Let's Consider This
Shallow is their insight and with it is that existence.
And some are accused of having less patience with them.
While displaying less tolerance for their ignorance...
But should express more acceptance of it!
As well as their lack of consciousness.
To pass on an accountability...
That becomes part of a stagnated unity,
With increased division to further irresponsibility.
However...
Let's consider this!
When one decides to move forward,
In steps that are direct...
There is an intention meant,
To leave behind a confinement...
One graduates from with no regrets.
And feeling free to express an obtained intellect,
As part of that process to share...
In an exchange being done.
With a stretching of the mind that one desires to get!
With an expanded acknowledgement.
And...
Some just AIN'T there yet!
Whether they are making those attempts,
Or know how to spell motivation.
There is a noticed absence of it!
And 'that' appears in overqualified abundance.
You feel me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Chose With This Prose To Share
I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.
And in doing so,
Seek content.
In a way I believe,
Would have intention meant.
But for some living foolishly,
Whatever another observes and perceives...
Would be for them a waste of print.
And that would be,
Their message sent.
Yet there come those days,
That separate themselves...
From events experienced,
Like none that have before been felt.
And with aging comes an acknowledgement...
Of an acceptance done,
As one awakens to enjoy each moment.
To appreciate with gratefulness...
An opportunity to address,
A growing enlightenment...
Arriving to inspire within one's consciousness.
I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.
However...
It seems that in the making of sense,
Only those who have the time to do it...
Are the ones caring less,
To make attempts to convince!
And I chose with this prose,
To share a part of me I willfully expose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Objective knowledge, the idea of unity included, belongs to objective consciousness. The forms which express this knowledge when perceived by subjective consciousness are inevitably distorted and, instead of truth, they create more and more delusions. With objective consciousness it is possible to see and feel the unity of everything. But for subjective consciousness the world is split up into millions of separate and unconnected phenomena. Attempts to connect these phenomena into some sort of system in a scientific or philosophical way lead to nothing because man cannot reconstruct the idea of the whole starting from separate facts and they cannot divine the principles of the division of the whole without knowing the laws upon which this division is based.
quote by G.I. Gurdjieff
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Zombies Have Been Seen
Children are permitted to be taught lessons.
To grow to become successful,
With each progressive step.
Who then decides when the experience of it should end?
And where did the adults go...
To remove anything learned,
From minds they felt
In need of complete vacancy!
To leave the responsibility of accountability...
Placed upon the shoulders of teachers.
Who are accused of not being qualified...
By those who expose a lack of brain activity.
This is frightening.
Nothing heightens,
An expanded consciousness.
That broadens the experience,
One shares with another to leave.
Even zombies have been seen,
Performing...
In choreographed routines to thrill!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If There Is Division
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
A unity of what?
Collective respect?
A diversity realized...
Should have that in perspective.
A unity of color?
To accomplish what with each other?
To make the same claims...
That no one lives up,
To a common name?
Or those with divergent purposes,
Should come together
And be entertained?
Or remain as crabs in a barrel?
So everyone will see to it...
No one makes any gains?
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who have insecurities.
And believe they should be shared by all.
To continue to stall a growth process...
Those professing unity,
Can further dissect...
To feel this done as an acceptance.
And to keep those with identities,
Fearing to accomplish...
Individual opportunities.
That a collectiveness would not embrace.
Because a familiarized ignorance,
Has been replaced!
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who seek support...
For purposes to abort any gain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertainment Escapes Made Accessible and Free
Accepting challenges around the clock nonstop...
Defantisizes life for some.
And crystallizes a maturity.
This is not often seen...
Where folks are committed to irresponsibility.
Where folks schedule their activities...
Between being uninvolved and making party scenes.
Entertainment escapes made accessible and free...
Are generally observed,
Where people are not concern.
And quickly display disrespect for themselves.
As they show a lack of discipline.
And an absence of identity.
Those like this often call for unity.
And pray to have their communities monitored...
As they beg for more police.
To keep them protected from themselves,
As they spread more of their mental disease.
And this is done by urbanites,
At a price that is paid by everyone!
Although no one acknowledges a consciousness claimed...
To be seriously considered or concrete of beliefs.
Not when so many have exited from accountability.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Time To Leave Them Alone
The moment it has been noticed,
That a people have accepted their conditioning...
To remain confined and limited in mind,
With excuses to make to stay that way...
Down to Earth to express pretentions,
In insecure and hypocritical ways obeyed.
It is time to leave them alone.
A process to awaken poses a threat to them.
And anyone suggesting,
They should stretch their consciousness...
