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More Than Just Coincidences

A tragedy happens.
And reactionaries are quick,
To respond.
The giving done with empathy,
Seems sudden as if a 'light' has been turned on.

And when times are less urgent,
To express our humanity?
A resistence to show a caring with concern,
Is more than expressed by an indifferentness...
We've been taught to satisfy,
With lessons instilled in us...
We obey and learn.

Proving homelessness and hunger,
With racist biases!
Are more than just coincidences,
Enforced to inflict.
By a selfishness persisted.
To advantage and benefit!
Until we become emotionally involved,
With assisted images.
And pictures to cause us to sob!

'I had to see it to believe this for myself!
How can I get more involved?
To end and solve so much pain that remains.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Victim Of Learning Too Many Lessons

Why is it that it seems,
You express little empathy...
Towards those who are currently,
Suffering from hunger, homelessness.
And a loss of their dignities.

'I began to express that years ago,
When the sight of it would hurt me so.
And I witnessed those with turned up noses.
Pretending what was exposed,
Had been a dilemma others chose.'

But the circumstances today are quite different.

'How and why? '

Those who suffer,
Have lost their homes and valuables.
And images that impressed,
Others in a lesser position...
They never took time to address.
With their empathies expressed.

'And...
Your point is what?
Their suffering done is more effective?
And my empathy given to them,
Should be more reflective? '

But the circumstances today are quite different.

'How and why? '

These people have never experienced,
A life lived like this before.

'Neither had my ancestors.
But guess what? '

What?

'When my ancestors suffered,
They never discriminated by looking away.
And today you can say...
I am a victim of learning too many lessons.
And when I am shown a negligence,
By them expressed...
What am I to do?
Show them I have not been taught by the best? '

But the circumstances today are quite different.

'How and why?
Are these new lessons I have not recognized?
Have those old lessons been changed,
And are now disguised? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When That Humanity Within Us Has Been Touched

When that humanity within us,
Has been touched...
It is difficult to avoid images of sorrow.
And empathy is hard to hide,
When tears begin to fall from crying eyes.

Emotions effected affect deep and stay.
And barriers between caring hearts,
Dissolve away without thought of biases held...
When that humanity within us,
Has been touched to meld as if a bond.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Winds Have Shifted

Why are you expressing your concern,
For the needs of others...
Now?
When those needs have been pronounced,
Long before you thought they should...
Be to you announced.

Why do you express now such empathy?
Is it because you feel,
Your sudden needs should take priority?

It is no mystery that the winds have shifted.
And upon your eyes,
Those storm clouds have come to drift.
When the Sun above your head shone bright...
You showed no concern for those in blight.

Why do you express now such empathy?
Is it because you feel,
Your sudden needs should take priority?

Why are you expressing your concern,
For the needs of others...
Now?
When those needs have been pronounced,
Long before you thought they should...
Be to you announced.

When did you discover,
Others deceived also suffered.
When did you realize,
Those days would come...
When you would be agonized,
With a suffering done!

It is no mystery that the winds have shifted.
And upon your eyes,
Those storm clouds have come to drift.
When the Sun above your head shone bright...
You showed no concern for those in blight.

But now you call for all to fight,
For equality and human rights!
But when you slept sound and peacefully those nights,
You knew not of hunger or homelessness!
Or just a bite of anything to soothe an appetite.

When did you discover,
Others deceived also suffered.
When did you realize,
Those days would come...
When you would be agonized,
With a suffering done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work Of Art

Life is a ‘work of art”, and humanity is the biggest part.
We draw and paint masterpieces, and write the
Histories of each generation.
Just to show that we’ve been here
Because in our lives we live in fear.

Paintings, pictures, movies and words
With all this knowledge we still don’t learn.
For we create our heavens, and we create our hells
Look around you and you can tell.

Wars, hunger, poverty and hate
We better stop before it’s too late.
We’re already destroying all that nature is giving
“is this what we call living? ”

(if you want to see the “work of art” of humanity
Then take a white canvas and paint
“A large black dot”.
For that is humanity destroying the clean beauty
That the lord has given us.)

