Is What You Do Done to Impress?
Do what you like.
Do it with devotion.
Perfecting what is done...
With heartfelt emotion.
Unknown to anyone.
Keep focused and honest.
Maintain your integrity.
Defend your creation with dignity.
Never become offended,
By lack of compliment!
Remember...
You are doing what it is you like.
Whether or not your good deeds are accepted...
Why should you care...?
Who ties your shoes?
Or brushes your teeth?
Who has to get from point A to B?
Whether openly or discreet!
Is what you do done to impress?
Or...
Address who it is that you are?
And this is shown to whomever you meet!
You can confuse this if you wish.
You will not be alone!
And if you do what you like,
Since that is who you are.
And all your life this has been expressed.
Regardless of who or what brought you times of unhappiness.
Establish who you are.
It is a priceless feeling...
To know oneself.
And not to be compromised with that to comprehend.
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Not Trying To Sell This
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.
Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!
I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.
That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is a Growth Process
What would you like for me to say?
I feel your pain?
Or...
Forgive me,
I'm feeling my own right now.
Would you like a rain check?
There is nothing super human about me.
I can express empathy and unhappiness.
And in the past you have gotten that.
But to neglect myself,
To be there for someone else...
Has been done successfully.
With a lot of ungratefulness shown in exchange.
Remember when I was there holding you?
My own tears fell like rain and out of your view.
The only thing to you I hopefully can explain,
Is this...
What you are going through,
One day will heal and your life will improve.
And how best that gets done...
Only you will know it with maturity that comes.
Life is a growth process.
Full of lonely and unshared experiences to address.
And without assistence you will recognize this...
Affecting your decisions made,
On many of those heartfelt occasions.
And that will not for you be rare.
As long as you deeply for someone else care.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.
I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.
And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.
And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Expectations
Once words leave from my mouth to be said,
They are not rehearsed to fit snuggly...
To take into consideration your preferred wishes.
In a way that is expressed to address,
Your expectations.
No! That is not what I do.
I am too honest with myself.
If you choose to confuse my words as something else,
Communicating with me is not your desire.
Not if you want to comprehend my feelings,
To mean something else you wish to approve.
I will not manipulate my words in premeditation,
To please what you want from me to hear.
I do not live to feed the keeping of your delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's a Matter Of Principle
It's a matter of principle.
And those excusing a lack of integrity...
Clearly exposed by those,
With low self esteem.
Upsets the ones who wish to keep,
The announcement of it...
Kept swept under a rug.
As they would rather keep facts like this...
Unknown!
Instead of to the world where it has been shown!
Insensitizing further...
A condition long condoned.
And it historically...
Has persisted with existence.
Unresisted since truth itself,
Has been dismissed.
Along with those who tell it like it is!
And doing that has long been regarded...
In some mindsets,
As too honest!
And an honesty spoken as it should be...
In some communities,
Brews a heated up negativity!
And 'this' is their collective purpose,
To unite in a positivity.
Proving them to have a dignity,
That is highly demented!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no greater joy than of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation.
quote by Henri Bergson
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There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation.
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Delivered By Expressing Agitation
I'd be very suspicious,
If you liked everything I presented.
If you accepted everything given,
Without a mention of an honest point of view...
From you?
I would wonder why.
Not that I would try anything differently.
But I just might make attempts,
To raise some contemptment I may resent.
Like a child seeking attention.
To receive a response.
Or some nuance to trigger,
Another emotion to test one's undivided...
Devotion.
You know...
An understated kind of praise?
But delivered by expressing agitation!
An attitude accepted.
Especially from one who has grown bored and tired,
Of my greatness.
And...
I do try very hard to give that to you,
Each and every time.
You know I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can Fault Be Expressed?
Either tolerate the affects of noninvolvement,
Or praise yourself for deeds that failed!
Whatever has been done,
Reflects a belief that has been achieved.
A perception conceived and done!
Any tears shed...
Should be those of joy!
If you aren't feeling that way at all,
How can fault be expressed?
When impressions given and accepted...
Were of your own creation.
And Included in exclusiveness,
A degenerating degradation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am 'First' A Human Being
I had walked around for decades,
Feeling and shouldering emotional pain.
When I decided I had nothing to gain...
By accepting this as an invitation,
To prove I could endure...
With a strength to regard as bravery?
No one had to point out to me,
Just how crazy this was.
I am 'first' a human being!
And I no longer have to adapt to that fact.
To me that has been shown.
And to others I make that known!
I am 'first' a human being!
Any other layers some choose to address...
I have learned to let it be expressed.
But to cause me stress to stay to become effective?
No.
These days I do not live in those times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is About Identity and Principle
What difference does it make,
Whose heart you take and break?
What difference will you fake next...
If you say you've made mistakes,
When those mistakes leave heartbreak...
Over again,
In a thoughtless process unconsciously taken!
And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One's integrity and dignity.
This is about those areas of life,
That have never dawned on you.
Because you are just too caught up in 'things'.
And no one can pay for magic to happen...
If one's mind is already established in ego!
To adorn and impress,
A valued emptiness.
And...
Let me leave you with this,
When did you determine I was not Afrocentric?
Was it before or after you recognized I was not subservient?
Or after you obtained the benefit of my efforts...
Erased from beneath your footsteps.
And I had been freed with blood I left...
From displaying a humblizing ignorance.
You find to market is best.
Or was 'that' something you had been told?
By those sold on reaching for already polished gold.
You do not remember the days,
The path you did not pave...
Had not been laid with choices,
Do you?
But I forget...
You represent that generation absent of deeds.
Delusioned and free of struggle.
