Idealistically Detached
Holding those accountable,
For public speeches made...
Idealistically detached from that,
Which is actually lived as fact...
By those scratching their heads,
Trying to reveal for themselves a relevance...
Applicable!
Is...
A routine of a message given,
By politicians witnessed...
Hoping,
No one notices a life of reality...
Those who ball their fists and listening,
While gritting their teeth...
Live on a day to day basis.
'I know!
Trust me...
I know,
There may be some amongst you...
Disgruntled and negative.
But I tell you this...
A prosperity for all,
Is as close as my manicured fingertips.
This I am certain of, notice...and can feel.
And just the other day,
While cruising in the Mediterranean...
I was overcomed by feelings of joy and peace.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feel nice
Life is combination of everything
No one gets it without pain or something
It has joy in it for hard labor
We all go for it and enjoy the color
Pleasure in it if you feel so
Life is hell if you allow persistence and go
Keep fresh aim with each day light
Enjoy hard labor when approaches the night
Complete body is at relaxation
Self joy with so much elation
May not get more as per expectation
But enough to reveal for citation
Life is an individual's asset
He or she can term it as fate
Some one may get it late
Many may be happy to enjoy and relate
Rainbow may appear for brief
But it may provide some relief
It has some relevance with its quality
Life is uncertain and that is the only reality
So live with whatever you have or got
Nothing can be claimed for without struggling a lot
It may reach your door steps without notice
You may smile little and feel so nice
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Out of Relevance
Out of relevance.
Out of having any influence,
Period.
When does it become collectively witnessed,
That what had been done...
No longer is effective?
When does it in heads click,
Something about their approach...
Has to be re-examined.
And quick.
Especially,
If nothing is accomplished.
And that is not wished to be achieved.
A nothingness is there...
And 'that' can be believed.
However...
When are the signs going to stop,
From being ignored.
When are those who say they have faith...
Going to begin to have that faith explored?
Out of relevance.
Out of having any influence,
Period.
They did this to themselves.
And their excuses are as tired,
As those who have grown sick to listening to them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Own World
Come here,
Quick!
We're hoping you can help us,
Make some sense of this.
We are diehard conformists.
To that we admit.
And those we chose to ridicule...
Had been the ones we selected,
As 'do-nothing' mavericks.
Shouldn't we have been the ones,
To have prospered?
To benefit from our loyalty.
The ones to make the gains...
With lifestyles to benefit?
In fact...
They had been those we ostracized.
And we made sure of it!
Now they appear to have profited...
From anti-social behavior,
That declared them lunatics.
Come here,
Quick!
Do you have an explanation,
For any of this?
'Well,
As an observer...
I can only offer this quip.
It seems those who chose to live free,
Of restrictions...
Are happier they did and did not quit.
Regardless of who thought what of them.
Or who passed judgement on their 'craziness'!
They do not seem to be complaining at all,
About an economic crisis...
That has marched the rest of you,
To the edge of an abyss.
And here you are filled with anger.
The ones gritting your teeth.
And spitting expletives.
You stand in a group...
Shouting in fits.
Cursing others loudly.
And with clenched fists!
Shouldn't that be the actions of those you claim...
To have been the ones isolated and brought to shame?
Didn't you say,
You all had gone out of your way...
To smear their reputations and ruin their names? '
Yeah,
But...
'I thank God I do not live in this neighborhood! '
Where do you live?
'I've been told I live in my own world years ago.
And I am so glad I decided to make it comfortable.
Thank you for asking for my opinion.
I thought I had been totally ignored.
You don't mind if I leave,
And take my peace of mind with me?
I've had it for so long...
Your question caught me off guard! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protective Defense Mechanism
Those who complain about what some do...
And leave the focusing on handling their own business,
In the hands of others...
Should be ashamed.
That...
They are not.
Instead...
They seem to express a pride,
They have been absolutely accountable...
For nothing!
And those who show responsibility,
Are the ones most likely to be disrespected.
At one time these comments made,
Were considered negative and detrimental...
To the growth and prosperity,
Of inner city neighborhoods.
Today...
These comments made,
Are considered negative and detrimental...
To the growth and prosperity,
Of inner city neighborhoods.
