Isolated And Distant They Are Detached
There are so many people out of touch,
With life, themselves, others and their surroundings...
That the word 'Reality' could be painted ten feet tall,
On the side of a jumbo jet...
And they 'still' would try to convince those viewing it,
What appears is not yet in their vision to believe.
That's how isolated and distant they are detached,
From themselves, their minds to accept the comfort...
Of living in denial and rejection.
'Get away from me.
You are always talking with negativity.
These children today are no different than we were.
They are just seeking to be hugged and loved.
It is foolish to suggest they express disrespect,
Because they lack discipline, identity and a swift kick...
Where it can be felt.
I have always shown my kids by example,
They can do whatever they please.'
I agree.
Where are you going?
'Both of my 'babies' are in prison.
I am bringing to them some cookies...
To ensure them I am in their corner.
And to let them know,
I understand them completely.'
What a good parent you are.
'Thank you for noticing.'
It's the 'system' isn't it?
'The what? '
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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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Suspicious Are Those With Wicked Wishes
There is nothing more disturbing,
Than someone observed...
Espressing joy and happiness.
For no apparent reason.
And those on drugs,
Have a certain appearance.
While those alcoholic,
Have eyes clouded in denial.
Those natural high lifers,
Are often thought of to be crazed.
Or completely detached from reality.
And today this amazes those distracted by it!
How often is it that one is seen,
Smiling and content?
And absolutely self abuse free.
While attracting attention AND comments.
Has a rehabilitation been the cause of this sensation?
Something of a discipline has occurred.
With a vibrancy that expresses verve.
How encouraging!
And this takes nerve.
Suspicious are those with wicked wishes.
'Oh...
They 'have' to be doing something more than nothing!
Because too much attention they bring to it! '
And discipline and self respect,
Are the last things loose lips digest in minds to accept!
With an evilness projected.
And leaving those 'bugs' that fly up their asses,
To camp out in a permanent residence.
Although finding it unsafe to stay there!
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Distant From A Discipline Given
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
With expectations limited to a failure praised...
And parental guidance,
Are never questions amongst themselves raised.
Well,
Simply put...
Many of our children today,
No longer fantasize about having strict parents.
Or...
Think of it,
As a human betrayal...
Omitted from their existence.
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
And 'we',
Seem so afraid...
To be their example of mature adult men,
And no nonsense taking women!
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People from a world corner
The worst poverty in the world
The worst discrimination in the world
While people thinking about Global Warming
Corner people thinking how to survive
Corner people struggling one day by one day
While people living in the rocket age
Corner people walking miles to miles for one day survive
Corner people surprising whenever a plane is flying
While people thinking about living on other planets
Corner people crying to get a four feet square area
Corner people watering their blood for a four feet squares area
While people thinking about homosexual marriage
Corner people giving their lives for saving their children
Corner people growing never ever seeing their parents
While people thinking about which food is the best in the world
Corner people running thousand miles to get a few rice
Corner people dying lack of food and water
While people thinking about legalization of prostitution
Corner people not knowing what is the law
Corner people never seeing decided by a just justice
Corner people are not people!
Corner people are not from this world!
I would wonder............
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If Pride Was Felt Inside To Feel
If pride was felt inside to feel it...
It would be shown.
And to all would be known.
If pride was felt with intent and integrity,
Few would be envious.
And who would then express jealousy.
But pride and identity,
Is as distant as an orphan...
Seeking purpose and a home,
Alone.
To roam.
Feeling disconnected.
Leaving one who travels...
Wishing this corrected.
If pride was felt inside to feel it...
It would be shown.
And to all would be known.
But...
One who travels,
Wishing to connect...
Feels as distant as an orphan,
Alone.
To roam!
And...
Feeling disconnected.
Hoping one day,
Pride will be displayed and known.
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What Can One Do Or Say That Doesn't Offend?
Living in an environment,
Where there are disrespectful children...
