How the Blending of a Mixture Like This Can Exist
Not many who choose to walk patiently,
Through a forest offering a variety of what nature provides...
Question the experience of it.
Or how the blending of a mixture,
Like this can exist!
It is only when leaving this environment,
And surrounded by a familiarity...
Again seen in black and white.
That quickly present biases they no longer hide.
And then carry with them a pride they do.
Contained within limited bigotries...
Dislikes,
And racist ambiguities they defend once in sight.
From lessons taught to separate.
With a depicting of identities for them to find meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lessons Taught to Learn
What is taught,
Is believed.
From birth
When received.
And when convinced,
With an affliction
That limits and restricts,
Of course
What is taught,
Will be perceived
As the existence.
To defend without question.
And not resist.
Many lessons taught to learn,
And meant to stay and stick.
To be remembered.
Never to forget.
Like adding to substract,
Our likes from dislikes to divide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying That It Stays
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
With an advocating of it that will not see an end.
And praying that it stays to forever exist the way it is.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To remind those who sat but now on their feet...
How remaining down to Earth to 'him' this pleases.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And many wishing to be 'Back Home' again.
To walk those rural roads bare foot to visit neighbors.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To then drive away in a recently purchased Mercedes.
To live in comfort and tax free; rewarded for a job well done.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And the only thing that is wished,
Is that their children remember from where it is they came.
And proud they would be of them if they did the same.
'Why are you so critical of the people? '
~Oh...?
So what I observe is NOT accepted? ~
'It's the heritage and the culture,
They wish kept preserved.'
~I see.
How stupid of me to view it any other way.
And here I am thinking all of this,
Has no historic value to them that benefits.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Waiting For) The Ghost Train
A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
But don't tell me there's nothing coming, you don't fool me,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And I hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
The station master's writing with a piece of orange chalk,
A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And I hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
And I hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide
song performed by by Madness
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The Ghost Train
A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
But don't tell me there's nothing coming, you don't fool me,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
The station master's writing with a piece of orange chalk,
A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide...
song performed by by Madness
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Taking Mental Notes
Offering life's lessons,
Free of lip upoin delivering it
As if one has seen it all,
Is not the action of one wise
Who has gone through personal,
And lip biting experiences.
To advise others,
As to what they 'should' do
And how to do it to resolve their issues,
Only proves one thing.
What one has experienced,
May not be the lessons
Another has to be be taught,
And may not be those lessons
Given at the time,
One paying attention should avoid.
Many must experience the same situations.
But when the time comes,
For that testing to be done!
Taking mental notes,
Is suggested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't Melting Is It?
I don't try to hide who I am...
Because some say I must!
To secure employment?
Surrounded by those
Who hold onto a certain distrust!
I'm not here trying to disguise
An identity I pride!
I am black!
Damnit!
And that's a fact!
With an aware acceptance
That I truly pride!
Those who are not like me...
Try all their lives to defend.
A connection they have,
With the color of their skin!
That IS them!
That is NOT me!
I am proud of who I am.
I don't walk around insecure...
Because I'm not greeted with smiles
Or grins!
I am very comfortable to announce too,
If those conversations begin!
But many today are casting that nonsense away!
By getting things done...
And letting that petty BS end!
It's ignorant when that comes from someone!
Oh...
Yes! To answer your question.
I will still have a slice of the German Chocolate Cake,
With the vanilla icecream topping!
It isn't melting is it?
'No sir, it is not!
And we all appreciate
Your assessment of race relations!
However some of the people in your party,
Are looking a little annoyed.
And I don't think it's the roast beef on the buffét.
We do have others to serve in line, sir! '
And I'm not aware of that! ?
I just wanted to make a 'few' observations!
No need for a display of testiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And my point was one I think that you'd agree with, which is there's no room in America for a black racist, a Latino racist, or a white racist, or an Asian racist, or a Native American racist. Now, we're either color blind or we're not color blind.
quote by Newt Gingrich
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Dark and white
Dark and white exist together
Both know well who is better
Yet one can feel always proud
It is look that spells sound
White does not mean simple peace
Dark does not seem gloom and unease
Both carry same meaning and exist
Lord has blessed both to prevail and greet
Same feeling, same aspirations and will power to fight
Choosing of course between wrong and right
What should be carried on is colorless race
Then you may find happiness on face
We have existed since centuries
Under gone pain and miseries
Our heart, eyes, hairs all black
Why not we prefer while blood and stake?
It is pure madness and senseless thinking
The thought in its inception is stinking
How can we be so choosey about natural color?
We are lovely kids from God and stay as flower
White color may appeal more on some basis
Yet black may protect you from some magic
It is our belief since very beginning
We all prefer dark clouds, black nights and stars shining
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who Is Right?
Im just a locd out brother coming straight from s.d.
Just another islander, beaner, wop, minority
Taught to love one another, all races
All types of colors, different skin, different faces
Can you answer my question when I ask you who is right?
Racist come in all forms of colors black or white
So take what when I say your hatred sucks
Coming from the h-i-t man swo whats up?