Living in denial is still an ambition,
Many keep as a protective defense mechanism...
To prevent truth to heal and mend,
Long held ignorant wounds.
Truth for many,
Is still believed to be the enemy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have Deceived
You have deceived
The message was long back received
God sent you here with big smile
You forgot him meanwhile
You were to spread
Live the life and lead
Peaceful life with message
Not to force anybody to live in cage
He made no difference
You were chose and sent at once
With love and peace
To live with others at ease
Every object live with harmony
Still message not understood by many
Hatred and war control the rage
Create bad blood and drive a wedge
Obey and listen to what is meant for
Stop the unrest and avoid the war
“Peace and calm is my message”
Open the chapter with message on page
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Weep Not Teardroppers
Weep not teardroppers.
Every sign of warning on the wall...
Has been flashing in visable neon.
Every messenger sent away,
Bruised and battered...
Has been sent to deliver,
What now makes you shake and shiver!
Even the one who was elected to say,
'Changes come.
And they will come to stay! '
You browbeat...
As if the signs of this,
Has not piled sky high...
On every corner of every street.
Weep not teardroppers.
Dry your eyes.
Surprising for many it may be...
But,
REALITY isn't sugarcoated!
Nor is it dipped in something sweet.
And this reality that appears...
Is 'inclusive'.
'Why?
Why are you 'always' so...
Cynical? '
Well...
That's an improvement,
Over accusations of being embittered,
Disgruntled, negative and sarcastic!
Nationalistic and racist.
What a relief!
I'm hopeful one day you will find my 'cynicism',
Rated as mundane.
And...
You are the first to encourage my excitement.
And they say people today aren't paying attention.
How wrong can those who do not listen be?
'Why are 'you' crying? '
I'm overcomed with joy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I just want peace
I just want peace
All i want is peace
Why i can't have peace
everywhere i go is nothing
but drama and negative
I want peace in my life
I am tied of living life
having to deal with drama
and negative
Why when people see me
doing good and happy
they come right through and mess it
all up...
I just want peace
I see the only way im get
peace is when im dead
I don't want no more drama
and negative in my life
I want peace why can someybody
tell me why i can't have peace in
my life..
I just want peace that's all i want.
Pain
Enough
Angry
Cant
End my life with angry and drama
I want to die in peace not
unhappy and feel with drama and
angry
I just want peace
poem by Angel Wade
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Put On Your 3-D Glasses
When is the pain going to stop?
It is not!
The sugar you've been fed,
Coated the taste of those gumdrops.
You should have long been told...
Long ago when those
Who wanted to...
Were quietly scolded and secretly abused.
When is 'your' pain going to end?
Once again...
It is not!
The anesthesia you've been given,
Can no longer be 'gotten'.
This truth may be rotten,
But you have been forgotten!
Not only that...
You've been used like a doorstop!
OKAY! ?
Get angry if you must.
But the messengers you ushered away...
Brought to you messages,
You neither listened to or obeyed.
That's why you should feel like a whore that's been laid.
Being preyed upon without one cent paid!
And that anger that you display towards me...
Will do nothing to prevent the reality you will see!
The stinging and infliction of it...
Will not be pretty one tiny bit.
The gritting of your teeth and biting of your lips,
Will not restore your way of life that bleeds.
Or an eclipsing of your valued outlook!
Blistering on the horizon,
And bringing with it a reality.
None like you've experienced before.
Since the coming of it has been ignored!
Put on your 3-D glasses.
That's how close it will be!
To touch up close to feel as you breathe.
Of course its presence hurts.
Of course the sight of it upsets...
And too ugly to perceive.
That's what reality is.
Truth stripped of delusion and deception free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tender Is My Touch
Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Each day I grow,
With patience that comes.
From my head to my heart...
Masquerading yet welcomed.
All obstacles faced...
Are not completely removed.
Of this I am aware.
But none of this,
Is deserving for either one of us...
For me to prove to you.
There is more inside me than conflict.
And as I grow,
I'm more willing to show it.
Since I too wish for more happiness.
But how can I desire for more peace to thrive...
If I expose only resistence.
Without expressing how I feel inside.
And you are not aware I hide.