By experiencong something different and fresh,
Is whispered and gossiped about trying to do their best...
Of being better than everyone else.
It is easy to observe,
People defiant and what they approve.
The proof is in what they accept!
And what they choose with their time to do.
'I can't stand them.'
~Why? ~
'Listen to the way they talk and walk.
How they dress and express themselves.
And the things that they do...
That are separated from us and the rest.'
~You mean speaking with clarity?
As if they are proud and have identity?
And they seek to know more about their surroundings,
To increase their minds and can not be defined as ignorant?
With a moving forward to discover truth and reality?
And being criticized doesn't seem to bother their integrity,
Since unity means to them being freed from stupidity? ~
'I can't stand them! '
~And I can see why,
They have decided to leave you alone.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adventures Meant
I do my best to listen,
To the wind...
During the change of each season.
Each one I witness that begins.
I make attempts,
To express my appreciation.
With an acknowledgement that each day,
I am blessed to experience...
A life to live that captures adventures meant.
I am grateful to have insight,
That allows me to delight.
And not sit to spite,
Or compare my neighbor's gifts with wishes.
I do my best to cleanse,
When I feel the rain upon my skin.
With the hope that I am closer than ever,
To all that connects me...
To 'this' creation made that is neverending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empathies At a Minimal
I keep my empathies at a minimal.
And my sympathies are rarely shared.
I know my upbringing has taught me that.
And those emotions I feel are based on fact.
I don't wish to express something that is not there.
And my caring for others is extremely deep.
When I give it is from my heart.
Nothing inside of me just lays there without purpose.
When I share I share.
Not because I've received an overflow.
And invested abundance of it it what I share.
God has seen fit...
There is much more meaning for my existence.
To give is to receive.
Sometimes.
Sometimes it is best to just give.
Since some folks have no clue,
To know what it is they are receiving.
And if that is known...
It is to one's advantage to dispense with it well.
At least have a consciousness about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Unintending To Be Perceived As Offensive
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And this I've done for many years in my routines.
With a doing done I do,
In a process that of my creation sees.
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And I do say, 'Thank you.'
Since I am grateful for the attention my gifts get.
Although I consider myself an 'elf' sometimes,
Just doing my part as God's work in progress.
With a doing at times God knows,
Can be a bit mischievous with a willingness unintending.
To be perceived as offensive when that deed I do gets done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Homebase
People do make decisions to leave a comfort zone,
Wilfully...
To seek opportunities elsewhere,
With a doing of this regretfully, sometimes.
And there are those who feel less comforted,
By a showing of a lack of support...
Within their own homebase.
Unable to create their opportunities,
Without feeling to be chased away.
Knowing to maneuver around this truth,
Is too much to convince others to prove.
So they leave happily with this acknowledged...
A growth that explores life,
Is much more important to experience...
Than withnessing a tired stagnation permitted to exist.
While others sit with no ambition,
Advocating the acceptance of this.
Now...
To return with a learning process to share,
With others prepared to become aware...
Is a different story.
Since one's tolerance level has broadened,
To be or not to be involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poetically Speaking, Of course.
Let me make this clear.
As best as I can express it!
Without premeditative doubts.
And a conscious free of wonder,
Of your thought process.
Prior to meeting you...
I did have a life.
And choosing it with a peace of mind too!
Far removed from agitation.
Let me make this clear.
As best as I can express it!
Without premeditative doubts.
And a conscious free of wonder,
Of your thought process.
'If' for some reason or circumstance,
You should suddenly disappear!
Eyewitnessed with a 'poof'...
Making you totally invisible!
That life I had prior to meeting you,
With that peace I mentioned?
Would increase.
Quickly!
And you...
Would not exist!
Even as a memory.
Poetically speaking,
Of course!
I'm sure something more instant will occur,
To deprive this creative spirit I now share!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Art of Share
Food of soul, wave of smile
Kiss of dream, fire of will
Cry of happiness, feather of hope
Share a part of your emotion
To family, to stranger
To lover, to flamer
To the superstar, to the poor
Share a part of your affection
Bedtime story, respect recipe
Hidden plea, open sea
Living fantasy, world sympathy
Share a part of your thought
With sincerity, with motivation
With sacrifice, with self proof
With energy, with goody
Share a part of your own
Long experience, piece of friendship
Faith support, courageous words
Inspiration window, freedom way
Share a part of your action
From similarity, from difference
From the joy, from the pain
From your favor, from your lack
Share a part of your strength
Because we need somebody else
Because we want to make them happy
Because we could learn to be better
O parent, teach kindness to the children well!
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Desperation Will Be Yours
If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
And sacrificed to place,
By your own kind...
