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Just A Gimmick Used To Convince

If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen,
Like other games played.

And yet...
What is heard and unmistaken,
Is a desire to feed more greed.
A desire to be entertained socially.
And an increase in pay,
For everything done they do.
Even if that means picking up a broom,
To sweep both front and back...
With a keeping clean,
Those places where they live.

If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen.
But it isn't.
It's just a gimmick used to convince,
Minds already delusioned and deceived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because of Their Standards, Values and Interests

You see them?
They are the ones...
The very same people,
Who declared themselves victims...
Of enemies.
And those enemies obstructed,
Their progress and efforts made.
With frustrations that prevented...
Benefits they struggled to get,
For all of the people they represented.

They were supported.
And believed.

You see them?
They are the same folks,
Who knowingly backed themselves into a hole.
With the selling of false goods.
To reveal themselves less than angels.
And adorned with tainted halos.

And in disbelief...
They were comforted by those unconscious.
Who further supported them.
Even stronger.

You see them?
They are the ones,
Who declared they had enemies.
Backed themselves into hole.
Exposed themselves as less than angels.
Fed their greed exclusively.
And in discreet secretly...
Deceived.

And now with heads bowed,
They make public appearances to profess...
Unity is needed and must be addressed.
Since those enemies declared they claimed,
Are preparing to make announcements...
That financial arrangements,
With loans made that must be paid.
Has extended the patience of their 'enemies'.
And those 'enemies' could care less,
What charades played in masquerade...
Is in need of more time,
For a promised kept silence...
To ease unwarranted stress.

Because of their standards, values and interests,
Those less than honest...
Are about to lose even their decadence.
And they are hoping their 'enemies'
Show them more respect...
Than they have shown.
A marketing of decadence...
They confess is a creation they own.
With no discipline to invest,
In the correction of this themselves!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming To Get You

(carly simon)
Last night you called me from arkansas
So thats where you are!
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking
So they think they can take you away from your ma -
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking
Mother in-law, father in-law
Lovers and lawyers in arkansas
Laid down the law;
Said I was crazy
Crazy and lazy
They expect me to go before a judge and stand there shaking
While my heart is breaking
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking
Mother in-law, father in-law
Lovers and lawyers in arkansas
Laid down the law;
Said I was crazy
Crazy and lazy
Oh Im gonna get a judge who is a lady
Im comin to get you, let there be no mistaking
Maybe she knows about having a baby.
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking
Im coming to get you, let there be no mistaking

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Resistance To Its Existence

Only those who have discovered the truth,
For what it really is...
Can no longer submit to denial.
Or masquerade the experiencing of pain.
Pain has a way of making personal,
Its visitations...
When the prolonging of a resistance,
To its existence...
Is revealed in the feeling of it.
With an intended healing,
From all that had been delusioned.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants,
Subdued...
In a resistance to truth's existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Refusing the acceptance of truth...
Is observed subdued,
In a resistance to its existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
While attempting to escape from its insistence.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She 'Is'...A Child Of God

I stood and observed her,
Searching for disgarded soda cans.
And picking through trash,
From a downtown corner garbage bin!

And as I observed her,
People waiting at a bustop...
Would laugh and begin to mock.
And she would return to them,
A warm inviting grin.

And observing this I began to think,
How peaceful she appeared.
With hair fresh and netted to keep in place.
And a face...
Beautiful and radiantly clear.

She knew 'something' immediately I felt,
Deep within me.
This woman knew exactly who she was.
And in her eyes...
There was not a sign shown she was in denial.

This woman knew exactly what happiness was.
And from where she directly obtained it!

Helpless she appeared.
But a few that observed her,
Like I did...
Knew,
What she kept inside of her endeared!

She did not have to be convinced!
She knew,
She 'is'...
A child of God!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An original is a creation motivated by desire. Any reproduction of an originals motivated be necessity. It is marvelous that we are the only species that creates gratuitous forms. To create is divine, to reproduce is human.

quote by Man Ray
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The Need And The Greed

Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.

Need and greed aren’t in water tight cells.
Need might restrict to physical wants.
Greed is for ego’s gratification.
Possessiveness is the sign of the greed.

To earn by wrongful means is from greed.
To exploit and hoard is an act of greed.
To garner and flaunt all you have is greed.
Greedless, though penny-less, you’re loveable.

To sedate the pride is to tame the greed.
To kindle the pride is to fuel the greed.
Having got money, power and possession,
As the result of greed, you will lose peace.