When only my exterior...
Reveals that strong side,
Of a need to carry my pride outside.
Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Hold me.
I too have fears.
But I'm wishing them not to exist like this.
Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Sit and let's develop trust.
We can if this is what we wish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped
You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
And in listening to you,
I wonder where your mind is at!
We all live on a planet that is not man made.
And nothing in the Universe,
Relies on you or your point of view.
Without the Sun...
Your life as you know it,
Would not have begun.
And still you disbelieve...
The trees and the complexities,
Allows you to breathe.
And your choice to be here...
Was from your perception to concieve?
You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
And in listening to you,
I wonder where your mind is at!
You certainly have been ill informed.
And your own ignorance has kept you trapped.
So your purpose here is accidental?
And you are going to ensure,
You will leave this scene...
As a tragic crime commited as witnessed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Negative To Positive
In everyone’s life, we go through times
when it seems full with turbulence
and the negative feelings take hold.
Sometimes they don’t last long,
while other times they stay for quite a while.
Then we will do something quite out of the ordinary
and those feeling
turn from negative to positive almost overnight.
The mountains we thought we could never climb
become climbable now
and those distant dreams we had
now become reality.
We feel there isn’t anything
that we cannot do,
until the next time the negative thoughts break through,
and once again,
we try to make the positives ones come back.
30 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Fractured
I am quite fractured when we are detached.
When you have feelings I can not touch,
I am concerned more than you realize
About that.
And that's a fact.
I can not force you to communicate,
If you believe I'm impatient.
And it is with patience I wait.
I hate it when you begin to assume.
And those assumptions you use,
Just create more confusion.
And I am not having that on my plate.
I am quite fractured when we are detached.
When you have feelings I can not touch,
I am concerned more than you realize
About that.
And that's a fact.
But I am not going to do flips and roll on my back.
I've done that before.
Not to do that anymore.
No matter who you tell,
How well you have me trained!
And I respond to your commands,
Without demands.
I can be fractured,
And heal from that.
But a fool I will not allow you in me to see!
Just to have your needs pleased.
To leave me at ease and in peace.
But still confused...
If it was something you heard I did not say.
Did I should not have done.
Or didn't do I could for you.
Or...
Do I not hesitate to keep my lips sealed.
And my eyes fixed and in place,
Staring into space.
Getting as much benefit from that as possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Comes The Breeze
*here comes the breeze, come on, blow me up
*planting the seed, come on sow me up
*feel in the feeling, making our way through the storm
*weve been deceiving, making our way through the storm
*all we needs a little more to
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
*here comes the air, come on, blow me up
*harness the fair, come on, grow me up
Staring at nothing cos I cant make out what it is
Searching for something I just dont know what it is
All we needs a litle water
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
Come on in, come in on and lay me down
And relax cos the world will collapse with you
Turn your red light in to blue
Why do you keep running around like that
Sit back cos this is gonna take a while
Theres no shame in going out of style
Why do you keep running around like that
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
Send a little message to ya, gonna get out our heads
song performed by by Gomez
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We must get the American public to look past the glitter, beyond the showmanship, to the reality, the hard substance of things. And we'll do it not so much with speeches that sound good as with speeches that are good and sound; not so much with speeches that will bring people to their feet as with speeches that will bring people to their senses.
quote by Mario Cuomo
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Here To Perform Tasks Then Leave
It is there within us,
Left safe...
And kept protected.
All of our fears we do not admit,
There is 'something' in the mix...
That does not satisfy what we get.
'What about 'me'?
Are my feelings not legitimate?
Why aren't they perceived? '
And yet,
With all there is from us to give...
Many live to know of this.
There is a feeling of dismissal.
And this is lived with acknowledgement.
We must live and trust,
That a power far greater than us...
Knows our deeds.
And we believe this 'power' relieves,
With an erasing done of a grief...
We did not originate to initiate,
Those feelings of distrust received.
And yet,
We spend our lives regretting...
A sacrifice we do that comes to upset,
Those unappreciated efforts made...
Gone unrespected and left to go undetected,
By those we feel are close to our hearts.
Not all,
But many feel they are not benefactors...
Of what they know to be,
An unconditional love that is given.
