It Baffles Those Who Believe
I've transcended,
My own perception of greatness.
And what that is,
And means...
To me!
I had attached success,
To 'things' and possessions.
That eventually collected
On them dust specks!
I had danced to receive,
Invitations with congradulations.
Attended by high profile folks.
From various professions...
Who sat around and joked,
About poor people and how they spoke!
I thought happiness came with good credit.
And bank deposits that increased with a breeze.
And to answer my doorbell...
To find impatient celebrities,
Looking just for me!
And having spending sprees carefree...
In exotic places only the wealthy
Could afford to see.
But...
When I achieved a peace of mind!
The kind that found me,
Telling others where they could go...
After kissing my behind!
I knew I had 'arrived'!
I knew something inside of me...
Was very much prepared to shine.
And put aside that drive,
To compete with hypocrisy!
I can only describe that as greatness!
A clarity that sets one free,
And stripped boldly from delusions.
Very few can brag they've got that!
And it comes without a hint of spotlight wished!
I've got that!
Blissfully.
And it baffles those who believe,
I am standing in the wings...
Imaging myself hearing and receiving,
Deafening applause!
When I am not in awe at all.
Not by that ego trapping.
I am more shocked...
I have lost a pair of matching sox!
After laundry I have washed!
I've transcended,
My own perception of greatness.
And what that is,
And means...
To me!
My peace of mind,
I have discovered...
Is my treasure!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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The Hype and Marketing of Medocrity
They belong to that generation,
That just isn't going to get it!
They are the ones adorned in 'bling'.
Life means for them to live externally.
The surface thinkers with no depth.
Reductive reasoning...
Has not a mind within them,
Where that kind of thought process...
Has of yet not met.
They belong to 'that' generation!
The folks who have no clue as to why?
But quick to plan for the 'when' and 'where'.
AND...
How much will it cost,
To take them 'there'.
Whenever and wherever there 'is'!
That's what we have done to these 'kids'.
Disconnected from thoughtfulness.
Wanting the end result...
Without putting discipline and hard work to the test.
That's what we have done to these 'kids'.
Many now adults...
Without enough common sense between them to share.
Or time to spare...
If it does not address self gratification.
And some of 'us' STILL expect greatness?
But...
Who is there in a mindset left to know,
What the better of best is?
To identify a greatness when it has been achieved?
Who can really today say what that even means?
Since the hype and marketing of medocrity...
Has made nonsense 'high' on low self esteem!
And those uptight who scream...
Do it!
But...
For what purpose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reaching The Pinnacle
Greatness!
And reaching the pinnacle,
Of fame and success...
Obtained carefully and taken by steps.
Can leave one unsuspecting...
Breathless.
And insecure at such a lofty height.
But that greatness achieved,
Is not a timeless annointment...
To be left to go unchecked.
Without a truth one should face,
With all that there is centered upon it...
To maintain as greatness is accomplished.
Can never be disrespected or it eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Better Quality of Life
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
Few I see walking.
Or exercising their right,
To feel healthier and bright.
Most with a better credit rating,
Than the one I possess...
Seem to be stressed and obsessed with regrets.
Why can't they whip out a piece of plastic,
Or be 'loaned' out of their mess?
Isn't that what having good credit means.
An ability to temporarily be free of duress.
That sounds so inviting.
To live for the creditors to hound and bite.
Hmmm...
I think not.
Not on my drug free watch!
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
There were those who believed I had lost my mind.
Literally!
Since I did not chase behind,
Luxury items.
Marketed to confine.
I chose to leave that kind of life behind.
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
Only the necessities,
Brought me more happiness it seems.
'And you say I can get two of these for a dollar?
Can I get three for twenty five cents more?
Why are you staring at me? '
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Exploring those things like nature walks,
Or riding daily on a bus.
I admit in the beginning...
A few choice words I openly cussed.
And that action began my release.
'I's free.
I's free.
I's be free like morning glory.
Well...
Not entirely.
I still pay basic bills.'
Stripped from impressions I see others attempt.
With a clear mind unaddicted...
These observations now to me make less sense.
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Life unattached to crap,
Can be quite exciting!
Although social invitations are few,
And far between.
But having peace of mind that is recognized...
Is more fulfilling than being in and around those scenes.
And that's a given.
