Left Unexplored
A constant that produces no content,
Eventually annoys and suffers...
From its own lack of purpose.
And an absence of drive,
Without an 'independent' focus.
An incompetence of it is discovered.
And left unexplored,
It goes ignored.
Just like the space between one's ears.
Sometimes appearing but oft times not!
Tolerated?
Since internal investigations,
May reveal the widespread commonness of it!
And a promise to reveal one embarrassment
At a time...
Has been kept!
This keeps everyone motivated and enthused,
To remain as they have chosen to be!
With support and backing that is familiar,
And recognized!
With a detriment the 'conditioned' can not see.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reveal Yourself
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself.
Life on earth is so bizarre,
We must find a way to fulfill,
What we really are,
Yes its true,
I love you,
And theres nothing you do thats wrong,
Find values of your own.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know.
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Or free yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know that its reality.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
There are no rules where life is concerned,
Our past must be burned,
For theres nothing we have learned,
And its true,
I believe that we must all be free,
Immortal you and me.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
And maybe youll go down in history.
Oh, how much longer must your life remain a mystery,
It doesnt matter if youre thick and fat or thin and long,
You must find out exactly where it is that you belong.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know,
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Reveal yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know thats its reality,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
It doesnt matter if the world thinks youre right or wrong,
Reveal yourself.
song performed by by Kinks
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Named By Memory!
they laugh at me
for talking to turtles...
ah, but they tell me
secrets i cannot reveal!
i discovered infinity
as i was sweeping,
between the cracks in the pavement,
just out of the reach of my broom.
the spider came every night
for a week, weaving it's gigantic web.
now all that's left in it's absence...
a hole in my thoughts,
named by memory!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am Your Convenience
Have you lost your wits and gone mad! ?
Those are 'my' friends you just insulted.
'I will admit to the going mad business.
However...
That losing of the wits bit,
I need them to hang on to for future excursions.
Besides...
If it was not for my wits,
I would not have been able to convince you...
I have gone mad.
Now would I? '
You are doing this on purpose,
Aren't you.
'Doing what on purpose? '
Trying to drive me crazy!
You want everyone to believe,
I am the one that is really the nut case.
'Hmmm...
Are you?
And you are the one behind the wheel too.
What else do you want me to admit?
I'll do it.
I just want to get home safe.
After you dropp me off,
You can go anywhere you want.
And...
Keep your eyes on the road.
Unless you 'do' want me to drive.'
I should have left you.
'And what would that have proven?
I am more popular with your friends than you are?
And you would not have had an excuse to leave.
Other than the one of you having a headache.
And it was time for us to go.'
You are an embarrassment.
'No!
I am your convenience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From The Nation Israel
It is The Lord who reigns on high, directing the lives of you and I,
Blessing those who come to Him, rebuking all, who remain in sin,
The same applies to nations too, in a promise to a righteous Jew,
Within God’s Promise to Abraham, He’ll bless or curse each land.
All God’s purposes He shall fulfill, through that tiny land of Israel,
Recalling His purpose and plan, which God revealed to Abraham.
Each nation that blesses his land, will be blessed by God’s hand,
And those that curse his country, God will curse for all of eternity.
In a land Abraham never possessed, all Israel will yet be blessed,
As the chosen land is given to, the peoples that God intended to,
And all the nations of this world, shall see the peace yet unfurled,
As the chosen Seed of Abraham, reigns from the Promised Land.
A land promised to only one, and his decedents through The Son,
Chosen at the world’s foundation, to reveal to all God’s Salvation,
It was in that land that Jesus Christ, became for God our sacrifice,
To reconcile, all the world to Him, by forgiving all men, of their sin.
From that land blessing will flow, to all nations who come to know,
Christ, who will reign from Israel, on His Throne, on God’s Holy Hill.
Cursed nations will be no more, as Christ rules from shore to shore,
With a Peace that will not end, and well beyond a Millennium friend.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Time Will Reveal
Uhh
What can I do?
