Mental Rush
...and here we are once again!
With the issue of race,
Subjecting the color of one's skin!
Hasn't this been repeated,
Throughout a history depleted
Of self reflection?
Insecurities of a lack of pigmentation...
Has created an inner hate.
To satiate an inflated,
Degraded sensation baited!
They can not set themselves free?
Well...
This time around,
Those excuses will not be used to compound,
The reality that comes to further confuse
An abused mentality!
You see...
The angels that are here,
Do not appear
To have come to quench their thirst on our anguish!
It has been made clear to them
Our minds need adjusting,
From the destructive stuff!
By lifting our minds,
To heighten a consciousness
none of us can touch!
Prepare yourself...
for a mental rush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erace
How I hate
When people chose not to vote
Like why did we have
The Civil Rights movement?
So you could sit at home
And complain how the wrong
Man won that race
So many people fought
ERACING the lines
That other's dare not cross
Just so you could have a voice
That you could use to make a choice-
How I hate when people
Of color and others
Use the 'N' word
As if most of them knew
Where it came from
How they should ERACE that word
From their vocabulary
That once mocked their ancestral family
And when others from another race
Use it- it's not a matter of usage right
But why continue that 'White Hate'?
Did you know that the origin of the 'N' word
Is Latin-
Yes indeed because I did my research
And even before that
I opposed the use of that demeaning term-
How I hate
That racism still plagues
Over our society
Like a cloudy sky
That won't let the sun shine
And even in these times
People are refused jobs,
Because of the shade of their skin
How people should be made
Color blind
If thats what it takes
To ERACE the hate
And those who
Discriminate-
How I hate
That even after some many years
After all those
Marches to ERACE
All that wronged our society
We still must deal with the ignorance
Of so many around us
And that's not to discredit
All the progress made
But facts are facts
And until that 'hateful mentality' isn't
ERACED from those minds
The cycle of racism and hatered
Will still arise
poem by Mark Rivera
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The universe is of the nature of a thought or sensation in a universal Mind … To put the conclusion crudely — the stuff of the world is mind-stuff. As is often the way with crude statements, I shall have to explain that by "mind" I do not exactly mean mind and by "stuff" I do not at all mean stuff. Still that is about as near as we can get to the idea in a simple phrase. The mind-stuff of the world is something more general than our individual conscious minds; but we may think of its nature as not altogether foreign to feelings in our consciousness … Having granted this, the mental activity of the part of world constituting ourselves occasions no great surprise; it is known to us by direct self-knowledge, and we do not explain it away as something other than we know it to be — or rather, it knows itself to be.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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Release Them From Their Mental Cages
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And those who are now awake,
And forgiving of their past mistakes...
Are being delayed to accomplish their missions.
By those insisting they have a fear...
Of making and creating their own footprints clear.
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And healing with an uplifting done to their minds,
Is severely overdue!
Release them from their mental cages.
We have no desire to see them stampeded.
But a stampeding of them is what we will do!
'When you say, 'Release them from their mental cages.'
You speak of doing this 'figuratively' right?
Right?
As something done emblematically, right?
RIGHT?
Why don't you answer me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nowhere On This Planet
When they discover that their wars,
Bring nothing but dead ends to them...
They may find a life to salvage.
Perhaps one that has not been ravaged...
By a quest to exert a barbaricness.
To prove themselves destructive beasts.
When they discover that their wars,
Bring nothing but dead ends to them...
An existence in peace,
Will not bring a comforting...
To a corrupt and diseased mentality!
They live only to reveal themselves,
As the initiators of their own sorrows.
Living on borrowed time.
And bad decisions that mask insecurities.
And nowhere on this planet,
Is there a place that erases minds filled with guilt!
Or a battle that comes to defeat,
A loss of consciousness.
Can you...
Spell,
BETRAYED? TREASON?
How deep is this self inflicted sickness?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baited By Ratings (The Defamation Game)
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
The entertainment of news.
And what and who produces the best,
Net worth.
At the sacrifice of substance.
Feeding those obstinate.
With desires that are decadent.
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
Public revelations,
Of those raise to heights.
Those selected to be judged and smeared.
By those electing to delight from the blight.
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
On gossip that's dropped.
With nonstop dollars...
