Isolated and Marooned
There is a power achieved with blinded ignorance.
Found to have survived in abundantness as witnessed.
And it leaves those who think...
And feeling isolated and marooned.
Even though the existence of human life,
Surrounds and some detect is suspected!
But none of it wished is due to arrive soon...
Wth a familiarity heard coming from the lips!
There is a consciousness that connects,
With an expected comprehensing intelligence.
Desiring to accept.
And yet,
Like all mirages one envisions when deserted...
An eye contact may be exchanged.
However...
What is in certain brains,
Has escaped from common sense.
And communicating to receive,
Meaningful feedback desired and perceived...
Frustrates!
When it is realized much too late,
This process has been estranged.
And what appears,
Is hollow and dense!
With a capable ability to remain the same.
A delusion fantasized!
And on the verge of being humanized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
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Requiring Scrutiny
A nonthreatening reverence,
Is encouraged with support...
Much quicker.
Without hesitation.
Than those requiring scrutiny.
A process that requires common sense.
With a procedure that connects to thought!
Often solicits debated forums.
To intellectualize in mindless babblings.
By those accustomed to comfort zones,
Set in the limitations of a proud and isolated heritage.
And condoning an ignorance of familiarities shared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sense of Accomplishment
Thank you!
As long as readers like yourself,
Discover that I don't make sense...
At least 'something' has been achieved!
That leaves me feeling a sense of accomplishment.
And I express my gratitude to anyone,
Who finds the time to acknowledge that point!
Inspired by:
The Venice Poet
'Talent desiring to remain incognito,
is factitiousness wasted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Into Abstract Pictures Painted
There are those who wish to make sense,
In an attempt to make that process meant...
And meaningful.
But their lack of experience to get a point across,
Leaves those misunderstanding...
What is the intention if communicating a thought,
Is a statement made.
'Assuming' it,
Has been clearly delivered to receive a response...
From someone not into abstract pictures painted.
Or statemements made disconnected from rhyme,
Purpose OR reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Keep Up With the Times
It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.
With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!
And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reluctance To Comprehend Basic Concepts
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
Anyone focused on speaking above one's head,
Has already shown a reluctance to comprehend...
Basic concepts.
And that is revealed the moment their mouths open,
With the first word spoken to impress.
And the words that follow next,
Are remarkably more hollow.
With nothing to digest from the emptiness.
And disconnected is the mind from the lips.
As observed by anyone's eyes consciously witnessing this.
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
But then again...
To do this and not offend.
And be able to fit in without attracting attention,
Is a gift that comes with unlimited potential!
And one that is given with blessings,
That amazingly goes unnoticed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Being Shared
What is being shared with you today...
May have nothing at all to do with yesterday.
Or a re-creation of those thoughts
That crossed our minds.
And it's okay...
If we choose to let them fade away!
What is being shared with you today...
Has a 'now-ness' about it!
Attached to a feeling,
You can feedback instantly!
There is no request for a thought process.
There is nothing confessed between us,
Life threatening.
Or sitting between peril,
And a miraged oasis in a desert!
What is being shared with you today...
And enjoyed,
Is conversation!
We are communicating using it!
AND...
Making eye contact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Can
I don't necessarily ask that you agree.
Or assess me personally.
Whether we have ever met...
Or if that becomes a possibility.
And yet...
What I do wish for us,
Is an ability to discuss and grow.
To let one another know...
Our thoughts can be exchanged!
And we are listening.
From within our hearts.
With an honesty that remains.
And inside our minds from where it starts,
An awareness of a caring begins.
To leave us realizing...
We are there and available to receive.
If we allow ourselves to believe,
We can receive and be free of restrictions.
And we will comprehend,
Without feeling a need to offend...
In condescending contradictions.
To patronize insecurities suspected.
But wishing to send forward,
Instead...
An understanding desired.
That is given.
And that is all I ask,
We can to each other give.