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
I is free from pretentious living.
Uh-uh.
Yessuh!
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
If they are,
I don't see it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hollowed Beliefs
I awakened with a taste for greatness.
My eyes before,
Were set upon limitations...
Wasted.
What I did not have,
Saddened the feeding...
Of hollowed beliefs!
Like chores ignored...
I became bored,
With the good I had...
But did not increase!
With an emergence,
To set my mind at peace!
I awakened with thoughts...
An emptiness I brought!
Doubts and blame,
I had indentified by name.
Grief I could not release...
Until I realized what I had to shed!
I had to remove all those 'things',
I alone put into my head!
And a discouragement I nurtured then...
Found me too boring,
And fled with the wind!
It tried with ease to breeze up on me again...
When,
I awakened with a taste for greatness.
My eyes before,
Were set upon limitations...
Wasted.
And I discovered the familiarity!
Chasing it away...
For good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once It Arrives
'My beliefs and restrictions.
Those thoughts I kept,
That brought upon me an isolation.
And my obsession with fear and death! '
Why are you doing that now?
'There is nothing about them valued.
Not a solid single thing!
Now I appreciate what freedom means.
And the clarity it brings! '
What do you think it means?
'Stepping out of a box I tried to fit in.
Observing those crushed against each other...
Trying to impress themselves.
With manifested nonsense.
And ridding myself of those thing's
That do not provide my sustained peace of mind.'
But that is not happiness.
You need things to make you happy!
I know I do.
'No!
I needed those things for pretentious reasons.
But when I discovered my peace of mind...
I knew immediately to get rid of a whole lot of 'stuff'!
And leaving that with attitudes with bitterness behind.
OH! So...
You value that more than anything?
'Yes!
Once it arrives...
There is nothing like it!
You will find yourself removing everything,
That makes it feel uncomfortable!
Everything!
That's how determined I am to keep it!
So I hope you are not here to test me?
I can become vicious when it comes to protecting it.'
But,
I can't see a thing!
'I said...
I can become 'vicious' when it comes to protecting it.
Should I show you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extendibly Kept
Greatness declared,
Seems almost too simple to say.
Too simple to adorn that which isn't...
With such a high placed esteem.
Greatness just to say,
With few ways of it expressed.
Seems as if a parody,
Of what isn't there with wishes it could be.
A greatness achieved and extendibly kept,
Takes a constant self reflection.
And a careful watching of one's steps.
A greatness achieved and extendibly kept,
Takes repeated self examination.
With a wanting always to do one's best.
Greatness declared,
Seems almost too simple to say.
Too simple to adorn that which isn't...
With such a high placed esteem.
Greatness just to say,
With few ways of it expressed.
Seems as if a parody,
Of what isn't there with wishes it could be...
Forever peceived and to others believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Has Been Earned
What more can be believed,
When only one belief is given.
One can be set free...
When truth is not a perception of life.
But received as an acknowledgement of it.
And that is not a perception...
To be defined by someone's acceptance,
Or rejection of a presence full of light!
One's awakening to the 'self'
Provides all truth defined!
And a peace of mind like that discovered and found,
Is not a debate subjected to confusion or mental conflict.
Awaiting one to be attached and baited.
Scraped over hot coals to be heated.
To fulfill a use...
Until that has been done to deplete.
In a despair that mistreats with deception.
It has been earned!
That peace of mind that comes one finds.
Burning with desire,
That rises one from an entangled mire.
Freed and cleared of such divisions.
Uncompromised by doubt!
One should not invite confusion of any kind.
Not in these times when that is readily available.
Beseech and reach for a higher consciousness,
That pleases.
Share it...
And release someone,
Who feels trapped and shackled...
Attracted to a designed bondage.
Enforced by practiced limitations known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greatness
You want to be led to greatness.
You believe that it comes,
Without pain and sacrifice.
You perceive it to be a condition taught.
Something instructed or can be bought.
Something delivered upon your acceptance.
But no one known that is considered great...
Waited in anticipation to have it placed,
And presented on a plate as they safely ate!
Greatness isn't something someone takes.
Greatness is announced...
After someone has been trounced,
Through the trenches!
And 'remarkably' survives.
Surprising even the one who is stunned.
This was not a consideration,
In the mind of one who kept focused...