Given to the media on top,
Of the defamation game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept Number One
What makes no sense to you now...
Has never made sense ever!
It's just that the expense of your escapes,
Have been diminished.
Like the realization of your question...
Does race matter?
In a place where cowboys and indians,
Has laced the bottom of Christmas trees
With packaged toy guns.
Gift wrapped to delight the eyes,
To have little boys and girls...
Chasing each other to run...
With visions to win something won,
From each other for fun?
And has made race the number one issue,
Whether at work or entertaining minds...
To this very day?
Does race matter?
It may now make no sense to you!
However...
From the point of view of those,
Sold on greatness...
And how that greatness has been achieved?
You better believe...
Race matters to them,
Who wish to keep that dream alive...
And thirsting within every soul that thrives.
To do it by using race and weapons...
And the fear of losing 'interests' threatened,
By those enemies created...
Wishing to put a limitation to these dreams!
Of course race matters!
That's why the momentum of hate,
Has been kept number one in the marketplace!
So it seems.
Does race matter?
Aren't people living in scattered divisions?
Reminding themselves of ethnic and religious,
Superiorities?
And 'what' deity is 'supreme to all of these?
Where do you think all of this started?
In the land that professes equal opportunities!
And all for one and one for all!
But not for everyone!
Unless you're lucky enough to play...
Professional basketball!
Or football.
Or baseball!
And carry those kinds of 'balls'!
To entertain and please,
For those kinds of escaping games.
To bring such tensions to ease.
For purposes to boast...
Of championships and hoist trophies!
And that's why race matters!
Even though that concept...
Has left a mess unaddressed.
And treasured foundations undone,
To distress!
Does race matter?
Isn't that on the lips...
Of those in mental fits?
Check your history!
When did it not exist?
OR statistics kept and strategies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Man
Album : Silencer (2001)
You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around almost every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can't be me
I'm convinced you're twice the man we are
And you cannot clear your mind
Cos in our eyes we're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So whats your method, whats your scheme?
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear my mind
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
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Zones Of Physicality
Some stay stuck,
To evaluate the color of things.
Whether it is skin.
Hair and texture...
Or eyes restricted,
To perceive color in limits.
With an etching to be framed.
Most minds accepting these pre-conditions...
Never step out of that box,
That locks them into zones of physicality.
Keeping with them a dysfunction of insecurities,
Hopefully to be prayed away.
Whenever 'that' insight should come,
To undo perceptions to them that have been done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Need to Be Discouraged By This
No matter what it is you may do,
You are going to meet...
With someone's disapproval.
And there is no need to be discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
People don't have to know you!
See you or come in contact...
For their entire lives.
Just to know you exist for some,
Who are ready to dismiss you...
Like a piece of chewing gum,
Is enough to piss them off.
Some folks have been nurtured,
To perceive themselves as having territorial rights.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
Because they believe with simple sensibilities,
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has some who are inhaling,
Exhaling without their approval sought.
And someone from the time they were born,
Fed them this impression.
And has led them to the 'Wall of Instability'
For reasons to give them a purpose to live.
With feelings they 'must' defeat,
And conquer over their own insecurities.
Assigned in their minds,
To arrogance and self importance.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
There are those who believe,
With simple sensibilities...
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has to meet with their inhaling and exhaling approval.
And they will poison it with conflict,
If they have to protect their interests...
At any cost as witnessed.
However...
There is no need to get discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Apes and Angels
We time together for some little space
Each adding unto each when harmony
Advances understanding, spirits free,
Rewards unneeded where acceptance trace
Enscribes upon the book of life. No race,
As difference mingles through the 'he in she'.
Some parts speak heart, some mindspeak, some may be
Too scared, too scarred, to trust amazing grace,
Refusing opportunities replace
Alliance open-end annuity.
None are all apes, none angels are that see
Great expectations through that interlace
Ever spokes Cause, Effect, put into place.
Most are part angel, primate part, mate we
In meeting may mutate wait's weight to be
Not breath constrictive which blind eye won't face,
Generating rather interface
Lifting ape to angel, when agree
Inner angels need reality,
Need also space to grow and to touch base.
