Left Evidence
There is a risk one takes,
In knowing oneself.
And to have self assurance,
WITH an identity one exposes to flaunt...
From a pride undaunted.
Clearly a decision one has made,
Not to be afraid.
This is a brave thing to do,
Amongst those who have no clue...
As to who they are without a reason,
Or a purpose to exist.
Yet to yield to others' wishes,
They can not resist.
It is almost as if they had been hypnotized.
Or confined within minds...
Conditioned to accept and believe,
Who they are is insignificant.
And this they show,
With a wish to prove it true...
To leave no doubting of the left evidence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Same Obstacles Will Be There
Why should I go somewhere else,
To do and be who it is I am?
So many others have chosen to do just that.
Only to discover with a backtracking,
They still have no clue as to who they are.
Or for what purpose,
They live to exist to accept and not resist.
For some reason I have always known this.
To not backtrack to avoid facing facts.
And it didn't matter where I chose to sit.
Or be confronted with obstacles I know exist.
Realizing those same obstacles will be there,
No matter where one goes to confront...
That which opposes the being of who one 'is'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Them Alone
Leave them alone,
With their induced indoctrinations.
They have become intoxicated,
With addictions believed!
And these inflictions,
Have left them afflicted...
In mindsets neglected,
To be left deranged.
Whether or not...
They decide they must change!
This is not their decision...
To accept or remain the same.
They can not conceive,
That the only thing real
Is the breath they breathe.
And when the time comes,
Reality will stun them.
They will not accept it!
Although with their eyes they will see!
With wishes to reject it.
They have been conditioned...
They are superior than life itself.
And there is no match,
For the 'brains' they alone maintain!
Leave them alone!
From this revealing shock...
They can not flee.
It is beyond their scope...
Of divisions of religions,
Or mindless racist inequities!
Let them find out for themselves...
That this existence experienced,
Broadens the concept of possibilities!
And self righteous implications,
Of a non-entity such as their 'purities'!
Are what they are...
Prefabrications!
These are but just a few...
Deceptions to be undone to redo!
Coming to enlighten.
Head-on without a preview.
Leave them alone!
They are no challenge for what confronts!
And they will discover that,
On their own!
Leave them alone...
To tolerate an ignorance,
They have shown they alone have condoned.
There will be no tolerance...
For such an accepted wickedness to enlist!
Leave them alone,
To discover the true Wizard of their Oz!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beliefs And Perceptions
The beliefs and perceptions one has,
Of them to hold unchanging in their minds...
Are nearly the same thing.
And as concrete as a decision made,
By anyone who spends hours at a mall...
Window shopping knowing exactly,
What it is they want if seen to convince.
If only they were not rushed,
Through the process by someone...
Making threats to leave them abandoned,
If they didn't hurry up to purchase 'anything'...
With a commitment and soon!
Totally misunderstanding that 'image' one seeks,
To see, to satisfy, then to buy and sell and to flaunt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Is Your Next Appointment?
So alone goes those needs,
One keeps secretly.
To wish for someone to exist...
Knowing already what 'sits'
On their minds that resist,
An unwinding of thoughts...
Kept and left unspoken!
Leaving them heartbroken.
As they try to convince...
No one cares about their sentiments.
Or show an interest,
To probe for treasures...
Buried deep!
Locked...
Although unchained to be discovered,
By someone on a whim...
Accidently appearing,
To unearth a 'gem'
In an announced expedition!
And these are the folks,
Who say they have never found true love!
Or someone who takes the time,
To find their true qualities.
'I paid a psychiatrist one hundred dollars per hour.
And he got right to the point!
I was told my anticipations did not measure up,
To my expectations.
And my demands were masked by my perceived flaws!
So I have shortened my interview process,
And exchanged my demands for preferences!
Hoping to at least be asked out on a date,
To discuss them with my future mate! '
When is your next appointment?
'Why?
I haven't made one yet! '
Make another.
You will need it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strain Vs. Resistance
[bonus track]
Strain! You can resist the...
A gun in hand can make you believe
In everything that's meant to deceive
A trigger and an eye for disease
Conditioned to resist the machine
I'm not afraid to live this way
I lived through pain
Resisted all the strain
Conditioned to believe in nothing
Now that I can see
The truth behind the deceit
Nothing now can ever stop me
Never stop me
Strain! You can resist the...