Your high expectations,
For a neglect known and shown...
Are your mistakes!
Never to be erased.
And thrown back into your face.
If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made...
There is not a thing you can say,
About having feelings of dismay!
It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.
Condoned foolishness,
With a lack of discipline...
And feeding generations of this without end?
Produces excuses.
And those sitting back with beliefs,
What is seen is none of their business...
Will discover any business they claimed,
Aimed and flushed into toilets.
It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.
And desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
So dropp all drama.
Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!
If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do And Be You
Going through the motions,
As if programmed to impress...
With nothing left but an emptiness,
Only a felt loneliness can address...
Is less than living one's life,
Confessing a happiness lived.
Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.
Think about it.
There are those wishing they had peace of mind.
And they have surrounded themselves with things.
With the hope that these 'things' will bring them,
A feeling of a sense of accomplishment!
And nothing done reflects anything that came,
From their own creativity to express.
And things will never bring one contentment.
Only a documentation to prove time spent,
Doing something for someone else paid the rent.
Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.
Your worth is invaluable.
And if that is known...
Your abundance will always be obtained.
Since priceless is your presence.
And someone is always going to want...
Something deemed and thought of as precious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irresponsibility Had Been The Main Course
With a strapping that is saddled,
On the backs of the middle class...
Unhappy are the legal thieves,
Who express sadness those promises...
A bona fide leader made,
But could not deliver...
Or to them pass!
And perhaps that leader is correct.
Since when promises were spoken,
The economy was not so openly broken.
People 'then' were not as affected...
By unsuspecting crooks behind the scenes,
Dressed in suits and running off with all the loot.
To leave them without funds,
And their bank accounts cleaned.
And now as the sand in the hour glass descends...
Deceivers wish to transfer their lack of accountability,
On the shoulders of this leader...
Until his back bends.
With pretensions they dismiss,
As this leader defends his judgements that are 'hissed'.
When an irresponsibility had been the main course,
Long before his leadership began to exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless Oppositions
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
When I began to do this I felt alone and strange.
Especially when people misunderstood my attempts,
To do what I desired and not seek attention to get.
Although it was part of the territory to be exposed.
I only knew of a love of it.
Ego had nothing to do what I chose!
And as years have gone by so happy am I,
To see others with 'gifts' express them in public.
I know how lonely and difficult it gets,
When others with no interests...
'Assume' they can pass judgement with senseless tests.
Hoping to discourage those born to do their best.
To only witness one determined to be who they are,
And achieve with a doing to reflect their best efforts.
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
And...
Putting to rest,
Those who protest with their pointless oppositions.
Only those who know,
Grow from those wounds to heal to show what's real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoping With Their Fingers Crossed
From the very moment they raided the kitchen,
To leave the cupboards and the shelves empty and bare...
Those who had been entrusted,
To oversee the supply in abundance there...
But stole what they could,
And ran like lieing thieves who connived...
Are now back on the scene in the same suits and ties.
Hoping with their fingers crossed,
That no one remembers who had their fingers in the cookie jars...
Long before their attempts to place the blame,
On the ones who came with rolled up sleeves and one purpose...
To permanently rid every rodent and remodel the entire house,
With a fresh coat of paint and furnishings...
That will restore accountability and integrity,
To once again have the occupants...
And everyone in the neighborhood,
Feeling proud that someone has focused with priority...
To finally move forward by naming every rat trying to come back,
These crooks are now on the defensive and innocence in their eyes...
Also display gestures,
Of having had an absence of memory for their misdeeds.
And of course...
They seek an attention to have everyone believe,
Their intentions are nothing but wholesome, honest and sincere.
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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What Can Anyone Say To Unlock The Gates
What can anyone say,
To someone seeking friends to play with...
In a playground repaved.
And the bulk of it,
Has been regarded old.
And chained by locks that rust.
When everything outside of this locked box,
Has been entrusted to others to discuss.
What can anyone say,
Who is determined to see and live life...
That shows effects of decay.
Without using the same depictions,
That would offend a mind fixed.
Selfishly picking that which to experience.
What can anyone say to unlock the gates,
Of one's insight that betrays.
Without appearing to be all knowing.
Or too mature to have obtained,
A knowledge that processes with an aging gained.
And puts a mind retreating from this,
In a defensive mode.
One that has prevented attempts to allow aging to unfold.
What can anyone say...
To anyone accepting to live,
A life one fears to live another way.
And yet,
Can express with accusations...
There are those who refuse to listen them.
To have patience that can be evaluated...
As having empathy or a sensitivity one wishes and is preferred.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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