To make you feel secure
Remove all your doubts
So that you'll know for sure that you're the apple of my eye, girl
Fulfillment of my dreams
Time, will show the value
Of just what you mean to me
More precious than silver
More precious than diamond rings or anything that I can give you
It wouldn't mean a thing
If you didn't have my love beside you there to guide you through
Well it is good to know you do
I know just how you feel
Well this time love's for real
In time it will reveal
That special love that's deep inside of us all will reveal in time
I tell you I love you, but you don't believe it's true
More precious than silver
More precious than diamond rings or anything that I can give you
It wouldn't mean a thing
If you didn't have my love beside you there to guide you through
But it is good to know you do, ahh
I know just how you feel
But this time love's for real
In time it will reveal
That special love that's deep inside of us will all reveal in time
I know just how you feel
But this time love's for real
In time it will reveal
That special love that's deep inside of us all will reveal in time
Da da da...
Or anything that I could give you
It wouldn't mean a thing
If you didn't have my love beside you there to guide you through
Well it is good to know you do, ahh
I know just how you feel
But this time love's for real
In time it will reveal
That special love that's deep inside of us will all reveal in time
I know just how you feel
But this time love's for real
In time it will reveal
That special love that's deep inside of us will all reveal in time
Oh, that special love in us will all reveal in time
So let your little heart lay down upon me
I know just how you feel
But this time love's for real
In time it will reveal
That special love that's deep inside of us will all reveal in time
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Cheesing In Broad Daylight
Speculated incompetence,
Seems to be riddled...
With proven ability.
And those spectating,
With expectations of defeat.
Appear to be more familiar with it.
Than the one standing tall,
On two grounded feet.
Speculated incompetence,
Seems to be riddled...
With proven ability.
To leave those scattering aound like mice,
Seeking the comfort of their darkened holes...
Rushing to get away from the exposure imposed,
From the embarrassment of 'cheesing' in broad daylight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Aren't Wearing Their Pretentions Anymore
One thing is certain.
And you will know this for sure!
Gone are those days,
When pretending to be someone's friend...
Has come to a halt!
That has finally come to an end!
People will be looking for evidence.
And just saying you have friends...
Is going to be more valued,
Than anything you 'thought' you owned.
The times we now live will reveal this!
And 'if' you have been working,
To maintain appearances?
Many will find those 'appearances' foreclosed!
Nothing they 'owned'
Can be shown!
Not so much from lack of payment...
But from an introduction to reality!
And 'this' many will find themselves lacking.
Since 'reality' for them produced no backing!
Few had kept track...
Of the importance of keeping,
Themselves attached to facts!
Now they run stunned,
From a truth that attacks!
A reality that crushes perceptions,
Of what is desired most!
Some will find a closeness is needed.
And deceptions will uncover...
Denials suffered and discovered.
With some in recovery,
Hopefully with others!
Someone is sought to be trusted,
These days.
And if you have rushed to purchase that trust...
Guess what?
You and what you have worked to achieve...
Is as useless as your fake smile!
That has been poisoned with this disease.
And 'that' is no longer the standard.
Or accepted like tantrums of a child!
Not in these times as folks are trying to find...
Something of substance that is far more reliable!
And a selective way of life and outlook,
Has become fruitless, unnourishing...
Outdated and passé!
Like judgements passed for quick trials!
People aren't wearing their pretentions anymore.
And you with your charades displayed,
May just find yourself...
Among those who are left,
Who are feeling not only guilt...
But a disgust that has been much betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bewildered By The Process of Progress
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And comprehension for this session,
Is a prerequisite.
Pretentions and anything less than common sense...
Will not reveal the purpose,
As to why something appearing out of reach...
Attracts most and gets immediate attention.
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And I will learn what that lesson is,
Without concern of the consequences.
Something will be exchange to my benefit.
Whether I limp in pain or walk away entertained...
I am going to gain an experience.
And a life lived can not be done without them!
You know...