On what at the time,
Needed to be done!
And greatness was bestowed,
By what one did and showed!
Rising to heights,
Inspite of opposition!
And not submitting to a conformity,
That sits and seeks to be led!
Greatness is ahead of those,
Following!
Those feeding,
Upon wishes to be fed!
By that which has been left,
To nibble and taste...
From pioneering explorations!
In a desperation to succeed!
And most times discovered,
In disregard of danger!
In disregard...
Of blood one might bleed!
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Of Thunderous Accolades
Moments of greatness,
Do not come and bestow themselves...
Upon the shoulders of those in waiting.
These moments of greatness are achieved,
By those unlikely to believe they are deserving.
They are not self serving types of people.
They are people of deeds!
Not folks perceiving themselves as great.
To adorn an ego to be pleased.
They feel themselves to be just common folks,
Who accomplish from depths of purpose.
Not those who are on the surface...
Anticipating to salivate acknowledgements shown,
While thrown in the center,
Of thunderous accolades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once An Awakening Delivers
Amazingly a chase kept in a rat race has ended.
A pace once defended,
Has been suspended.
And a peace of mind reigns.
It's not only allowed...
It is protected like a precious gem.
And the slightest hint of interference,
Coming to test it is not accepted.
Once an awakening delivers daylight...
With fresh air one can breathe,
It is such a welcome.
And when it is discovered,
There are no strings attached...
Or opinions needed to be made by anyone.
A freedom no one can pay for...
Will ever be taken away!
Some will try.
But the effort will be wasted.
Once peace of mind has been tasted...
It is a craving one wishes to stay.
And enjoyed for what it means and is!
When it is found...
No one gives it up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unlocked Soul
As he builds me up for a path unknown,
He places peace and quietness, in a lost soul.
I could not fathom his purpose, why me.
Cries of sadness from those I love.
As my heart reaches out as they spoke.
I know joy is inside, I cry don't you see it!
Only you can bring it out!
I remember those tears I cried,
Fallow me on my quest of destiny;
take my hand as we walk.
My shoulder is bare, and my wisdom is free.
The love in my heart is just for you.
I will always be there!
Love is the answer, don't you see.
It's a greatness of life,
the ultimate pleasure we seek.
As years have past by,
I look deep inside their souls.
I see a longing, a desire, and a need!
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Embellished By Desire
Does a greatness exist,
To remind itself that's what it is?
Or is it what it is because it is convinced...
A greatness has been achieved?
From its perspective.
Although the quality of it,
Has long been diminished...
By those seeking clarity and definition!
And not deluded interpretations,
Fantasized and embellished by desire.
An isolated slice of a whole...
May wish to call itself anything it chooses.
But it can not exist as it is by itself exclusively.
One day it does awaken...
To realize the foolishness of this!
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The Peace Of The Man And The Dragon
finally we have found peace,
the outcome of the war,
as we have seen greatness since,
as we have seen light and darkness,
the king welcomes us for a meeting,
we gave a great toast to peace to the lands,
and the lost honored in memory,
we have found the light,
as soon as we've seen the great light of peace,
our people have became the allies of peace,
we have seen our men attacked in the night,
for peace has prevailed for now.
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Freedom's Bond
It's your dream come true
You are free, free to be, free to breathe
Free to see, what do you see?
What do you be?
Freedom's price, bondage's ice
You have a dream?
Chase it till it becomes your reality
Spread your wings
Soar around the rings
Of Saturn's infinity
How do you feel?
Do your wings feel weak?
Or do you feel like one of the gods of the Greeks?
One day at a time you took
One feet at a time you looked
Six feet, six inches above all
Success, the greatness before the fall
It's lonely at the top I heard
How many eagles shave your beard?
It's your dream come true
Does pride blind you or bonds you as his bride
Till all the lowly bound you chide
And your glorious tears you hide
And your darkest fears in you confide
Can anyone else come through?
Reach you, teach you, feel you? ...
Free you?
You.
Bound for the skies.
Bound.
Free for the stars.
Freedom. Greatness. Success. Freedom.
Do the winds fade your wings?
Do you just dream of sitting
Do you just wish for a sound.
Sound.
The chickens call it laughter.
How does it feel?
Happy ever after
Or take me before after?