Elusive, I am so hard to trace
A slap of fear across your face
A weapon to cleanse this waste
To overcome this gut-wrenching place
I'm not afraid to live this way
I lived through pain
Resisted all the strain
Conditioned to believe in nothing
Now that I can see
The truth behind the deceit
Nothing now can ever stop me
Never stop me
Strain! You can resist the...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Masquarade
You and me
Alone in the corner
You took out your mask
And showed me your true identity
You told me everything
From the darkest moment of your life to all your blissful moment
You told me all those little secrets about you which no one knows about
You trust me, you said
And i do trust you
Im mystified
I did try to unleash my mask
And to show you the real me
But i was afraid
I was afraid that you wont accept me
I was afraid that you'll me in darkness
And because of that i tied back my mask
Ive hidden my true identity from you
It feels so wrong
But i dont wanna lose you
Because...
I love you
poem by Kristal Clear
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If I Am Not Seen Following You
My heart that beats,
May to you have no purpose.
Or my emotions felt,
To you may not be shown.
But what is known,
Without you condoning it...
Are wishes and dreams.
And although different they may be,
Every wish I dream seems to be mine alone.
I live with a desire to fulfill,
Those adventures that appear...
To have my signature on them clear.
And if I am not seen following you,
On a path you pursue...
That should leave you a clue,
My life is mine to live.
Just as yours is for you to do,
With wants and wishes made to come true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burnt
Crawled from my hole
Covered in mud
Forced my face up
Towards the sun
Burnt
This happened to me once before
Now I make myself go back again
They've known me
Smothered me
Forget life and accept
Then I wait
I don't need you
(I don't need to know)
We'll be down here
(Live without a clue)
I don't want you
(You resist me)
Came here to exist
(I don't want all of this)
Rubbing me out
Pushing me down
It's picking me up
Stooding me on
Starving me
Surviving me
Starving me
Surviving me
Leaving me
Still see the gap
They've known me
Smothered me
Forget life and accept
I don't need you
(I don't need to know)
We'll be down here
(Live without a clue)
I don't want you
(You resist me)
Came here to exist
(I don't want all of this)
Rubbing me out
Pushing me down
It's picking me up
Stooding me on
Burnt
song performed by by Ultraspank
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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
poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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Decide You Will Lead
You can choose to remove confusion.
You can also refuse to accept to lose...
With a bit of hope used and faith proven.
Anything done to do to prove to oneself...
Is possible to touch and see happen.
You can choose to remove confusion,
And a doubting mood that comes to bother you...
To restrict with a bitter attitude,
To stay fixed in a temperment...
Leaving you to pout in solitude.
Anything is possible.
Even having the patience to wait to see grass grow.
Anything is possible.
If you do not try,
How will you know?
Take a stand,
And command...
With a decision to lead.
And you can.
You can.
Take a stand,
And command...
With a decision to lead.
And you can.
You can.
Anything is possible,
Decide you will lead.
And you can.
You can.
Anything is possible,
Decide you will lead.
And you can.
You can.
Take a stand,
And command...
You'll take the lead.
And you can.
You can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decisions
At the times decisions must be had, we weigh the good and the bad.
Decisions not always cut and dry, being left too often to wonder why,
What decision bears more weight, on the scale that people call fate?
Why do these things happen to me, just what is it that I can not see?
With decisions made from the heart, reason sometimes plays no part.
There is never rhyme or reason, when it’s your heart you’re pleasing.
And reason can seem kind of cold, when a decision seems to be bold.
However, it is never fate my friend, with our God, who knows the end.
With any decision that you make, there’s a chance a heart will break.
But you must remember my friend, that in due time hearts will mend.
Decisions come in various kinds, and burden both hearts and minds.
Whatever the decision, be assured, guidance is offered by The Lord.
Friend, you can humbly go to God, and He will light the path to trod.
And when you truly seek His face, God will fill your heart with Grace.
Make the decision and take a stand, even if others don’t understand.
If someone towards you is unkind, Christ will give you peace of mind.
The Lord will light the proper path, guiding you from the unkind wrath.
If you have never sought The Lord, He’s truly a source to be implored.
Christ will then show you the way, to make a decision in a Godly way.
With God make your decision then, leave it with The Savior my friend.
(Copyright ©04/2006)
Left to Play the Blame Game
Conditioned to discredit their own kind.
In neighborhoods...
Where one has said,
Folks have lost their moral fiber.
Others who have come to witness this...
Have come to realize,
Those folks have also lost their minds.