This canvas a work of art? Who is to say?
Can you express this life in a better way!

“Work of art” it is anything and everything that
Man puts in their minds, and it becomes
A part of the times.
For “perception becomes your reality”
And this is the work of art that I see.

poem by Louis Rams
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Living Under Such Duress

You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.

Hunger and homelessness,
Were those things not addressed.
Since you were then not affected.
In fact,
You had expressed...
A disdained for those suppressed.
And living under such duress.

That you are now stressed,
By similar distresses.
Why are your needs more of a priority?
When it has been your selfishness,
And way of life kept...
That has created today's disasterous effects!

And I,
Still affected...
By your decades of unwarranted disrespect,
Am accused of not expressing...
To you an empathy you feel I should direct?

Your delusions have created this mess!
Not mine!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Times Never Forgotten

Sometimes the best remedy,
That comes to assist one to heal quickly...
Is not the familiar 'cry-on-the-shoulder-kind'!
With a soothing of tears and a warm embrace.

Sometimes some cures are better done,
When that person is left alone.
To figure out how to deal,
With agony, pain and stress on their own.

And hopefully a going through the process...
Will increase an appreciation!
And perhaps the acknowledgement,
Of this is shown.

Sometimes this works!
And at other times...
Be on the alert!

Especially when those 'sometimes'
Most of the time...
Are those times never forgotten,
By the ones turned away the first time.

You know...
There are those times that come,
When 'some' people have none to spare!
To express an empathy or caring.

And we all will have those times,
When a comforting should have been extended.
And a selfishness not to listen...or pretend,
Reveals more than what had been intended.

And...
Even though a healing process does occur?
The hearing of it,
Never seems to end.
With reminders left to dig deep under the skin.

'WHY?
Why are you still harboring on that?
How long do you want me to apologize?
For the rest of my life? '

~I hadn't thought of that as an option.
Let me give that some thought!
Thank you for the suggestion.
I appreciate that.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Up Off Your Pity Pot To Stop It

To wiggle out from under all doubts,
With a hanging them out to dry...
In front of passersby to eye,
Is intended to get attention.

Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Get up off your pity pot to drop.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
And...
Believe this or not,
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!

Get up off your pity pot to stop this quick.
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit,
One bit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Tongue

Isn't always a 'they' involved?
A group of nameless faces.
We blame as a resolve.
To escape our guilts...
And flaws,
With the pimples and the blemishes.

Isn't it always a 'they' involved?
Some unknown entity to blame.
When something 'affects' our peace?
And that monster inside of us heats.
We seek places to go...
To get it whipped and/or beatened.
Either for the attention of it...
Or to satisfy masochistic pleasures.
Which is it?

And it is always a 'they' involved,
Doing it better.
And doing it because they want it in return...
With it done even better than it was given.
With a lot less tongue!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Below the Belt

Get use to it.
Isn't that the way
You insisted to inflict?
Now you are getting it,
Below the belt!
And nothing you have felt before,
Has been like this!
But why were you so quick,
To become addicted to giving it?
Did you believe you would never receive,
Such pain that did not gain
An immediate 'high' to satisfy and uplift?

'Go back where you came from! '

Remember when you had the audacity to say this?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suicide Trees

