Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation You Wished Kept Energized
A challenge given to anyone,
Seen and observed to be ambitious.
And with a motivation you wished kept energized!
Tell them...
You don't believe what they say they can do,
Can be done!
Eventually,
They will prove you wrong.
However...
You know you have been right,
All along!
Although,
There are some who wish to select...
Other forms of negativity shown,
To inspire the production of their good deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Endures
Only that which has been examined to be labelled,
Begins to establish a documented history.
And the doing of it creates a repetitiveness,
The majority declares is a stability one can rely upon.
With a determining for them what is right and wrong.
Then there comes along,
Something that has not been labelled.
Something suspiciously different.
And something unfamiliar many fear that threatens.
Then a testing of it begins.
Not to ensure its acceptance but to guarantee its end.
It endures through attacks.
It endures with a fighting back.
It endures over the countless obstacles,
To amaze those who wish suddenly to know...
More of its existence with more identifiable facts.
And it seems when that has been adventured,
That which is not going to change...
Eventually teaches its own lessons.
And those who get them do!
And those who refuse to budge or move...
Remain confused as most people stubbornly choose,
When something they confront...
Is not going to change its own identity to please an ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Demons Needing To Feed
Demons needing to feed on negativity,
Eventually devour themselves.
With the hopes that the doing of it,
Will attract those who come to empathize...
In a sacrifice that devotes the giving of their lives,
As an unconscious act that snaps backs...
For snacks to crack while munching on their missions,
To rid any sign of peace!
There are demons needing to feed,
On the presence of harmony.
They are demons seeking a need,
To lust on those sufferers...
Aiming to please the greeding of beasts.
Feeding their cravings as if at a feast.
They're demons seeking a need,
To lust on those sufferers...
Aiming to please the greeding of beasts.
Feeding their cravings as if at a feast,
To rid any sign of peace...
Wherever presented.
Demons needing to feed on negativity,
Eventually devour themselves.
With the hopes that the doing of it,
Will attract those who come to empathize...
In a sacrifice that devotes,
The giving...
Of their lives.
To follow and to be devoured.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selective Hearing
'I can't.
I wont.'
So...
I image you will never ever,
Either.
Have it your way.
You are what you feed on to 'eat'.
'I did not say that!
Why are you attempting,
To lay your negativity...
On me? '
I believe you have elected to have selective hearing.
Or...
Maybe I misinterpret your expressed thoughts.
From your lips to my mind they were brought.
N'est pas?
'Non mon ami.'
When you say, 'I can't! '
In my mind I connect to 'never'.
When you say, 'I wont! '
An 'ever' is automatically attached to that.
'Well...
I didn't mean it that way.'
Whatever way you meant it,
Cemented that as if an affirmation.
'I expected you to be supportive.'
I 'still' expect you to be accountable.
And frankly,
I don't think you are capable!
Now...
THAT is negativity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoroughbred
That steep hill you climb...
With that backpack on your back,
Strapped like that and packed?
And those without hint or clue,
Bet against you and laugh?
Entertaining themselves,
At the expense of your pain.
Misunderstanding...
That strength within you,
Locked tight on the sight of your aim!
With every step you take forward...
That may take a slower pace,
To leave their laughing behinds behind...
You are moving.
They are not!
Even though they make attempts,
To make you the biggest fool that is known!
Keep your focus.
Face those obstacles.
And embrace whatever it takes!
In time your faith will be shown.
You will get a chance to lighten your load.
It is inevitable...
When one is determined,
One creates and does not fake success!
Not when it has been publicly addressed,
And witnessed.
Nothing you do has to be expressed.
It will dismiss those who rolled to the ground...
In sidesplitting laughter!
You may even see a jaw dropp or two!
And perhaps embarrassed silence...
As you pass downcast eyes.
Proving to their surprise,
How a prized thoroughbred...
Could be in their midst.
And have them feeling like losers?
It certainly was not planned that way.
This certainly had not been their intention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is The Caring Done
Where is the caring done,
Anymore.
And,
In what valley?
On what mountaintop?
And...
On what shore.
Tell me,
Where are those feelings felt?
Who deals with their emotions,
To conceal from everyone else.
Where is the caring done?
Where.
Why.
And who is it for?
A negativity given to experience,
Appearing as observed,
Never wins in the end
And gets defeated as deserved.
A kept faith with hope that's positive,
May be suppressed to be expressed.
But true faith felt...
Strengthens in in its power,
As one lives.
To be there to comprend when given,
As it is.
Where is the caring done?
It's there and it's done.
It is felt and it comes...
Eventually.
And never to stun,
Those patient in waiting faithfully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Negativity Used
What can be said,
About a force of negativity used...
That has proven itself,
To be a foolish tool observed by all...
As dead as the heads chopped off to fall.
What can be said about integrity?
And the proof that one has it,
Is not a prefabricating of a myth.