Note:
Barack Obama and his campaign message
of 'We Can' seems such an appropriate theme
for today. And I agree that 'We Can' in varying ways
that unite and inspire a people to finally achieve a collective
understanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A human brain
The only mistake committed by almighty
then realizing the mistake made already
the brain to be used at different level
from childhood till the admission in school
The young age was enjoyed with much fun fare
not to know much about but still to go somewhere
where is the time to think about any existence?
so it is the stage to deny any such presence
I have heard people saying about non belief
no existence of God at the time of receiving relief
Stand with folding hand to express no gratitude
this is how they express ignorance with different attitude
They think it was not a divine act
the birth is merely a naked fact
there is purely scientific reality
it has nothing to do with any morality
The person can shape his own destiny
though he may have to cross the hurdles many
only personal skill may come to the rescue
by dint of ability he may have his share due
unwise are those who see nothing beyond eye
how the wings can be tested if one does not fly?
how fruits can be enjoyed without earnest try?
let us understand the fact and do not feel shy
human nature is such to think beyond line
everything does not seem quiet and fine
all secrets and anxieties just remain hidden
we may be called wise but internally laden
There is no end to quest
it can be utilized to its best
let us not forget about the rest
this is the time and crucial test
Only one stroke and finally coming to the sense
it may compel him to believe in presence
who brings sun shine and cool nights?
has he ever tried to know as matter of right?
The animals do not think much about fate
they have no brain to speak or state
still they are not ungrateful as we are
think negatively and stay very far
We are blinded by materialistic scene
such progress by human being was never seen
it is merely attributed to human skill
no divine power had anything to fill
It is not received well with any logic
certainly there is reason to believe the magic
it is almighty that has brought us on earth
why no one is capable of stopping the death?
I shall go by and stand for the standard argument
I have to enjoy every available opportunity and moment
Let us not be equated with or disrespectful to only one
who is there to see everything and take care of every one
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Persistent Theories
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
Nothing you have done has eased my existence.
Your persistent theories of me being useless...
Has highlighted the absence of your common sense.
And a willingness to televise every aspect of your ignorance.
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
What you have displayed is a charaded intelligence.
Based upon destruction and a respect that is absent.
And all of your masquerades have concentrated...
On proving an ability to fake goodwill.
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The Thought Of Being Heard
Should I spare you the agony,
Of believing there is a need for your response?
There isn't.
As long as we keep between us,
This rare eye contact...
I will remain appreciative of that.
Since...
I am accustomed to communicating with those,
Who scan anyone from head to toe.
And those who don't have turned up noses,
As they walk down the streets...
Often talk to me standing sideways,
With their eyes staring at my feet.
As if my voice is coming from any place other,
Than my mouth.
With the aid of using my lips and teeth!
However...
The people living in my environment,
Are more prepared to gossip...
Than they are to have a one on one.
Something that is meaningly done.
And having this eye contact you give me,
Makes me feel you understand.
And you don't have to say a word.
It's just the thought of being heard,
That has been worth this entire experience.
Thank you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Held To Suppress Has Affected The Connection
To be referred to as smart and intelligent,
In an environment of other minds...
Noticebly unconscious or sold on ignorance.
Or aware but believe intelligence is rare...
Has to be in the water or in the atmosphere.
And to be accused of being a novelty,
Implies the exercise to think...
And use this ability,
Has to be a threat!
Especially to those,
Who either oppose this activity.
Or remain curious with an envy,
As to how this process is applied and done.
Something held to suppress has affected the connection!
And...
To observe this as obvious,
Has to be for some...
Who believe thinking is a normality,
A life lived...
In a lonely and isolating existence,
Fearing to express a comprehension.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Brains in the Bottom Drawer
With some people, the more power they receive,
and the bigger boots they get,
they file away their brains in the bottom drawer.
Their brains end up where there ass should be,
and their ass where their brains should be.
This leaves everyone to wonder,
did they get a degree in stupidity.
We meet them all the time,
and we all know the old saying,
a little power goes to their head.
How many times
have we heard that said?
Little people with big notions,
well beyond their station.
Some people are born to be leaders,
some others are the righter of wrongs.
Some think they know it all,
but most of them are dumb.
They abuse the power they have acquired
in a most idiotic way,
so in the bottom drawer their brains are bound to stay.
(2 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Addictions Enslave
Rhythmic is the slowing down,
Of a once vibrant existence.
Limits placed upon an isolated consciousness...
Is set for all to witness a diminished outlook,
That comes.
This process has been progressing,
As a quality of life digresses...
In disrespecting acceptance.
They have been pimped.
Used as unchanged doormats.
Hoping if they kept lips tucked shut...
They would be bestowed and blessed,
With materialistic wishes for the rest of their lives.
They believed lies even delivered from their priests.
They had to keep and maintain a 'presence'.
Wishing never to ever see themselves as peasants.
And using every trick to pull to thrive on ignorance.
On bended knees they plead,
For a restoration of a gluttonous quality of life to return.
And finally they have received their wish!
An existence completed by greed that leaves them,
With backs burdened with stacked unhappiness.
Stunned by the stinging.
And pawns of a perfected deceit.
To get all of them to believe...