Spent my whole life in love with despair
Kept my lungs full with the breath of their
Mute, atmosphere, I became what I hate,
And thus shall I remain,
To give birth to a mighty assassin armed with a weapon of words,
To defy the lies, to never compromise, No
Today my name is pain
I stood, beyond the world
Whispering secret syllables in the eyeless dark
Dancing wildly round and round on the rotting ground
Surrounded by the dead dusts of hell
This is how I delete myself and this is how I corrupt everyone else
Obey obey, betray betray
You are not unique you do not need to think
Take it, take it, I will I will I will
You succumb so nicely
Like an insect starring back, like a dying dove
My love, my love
So here we are again
Sheets are stained and bloodied
Animals scratch at my skin
Here we are again,
My face is scrapped and bloodied
Nothing left to give
I wasn't there I'm not involved, I'm innocent. It's not my fault
I wasn't there I'm not involved, I'm innocent. It's not my fault
I wasn't there I'm not involved, I'm innocent. It's not my fault
Here in The suicide trees
Here in The suicide trees
Bloody bloody bloody bloody MURDER!
So here we are again, in secret ceremonies
Changing shaping amen
Here we are again
Pretending not to notice
The illness sneaking in
I wasn't there I'm not involved, I'm innocent. It's not my fault
I wasn't there I'm not involved, I'm innocent. It's not my fault
I wasn't there I'm not involved, I'm innocent. It's not my fault
Here in The suicide trees
Here in The suicide trees
Toil and Labour, Hate your neighbour, faith and favour, obey
Toil and Labour, Hate your neighbour, faith and favour, obey
OBEY
OBEY, Here I do as I please
OBEY HERE IN THE SUICIDE TREES
OBEY, Here I do as I please
OBEY HERE IN THE SUICIDE TREES
OBEY
HATE'S YOUR NEIGHBOUR
HATE'S YOUR NEIGHBOUR
The animals scratch at my skin
No, it's not happening
it's not happening
it's not happening
it's not happening

song performed by by Otep
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Urgent

Youre not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, dont want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you wont come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound
Got fire in your veins
Burnin hot but you dont feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You cant stop until you do it again
But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe youre thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
Thats why you call me in the middle of the night
You say its urgent
So urgent, so oh oh urgent
Just wait and see
How urgent my love can be
Its urgent
You play tricks on my mind
Youre everywhere but youre so hard to find
Youre not warm or sentimental
Youre so extreme, you can be so temperamental
But Im not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, theres one thing in common that we both share
Thats a need for for each other anytime, anywhere
It gets so urgent
So urgent
You know its urgent
I wanna tell you its the same for me
So oh oh urgent
Just you wait and see
How urgent our love can be
Its urgent
You say its urgent
Make it fast, make it urgent
Do it quick, do it urgent
Gotta rush, make it urgent
Want it quick
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
So urgent, emergency
Emer... emer... emer...
Its urgent

song performed by by Foreigner
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What I Do Know

I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.

Masquerading one's feelings,
To later expose them behind one's back...
Is sooo,
Uncool!
And those who do it,
Are sooo...
Unattached from integrity.

I could care less how many Bibles,
They quote scriptures from.
These folks are gutter dwellers.

I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.

I've been accused of being embittered,
For expressing the anger felt...
From those experiences that brought tragedy,
Into my life.
And quickly I admit it.
Yes.
And my rebuttal about that?
If you don't want to know...
Don't ask!
A rule I use...
To free myself from fools.

I've been told I appear too happy,
With a lack of empathy shown to others.
I can express it.
Yes.
Empathy when given...
Is empathy at its best when expressed.
But becoming overwhelmed by depression?
How does that benefit,
My attempts to get away from it?
Why sit with someone wishing to serve pity?

However...
I do recognize my peace of mind.
How I got it.
When I got it.
And who has yet to arrive...
To be grateful they are alive.

And my life is not on hold!
To wait to behold the beauty of it.
That's what I do know.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Less Patriotic

Am I less patriotic,
If I choose not to embrace...
Conservative values,
With a more broadened view...
That may be idealistic,
With equality issues I pursue.

Am I less patriotic,
If those who are hypocrites annoy?
The ones with their self righteous political opinions.
Those who influence lawmakers to consider and employ.

Am I less patriotic,
If I am bothered by illegitimate conflicts.
Those that depict one class of people,
As being worthy to indulge...
In the feeding done of their own interests.

Am I less patriotic,
If I wish hunger and homelessness...
From all made to suffer from this,
Was erased from them and did not exist?

Am I less patriotic,
If I chose to express my feelings about it?
And am I less patriotic...
If I refuse to inflict upon another pain,
With a taking away from them...
To benefit my own selfish claims to gain.

Am I less patriotic,
If my ambitions are to sustain and maintain...
A peaceful co-existence,
Between those who have chosen to benefit...
Appreciating their lives as they wish.
Without being oppressed by those who infest...
With a manifestation to control with a beholding?
Taking away from others as if...
They were entitled to do this!

