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I Promised To Lead

I can not monitor your movements.
I can only respect the direction you take.

For me to be held accountable for your mistakes...
Is not the purpose for the steps I take.

And for you to suggest,
Your responsibilities are tests for me to accept...
Is not a contemplation I will digest.
Or load on my back...
To prove I can condone your added foolishness.

I promised to lead...
Not bleed to receive your approval,
Or acceptance.

There is more than your priorities,
On my agenda.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Held Accountable

We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.

We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Direction Meant As Foreseen

No one should be held accountable,
For another's devious deeds.

No one should excuse their responsibilities.
But this is done with so much ease.

A leader is only effective as those who follow,
And proceed.
With a wish for all a quality of life,
That benefits and strengthens...
To allow a direction meant as foreseen.

With a purpose decisive.
Not one that divides!
To weaken, wither and demean those who try...
With an unselfish ability that wishes all succeed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Find It. Your Purpose

Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.

It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.

Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.

And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.

But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!

And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.

Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mind Confined To Childhood

I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.
Since I will always remember these words...
'Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You'.

And yet some people expect acceptance,
No matter what it is they may say to deceive.
Or do to another out of sight for others to see.
To put a blame on someone else!

'There Is No Tree You Can Hide Behind,
Thinking You Can Not Be Seen.'
My mother would often say this to me,
When I hated to do her assigned chores cheerfully.

I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.

But to tolerate a consistent foolishness from another,
Has been removed from my agenda to acknowledge...
A wasting of a mind confined to childhood does no good,
Or represent a healthy sanity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desperation Will Be Yours

If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
And sacrificed to place,
By your own kind...
Your high expectations,
For a neglect known and shown...
Are your mistakes!
Never to be erased.
And thrown back into your face.

If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made...
There is not a thing you can say,
About having feelings of dismay!

It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.

Condoned foolishness,
With a lack of discipline...
And feeding generations of this without end?
Produces excuses.

And those sitting back with beliefs,
What is seen is none of their business...
Will discover any business they claimed,
Aimed and flushed into toilets.

It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.

And desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
So dropp all drama.

Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!

If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What 'Is' the Purpose

What 'is' the purpose of information,
If it is not correct?
Or the wholesomeness of revelation,
If it doesn't give one introspect?
What is it about the knowing of truth,
That makes so many get upset?
And why do people protest in movements,
What for them is best?
To only wilfully digest lives polluted,
With the acceptance of devastation...
And conflicts started that prolong unrest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Granting Of An Escape

When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.

When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.

And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now Regarded As Threats

It was wrong to do from the very beginning,
To dismiss the foolishness with excuses to ignore it.
Now that foolishness has become a way of life,
With a tolerance to condone.
Those who had oppose the existence of it,
And the lack of respect with a void of discipline shown...
Today are themselves now regarded as threats,
To the booming medical industry.
And a determination being made to medicate everyone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Purpose of Living

The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.

Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.

You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.

poem by Franca Kenneth
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Direction and Purpose

A river flows in one direction,
on down to find the sea.
As humans we to see a direction,
and ask our God to lead the way.
Everything needs a direction,
or purpose in being be.
Without a purpose or direction,
we are like the winds of the desert,
lost and forever wandering.
If we have nothing to justify
the existence of our soul,
we will drift on aimlessly,
through the eons of time,
until the poets run out of rhyme.

(29 May 2007)

poem by David Harris
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Keeping a lid on taxes is not just good for the taxpayer. It's a powerful way to force government to be more accountable, set priorities and spend smarter. Let me repeat that: more accountable, set priorities and spend smarter - that's what we need to be about.

quote by Timothy Pawlenty
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This president has been reluctant to hold anybody accountable. No one was held accountable after September the 11th. Nobody's been held accountable after the clear flaws in intelligence leading up to the war in Iraq.

quote by Bob Graham
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Someone I Am Not

You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!

Wasting my time I have never found comforting.
Or deciding my life is less important than yours,
Has never occurred to blur my vision.

Any door of opportunity I see for me that is open,
I am going to walk through it.
And your attempts to block me...
Is a notice from you I do not deserve.

And ignoring you does not take neither courage,
Or nerve.
You're just another observed fool in my way!
Move,
You can not stay here to pluck or shuck...
Not at this door to cross a threshold.