Being raised by adults stuck in their minds,
That growing up sucks...
Is an added pressure for those who are mature enough,
To throw their hands up...
And walk away!
What can one do or say that doesn't offend?
An influence to include a responsibility that is done...
And shown,
Gets a look of disdain from those choosing to remain...
Hip-hoppers who wish to rap for the rest of their lives.
Try talking to people like this about being accountable.
Go ahead,
I dare you.
They will cuss you out quicker than they will,
The teachers entrusted to babysit their children.
And not necessarily the elementary school aged children.
Those who are confronted in high school!
Running up and down the hallway...
And acting like school is for fools!
Attempting to teach 'these' children 'before' they head to prison,
Is 'not' impossible.
But the likelihood of it becoming a priority,
And seen as an investment to protect one's future is zero!
And there is nowhere to go,
To gain support.
Since people stagnated like this don't know it...
But they are creating their own demise.
And it becomes a sad commentary to make.
So is truth hard to take when face to face.
And when the weekends come...
the only thing that seems to get productively done,
Is a showing of how a detached people...
Can 'still' get down and funky.
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Earth Births
I do my best,
Not to harbor disrespect.
For anything or anyone,
That the Earth births...
To nourish with an encouragement,
Flourishing as it is meant!
I wish to exist without regrets.
And I incorporate a discipline,
With prayer and forgiveness.
Done in quietness!
Preaching with an outreach...
May for some meet success.
But I try to inspire those,
With ears receptive and ready.
Those who are open without protest.
But so many are conditioned to believe,
They are physically disconnected.
And spiritually meant to be on knees grieving.
How distant can minds like this be?
When it 'should' be obvious...
No one here breathes,
Without the benefit of trees.
And 'what' and 'who' has the creative power to do that?
That's why no one 'should' accept,
Carrying the weight of burdens alone on their backs.
But...
Try to tell those detached that!
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Self Inflicted Issues
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
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From The Moment
from the moment
you open your eyes
until the moment
you close your eyes
your children
are constantly
under your feet
always next to you
seeking you out
your presence touch
when they sleep
they want to be
always next to you
during a nap by day
long hours sleep by night
from the womb time
these are your babies
your little children
little minds personalities
like brood chicks
to mother hen
under your wing
they seek comfort
warmth security
love protection food
this love this bond
this motherhood
this is a gift divine
this blessing children
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Identity Of I
Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify
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Acting As If Having An Intelligence
It took me awhile,
To understand those...
Who saw life in denial.
But as I thought about them...
And being mentally conditioned myself,
To accept limitations...
With an acting as if having an intelligence,
Would actually offend others?
I completely understand now,
Why so many accept staying ignorant.
Trying to impress with a thought process offends.
You see...
This is what I've come to understand,
Life becomes less challenging...
When those 'known' to be ignorant,
Are not held accountable for their actions.
And those who are labelled 'intelligent'...
Are expected to be responsible AND accountable,
For 'everything' those who choose to see life in denial...
With the doing of the most 'stupidest' things to be excused.
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Confused Sexuality
He was confused
She was confused
A nonsensical sexual reality
A perceived established identity
Conformity of confused sexuality
A deformity of needs
Where the eyes and the body feed
Are we gay?
Have we all fallen astray?
Is it time for us to pray?
While the sun shines its rays,
We stand up proudly and say
Why do we feel this way?
His smile made him belong
To a land identified as wrong
Her kiss made her feel
It was time to dismiss
What was unreal
His touch made him want
him more and more
Her touch inspired her
She felt something
She had never felt before
The Journey of confusion
Denial and submission
The passage of life from birth
When they were all in a transition
Learning from you and me
Trying to understand the key
Of how to unlock the door to be free
Are we therefore responsible
for this confused sexual identity
Teaching them the good and the wrong
Or has it been there all along
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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They Did The Best They Could
Those who say,
They can not understand...
Why their children lack respect and discipline,
Will always say they did the best they could...