Glimpsing future song ape's density
Only grasps when Time extends its see
Far from minds' current streams which soon erase
All trace of what might possibly debase
Perpetual search of self - and right to flee,
Eliminate choice offered as a key
An angel wise rejects - preferring chase,
New challenge daily, turns down 'just in case'
Desires and aspirations think link key.
Ape, down to earth, asserts priority
No angel could endorse for narrow pace
Goodwill may seem to squander not embrace,
Empathy mistrusts top/down celerity.
Life mingles ape and angel, colours minds,
Sorrow seldom see[k]s what free joy finds...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Remember The Used
I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.
Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,
The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.
The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.
An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.
This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.
The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.
poem by Eric Adams
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Never To Be Experienced
Those afraid to admit their wrongs...
To protect deepening mental insecurities,
Have done to themselves much injustice.
And it is with frustrations...
Accusations with excuses kept,
That a potential for a higher consciousness...
For them is never to be experienced.
But self induced confusion,
Continues to flourish with the feeding of an ego.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here to Breakdown Barriers
Please.
No need to apologize.
We all have a reason to misinterpret.
And yes, I do agree.
They should regard it a privilege,
That I am in their presence.
Ain't too many of me up in here!
Providing 'urban' insight.
From a point of view,
They believe from TV 'should' be...
Full of venom with tidbits of hate.
Because I am a black man.
Raised in projects they have created,
And made ghettos.
I do not serve that kind of mentality.
You see...
I know I have more to offer.
And I give it to them for free.
I am not a Huxtable.
Although I greatly appreciate Bill Cosby.
He too delivers from an insight fresh!
And as a writer/poet...
I do my best to express from a consciousness,
Much broader than the confines...
Of mindsets defined by one's color.
And from me,
People do get those experiences and observations...
Far beyond fenced in divisions.
And from me,
Expressed!
Not based upon beliefs or limitations of ignorance.
Those boundaries I wish to stretch!
And many might find that offensive,
Since it represents an intelligence unrestricted.
And some wish more ethnicity to see,
To classify me.
I defy those branded standards.
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
There are too many of those architects.
And I do not apply my insights,
To those aging blueprints I detest.
Yes.
And those who say they judge folks on their character?
Should not self annoint themselves as judges at all!
That's the point I make!
Again...
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
Or provide a safety net...
For those insecurities yet to heal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Noisy Minds
Accusatory and noisy minds,
Seem to never find their way out of the woods.
And the ones seeking to be understood.
To them...
It has been their childhood, parents or siblings,
That have destroyed a perception they cling onto...
With excuses made as to why they can excuse,
Everything done they do...
By laying the blame on someone else,
For the insecurities they have welcomed.
With a self examination,
Out of the range of questions...
They can not seem to answer.
Or willing to ask of themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Creation of the Universe
When God decided to create the universe
His body expanded His visible glow to its utmost
And said, Be
(From center point of God)
As a result the biggest artificial glow Kurshi was created
Then He shrunk His visible glow
And made it big as paradise
And said again, Be
(From the same place)
As a result all minds were created
Then God said, Say, Am I not your Lord?
All answered, Certainly You are!
Afterward God’s Body created His throne
Then He created Laohay Mahfuz and His Pen
Then the pen wrote the endless story in brief
Starting it with the Arabic sentence
Bismillahir-Rahmanir-Rahim
At that time all the minds were in pairs
Then God split apart the mind of the sky and the earth
And God's Body descended from His throne
Then took many minds including mind of the earth
To the place where this starry sky now exists
And said, Be
Its outcome was the Big Bang Explosion
Then He spread the minds
Into this explosion of tiniest particles
Then God started creating the upper skies
With His own hands and other limbs of His Body
It was the sixth long day for God
When He started creating paradise and hell
Since beginning of creation
After creating paradise and hell
God created the angels and the flora and fauna of both
Then God’s Body ascended on His Throne.
Tiniest particle is positively
And its glow is negatively charged
In the beginning
As a result of tremendous pressure and heat
Some of the tiniest particles’ part of the glow was torn off
Thus they become positively charged particles
When this sky was cooling down
The negatively charged glows
Merged with some tiniest particles
Thus they become negatively charged particles
Tiniest particles have seventy thousand layers of glow
Each layer of glow has a different color and characteristic
That’s why so many types of particles evolved.
poem by Asif Andalib
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