You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!

What have you not heard?
Do you wish for me to show you,
I can be insensitive?
Someone I am not.
But I can deliver a believable portrayal,
Whenever someone has that as a need.

You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!

I prefer to be left to be someone I am.
Not to be changed into someone I am not!
Although I am quick to defend against,
Misdeeds and their intentions.
With a noticeable determination.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgiving Myself

In my youth...
My casting shadow
Appeared to glide
Against all it reflected.
There were few rests between strides.
And I did not concern myself,
With the limitations of time and uncertainties.
I've aged to witness my slowing pace...
With an acceptance,
A mind of a child does not forgive!
I've learned to respect the 'do's and 'don't's
Of life!
That did not come easy!
Nor did my patience come without making mistakes.
Or taking risks!
And forgiving myself has been the best lesson I've learned!
Afterall...
These steps I take today,
Are watched much more carefully with a purpose...
Each time they are taken!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Midst Of The Doing

What I have managed to accomplish,
With a focus on attempts to pursue...
Has not been without sacrifice or effort,
And a fixed determination to prove...
My life live and the experience of living,
Means more than approval to me someone gives.
I am here to live life.
And adventure possibilities to either create,
Or accept as is.

And those who sit seeking acceptance,
Are usually the ones wasting time to complain.
While conducting campaigns to gain sympathy.
With a hope empathy is there to share in abundance.

People like this are often limited.
And grieving with excuses to make them sound legitimate.

I am not immuned from making mistakes.
And as long as I live there will be more I will make.
But...
It will be in the midst of the doing done.
And not in the faking...
To allow to be dismissed,
The seriousness of my wishes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish I Could Change

I wish I could change the things,
I wonder how life can be so harsh to me,
I tried so hard for everything,
But then I wonder god is not here with me.

You need not wonder at certain things
As they have to play some important things
You may try to fly high with wings
But certain tunes are not suited to songs

It may prove sometimes prove very difficult
You may go down with disappointment and insults
Yet it is your life and must be tackled
Life is as such first option and need be struggled

It is how you accept life from the angles
It may involve even sometimes triangles
You become helpless in the wake of some unforeseen events
You are forced to come out and make some movements

You get nothing in hand even after making desperate bid
You get no direction and fail to make any move with lead
You may not reach to conclusion and fail to read
Under such circumstance you may seem to have dead end

You may want to sit under shed and have rest
This is unpredictable phase and will have to try best
Not everything may be realized or can be had
You must reconcile to the fact and not feel so bad

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Held Accountable

We all seek to get attention.
But many who wish it to get,
Pay little of it to others to mention.

We all want to be understood.
And if we could,
Describe ourselves...
With the having of no flaws at all.

We would like to have others seen,
As treating us indifferently...
When our good intentions are interpreted,
To be deceiving misdeeds.

And...
Some people wish not to be responsible,
For their own actions.
Preferring to place the blame,
For their responsibilities unclaimed...
On the back of someone else,
To be held accountable.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Happen For Their Reasons

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.

Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.

Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.

And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.

Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foolishness Encouraged

A foolishness encouraged,
Begins a growth of it.
Look around!
And as this is done,
Ask yourself this question,
'When did I believe,
This would flourish...
To enhance my nourishment? '

And if you can not answer that at all...
Hold yourself accountable!
Since a responsibility for it belongs,
To 'you'!
No one else has kept a reaction to this stalled.
You have been in complete deluded acceptance.
With a difficulty now found,
To sweep the affects of it away from your doorstep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Revealing a Thought Process

I am at no advantage,
When revealing a thought process.
Although doing so,
Has helped me to quickly digest...
Observations with my eyes,
Without protesting what others deny.

Neither am I protected by an intelligence.
I would be if others in my environment,
Were not so eager to display a taste...
For debasing themselves,
In applied foolishness.
And a rush to prove sterotypes for them fit.

Why do I feel honored and not cursed by this?
Perhaps it is an identity and pride I carry,
That comforts my peacefulness.

And being labelled arrogant,
Amongst those without purpose exposed...
That is seen as meant,
Leaves few left respected for their dignity.
And I just have this need,
To be the best that I can be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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