Unfortunately...
They have been encourage,
To lose their identity as well.
Their ambitions have been to flaunt,
A foolishness dressed to impress!
In a collected unified distrust of one another.
Not realizing this would lead to communities,
Under duress.
And stressed in their own distress.
With no one left to care,
How or if they correct such a mess.
Since this has been their wish!
Bestowing a self destruction done at its best.
Left to play the blame game...
With no one but themselves.
Pointing fingers!
And leaving them to thrive...
In conditions they've imposed,
But have chosen to see it with eyes...
In blind defiance.
Despising truth,
That confronts them exposed.
But this and who they are goes denied!
No matter who comes qualified...
To tell them about themselves.
Or tries to correct their ignorant lives.
Whether dressed in street clothes...
Or suited up with bowties!
'They just do not get it! '
A mindset this shallow...
Although recognized,
Is best to leave in the hands of those who defend it.
Since those who criticize and become offended,
Are the ones that are ostracized!
The ones trying to mend it!
Finding they are living much happier lives...
Divorced from such division.
Divorced from those in constant criticsms.
And observing this nonsense from the outside.
Living with a peace of mind...
As a decision made.
And feeling grateful and blessed,
In confessions they profess...
They were able to find,
With a welcomed rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreads
It's not a statement of defiance,
I wear my hair in dreads.
It's who I am...
And I'm proud to show them.
Naturally...
On my head!
I use to keep my hair short and faded...
Conservative in conformity!
To fit into a 'conscious' acceptance...
An unspoken, visual uniformity.
Believing to appear like everyone else...
Would bestow upon me,
A certain respected sense of self.
Having no clue it was 'me' I pursued!
It took me a while to realize,
From myself I ran and fled!
Then when I 'woke' up clear with understanding...
I still had concealed a truthfulness not revealed.
My hair is 'nappy'!
And when not cut,
It dreads!
Curling into 'naps'.
And feeling comfortable on my head.
How sweet the awakening...
To a wholesomeness fed!
Not to dred but to wear in pride.
It's not a statement of defiance,
I wear my hair in dreads.
It's who I am...
And I'm proud to show them.
Naturally...
On my head!
Dreadlocked.
And now that I feel,
My best of self can be expressed...
I see so many who are trapped in masquerades.
Doing their best to project...
What they feel someone else,
Will accept without protest!
And I am so happy I can live my life...
With a peace of mind I find at rest!
Knowing a simple thing like 'dreads'...
Exposes a complete identity I keep.
And makes me feel at my very best yet!
Instead.
Forgetting the 'me' who I thought I knew...
And having not one regret!
Not within my heart I thread.
Note:
Dedicated to those dreadlock wearers
who feel the gloriousness of being who they are!
And a deep kindred with 'Jah' The Supreme!
A strengthening of 'spirit' develops when one
becomes...'dread-headed'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I shall fetch
I shall fetch you silver stars
Bright moon with spots and scars
Whole galaxy and Milky Way
Invite through eyes and say
Neither have I words to offer
Nor any strong reason to differ
Silently I would love to suffer
Even…………
Why is it so with deep impact?
Readiness to accept but not to react
Willing to go for outright acceptance
No reason to sight it as mere instance
May be as true lover, I must adhere to
Not to prove ideal one or compare to
But certainly to prove as equal match
As she will considered as prized catch
Immediate result may not be possible
Love as such is completely irresistible
I can’t hold it back any more in reserve
Honestly bid for it as I simply deserve
What happens if she completely refuses?
How to avert show off and situation to defuse?
Love is not the commodity for open sale
Sordid affair may be termed as laughing tale
I don’t know the other side of the hill
Never tried to know or assert the will
I stood as perfect target in her eyes blue
Not allowing the person to have any clue
Well, I go for it with earnest desire
Ready to admit and openly admire
No more comments with even slight satire
She4 may have no reason to exhibit ire
She is bestowed with good body and talent
All round show and performance excellent
What blinds me is her exempt simplicity?
