If
Imperative.
And yet...
The importance of it fades.
Initiating one's escape from laziness today...
Quickly becomes a phase to excuse away.
An urgency to critique what others have done,
Has risen to the number one focus...
Of just about everyone.
And on backsides people sit...
Acknowledging what they should do.
But not do it.
And those who persist,
Knowing there is work, sweat and some tears...
Involve in being determined.
Will always hear from someone who dares to say,
'If'.
As 'if' the definition of it means...
'Do not disturb my excuses to get done to do! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political conflicts distort and disturb a people's sense of distinction between matters of importance and matters of urgency. What is vital is disguised by what is merely a matter of well being.
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Standing On Their Own Two Feet
Estimating a number from observations seen,
It would be too difficult to produce the exact figure.
Of the ones complaining,
About environments they wish to be in.
To do those things,
They claim they mean to do.
If in another scene.
Look they do for a climate,
With a certain energy that allows them.
To be themselves.
Look they do for other people,
Who are doing those things they claim.
For them they can not do,
Because being who they are.
They feel that to be restricted too.
Yet,
Excuses they make.
And this is all they wish.
A seeking for an environment...
With people doing what they do,
So a continuation of excuses can be made...
Hoping to critique,
With more reasons why...
Standing on their own two feet,
Is not as easy as those who are 'lucky'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Escape Goats To Use To Confuse The Issues
It will be great one day,
To awaken to hear.
Voices acknowledging their faults.
With an admitting of them,
That eliminates finger pointing.
To end placing blame on others,
For our own actions a suffering to ourselves.
Mistakes and decisions,
WE cause and brought.
There has to be an accountability,
That initiates what happens.
Escape goats to use to confuse the issues,
Never succeeds with lessons taught.
And excuses quickly used to refuse those things we do,
Has to stop looking for someone's back.
To attack,
As we keep packing upon their shoulders.
Our weight to carry as if they are suppose to do that.
Then verbally express our lack of appreciation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chased By Limitation and Jealousies
All their lives they sit back to criticize others.
Only to discover they have chosen lives,
To produce nothing to identify they had arrived...
Whether to criticize or not.
The importance of it goes ignored.
As those they found worthy of critique,
Often found themselves with little time to speak...
Between deeds and opportunities.
To leave those with time to find their tomorrows,
Chased by limitation and jealousies welcomed.
With an abundance of laziness...
And no motivation.
None to inspire...
What having a dream means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Restrictions Will Be Lifted
No fear needed.
We are in the midst of a leader.
One who is determined,
A discipline comes.
One who knows the value of hard work!
And one who is prepared,
To introduce it to everyone.
Serious and fun loving.
And determined to instill a quality.
When time comes to work...
That will be done.
And everyone will come to know...
Exactly what that means.
Fear not the rumors of enemies.
Those concentrated times are done.
That needed leader has arrived.
And no one American will misunderstand...
Just what this leader demands,
From every woman, child and man.
And no one will be heard asking...
Who is in command.
Restrictions will be lifted,
From anyone once lost in confusion.
Those days...
Like deceptions and fantasies,
Have gone!
Very few will concern themselves,
As to who is afflicted with laziness.
In these economic times we face.
Very...
Few!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nod, Stare and Sit...That's It
When people are wrapped up in themselves,
Listen to their conversations.
And the subject given most attention!
One need not listen too closely to realized...
The topic for today is,
Them!
As it was yesterday and will be next week!
One only needs to imagine this.
Usually they are in constant pain.
Seeking to rid themselves of it.
Or speaking of material wishes to gain.
And when they have finished talking about themselves...
They have an urgency to quickly leave.
'Next stop, please.'
After...
Of course,
They finalize their 'visit'.
By stating how disgusting others are.
'Excuse me.
Can't you see I am trying to get off?
You people have no respect at all! '
You people! Ha...
Those are the ones who refuse,
To give them the time of day!
I wouldn't either...
If I wasn't sitting trapped on a bus.
And pretending to be a deaf mute,
Nodding in agreement...
When people like that begin to move their lips.
I nod, stare and sit...that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are 'Never' Going To Change
Here it comes, again.
That same denial I make attempts to forget.
The same one about my missing someone loved.
Someone I am trying my best not to admit.
Why me?
Why can't you just leave me alone,
And be about your own business.
Here I sit alone for a few minutes.
With the thought of this on my mind.
And then I believe from me those feelings go.
And then when I 'think' the coast is clear.
Those feelings come again.
They without notice re-appear.
So I pick up the telephone.