And received by others as if from the giver,
This to them is meant to be a special delivery!
'What about 'me'?
I am not living ungrateful or selfishly.
What about me,
We ask.
Am I here just to perform tasks,
Then leave?
What about me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Godmen
God man said' eat Samosa* and idli*:
That may grant you peace readily'
Walk barefoot and give cows some feed
Visit: 'daridranarayan'* and try to help and read
Some good suggestions and some bogus
It is only when we loose the trust
Trust in self and see the treachery around
Real shanti (peace) is never to be found
Some hired people come on stage
They may be of younger age
They may tell about their woe
And how easily the god man made it to go
The media is paid handsomely on monthly basis
Handsome amount is paid to cover and sell the thesis
This is happening all over but no steps are taken
People are cheated but the god men are never driven
The faith and trust is taken for granted
Sometimes in the name of religion it is wanted
The weak nerves of human being is touched
Then rest of the show is well done and preached
Millions of notes in different kind are gathered
The sentiments are given go by and not bothered
The devils mind has clicked to the success
They have now everything to cheat will full access
'He fasted for one month and got vision back'
'The lost wealth recovered fully and now nothing is at stake'
So many tales are generated to influence public mind
The crowd swells as new sources reveal and make them blind
The politicians, scientists and well educated people
Turn to their gathering and seek blessings toward of trouble
Their presence on dais has magnetic influence on people
They want to have easy fortune without any struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Politicizing Life, Religiously
Those elected to represent their constituents,
To present their interests politically...
Are being accused of politicizing life,
Religiously.
As if a preference with efforts,
To camouflaged their deeds...
Would be for those delusioned more suitably acceptable,
To relieve them of a feeding on misleading deceptions.
Although not mentioned...
Is the expense of blatant hypocrisy.
Regardless of the process or method of selection.
However...
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Has not been witnessed...
By those observing their quality of life diminish?
As arguments between politicians continue,
Regardless of affiliation, ethnic heritage or creed.
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Protects with a prevention...
A stopping of the increase of taxes,
Attached to everyone who is forced to pay.
If this is not politicizing life,
Than why are those choosing to live as is their right...
Harrassed on a daily basis by those provoked,
Who solicit actively for funds and voters...
To ensure 'politically' with their religious overtones,
That 'all' beliefs should be kept in the best of 'their' interests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life Has Become What It Is
It 'use' to matter to me,
The days of the week.
How many hours I got of sleep.
My privacy and what I felt was discreet.
But as age creeps upon me rapidly,
Those many experiences I've had...
That are now lived as fact,
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
No longer do I feel,
I have a need to make adjustments.
Or explain to anyone,
What it is I 'have' or 'have not' done.
The proof has been in my doing.
Whether negative or positive,
Or with feelings felt that were indifferent.
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Tiredness Of Life
The survival stage of being,
Living day by day travel in,
Travel out in division of life.
Fatigue, weary, pain,
Inside whole being;
Struggle, adversity, experiences,
Trouble, are great suffering.
The eyes feel every drops of pain,
The heart and mind combine with
Breath fade away,
To carry the cross by the way
Experience in any kind event journey,
What it is all about inside life?
all things made by choice, permission
Of God to happen, to polish the wholeness
Of being, to understand the deepest
Important of life existence,
To know the duties of life in the
lives of one individual.
The pain struggle is the source
Of a beautiful life, we cannot
experience God glory without adversity,
Though its hurting deep down inside
Outside being.
God rule, reveal his power;
Receive him in heart in the annoying soul.
In the tiredness of life, revival;
We see rainbow glistering all over,
holding God hands to the perfect
Place of peace.
The prosperity of being,
The reality of life destination.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Visionary Truth
(A)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(B)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(C)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(D)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(E)
reality becomes reality again
freedom becomes peace
reality becomes reality again
freedom becomes peace
reality becomes reality again
freedom becomes peace
(LIFE)
peace, loving kindness and wisdom rekindles moment-to-moment chances
and changes
peace, loving kindness and wisdom rekindles moment-to-moment chances
and changes
peace, loving kindness and wisdom rekindles moment-to-moment chances
and changes
har! har! har!
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