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I'll Point It Out to You, Right Now!

The misunderstanding began,
When you perceived me to be a figment created...
By your imagination.
And your attraction,
To the surface of things without a pursuance of depth...
Has begun a division that ends in a permanent separateness.
Oh yes...
Taking a respect I've always shown to you,
As a sign of acceptance of your disrespect.
And you have not gotten this correct yet!
Your thoughtlessness,
Disgusts me.

I'll point it out to you,
Right now!

Do you see my raised eyebrow?
See how that is followed,
By the gritting of my teeth?
Do you witness my hand making a fist?
Does anything about this,
Relay to your mind that I might be pissed?
I am!
Very much.
And prepared, physically, to let you know all about it!
Since retaliation is what you have instigated.
I have no choice but to deliver what you wish.

'But...
You confront me with violence.'

And...
You have defamed me with deceit!
You get no cheeks here to turn.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worthy Of The Suffering

So much do they want to express love.
And so much is that expression shown,
As an interpretation of a sign of weakness.

So much do they wish to express respect.
And that respect is not returned as expected.

So much talk is there of peace.
And how conflicts will increase those chances.

But if someone should step on my toes...
And I'm sure I am like many others,
Who are not deluded by deceit.
And that person proceeds,
To slap me where I stand...
I will not quote Biblical scriptures.
Nor not a cheek will I turn.
And my extended hand,
Done to welcome.
Then becomes a balled fist!

I'm sure I am not the only one,
Who feels like this!

I will then seek a weapon...
With an intention to use it,
Against anyone who believes what is mine...
Is theirs for the taking!

My reality is not a myth scripted in Hollywood.
I will deliver an equality of pain!
And/or solicit assistance!

Call me an enemy if that is what you wish!
However,
If you are familiar with nightmares...
I will try to apply one that comes custom made!

Those living in peace,
Choose to do so.
And they will defend it!
No matter what the perpetrators...
Coming to destroy what they value,
Call their nonsense to inflict upon them.

I'm sure they are not the only ones,
Feeling like this!
Although there are some...
With a disturbing ignorance,
To rule over others!
Proving this can be done!

And in these cases,
Some may need...
A quickly delivered mental upgrading!

Not a weapon used to date...
With advance uses of technology,
Has produced a smidgen of peace!
Unless they were prematurely deceased.
Believing these barbaric acts...
Are worthy of the suffering done,
To receive a forgettable honorable mention.
Hopefully with names pronounced correctly,
Of those donating their lives as sacrifices...
To uphold the rights of others who could care less.

So much do they want to express love.
And so much is that expression shown,
As an interpretation of a sign of weakness.

So much do they wish to express respect.
And that respect is not returned as expected.

So much talk is there of peace.
And how conflicts will increase those chances.
However...
Better odds,
Could be obtain from any gambling casino!
And with a higher return for the wastefulness,
Of the investment.
And with loans provided...
For anyone foolish enough to believe,
They can actually correct their stupidity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Were Raised Like That

I hope you're not thinking,
I'm exploring my aggression.
With thoughts of me
As a misfit in your head...
Fitting better as an impression,
To satisfy your possessed obsession.

Your fantasies of seeing me displeased,
By limitations perceived to anger...
Are images imposed upon you by those,
In need of professional mental sessions.

I am not one seeking acceptance for my steps,
Or one to correct selected speech regretted!
Long before I came to knock on your door...
I was taught to respect and that is what I expect,
With nothing more to show than my very best.

And I am not messed up about it!
I can prove I can be quite the fool,
If ever you doubt it.
But you will use that to stab me in the back...
With an attraction that appeals,
Because you were raised like that!

I've become too wise,
Not to see disguise in your eyes.
You will not catch me by surprise
By notoriety I deserve that became your prize!
Because you were raised like that!
Turning truths into lies.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption

Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.

If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.

My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Does One Become Better

How does one become better,
Doing what one does?
And remain happy at doing it?

It takes time, patience...
And the acceptance of critique.