Remove the greed; jealousy is gone.
Remove the greed; no feeling of revenge.
Hail the poor and condemn the greedy.
Then the tendency to grow rich will wane.

Live simple; live humble; then need is less.
Be proud to own a bicycle, not a car.
Value one who owns a bicycle, not a car.
You will have saved energy and the nature.

Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Destitution

We can not jeopardize our gains.
However...
We can sure maximize our losses.
And at any cost!
What we lose will be an honorable sacrifice...
For all of the hollow victories claimed!
Inspite of our appearances of destitution.
And that is a worthwhile cause to pride,
With a wholesome delivery....
Our future generations will come to respect,
As justifiable!
For the rest of their miserable lives.
And I might add,
We hold these truths to be self evident.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaders Of The Neighborhood

Why didn't they move on?
Accept reality for what it is.
Instead of paying ridiculous amounts of money,
To have their own homes torn down?

'Someone came around a few years ago,
With a plan to convince them...
If they threatened to do this,
The people would get the hint...
And beg them to stay.
To do whatever they wished in the neighborhood.'

Well...
Hopefully they have learned a lesson.

'Apparently not from what is being observed.
Because those very same people,
Have organized themselves.
To protest the others...
Until they are welcomed back.'

That is nonsense.
It is obvious the people,
Were delighted they did that.

'Nonsense?
That's crazy!
Now they are petitioning the local government,
And have begun an advertising campaign...
To enforce the people into believing,
Without their influence as leaders...
The entire neighborhood,
Would be a place no one would desire to live.'

It is amazing what people will do,
To inflict their delusions on others.

'I'm glad you said that.
But today?
Many more are seeing,
Who has been initiating the conflicts.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Silence Those Minds In Doubt

Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Finding one without it,
And with a dream...
Is an unlikely observation.

Motivation, desire and initiative,
Are close teammates.
And a team without desire,
Seems less motivated.
And the initiative begins to procrastinate.

Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Just like a success achieved is a conditioning,
Kept believed...
In one's mind to feel all the time,
With a passion undescribed to define.

And desire simmers like embers burning.
It doesn't have to rage to display what is meant to be.
A desire started accomplishes.
A desire started rarely does not end to flicker out...
Before it blazes on the scene,
With produced results...
To silence those minds in doubt.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am, first of all, a Christian and, secondly, a person with very very serious personal opinion, so I'm motivated by many many things and, certainly, not by the need or desire to satisfy other people's ideas of who I am.

quote by Ken Hensley
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Emptiness

some are motivated
supposedly by his words
and wish to be nearer
some are motivated by
the world's events
and wish to know the
reasons behind
some are motivated
by the emptiness
in themselves
wondering whether
indeed it is emptiness there
or something more
something more

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.

quote by Ayn Rand
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Pride!

All I have left is my pride.
But a shield, yet a buoy.
Keeps me afloat against vice,
Against your spite that annoy.
My pride; a protective pride,
Affords me dignity's joy-
When you want to stomp my might,
When you want to stop my force.
It is my pride that clears my sight.
Thus leave me to my proud course.
Lest you feel my wrath ever fierce.
My pride, the only dignity I know.
Only wall between trodden tears;
The defender of weak, helpless souls,
Those looking upon the rich with fear.
Pride; the bold titanium shield of sorts.
Blocking the piercing stares and jeers.
Unseen strength that can't be stopped.
Can't be broken; is my pride here.

poem by Real Wordz
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Beginning of destruction

pride it’s all your fault
Pride it’s all your fault we in this mess
Pride it’s all your fault we are suffering
Pride it’s all your fault people are shedding blood
Pride it’s all your fault families are destroyed
Pride it’s all your fault people are so greedy and selfish
Pride it’s all your fault people have no love
Pride it’s all your fault are so jealous of each other
Pride it’s all your fault people are so lost
Pride it’s all your fault dying from this horrible diseases
Pride it’s all your fault we have so many orphans
Pride it’s all your fault people are betraying each other
Pride it’s all your fault are dying of hunger
Pride it’s all your fault fathers are sleeping with their children
Pride it’s all your fault people are so heartless
Pride it’s all your fault there is no peace, unity and harmony in this world
Pride it’s all your fault we have all this sorrow
Pride it’s all your fault God has rejected us
Pride it’s all your fault people are so evil
And they have decided to be in love with evil rather than good
You have ruined this world
You are to blame for all this misery
If lucifer did not have pride in his heart we wouldn’t be in this mess
Pride it all your fault! ! !