If they were in debt,
At least they would feel more patriotic.
Products of a medicated psychoticness.
And disposable with each available excuse made...
To have them disregard their investments,
Placed upon a valued sense of what and who they are.
Or were...
At this point!
And the vanishing need to keep feeding the marketing of fear.
A commodity used to fill the pockets of their abusers.
'Whew...
I'm glad you're done.
All you had to say was 'addictions enslave'.'
Yeah...
But 'where' is the flair in that?
There is no subjugation that devours its victims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't That One Time Sufficient?
People do not express enough concern...
They 'say' they have for others.
Not directly.
Not to the ones they claim those feelings are aimed.
Nor in the way perceived,
By those believed to be on the receiving end.
They hear about it when it is discussed,
Through gossip.
As most 'important' issues affecting people's lives,
Are learned with embellished innuendos.
Through gossip!
It is part of the territory referred to as 'existence'.
To escape from it is to die!
Try it.
Even 'then' people victimize.
People love to complicate their daily lives,
With assumptions, reactions and apologies.
I am guilty myself for having high expectations.
Expecting others to detect my eye contact,
As an expression of my deep felt concern.
With a meaning extended that 'should' be comprehended.
You know...
If I said hello that automatically connects,
To something warm and fuzzy concealed...
Within the best of my hidden intentions.
To show that complicates emotions.
And 'emoting' is one of my least favorite things to do!
Or if I should nod in their direction,
When crossing the street without speaking...
I hope my need to have a full conversation,
Is the first thing that is noticed...
Especially,
By the way I acknowlege their presence in public.
My nods given are better than other nods I've witnessed.
Although a close body hug is what I would rather do!
But time and the setting does not permit it!
And I've already expressed my feelings about emoting.
I'm sure all of my motivations are correctly understood.
And my intentions need not to be verbalized all the time.
Isn't once enough?
Isn't that one time in meaningful exchange sufficient?
I mean,
If it's not just let me know!
I ain't got no problem with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What For Them Was Isn't
What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
But the flavor of it is gone.
And many are trying to hold onto it.
With a savor craved...
That brings them to the edge,
Of a tantrum fit!
Since what sits in their minds from yesterday,
Hasn't for them really gone away.
They want it returned!
They want it to stay!
They feel betrayed by an enslavement made!
What for them 'was'
ISN'T anymore.
Or will be again.
For anyone else to be explored!
Those heard droaning in a whining moan...
Are lost and locked in a consciousness,
Soon to be all their own.
What for them was isn't.
It's never coming back!
That's a fact they wished attacked.
But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...
The hands on it sit!
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
No movement,
Is witnessed from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Peas In a Pod
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!
Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
They don't try to meet
Expectations that defeat
Or deceive!
They don't try to make enemies,
Just to see if they can beat them!
And they match each other,
When the other...
Isn't there to make a pair.
This doesn't matter.
In their minds.
In their hearts.
When such feeling surrounds them,
Everywhere.
Not caring who believes it!
This is theirs and they receive it!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!
Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
By those who seek,
To pierce their privacy...
With eyes that pry,
To probe inside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunting Others Too Numb
An effective mental projectedness...
Blankets to affect,
An accepted incorrectness.
People have selected,
For themselves...
To remain sheltered and not to detect.
An erosion suspected of a comprehension,
Elected.
Many wish to reject!
But its value is enforced...
With an engrossing blindedness.
Shuddering those to stutter...
And stunting others too numb.
Leaving some in opposition,
Deaf and dumb!
And the only ones left to overcome,
What is being to them done!
Completing a sustained intentional process...
To maintain a contamination,
With a controlled human devastation!
Removing an ability to think from everyone.
And such is the life...
Of anyone clinging onto truth.
Realizing today,
That holding firm in an earnest honesty...
Is a desperation a few can see and stuns!
And these are not the times to unwind from it.
This madness unimagined has just begun!
Shivering the quivers with no where to run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Connects
Love connects us with everyone and everything,
Love bridges our hearts with gratitude,
Our connection with life becomes stronger through feeling,
Love connects us with everyone and everything :)
Love connects us with necessary pain,
Love provides pain to gain awareness,
Our connection to ourselves gets stronger as pain leaves,
Love connects us with necessary pain :)
Love connects us with our passions,
Love encourages self expression and spontaneity,
Our connection to our truth becomes stronger by sharing,
Love connects us with our passions :)
Love connects us with truth always,
Love shares truth to guide us to ourselves,
Our connection becomes stronger as we receive it,
Love connects us with truth always :)
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