To raise them to be good children.
But the teaching to them to be responsble men,
And women accountable for their actions?
Well...many with children are too busy,
Wanting their children to see them as their friends.
And not examples of adults to set for them.
'And...
How many children do you have? '
None.
'OH?
And you think you can speak on this,
From a position of authority? '
No.
I speak from a position of having peace of mind.
I will never be envious of those emotionally manipulated,
For the rest of their lives.
However...
I have often wanted grandchildren.
'But...
Wouldn't you have to have children FIRST? '
And that one 'detail' alone...
Is the reason why,
I chose to keep my peace of mind.
'It's never too late you know? '
Didn't you just hear me say,
I chose to keep my peace of mind,
Over sitting in a prison cell for the rest of my life?
'No.
I didn't hear that last statement.'
It came to me quickly as a vision.
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Windows Closing
I can understand windows closing,
To thwart cross winds...
Of a polluted breeze.
I could not see this with clear vision then,
But today I do not strain...
To see the streaks of despair,
A kept delusion had not seen before seen.
I was one to keep my vision 'clean'.
And full of optimism.
But today Sun rays are not enough...
To obstruct my view,
With many living to spew disrespect and pessimism.
I can understand windows closing,
To thwart cross winds...
Of a polluted breeze.
I can understand faith breakers,
Accepting less.
And expecting more which is obscene.
I also understand,
The mouths of those who have chosen to keep shut.
Since few today seem to have peace of mind.
While many have bartered theirs,
To stay chasing rainbows!
From the comfort of gutters and promising ruts.
And who is going to take the time...
To try to unwind them,
From these self afflicting dreams?
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Multi-Tasking
Okay!
I agree.
So I'm silly.
So I am ignorant, foolish and out of touch.
Is the emphasis on your assessments,
Delivered to bother me?
Or are they spoken to convince yourself,
Eventually I will accept you as an authority...
Of good taste you wish not to see go to waste?
Which is it?
Or...
Is this your way of seeking a companion to dominate?
And you are hoping that my willingness to listen to you...
Will feed an argument to manipulate my time?
With a dictating of beliefs to disturb a conflict,
Perceived by you to be identified in my mind?
Which is it?
You should know by now I have mastered multi-tasking!
And if you have not noticed...
I have an abundance of patience to deal with several distractions.
Don't leave.
I'm in need of your sense of humor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Festival of Liars Grows
Everywhere in the atmosphere,
The gossip flies as innuendos are told.
And the festival of liars every year gets more bold.
The children are disrespectful.
Their parents more defensive.
They would rather make prison and jail visits...
Than confront the fact,
Not only their kids lack discipline.
Excuse making storytellers,
With no pride that can be seen.
Quick to demean the qualities others express.
While trying to impress with their lack of consciousness.
There is a pitifulness accepted.
With excuses made to protect.
But this festival of liars grows.
And expected like a welcome mat...
When fresh arrivals experience it at everyone's doorstep.
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People Have Done This To Themselves
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms'.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve.
People have done this to themselves.
Not to treasure one's integrity,
Is a sign an identity is lost.
And nothing is valued but delusion.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms' of 'this' experience.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve,
Not one word but every word said.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
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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Trying to Convince Ourselves
If I spent my life seeking your approval...
Neither one of us would be improving,
On our point of view.
Or that quality of life we feel is right for us.
We would become stagnant.
Unchanged...
Isolated.
And delusional about who we are.
We would become...
HEY!
We would become what we are right now!
A people totally out of touch with reality.
And trying to convince ourselves...
Others are envious of our display of ignorance!
And you are here,
Trying to prevent me from being who I am.
Showing me the depth of your shallowness...
With traditions you believe makes you superior!
You are in much need of psychological recovery.
First you need to be brought up to date!
And then you need to realize,
How your hatred has been self inflicted.
Hopefully you will have time to experience your life,
Without conflict that has its roots in racial inferiorities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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