Blocking out my number before I dial.
Knowing those feelings once had in me are gone.
To announce very quickly to 'whoever' answers...
That the number I dialed was wrong.
Why me?
I find I am asking myself this,
Constantly.
Here it comes, again.
That same denial I make attempts to forget.
The same one about my missing someone loved.
Someone I am trying my best not to admit.
So I pick up the telephone.
Blocking out my number out before I dial.
Knowing those feelings once had in me are gone.
To announce very quickly,
The number I dialed was wrong.
'Why can't you just leave me alone? '
Excuse me?
Didn't you here me say...
I dialed a wrong number?
You are 'never' going to change!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maybe Not Today But When That Medication Fades
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to get so mad and doubt it.
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay.
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to feel so mad and doubt it!
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay!
Right now,
I'm a little proactive than the rest.
Right now,
When I walk outside I'm there to exercise...
With a steadied pacing of determined steps.
And right now chronologically,
Nobody's getting younger.
And even those stunning....
Will see a Sunset,
On their youthfulness.
And an aging seems to creep up on the 'stunning ones'.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
They wish to run through life as if it's nothing BUT fun.
Maybe another day they will wish they didn't...
When that medication fades.
Putting off tomorrow what today should be done!
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will someday gratefully pray.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to get so mad and doubt it.
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay.
And an aging seems to creep up on the 'stunning ones'.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
They wish to run through life as if it's nothing BUT fun.
To leave everything around them undone!
And they will someday gratefully pray.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will someday rest and not have hourly played!
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will learn to disobey doesn't really pay.
To wake up in resentment with time gone and spent! !
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will learn one day to disobey doesn't pay.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
To wake up in resentment with time gone and spent! !
And this is a waste nobody has to witness!
But...
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
But...
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
But...
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selah
Nothing can be done against the truth
No matter how we remain in denial
Wasting time, replacing time with each and every excuse
But that will only work a little while
Coping with despair
Knowing you're not there
Ashamed to just admit I've been a fool
So I blame it on the sun
Run away from everyone
Hoping to escape this ridicule
Trapped in misery
Wrapped so miserably
And his deception I wear it like a skin
Dying to maintain
While I keep trying to explain
A heart that never loved me to begin with
Oh I'm such a mess
I have no choice but to confess
That I have been desperately trying to belong
Lying to myself and everybody else
Refusing to admit my right was wrong
And then he came, Selah
And it means praise and meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means did you think about that
And then he came, Selah
And it means praise and meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means that you see
How beautiful his fruits still in denial of its roots
My guilty heart behaves so foolishly
This treason from within that reasons with my sin
Won't be happy till it sees the death of me
Selfishly addicted to a life that I depicted
Conflicted cuz its not reality
All that's left of me
Oh I beg you desperately
Cause me to agree for what I know is best for me
Please save me from myself
I need to save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can hear you
The choices that I make have been nothing but mistakes
What a waste of useless space
Should I die before I wake
And all of my religion
I've fortified this prison
Obligated to obey, that the man's bad decision
Please save me from myself
I need you to save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can hear you
And then he came, Selah
And it means praise and meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means did you think about that
And he came, Selah
And it means meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means that it's you
And then it came
And then he came and he came and he came
And then he
And then he came
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It Takes Desire
It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
Demanding one be patient,
With self first and others too!
And none of this includes spending time in denial.
Sometimes a little blood has to drop.
To get folks to start believing in themselves.
This should be easier than it is!
But...
So many give up.
And become discouraged.
And discouragement can be found anywhere.
As long as there are those who seek weaknesses,
And defeat expressed from others.
They will be there.
Cheering this on.
To keep their fears dependent...
And giving them a sense of belonging.
It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
And to pull away with strength,
From those who would prefer
To keep the state of one's mind weak!
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Relinquished
From the start to the finish, this life to God I will relinquish,
While each and every day I live, to The Lord, my life I give,
Submitting each day to Christ, I yield to Him my whole life,
To be guided in God's ways, all my nights and all my days.
God knows all tomorrow holds, before today even unfolds,
So I simply need to live today, living by all God has to say;
To be concerned for tomorrow, will surely welcome sorrow,
This, as all focus is turned away, from living for God today.
Knowing I am in God's hand, all things I needn't understand,
And so I do not need to see, things ahead, that may not be,
But focus on my Lord above, believing all that He spoke of,
Trusting Him with all my heart, as I rely on Him from the start.
Acknowledging Him in all I do, as Christ will see me through,
For the work God has begun, He will finish through His Son,
As for us there's no exemption, all saved in His redemption,
God's salvation provided to us, by The Savior, Christ Jesus.
