect.
For a one mindset...
In a process of thought together,
God possesses.
And 'this' is what has been discovered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Guests
Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.
And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.
Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.
This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
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Unaccustomed to Set Limits
Spoiled.
Greedy...
And selfish.
All unregrettably,
Connected to a mindset...
Unaccustomed to set limits.
Even with limits presented...
They have been conditioned,
To pray.
In the hopes that a god depicted,
Will grant their wishes...
To have it their way.
A god to demand they made exclusive.
To protect and induce them...
With the right to invade foreign lands.
To take from others' hands,
What they have...
And slay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Possession
Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.
Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.
A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.
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Poetic Inclinations
To read excerpts to re-interpret,
What has already been written...
With a version to proclaim one's creativity,
Is not original or innovative at all.
But coming from a mindset limited to theft,
This is the best one can do...
To profess they too have poetic inclinations.
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Doing What They Wish
When people can not accept direction...
They live their lives in denial and rejection.
And it is difficult to remove from them...
A mindset they within live in!
A mindset that has been programmed...
To believe reality is a sham.
And a deceit released feeds all their needs.
With a doing what they wish and as they please.
Believing that hypocrisy is something done religiously.
And others,
Not them...
Are the ones who are producers of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plagiaristic Dream
If I did not respect the craft itself,
My approach would be less fresh.
I do not understand,
The mindset of vulture.
One who picks over...
Those of fame to make a name.
Or make aims to infuse,
An excuse for originality.
If I did not respect the craft itself,
My approach would be less fresh.
And the art of poetry...
Would be a plagiaristic dream.
Discovered today by many,
With that mindset it seems.
'Anything to advance,
A jackass believed to be enhanced! '
~And I thought we were talking about vultures? ~
Pay attention!
Again!
...If I did not respect the craft itself,
My approach would be less fresh.
I do not understand,
The mindset of vulture...
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Don’t Grow Preachers
Preachers have no mindset to serve.
Workers have no mindset to preach.
Workers, not preachers, run the world.
Don’t water and grow the preachers.
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From Years of Growth That Is Done
Caught up in a poisoned mind,
Uptight.
Folks watching other folks watching folks' backs.
Conditioned and disciplined to have their noses,
In someone's business.
And entertained by it with illiterate wishes.
While observing life with an illegitimate social perspective,
And refined by an acceptance of mediocity.
Those with a more adventurous mindset...
Find a wealth of companionships
During nature visits.
And always is nature there patient,
In waiting!
'Not always!
And what you tryin' to say?
A tree got more sense than me? '
A tree wouldn't comprehend that,
From years of growth that is done!
'And what is that suppose to mean? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Is Blessed To Witness
One style.
One preference and one frame of reference.
One mindset sold to sell one concept bought.
One thought processed to stay one way,
As was taught.
And in some places still the main course to feed,
Is not meant for one life to live to-day to encourage.
Or any other day one is blessed to witness,
With two eyes and two feet with two hands to touch.
Or...
To observe to believe that one of anything,
Has not, was not or shall be 'not' on such an innovative...
And ever changing mind of The Creator.
If it was...
Many would not be able to talk,
Out of both sides of their mouths...
And at the same time without effort,
As freely as they do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Know How They Are?
You know how they are...
Loud and boisterous.
Disrespectful and undisciplined.
As if common sense has skipped over them.
With a gutterness despicable.
Expose to others they wish influenced.
Accepting this withoput protest.
And they believe what they do is fine.
Blinded by the show of sighs and dismay!
They have been conditioned,
Their sick behavior is okay!
But...
There is an obvious neglect that reflects.
And destroys what is desired to be left protected.
And investment of a mindset,
Gone!
You know how they are?
'Yes, I do!
But they don't see this as pitiful.
Distracting and off track!
That is the sadness of all of that! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into a Restricted Ditch
I have not one concern,
About you misunderstanding me.
Or a perceive motivation...
You wish from your own mindset to believe.
And 'twist' until it is received to please you,
With benefit.
When you are done with your focus on me,
With any collected attempts to direct animosity!
Know this...
My intentions are to assist in opening your mind.
Not to wish it to stay unclosed!
Unused or under exposed.
And you and influenced others...
Have marched yourselves,
Into a restricted ditch!
Know this,
And I am certain one day you will.
I have not one concern,
About you misunderstanding me.