Those experiences,
We more often get as we grow...
To eventually sit us down acknowledging,
Just how blessed we are!
And in appreciation of what has been accomplished,
As some reminisce bewildered by the process of progress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Servant Sent
Reveal those duties,
That I have.
To do Your will,
My Father.
My assignments are designed by You,
For a purpose.
I wish to align myself to good deeds done.
I welcome this task.
Unmasked I am and bared.
All I ask...
Reveal those duties,
That I have.
To do Your will,
My Father.
My assignments are designed by You,
For a purpose.
Help me to usurp the needed strength.
From surrounded decadence lamented.
I am Your servant sent.
From walls to finger printed paint.
To graduate to pencil, pad and pen...
For You,
My Father...
Is my life experienced meant to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You know, I have a philosophy there’s good that happens in everything. It may not reveal itself immediately, and even in the most
dire circumstances, if you just wait, if you just remain open to things, the good in it will reveal itself. And that has happened to me as well in countless, countless ways.
quote by Rush Limbaugh
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Provoked But Motivated
The taking for granted of others,
Does not have long lasting benefits.
Nor does an attempt to fit another into a mold,
Believing this misdeed easy to sell to be sold to others...
Will not eventually backfire to expose one's own credibility,
To reveal an ability to create fantastic lies...
On those they chose to be depicted as they would please.
Creating one's own truth can be forgivable,
By those picked to be discredited as if this had been permitted.
But for those whose minds become disturbed,
As time unwinds them to unravel without a word from them heard.
It becomes more difficult to keep this from being noticed.
Or those provoked but motivated,
By those who thought them to be the fools they have never been.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to Befriend Over Structured Discipline
There is a difference seen,
Between one who enjoys what's done.
And another who employs tactics,
For no apparent reason...
Than to remain redundant,
In a specified comfort...
Validated by some.
And doing something believed that pleases.
While expressing a lack of attached passion.
There is a difference observed,
In comparing someone with nerve.
And one who has...
A need to be motivated.
Like one who can only exercise,
In the presence of others.
And those who know the benefits of it.
Choosing to find time for that...
Over an excuse to make while eating a banana split.
And promising to diet,
When their schedules allow them to be fit.
Accomplishments usually aren't done,
Without being familiar with frustration.
And sometimes fed frustrations,
Can add a few pounds snacking upon those calories.
Munching away.
And they,
Most times...
Are easier to befriend over structured discipline.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misfitness
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
You know you are too young for me.
Why do you tease?
What is it,
You wish me to reveal for you,
To see?
You introduce a misfitness to this.
Knowing our age differences...
Has me a little queasy.
And just a bit uneased.
You introduce a misfitness to this.
Why have you picked me,
To victimize and solicit!
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
You know you are too young for me.
Why do you tease?
What is it,
You wish me to reveal for you,
To see?
My willingness to strip naked?
With a promise your misfitness once given...
I can not resist and will miss.
After doing what is done on a firm mattress.
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
Introduced,
With applied misfitness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Warnings Aren't As Effective
Most times a warning,
Isn't as effective...
As the experience itself.
A child seems not to learn,
Until an action taken...
Creates the right affect.
It's like overeating and cheating.
Two essentially different concepts,
When one defines them.
However...
Lieing about either one of them,
Produces the same result.
Embarrassment.
And...
It eventually shows.
Most people who are embarrassed...
Immediately seek to deny the truth.
Most times warnings aren't as effective,
As the experience itself.
And...
The experience once admitted,
Doesn't have to be devastating...
If one seeks the right counseling,
And is determined to be honest with 'self'...
To get from under the weight,
Of what becomes obvious to many as seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Enjoyed
I thought you would stay as dumb as possible?
Where has this test failed?
There is no one else left,
To depict low life and ignorance AND incompetence,
Except...?
Well...
I thought you would stay as dumb as possible?
There is no where else to turn.
To seek a replacement.
Except...?
I thought you would stay as dumb as possible?