Biting lips and gritting teeth.
Lots of anxiety with loss of sleep.

Making mistakes.
And making mistakes.
To undo them to make more!

Motivation without expectation.
Sacrifice and mental suffering.
Emotional stress.

Being able to forgive and forget.
And do that as best as one can!
Not fearing to apologize when wrong...
Or right.
Do it regardless.
That increases one's peace of mind!

Be accountable for all actions.
Take responsibility.
Even if that means...
Taking that away from someone else.

Be thankful!
And pray.
Pray.
Pray.
Throughout each day.

Don't be afraid to ask God...
'Hey! Wassup?
You here or not?
You doin' what you suppose to do?
'Cause I'm doin' my best!
Or what I believe to be my best.'

~That sounds like you are describing a relationship!
Or a marriage.~

And...
Your point,
Is what?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such a Massive Waste of Competence

If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?

There is no further need,
To mention the affects of greed.
It is apparent in one's vision...
The precision done by ignorance.

Those who believed they had the answers,
And would not listen...
Have gained positions,
To affliliate themselves with quick fixes.
And decided a leadership,
Would be those hand picked and liked...
For their willingness to follow.
Allowing much grief and sorrow.
With a quickness done of their silent lips.

If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?
Not if those stood strong and opposed...
Such a massive waste of competence.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Agitate A Childish Game

Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.

But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.

Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.

And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.

Everyday I seem to witness,
More children who should be adults.
More who have not discovered responsibility.
Or an accountability that brings to them concrete results.

And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.

Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.

But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.

And as I pass such activities,
I feel blessed to have aged gracefully.
Although I grit my teeth...
Wanting to find a reason and purpose,
To respond to an ignorance...
I do my best,
Not to acknowledge...
With a reaction given that would please.

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...
Farther.
For the gritting of my teeth,
And the keeping of my peace!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offended And Upset

People have become too complacent.
With a caring not to listen.
Or a caring done to comprehend!
Believing a sleepwalk exercised...
Through rituals and symbolic traditions,
Would appease the majestic mentalities...
That brought them to experience,
Lives they live here on Earth.

A respect not shown,
Is awakening those with a selfish consciousness.
The disrespect shown to one another...
Has more than just neighbors complaining,
About this thoughtlessness.

Guess what else,
Has been offended and upset?
With no patience left...
For anyone to get their act together!

If anyone has not yet accepted,
The depth of their connected realities...
Soon will discover their beliefs to be dispensible.
Since we have been the welcomed guests!
Not the 'creators' of what we believe,
Can be easily deceived.

WE are not the creators of what we see,
That has allowed us to leech...
Maniputively!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Questioned the Reek

When behavior they 'then' expressed,
Was not addressed...
But to some questionable?
Those of responsibility could have stood up,
To the plate.
No one did this.
But many bit down to chew!
And...
Instead,
An appreciation for that was shown.
With a bowing to lower eyes and heads.

Mixed signals were sent.
And deceit and devilment...
Were given carte blanche signals,
Not to slow down with caution...
But to move like blinded bulls,
Charging through halls...
Where precious crystal and china were used.
And no one confused a 'no' with a 'go'!
In fact...
Honors were given.
And some medals bestowed.

Some folks were given carte blanche signals.
For more of this to be exposed.
And it showed.

And they did...go!
Taking 'everything' with them,
To an humongous cellpool!
A deepened hole...
Where rooms were added.
And pretensions glowed!

With a renovation to extend the existing stench.

Guests were invited and asked to adorn masks.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.

But...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.

And...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.

No one questioned.
No one questioned.
No one questioned the reek.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Seven Years

My disagreements are of....
My own choice...
And i remember God said...

'obey the laws of the land
which you live, un less it interfer with my works'

'No man knows the land which he
will die'

When men disrespect what...
God has created...
His/her choice is there own...

But disrespectful...none the less...
We as a people must learn...
To live among that which...
God has created...we as human...