Steam in rough weather with clear ability
I shall endeavour to see at happen as reality
Try to prove its worth as best quality
Pairs are made in heaven with blessings
It should take place……………………
Simple flower may serve all the purpose
There can be no other reason or suppose
It has its own strength worth to prove
She may realize it and lovingly approve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Can Prove You Wrong
(monty criswell/greg mcdougal/billy spencer)
I know he gave you every reason
To lose your faith in love
Give me the chace Ill find the pieces
To a heart thats given up
You say theres nothing I can do
But no ones ever too far gone
Its a heartache talking when
You say youll never love again
And I can prove you wrong
I can prove you wrong
I know I can make you see
That youre right where you belong
When youre right here with me
If I could wrap these arms around you
You wont even know hes gone
But if youre still afraid
Love always ends that way
I can prove you wrong
I can show you what Im saying
Is so much more than empty words
And if you want me here Im staying
But Ill walk away if you prefer
A broken heart takes time to heal
And right now yours is not that strong
You say theres no one left for you
But if you want me to
I can prove you wrong
I can prove you wrong
I know I can make you see
That youre right where you belong
When youre right here with me
If I could wrap these arms around you
You wont even know hes gone
But if youre still afraid
Love always ends that way
I can prove you wrong
But if youre still afraid
Love always ends that way
I can prove you wrong
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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As Has Been Taught
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others.
Or be heard routinely expressed.
A true placement of values,
Has been obsessed.
And obvious it is...
Needing not to be excused or confessed.
Since if it was not wished it would not exist.
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others or be expressed.
It is what it is as has been taught,
To teach and be believed to label as is revealed.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught...
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept,
These things we see to leave as is believed...
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Begin the Mending of Unreasoning
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
She has been seducing him,
Since the beginning of their childhood.
She practiced technique with her daddy.
And daddy practiced patience and understanding.
She liked that about her daddy.
He was torn between Magic, Shaq and Kobe!
'Yeah, but that Michael will always be the best! '
He was a sportsman!
And she fell asleep in his lap!
Just like she did,
When daddy did that!
He thought he knew what he was getting into.
Until she wanted more of what he could not prove,
He could do.
So he screwed her that night...
And he left not to return.
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
It did not take her long to realize,
She paralyzed their love!
She criticized his lovemaking acts.
And reacted as if he was not there at all.
Feelings had been among the missing,
For days...
In the forest of hidden misunderstandings.
With her face towards the wall...
Expecting him to communicate,
'Her' feelings he could not possibly feel!
She did not make them real to him!
She felt hurt!
And he was suppose to know!
Or at least pretended to care?
He snored loudly!
'Could romance be slipping from the booty calls? '
He thought as he was swept with anguish!
Thinking with sincere sentiments...
'She crazy as hell,
If she think I'm gonna try and 'be' Denzel.'
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
He heard his name being called from the distance,
In a pleading believed.
And coming to ease his anger quick,
She pleads in tones believed!
'Please. Don't leave me.
I am the Sun that comes to love.
You are the spark my heart feeds,
Upon a craving desire to have you near!
Please. Don't leave me, please!
Not here like this.
Please release us from this ignorance.
Don't go my love...
My dear! Don't leave me,
Please! '
She said she wanted him in a language,
He knew 'now' they spoke fluently!
He had not wanted his love to waste.
For any maiden.
Oh he 'tripped' just knowing she ran,
After him with love he had always known for her.
And she did not want to pace the floor.
Knowing within moments how to prevent it!
Knowing within moments...
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
And those who know how to do it...
May 'what' is known and applied...
Increase the hold of a bonding,
Worthy to strengthen loosening ties!
And that,
With reason
Becomes the purpose!
To begin,
The mending of unreasoning
To build upon seasons,
Seasoned with love and committement.
And with reason the purpose can flourish.
Never to wither a love delivered seasoned,
With reason as its purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only The Brave One
Only the brave one can smile though not winning only the brave are gracious in defeat
Only the brave one though seen as successful never does show any sign of conceit
If for some reason from the Queen you do not accept a knighthood that does not prove lack of grace on your part
That only proves that you are a good person that you are one who does follow your heart
You've proved yourself in the heat of the battle and you became a hero when the war was won
It has been said that your victims were many but everyone you killed was some mother's son
Many see you as a brave ageing hero a hero once and a hero today
But I am not one who agrees with the many I look at life in a different way
On what is brave I do have my opinions but that doesn't mean my opinions are right
I've never discharged a gun at another for God or Country I never would fight
Maybe I do seem off in my opinions but that's your opinion and that suits me fine
You belong to what's known as majority thinking but are your opinions much better than mine
Only the brave one will speak for the oppressed one that's my opinion though I'm far from brave
But fear is a thing that helps me to keep living I fear the coldness of the earthy grave.
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poem by Francis Duggan
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