Everything to keep your intelligence unnoticed,
We thought had been done.
Tell me...
I mean 'us',
Tell us more embarrassing things about yourself.
Something tells me...
You have not been embarrassed at all.
Your eyes begin to 'twinkle'...
Each time you are sought to reveal some 'dirt'.
Have you done this on purpose?
Believing we would think you to be embarrassed?
In fact...
You've enjoyed every moment of being depicted like that!
Haven't you?
You have...
Haven't you?
Knowing we would find,
That the being embarrassed...
Does nothing to your cost of expense.
Does it?
Why don't you answer me?
'Oh!
So NOW you want to know what my thoughts are?
And who pays me for this admission?
You?
Or 'we'? ...or both? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Innovator
The one elevated to the top spot,
Usually becomes the one...
Who's efforts become devalued.
And an accustomed innovation...
That seems with ease to copy,
Eventually for some gets redundant.
And...
The commonness of it stops.
Or attempts are made to have this blocked.
Although the creativity introduced,
Still produces...
A most effective enduring seductive juice.
No one but the innovator seems prepared to induce.
And this is only appreciated,
By those who have acquired the taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed and Watched
No probing done to unearth artifacts,
Will begin to scratch the surface...
Of the thought process of anyone.
Or is the measuring of one's brain,
Going to reveal the extent of one's brilliance.
Or lack of integrity.
Will having a college degree,
Determine's one ability to steal?
Lie or cheat.
Can someone seen picking up cans,
Off a city street...
Be a genius.
Are there more scholars that are poor...
And living in ghettos?
Why do those who 'appear' to be enriched with means,
Are those who did not participate in the acquiring of them...
At all!
Those of 'hand-me-down' status.
Of wealth. resources...
Socialite insecurities.
Those who have made countries poor...
For the sake of maintaining their 'interests'.
No probing done to unearth artifacts,
Will begin to scratch the surface...
Of the thought process of anyone.
Or is the measuring of one's brain,
Going to reveal the extent of one's brilliance.
Or lack of integrity.
Or...
Will those concerns all of us should have for humanity,
Come as priorities to address in someone's head.
Mother Nature knows where everything of 'hers' should fit!
Which of her inhabitants are of intelligence...
And those who are clearly exposed as misfits!
No suit or tie or ballroom gown can disguise this.
And incompetence that rises to the top...
Will begin to show its destructive power.
As observed and watched!
'Isn't that the same thing?
To observe is to watch.
Isn't it? '
~Welllllll...yeeeeeaaassss,
And no!
The act of observing,
Does not necessarily imply a process of examination...
Goes on.
And...
Done it is conducted,
With less discrimination to obstruct.
However,
When one is into the 'art' of watching...
One takes a comprehension stance.
One may adopt this as a project.
To confirm beliefs!
There is something that will be learned from it!
Something that will be digested.
To sink into the mind...
Eventually.
NOW...
As to who's expense the watching done,
Will benefit?
That depends on who believes deceit pays dividends!
AND...
From the watcher's findings,
These dividends do not have long range satisfactions.
No!
In fact...
Many are left to suffer the consequences of their ways!
Crime does not pay.
It just delays the heat turned up on a burning butt.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Access To Live Excessively
Where would some people be?
What kind of lives would we all live,
If we were not motivated by someone else's...
Creativity?
Or had access to live excessively,
Off of their resources.
To then make declarations,
What we have 'discovered' belongs to us.
Because we are entitled to take it away from them.
And...
For the many who get up each day,
With feelings of not having to contribute a thing...
But a wanting what is seen to take away,
As if to hunt for it using any means necessary...
To deprive others of what they possess.
With a comparing of their lack of 'initiative'...
To steal or deceive as we have been taught to do,
As a reason to declare them the less fortunate.
And...
In the process,
To protest with others who feel they have not eaten...
Their piece of grandma's homemade pie,
Although have been conditioned to equally leech...
With a taking of two, three or even four pieces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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