Kind are over every living thing...
Upon this earth...
And we must protect those which...

Live in this world...
Man, b oy, woman or girl...

Without respect time has no meaning...
Then sin would be useless...
And the only sane thing would...
Be love all things...

Save the world...
As wise as we are...we...
Have no respect for life..

Trees or grass...
Air or water...

Do we dare...? do we...
Can we...love and respect...
Each other...
Can we?

Woman are the hope of this world...
You can see it in them when..
They are little girls...

As women... we miss them...
As mothers... we love them...
As a person we should respect them...

No matter what the peer presure...

whisperkwane

swtlamb@yah oo.com

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Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)

You can hear it in the street, see it in the dragging feet,
The word is getting out about control,
Spies they've come and gone, the story travels on,
The only quiet place is inside your soul.
From tree to tree, from you to me,
Traveling twice as fast as on any freeway,
Every single dream, wrapped up in the scheme,
They all get carried on the relay.
Relay, things are brewing,
Relay, something's doing,
Relay, there's a revolution,
Relay, relay, hand me down a solution, yeah.
Pass it on, come on, a relay.
Someone disapproves of what you say and do,
I was asked to see what I could really learn you,
Don't believe your eyes, they're telling only lies,
What is done in the first place don't concern you.

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Not One Time Have I Not Been On Your Side

Listen!
Not one time,
Have I not been on your side.

Listen!
Each time I offered my opinion,
In your behave...
You were the first to refute my thoughts.
To announce publicly,
You can speak for yourself.

But refused to do it!

Listen!
If I am going to be reprimanded,
For taking a stand you dislike.
Perhaps you should consider,
Fighting your own battles.
And not choose me to backbite.
Because my choice of words,
Are not yours...
When you decide to run from sight.

That invites more confusion.
Since from behind the scenes,
You are the one who incites,
Indecision and division.
To have others believe to do this is right.

And you don't have the guts,
To confront them and speak up!
Yet you want them to have me be perceived,
As the one who should be ignored...
If I don't keep my own mouth shut!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Power

Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
So when you walk through the door
Is this the bottom word
The fortress of violence will fall
When the tide will turn
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Is there a place you belong
When there is no love
The light that shines is so strong
When you come out of the dark
Yeah
Were living in a violent world
It makes our heart just freeze
Lets melt the ice with heart and soul
To heal a world that bleeds
(to heal a world that bleeds)
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
So when you walk through the door
Is this the bottom word
The fortress of violence will fall
When the tide will turn
So when you walk through the door
You can make it too
The fortress of violence will fall
If you want it to
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Dont use your fist, use your brain
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power, every hour, any minute, every day
Mind power

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Collective Disrespect

After one has given,
And thoughtlessness is returned.
Can another expect a forgiveness wished,
Once it has been determined...
Misunderstandings have been traced.
With a remorse that takes place!

Is it too much to asked,
Bad feelings be erased?

And who should take the first step...
To correct an integrity,
That has been defaced?
When a shame that could have been avoided,
Has been publicly introduced.
And known to many to have been a mistake!

How can this ever be a matter to forget?
As shown.
After one has given,
To receive collective disrespect!
And initiated by someone,
By an act condoned that has been overblown.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Wake Up In A Time Where There Is Love

*'When will there be a time to love? '
Stevie Wonder wants to know.

No one arrived here,
Without the making of love.
Whomever disputes this...
To present it opposed and suspiciously denied,
Has more than denial on their unbelieving minds.
They also have a limited point of view and life,
Lived!

The time to give and manifest love is now.
Even if the acceptance of it is regarded as art.
Love has to start,
To be shown and expressed.
With the elimination of every disorder manmade,
On Earth reversed.
To witness the glowing of pride.
And thirsting to be released from mental stagnation.

'When will there be a time to love? '
Stevie Wonder wants to know.

And so do I.
I want to feel and know what it is like,
To wake up in a time where there is love.
Without the persistent wishes of an imagination.
I have got to witness this!