Vangile Mtyali

poem by Vangile Mtyali
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To Circumvent What It Is Done They Do

To do what one loves,
Becomes one's evidence...
In the doing.
Not as proof to convince,
But as a love one does.
And with a doing of it not to mention.
As observed...
People who do what they love,
Do not do it for the attention.

Then there are those who make speeches,
At social events where pretentions are invited.
And there they are...
To make unsolicited announcements,
As to what they did to do or will be done...
To show nothing accomplished.
To anyone.
But the ability to embellish is there to relish.

And people like this should not be faulted,
For what it is they most address as a love...
To do and get.
Since...
For them it is the getting of attention.
To circumvent what it is done they do best.
With that proof shown to anyone,
Who has sat long enough to listen until numbed.
And sometimes with impatience done to give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please, Don't 'Laugh '! Smile!

If people smile at us, we have to smile back,
Otherwise we may offend them with our disrespect.

If people laugh at us, should we have to laugh back,
otherwise they may think that we are worms.

We are not worms for anyone to step on us,
for them to have the feeling of stepping on us.

We are the tortoises or simple snails,
when we are stepped on, Let them have that feel.

Let us be safe inside our protective wise shell,
while they shadow themselves with guilty pride.

When people have every right to laugh at us,
we have every right to laugh at them. Smile, please.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Rare

I am acquainted with several people,
Who have earned BA, MA and Doctorate degrees.
And it would be wonderful 'if'...
Their knowledge and focus to obtain certificates,
Was as equally devoted in the use of their 'competence'...
As are their eyes on 'things' and what money brings.

With the assistance of decreasing but not adding onto...
The climbing economic deficit!

Not to say they are among those greedy.
Or perpetuating the increase of gluttony!
However...
If they are servicing the needy with a teaching how to feed,
They are to be applauded.

Since rare in a capitalistic society,
Are those motivated to show or expose...
Humanitarian qualities.
It is the feeding of a greed,
That most seek to achieve a higher degree of feeding.

There aren't too many Oprahs and Ellens,
Represented in the mix!
Being about to afford what they do has little to do with it.
And 'rare' are the minds that these two exhibit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not Your Broom

Now broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No, john, I will not sweep for you
For I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking, broom
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and
Im leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
Ive had enough, Im throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Down Low

I've heard it said...
Those down low,
Do it slow in bed!
They want to keep
Discreet yet sneaky.
And I can't defend...
That kind of sense,
That makes none in the end!

Well...
That 'end' is a beginning,
For them!

Dudes say they are down low,
When sharing with like minds.
Just to satisfy desires...
They themselves can not define!
And choose to keep these thoughts,
More kept within!
And felt it better unexpressed,
If not mentioned and left behind!

And women do the same...
But they refrain from giving it a name!
Lesbian, gay or homo doers...
When it is done,
It is plain...
No one is blamed!

And a game played unseen...
Shouldn't make one feel ashamed!
Yet it has to be admitted...
Acts of love are done!
Look around...
They don't have to be claimed!

For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is a fact that is known.
It doesn't have to be publicly shown.
As long as what is shared...
Is between those who expose they care!
Whether down low,
Above...
Or any and everywhere!

For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is done protectively...
And out of sight of those who oppose,
How others live the lives they choose,
To live as 'they' do and chose!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implanted Tragedies

What could be possibly said,
About that which is observed and denied?
When those are exposed to treason imposed...
And yet wish to protect this deception they chose.

It is best to shut and keep one's mouth closed.
Or defamation of character becomes a campaign toast.
But either way...
A stepping on one's toes is desrespectfully displayed.

What could be possibly said,
About what is there and on our streets?
With no direct discussion concerning what disgusts,
Other than what fibered diet is suitable for a regular flush...
That can not be beaten with a cleansing complete.

Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.

What could be possibly said,
To those addicted to be lead.
And be fed delusions they fight,
To keep in their heads in darkness,
As if glued to ensure this remains inside,
Snug fitting with a tightness instead.

While those who express they could care less,
Yet complain...
Seem to have a desire to inspire this,
As missions to claimed.

Leaving one to wonder,
Why many read the obituaries...
With a priority to see if their names are there.
Or someone they knew,
But never approached to speak to.
By the same folks who declare a devotion,
To communal unity with an ongoing hypocrisy.

What could be possibly said,
About these implanted tragedies.
Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.

What could be possibly said,
To awaken the dead?

Absolutely nothing!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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