Am I less patriotic?
Or am I just another delusioned human being?
Wishing all differences,
Were accepted or not demeaned to maim.
Or disrespected to be considered obscene.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mistake In Marriage

The greatest mistake a man would make in life is to get married to a wife of deplorable attitude. This is because marriage is an institution without graduation and no any form of academic model has been formulated to formalize issues involved in a marriage; many couple often carry over the deemed courses of misunderstanding involved in the various departments(homes) . Even a professor in an academy as well as other luminaries in all works of life could not model and solve the issues involved in a marriage.

poem by Jamiu Olanrewaju
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His Doctrines

It's too sad to know,
They hold onto their hatred.
I'm glad to show,
My understanding ways.
It's bad to think...
Evil done they do delivers,
What they 'assume'
Some good!
And for them who wish this belief
Of these deeds...
The day comes when the total sum,
Of that which has been done...
Will indeed be revisited and repaid.
It's too pitiful,
Some are taught they are better,
Than others.
It is critical,
That this mindset met be addressed.
Where do we go?
As a people needing healing?
Without an empathy instilled and felt...
An absence of who God 'is'
Never is dealt with to leave all in tears!
And His doctrines for us and how to live...
Are never practice for what they are,
But forever erased from the human race...
To leave us to inflict,
Continued ignorance and scars!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often

Often it is not the pain.
But the agony that remains long after,
That stays.

Often it is not the weeping,
One remembers as much.
It is one's touch that is missed.
And one sits alone...
Wishing for it!

Often it is the arguments,
With conflicts that go unresolved.
Leading to a break up...
One involved,
Desires too late to solve.

And often it is the one,
Who causes this to happen!
And too often,
The one who leaves...
Is not the one left to grieve.
Often,
In regret and remorse.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is That Outlook More Positive For You?

'I had no clue this was going on.'

It has.
But you have not expressed an interest.

'What can I do to become more involved? '

In what?
The chaos?
The divisions that present themselves,
All over the place?
The teaching of the disrespectful children?
And their parents who have enabled their behavior?
Or do you want to make speeches...
To those pretending to listen,
But have learned the tecnique od falling to sleep...
Unnoticed.

'I see you still have a negative outlook on things? '

Isn't that odd?
You said that to me years ago.
And here on this very day,
You have expressed a desire to get involved.
Okay!
Let's call what you see...
An observation of a lacking of community outreach.
With a unity guaranteed to destroy a thinking mind.
Is that outlook more positive for you?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's the Day After Christmas

It's the day after Christmas,
And I'm feeling rather good.
I've expressed my love for those...
Who understood I did the best I could!

This past year I was there,
For anyone with a need for a friend
Sometimes I comforted with empathy,
Hoping what I shared did not offend.

But every challenge I faced...
I didn't hesitate to solve.
I was there willing to give.
There I was..involved!

And today I say a prayer...
Thanking God for the life I have!
Remembering it didn't have to turn out this way,
To awaken feeling blessed, grateful and glad!

It's the day after Christmas,
And I've been gifted with a sense of love!
It didn't come packaged to unwrap at all...
It came as something special from above!

Comfortable and tailor made.
'Thanks! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Involved

No light shines so bright within some people.
You can tell those from others...
Who shy away from consciousness,
As if it is a burden of a thinking process
They have selected not to have.

Those with 'light'...
There is a 'willingness' to learn,
That is present in their eyes.
'Something' gives feedback that life is being involved.
It flickers from inside of them!

It sparks!
It glows.
And it is apparent they are here to enjoy the experience.
Everything done they do becomes an exchange of attractions.
They are 'involved'.
And they may not be aware of it at all!
It seems out of place,
To hear a complaint come from them.
That is rare.
Like observing a comet for the very first time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am much more involved in the filmmaking experience on Mag Seven. I'm much more involved in story elements, casting decisions, the writing of the show, the blocking of the scenes.

quote by Michael Biehn
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