Note:
*'When Will There Be A Time To Love'
is a 'wonder'ful composition performed,
produced and written...
By Stevie Wonder

'Thank you, Stevie'
~lsp~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Imagination

Standing there with her arms around no one
No one who'd die for her right where he stands
Looking around like she's looking for someone
Looking like she's got time on her hands
Funny how much you can see in someone
Across the room who you don't even know
Telling you things she would tell to no one
Taking you places she's wanted to go.
Like a walk in the rain, a place in the sun
With a lifetime of love that has only begun
Doing all of the things only lovers can do
My imagination is running away with you.
Walking away and I'm walking beside her
Into forever here in my mind
Deraming a dream that we're dreaming together
Finding the things only lovers can find.
Like a walk on the moon, a dance in the stars
With a love light that finds us wherever we are
And our own happy ending will always come true
My imagination is running away with you.
As fast as I can running straight to your heart
Where the fantasy ends and reality starts
'Til I stop believing that dreaming is all I can do
And the fantasy might even come true.
My imagination,
It's only my imagination running away with you...

song performed by by Clint Black
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Today... A Raised Eyebrow Is Praised

When does an obscenity achieve,
Acceptance status?
There was a time years ago...
A saving of a cuss word to use,
As one's last attempt to offend...
Would begin an intentional argument.

Today...
Children says these words,
To befriend and endear themselves...
To one another.
With a 'mother' this...
And a 'mother' that,
To then pat each other on the back.

I remember when a raised eyebrow,
Meant someone did something that was not allowed.
Today...
A raised eyebrow is praised,
With an applauding done given to someone...
Who has successfully healed from a recent facelift.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laws

Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.

Laws created to curb a racial profiling on the rise.
Laws created to curb a greed that has affected lives.
Laws that limit freedoms to blatantly discriminate...
Those who do this anyway,
No matter what the laws are to perpetuate a hate.

Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.

And those upset by these laws,
Want more of them and yet neglect!
Like 'Commandments' given no respect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Most Precious Attribute

They are fed violence,
They are fed destruction.
They are fed conflict and disrespect.
Lack of discipline and personal neglect.
They are fed racism, division and hatred.
And yet...
There is a notion,
That the raising of children fed these priorities...
Marketed and sold as video games or shown on TV,
Is not going to have an effect on their minds.

'Excuse me...
Let's all turn a blind eye on these 'approved' activities.
And support with attention...
The art of accusation! '

When did denial become the most precious attribute,
One could hope to obtain?

~Hey...
That sounds pretty good to me.
Parenting has never appeared on my top ten list.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fighting-Chance

He has a fighting-chance of working with his figment,
The figment he remembers for all his long-term memory.
A field of ingoing thoughts waits to be proclaimed,
The jeep of all worries is in his whole span of life.
The jaws of youth were closed and it felt like a jaunt
That carried from noisome events, stupid occasions,
The nocturnal ideas indicated new options of disgust.
By the off chance, a thought collected to straighten,
But it turned out that the figment was reddening his face.
The figment of imagination, an officious training of the mind,
Protected him as if, and one day felt like a bird’s rectrix,
For the imagination was given revenge afterwards.
The reuse of the thoughts gained pace, speeded up,
And returfed the spectrum of thought called the Mind.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Without a Word to Be Spoken

It is important for one to be grounded.
With a solid and sound identity.
To know who one is by living the 'experience'.
Making mistakes and going through heartbreaks...
With aches and pains.
Sustain to affect emotions!
This aids the growth process.
And ushers in a maturity.
Allowing one to eventually...
Listen to others patiently with silent lips.
And perfect the raising of one eyebrow at a time.
When one discovers they have found,
That technique leaves them with a peace of mind...
Only then can it be said,
They know 'who' they are and can communicate...
Without a word to be spoken.
And left assured their respect is intact.
Even though a few may need a hint or two.

'What does the raised right eyebrow mean? '

Back off!

'Oh?
OH!
Oh...I'll catch you at a more convenient time! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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