Like the choice to use negativity,
Believed by some is a blessing and a gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Loathing For Wolves In Sheep Clothing
Why should my disinterest shown in you,
Be now of your concern?
You kicked me to the curb to be among the elite.
And I've gotten over it; you and my feeling of self defeat.
Why can't you realize why we'll never see eye to eye?
I've known for too long,
There is something we have in common,
With a mutual respect I'd like to keep distanced.
You see...
You have a knack for initiating conflict.
And I have a loathing for wolves in sheep clothing.
If I can understand this why can't you keep this understood?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Better still - your history has shown how powerful a moral catharsis expressed through popular resistance to injustice can sometimes be; I have in mind the grassroots opposition to the Vietnam War.
quote by Breyten Breytenbach
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There Is No Retreating Or Ceasing Done
Painful realities
Are rising and creates unrest.
Truths today are being expressed.
And this is bringing those who know this...
Extreme unhappiness.
Acknowledgements leave some cringing.
Hiding misdeeds can no longer be kept swept.
Or buried under falsities...
Now clearing from the eyes of those who slept.
Those who 'see' the bigger picture.
And the difference between deceit and honesty.
One is clearly based on fact.
And the emergence of facts,
Have shocked those taken aback.
There is no retreating or ceasing done.
Enforcing a condoned ignorance,
Comes 'home' to stun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is What You Do Done to Impress?
Do what you like.
Do it with devotion.
Perfecting what is done...
With heartfelt emotion.
Unknown to anyone.
Keep focused and honest.
Maintain your integrity.
Defend your creation with dignity.
Never become offended,
By lack of compliment!
Remember...
You are doing what it is you like.
Whether or not your good deeds are accepted...
Why should you care...?
Who ties your shoes?
Or brushes your teeth?
Who has to get from point A to B?
Whether openly or discreet!
Is what you do done to impress?
Or...
Address who it is that you are?
And this is shown to whomever you meet!
You can confuse this if you wish.
You will not be alone!
And if you do what you like,
Since that is who you are.
And all your life this has been expressed.
Regardless of who or what brought you times of unhappiness.
Establish who you are.
It is a priceless feeling...
To know oneself.
And not to be compromised with that to comprehend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too much sensibility creates unhappiness and too much insensibility creates crime.
quote by Talleyrand
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To Serve And Dish It Plateless
Call it anything you wish.
To serve and dish it plateless...
For your interpretation,
Of an effectiveness.
But time I wont spend,
Nibbling on negativity.
That's not my cup of tea.
Pour it if you wish...
But you can skip over me.
Nor can I see that done,
Continually...
By those selecting to do it...
As if nothing else is on their minds,
But a consistent visitation that reveals...
A nonsense and foolishness,
That should have long been left behind.
But chosen repeatedly,
To keep as if to thrive....
They do.
With nothing else there,
But a vague reality to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Creates
Love creates mysterious things,
Love creates beautiful expressions,
Love creates everything we need,
Love creates without a thought :)
Love creates no thinking mind,
Love expresses from hearts,
Love comes through effortlessly,
Love becomes the place we share :)
Love is our greatest gift,
Love shares our hearts as one,
Love is creation and our intentions,
Love knows our beauty without pretending :)
Love creates ABUNDANCE always,
LOVE CREATES OUR INTENTIONS,
Love creates our endless wants regardless,
Love is our self expression SHARED :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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War...
war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...
Age 14
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The Ones Who Dare to Face Deceit
Those who 'snitch' and/or whistleblow,
And represent uncommon correctness...
Rarely today ever shown,
Are resented.
And this for them is felt and known.
This is not a new revelation expressed!
This has been a way of life,
For those who have ever spoken out...
In an unsolicited truthfulness.
The ones who dare to face deceit,
Are character assassinated...
By those above reproach.
Who take it upon themselves,
To ensure others meet defeat!
But those eventually inflicting those affected,
Finally are the ones 'used' to become victims too!
When the misdeeds they do to others,
Come to cripple their activities...
In ways displayed the Creator chooses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether Accepted Or Left As It Is
Never will I chase away,
My discovery of love as it is displayed.
To be labelled for something it is not,
For a slotting done that creates someone's comfort.
With a choice to choose between indecision,
And complete disbelief.
The love I have found is genuine.
Be you a man or a woman it doesn't matter to me.
Love is not a piece of property own.
Nor is it expressed for just few to condone.
And whether accepted or left as it is,
The feeling I have I can not help but to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No End to Be Evaded
When you slap someone,
Who slaps you back.
And you think they had no nerve,
To do you like that!
And you tell others,
You have been attacked!
Without sharing with them
The complete and total facts!
And you maintain your defense...
Without one hint of how it started!
Be prepared for the unexpected!
Since acts like this creates...
More hatred from a deed you caused!
With no end to be evaded.
And no exit one can make...
To fake to find a pause!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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