So my life's in God's hands, even if life's like shifting sands,
For God is The Rock of Ages, and He alone turns the pages,
Within this book called my life, authored all, by Jesus Christ,
With God's written plan for me, which continues on Eternally.
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Spoiled and Accustomed to Laziness
It is easy to pass judgement.
And easier still,
To impose upon someone else...
For something delivered from the kitchen.
So as not to disturb a self importance.
Spoiled and accustomed to laziness.
And hopefully the right amount of mayo,
Will not create an argument.
Or need for a prolong debate on who 'waits' on who.
And why such actions are allowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insight Without Feistiness
Why I should I host,
A disgust I hold?
After years of acknowledging,
A faith I trust has boldened my soul.
Too much of nothing,
Surrounds and makes attempts...
To narrow and close my eyes.
Emphasis on lust and decadence,
Blocks out the Sun...
As if clouds darken the skies.
Why should I host,
Those who boast only about themselves.
I did that myself when I was younger.
But as I matured,
I peeled away pretense and lies.
I've spent too many years,
Self examining with a consciousness.
And freeing myself of nonsense...
To lay insecurities I had at rest.
Have I become jaded,
With the experiences to me that came?
Am I too observant of thoughtlessness,
Quick by others to vocalize.
Offending as this is displayed.
Have I become too old to critique?
As a feistiness within me fades?
Have I become too concerned with grace?
To prove I can do this as I age!
Why I should I host,
A disgust I hold?
After years of acknowledging,
A faith I trust has boldened my soul.
I should let go of this,
As a feistiness within me fades.
I should let go of this,
To prove I can show...
How gracefully I can grow older.
With an insight without feistiness,
As I age!
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
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Keep It Focused
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From a past.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Even yesterday,
May be too late.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From your past!
Keep it focused,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus.
Keep it focused.
And don't get caught up dragging,
Lugging baggage from your past.
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
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Not knowing - no excuse
Not knowing - no excuse
Shutting eyes - no excuse
Keeping mum - no excuse
You are fool you are ignorant
No excuse no excuse
You are here to know
To know everything
Around you is life
Life is veiled by
Divine potency
And you know nothing
Faith and love and tear
Enable you to know everything
Devotion and surrender
Enable you to know everything
This world is to know
The more you know
The more you get success.
Not knowing - no excuse.
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Tables Turn And Times Change
For decades.
'D' With 'cades'...
Decades!
The homeless and those hungry,
Have survived outside...
Under carboard, subways
And bus and train stations.
Ignored completely...
By those giving them,
Cornered looks from eyes...
With raised noses.
As those of 'means'...
Treated the people in these scenes,
As if to be invisible.
With a wish,
By those 'of means'...
Not to see 'those' people,
In these scenes.
'Why can't they find jobs?
It is deplorable to see this...
Acceptable laziness.'
But,
The tables turn and times change.
'Those' people are now joined by 'them'.
And 'they' together are finding...
How values swiftly shift,
From mall shopping...
To wishing someone hurries,
From a publicly used restroom!
And newspaper to rub...
Becomes for both of them,
And many with money wearing thin...
A point of focus.
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If It Rained On My Parade
If it rained on my parade.
There would be others,
To come my way.
And if not?
Standing on the sidelines,
I have done many times.
And finding to do so.
Involves less stress.
My peace of mind has become my essence.
Yet.
Being able to critique,
What I know takes work and sweat to deliver.
I have learned not so quick to do.
I too have sat on shoulders as a kid,
And wondered why someone who paraded.
Would also be shedding tears.
Held inside of them that did not appear.
Today.
I know the reason why!
When a parading starts.
Few observing care who from the inside cries.
Or tries to hide what it takes to parade.
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April 16,2007 (A College Massacre)
I saw the people crying
Their eyes red from tears
I could also hear
In their voices their fears
They're trying to understand
Something that cannot be explained
They're trying hard to cope with
The heartache and the pain
They want to understand
Why people do what they do
They want to understand
How such hate in some can brew
How could anyone
Do what he's done
They wonder how so much hate
Can live inside anyone
Yesterday these people
Were strangers to each other
Some will now become very close
Like that of a sister or brother
Yesterday these people
Didn't know the others existed
Yesterday these people
Had children who were gifted
But today they stand together
Sharing hurt and tears
Knowing that their children
Will never hear graduation cheers
Yes, today they are assembled
In a church to say goodbye
Hoping that no other parents
Have to see their children die
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