You were great before anyone screamed your name
You were great before the fame
You were great, before the game
Six feet at a time, six under in no time
The hurricane washed that beach
And those two people away
One day at a time, each day is a dream come true
No matter what happens in it
One day at a time
One day and no time
No time and no you
Free your mind and be you
For in no time, there will be no you.
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Gone For Good
A greatness once had,
Can not be recaptured...
By the snap of one's fingers.
Or an emergency visit made,
By one's drug dealer...
Who has promised to restore,
Unblemished visions from the past!
When you are washed up,
You've become washed up for good...
In Hollywood.
Listening to one's self singing,
Sweet melodies...
Recorded on CD's on loan,
From the local library...
Doesn't get empathy from Mother Nature.
When fame and fortune is misused,
In a conscious self abuse.
It becomes known and shown.
To garner bouquets of disrespect.
And loyalty is noticed to be distanced.
A greatness once had,
Can not be recaptured...
By the snap of one's fingers.
Or an emergency visit made,
By one's drug dealer.
Achieving greatness is something,
No one should ever take for granted.
Or believed can be enforced,
To be accepted once it is gone.
Once it leaves an ego unguarded...
That greatness is gone for good!
And not for the good of perceptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real mother
Who else can be better?
Than the real mother
Thousands of words may fail to describe
She remains at heart fully inscribed
It is lovely to dream about her and honor
She has spent complete life for minors
What else she might be in her mind?
She may struggle later for us to find
We may have our own family
All her tales may look silly
We may pay little or no attention
She may never mind or make mention
That is her asset and greatness
That glory and brightness is seen on face
Who on earth and heaven can compete with her?
Even if something is to be offered then offer only prayer
No amount of compensation can pay her debt
Her honor and pride is higher and always kept
What we all did to her is mater of shame
No use when later on you realize and blame
She won’t come back from heaven to look after
All her greatness may be realized later
In poverty or richness she is all the same
No one knows where from the divinity came?
Even great souls have prayed and showered the roses
Touched the feet and offers emotional kisses
What all these gestures show or speak
Her position is supreme and not weak
I will certainly bow my head to her greatness
No creature on earth deserves honor and praise
Oh, mother you are sacred than all on earth
You are remembered life long even after death
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Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Set Me Free...
gone away we are from another you went ur way i remained here lost confused and alone satyed i have til rainclouds came and thru a storm i remained still deep in thought from your sweet love your eternal beauty in ur eyes a gracefullness of foreverness ur cool calm relaxed what people like in a person thry exuherbance in which radiates from you an excellance a coolness the greatness from you so hard to not think of u your sweetness ur awesome aditude towards life ur the best of both worlds whats in ur mind may ualways know greatness goodness never sadness like sum of most of sum of us feel in this life this ever more bleakness towards the nothingness in which you recieve try as u might and try as u will try harder or try nothing but least must try and make and effort to acheive a greatness and make sunshine of forevermore shine down upon ur soul for ur are all thats great always now and forever more sweet sweet person that you are and gone away i am like a thief into the night itself into shadows and thru halls of madness i wander but always with ur memory from now until i reach my destination where that be into the bright lights of the heavens above or into the coldness of hell or jus still lost and alone and by myself sumwhere down the road of forever i know that sumthin or nothing will but come towards me but for now i say good bye and always wish the best for you.
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The 'Potential' For Greatness IS There
If a greatness is indeed appreciated,
Wouldn't it take more than one to satiate the taste?
It would lessen the propaganda.
And the hype of it would not be faked.
'Well...
Okay.
Let me say...
The 'potential' for greatness is there.'
mmm...
That makes the taste of it easier to take,
Somehow.
That way,
My expectations aren't set so high.
And I can determine what is given,
More delicious than it is!
You get my point?
'I think so.
YOU want to determine,
The 'greatness'.
And when and 'if' that should be labelled as such!
Giving 'you' a purpose to encourage and spread the word.'
Of course.
I don't want to have it enforced.
I would think you would want my expectations to rise!
To declare something 'great'...
Leaves it to be criticized and opened to be downsized.
'Maybe we should hire you to do our marketing? '
Well...
As you yourself stated,
The 'potential' for greatness is there.
'I now can see,
The point you are making.
The potential for greatness 'IS' there.'
Exactly!
There is no need to overwhelm the message.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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