If you aint down with my white brother,
We aint down with you
And if you aint down with my black brother,
Then we aint down with you
Punk, punk, talking that trash
White trash, black trash, you get a back to back slap
You think Im soft, then you dont know me
Cause no I dont play that and were definitely not your homie
Hell take your pride for a long ride, try and hide
You hate my outside, how bout my inside
Its just me and my boys and well hit em up
So bring it on holmes, and we could get em up
Yeah come on yall, get em up
One for peace, two for love, and three for my g-o-d
Yeah, come on yall get em up
Get your hands up
One for peace, two for love, and three for my g-o-d
Now thats dread to you head for my final conclusion
Straight up acts 10 holmes, its peters vision
So, get up peter, kill and eat
Surely not lord this meat is unclean
For my lord makes nothing unclean
Creatures of the world all beasts and human beings
Black or white who is right?
Peace and love throught my lord, jesus christ!
Then peter began to speak,
I now realize how dog does not show favortism,
But accepts man from every nation who fear him
And do what is right
Black or white, who is right?
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Oh So Simple Question
I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught
You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation
We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying
Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold
Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago
NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask
Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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It's a Pack Thing
My puppies may be racist.
The white ones,
Do not sleep with the black one.
But, being the first out,
I'd say it's the black one,
Not sleeping with them.
Dogs see in black and white and grey,
And never notice,
The different shades.
You have to be human, to be racist,
Basing hundreds of years of slavery, murder and hate
On something as meaningless as color.
With puppies,
It’s a pack thing.
poem by Sandra Osborne
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More Than Just Coincidences
A tragedy happens.
And reactionaries are quick,
To respond.
The giving done with empathy,
Seems sudden as if a 'light' has been turned on.
And when times are less urgent,
To express our humanity?
A resistence to show a caring with concern,
Is more than expressed by an indifferentness...
We've been taught to satisfy,
With lessons instilled in us...
We obey and learn.
Proving homelessness and hunger,
With racist biases!
Are more than just coincidences,
Enforced to inflict.
By a selfishness persisted.
To advantage and benefit!
Until we become emotionally involved,
With assisted images.
And pictures to cause us to sob!
'I had to see it to believe this for myself!
How can I get more involved?
To end and solve so much pain that remains.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patient Enough to Sit
I sit and wonder,
Why so many choose to move backward?
Why a determination to prove an ignorance is there.
And why,
Would a stagnation provide a cause for their celebration?
And elated in darkness as they chase Sun away.
I sit and wonder,
Why is there glory perceived in hidden self defeat?
Is it the activity that attracts one to constantly weep?
Is it a pride one denies when their weaknesses no longer hide.
Is it the fear of someone despised,
Wanting to clear their path of debris...
To enable them to walk freely outside and,
Be!
With a clarity to 'see' no enemies stalking to wish them ill!
I sit and wonder,
And sometimes I deep breathe to be very still.
Absorbing the peace that comes.
Being available,
Without a single thought as to who might bring me harm.
As I sit in such peacefulness wondering why I feel unique.
And blessed to be patient enough to sit quietly and receive.
I am not unique.
I am not that self indulgent,
To carry around thoughts like within me.
I may be more determined to leave behind,
THAT which brings me sorrow.
Because...
I aint into it!
Nor will I allow myself to borrow agony.
From whiners who dine on it.
I choose not to be weak.
And that alone can be a painful experience,
I know!
I am glad I awakened.
And did not fall back to sleep.
I refuse to be fed from confusing heads.
Those that choose to feed themselves on morbid deeds.
I choose not to be weak!
Because...
I aint into it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Escape From Those Common Places
Hard it is,
To esacpe from those common places.
And familiar faces we grow with perceptions,
Comfort us in an exchange of receptions...
To confirm the lives we are led to live.
Hard it is,
To accept differences.
We instantly become threatened,
In our protective environments.
And then many begin to adventure,
Beyond those boxes of do's and do nots.
To experience something fresh to discover...
What our taught concepts from us has blocked.
Past teachings taught then,
Become limited.
And the ones restricting boundaries to inflict,
Are observed to have biases...
Outdated and illegitimate.
And questions to them,
No more are asked.
Since what has been uncovered,
Opens eyes wide and fast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Impatiently Must Review Lessons
We are human.
And everyone with a taste of experience,
Wishes to have the last word.
And those who seek it,
Get it.
With a lesson for them...
Questioned whether or not,
One has been learned.
Those wanting to comprehend,
Choose to listen.
With understanding as the condition.
Acknowledging a wisdom has been achieved.
Leaving those who get their last word,
Hearing what 'they' say...
And nothing else is perceived.
Some impatiently must review lessons...
Mistakenly thought taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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University Choice Employment Options
university choice
practicality lessons
employment options
individual desires
market realities
life compromises
Arts Commerce
is a good practical
choice to choose
a beautiful experience
limited freedom of choice
to study whatever interests
after prescribed inflexible
high school programs
graduate with studied pride
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomenal that exist in all of creation.
quote by Michael Jackson
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The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomena that exist in all of creation.
quote by Michael Jackson
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Question Meaning
The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.
The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.
Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.
Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Phoenix Lyrics
I
If nature is life, nature is death:
It is winter as it is spring:
Confusion is variety, variety
And confusion in everything
Make experience the true conclusion
Of all desire and opulence,
All satisfaction and poverty.
II
When a hundred years had passed nature seemed to man
a clock
Another century sank away and nature seemed a jungle
in a rock
And now that nature has become a ticking and hidden
bomb how we must mock
Newton, Democritus, the Deity
The heart's ingenuity and the mind's infinite
uncontrollable
insatiable curiosity.
III
Purple black cloud at sunset: it is late August
and the light begins to look cold, and as we look,
listen and look, we hear the first drums of autumn.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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