You just want to shine...
Regardless of who holds your spotlight.
Or who had paid to have that light shine upon you.
I knew those unafraid to be challenged by those paths unpaved.
And perhaps my comfort with that...
Leaves you opinionated that I am not aware,
I am black?
I just don't carry the affects of that on my back!
And why should I...
When every stride I glide is still followed!
And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One's integrity and dignity.
And none of that do you represent...
As a means for your survival!
I can where...
And with whom I sit and eat.
That is something yet I can not do.
As I pretend to be unaware...
Of the closeness of my oppressor's teeth.
And you...
Could care less of who makes the mess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through An Osmosisness
Unconscious assimilation,
To seduce one into conversation?
Perhaps.
But there are some with realities,
Who are distorted by facts.
And few comprehend that,
When they allow...
The comfort of their delusions,
To sit back and relax.
I have earned the right to express my identity,
With much flair if I dared.
From dawn 'til noon until midnight.
And doing it aware that I have not a care.
And if anyone expresses I do this and declare,
My arrogance to be unbearable.
And a dignity I pride...
Begins to choke with a coolness I carry.
As if I owned the air!
So be it!
If I flaunt a bit of obnoxiousness.
I've earned all of it.
The identity I pride with the dignity I don't hide.
I am not here to defend every step I've taken.
Nor those experiences life to me has personally given.
'Oh!
I can understand how you feel! '
Is that right?
What part of my life have you lived that delights?
And what hour of which day...
Have you said to yourself,
'Ignore what others say.
Keep your faith it will be okay! '
'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '
Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?
'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '
Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?
'Well,
I don't have to...
Forget it.'
That just expressed,
I can understand and accept.
As from you confessed.
There is no need to further address,
Your comprehension to suggest.
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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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Need For Me To Discuss A Love
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not share with me,
Other than a physical need...
Now and then expressed,
When you believe...
The only quality I have,
Is to provide and satisfy...
With a leaving you with that interest fed.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To be in a relationship with someone...
Who shares with others there most hidden secrets.
And from me they keep this discreet.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To sleep in total nakedness,
With someone who disrespects my devotion and loyalty...
To openly share with others,
Those things that are no one else's business.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
However...
I do find an increasing need,
To express my disgust you feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember This Lack of Conscience - 'For Maya Angelou'.
When time goes past and dithers not
One sees the blame that gathers moss
To feel akin with woe as one
I'll forgive myself and you to soldier on
Remember this lack of conscience when we meet
I was violated, raped and beaten within to provide a treat
Remember this lack of conscience when I get out
To see through with vision all I espy
Remember this lack of conscience which will know no bounds
To hideously transform love profound
Remember this lack of conscience when I am free
You will lose and you know me
Remember this lack conscience less you forget
That freedom is precious and not a threat
Remember this lack of conscience when the bars are bent
I will slip out into the depths of crass to vent
Remember this lack of conscience to come
The Devil has a new spawn and drum
Remember this lack of conscience gathering
To prove nothing but give a battering
Remember this lack of conscience wild
It has no remorse just like a child
Remember this lack of conscience like the Hawk
Which draws blood, looks on and gawks
Remember this lack of conscience with the Demon within
It's a Golem to clear the the Evil and get even
Remember this lack of conscience when you renege
The death of love can be ones grave
Remember this lack of conscience and tremor not
No fruit you bear or shall ever to care
Remember this lack of conscience that prevails
The trial is over and you have failed
Remember this lack of conscience and grow
To a woman that a man can know
Remember this lack of conscience that forgave
and now with Love sends you away
For Maya Angelou - ' Remember This Lack of Conscience'.
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To my lost one (villanelle)
If you come from a unknown place
from where I am, as if thrown
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
it may be by God’s grace
and we may leave the paths well trodden and known.
If you come from a unknown place
wherever it may be, carrying just one suitcase
I will be happy to meet you, if you come alone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
and if you want to, we can disappear without a trace
be on our own, without anyone.
If you come from a unknown place
and walk into my embrace,
my lost one, come without a chaperone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
our pasts will be erased
and all unhappiness will be gone,
if you come from a unknown place
into my life and we again meet face-to-face.
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On The Other Side Of Critique
That you and others,
Sharing the same point of view...
Find in your private discussions,
An embitterness expressed...
By those who publicly address,
Their disappointments...
As petty?
Is not surprising.
Considering your opinions,
Are socialized over cocktail sips.
I don't see you taking stances,
Or standing on your own two feet.
Gossiping you do and that is well done.
Quiet and secret.
And extremely discreet.
Never have you been a target.
But your expertise is in targeting.
You can be counted on to sit on a fence.
However,
Standing up for anything you defend...
The experience being on the other end of critique,
Would blind you like a deer...
Caught off guard by a spotlight as you tried,
Tip toeing your way across a crowded street.
You and the others would be out of your element.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Times We Now Live That Takes Away Breaths
In the disarray of these days we now face,
I keep my concentration focused upon my deeds.
And less upon comments made by others,
About me...
My deeds.
And what beliefs about me they whisper,
To others giving them time to listen.
I could only wish people like that...
A less traumatic awakening.
Since I seek the company,
Of those few who are awake.
To mature AND awaken to accept,
The times we now live that takes away breaths...
In a neck breaking speed,
Is here.
And so blessed is the feeling,
To have one's peace of mind intact!
That's a fact!
And 'that' takes a long time in development.
It comes with experiencing life and not rehearsing it...
As some would think.
Or kept practiced as if to impress.
As some still do!
Life is much too precious to accept foolishness.
And that is...
But just one of the many of the many many lessons...
I have had to learn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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