Or a perceive motivation...
You wish from your own mindset to believe.
And 'twist' until it is received to please you,
With benefit.
There are few options,
Where you are headed!
How do I know?
It was painful to crawl away,
From addicting delusions easily teased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fighting For Their Rights To Be Fools
There is nothing like conditional repetition.
In the doing of something that will never work.
And defying the advice given,
By those who are professional and certified as experts.
A conspiracy is generated to consciously impede.
To ensure something effective does not succeed.
But an intentional application of implemented ignorance...
Says much about a mindset,
Wishing to influence by the lack of experience.
Or pretense of common sense.
There is nothing like conditional repetition.
In the doing of something that will never work.
And defying the advice given,
By those who are professional and certified as experts.
And those who suffer aren't the ones chosen to do so!
They've already identified and decided those who are the jerks.
When it becomes obvious lives are threatened,
By those incompetent and rise in position to rule.
The evidence of this speaks for itself.
The ones protesting with the loudest of voices...
Prove themselves on a daily basis,
Who are the ones truly victimized.
And who are those fighting for their rights to be fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Levels Already Delusioned
Interpretating what life should be,
On levels already delusioned...
By those doing their best to enforce their standards,
Upon the mindset of every living human being...
Begets only pain and sorrow,
To those who have created their existence...
For others to follow to eventually discover themselves,
Plagued by insecurities and self destruction.
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Evolving Bond of Oneness
Revisions may not always relate.
When across the board,
A changing slate is constantly updated...
Then erased!
What is taking place is the antiquated replacement...
Of a mindset being conditioned to be controlled.
With a bold leap unforeseen.
As it demeans those living lives in division.
'Global 'this'! '
'Global 'that'! '
Will be on your lips soon.
Revisions may not always relate.
When across the board,
A changing slate is constantly updated...
Then erased!
To do this and not be associated with treason!
Or less patriotic than those on foreign shores.
A global federation of nations come.
Networked to produce that same effect on command.
And then to reannounce the financing of our wishes,
Must be federation approved!
As those with invested assets perserving in the Federal Reserve,
Strengthen the link that binds this evolving bond of Oneness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncomprehending the Healing Aspects of Listening
Starting all over again to make things better,
Will do...
What?
Make things better?
And for who?
The very same people who allowed destruction?
Those responsible for the creation of conflict?
People refuse to identify themselves,
As the culprits!
Or deny they hand picked their own enemies.
To refer to them as terrorists.
Who began the outsourcing of jobs?
To send them away,
At the expense of cheaper labor.
Whose products were deemed inferior made?
So other products would be savored.
Who began the marketing of decadence?
To find money easier to be had and spent!
Who stood by to watch unruly children?
As disrespect was ushered in...
With a greeding of deceit,
Making a mockery of discipline!
And the rise of racism is on their own land.
The affects of this,
They themselves began.
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
Aren't these the same people who made it clear...
Their way of life was much endeared.
Aren't these the same people,
Who had values and standards...
Better than those they now say they fear?
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
A self examination has of yet for them to begin.
This should be prioritized as a revelation for them.
But they remain in denial.
Uncomprehending the healing aspects of listening.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Task To Mask My Weaknesses
It isn't as easy as it seems,
To teach anyone...
Who has established a mindset,
That whatever is done which they do...
Is okay no matter what it is.
Betraying others with a disrespect to display,
Is a thoughtlessness that increases to test...
Others to accept a mindset,
Deep in selfishness.
And kept protected in ways unsuspected.
Until one steps forward to protest this disregard,
There will be excuses made forever...
By the ones who perceive,
Others exist to cater to their needs.
To leave them to do as they choose and please.
'You can say what you like,
But never again...
Will I be giving you another opportunity,
To perceive my giving...
As a task to mask my weaknesses.'
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Theirs to Declare
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
Thieves do not get the connection,
That what is taken does not to one belong.
You can locate planets and give them names...
But only the creator can make claims.
And people who believe,
They rule above and over those dictates of God...
Find themselves beset by struggles.
And in their blind consciousness,
Can not see themselves...
As defects.
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
With a certain 'class' of folks...
Believing themselves as self righteously perfect.
And deserving to label anything on Earth and beyond,
As theirs to declare.
With destruction and conflicts they initiate to carry on.
Like any incurable disease on a rampage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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