Needing to Be Changed
Another ghetto rambling viewed pursued,
In self indulgent observation.
It is there and I feast my eyes.
I share with those of other visions.
Those who believe they are Hollywood fantasies.
No!
These scenes manifest themselves,
From those who create them in Washington, DC.
Administered to implement across this decaying land!
This uniformed conspiracy has been allowed to bloom...
In the ghettos.
Come take a look.
All of you suburban crooks!
Who take resources and blame victims.
But then again...
Your ignorance comes back to victimize.
Well...
Come along.
Let's take a look at your future!
They know them not
And yet they object
To my experiences.
As if they knew them at all...
And better than me.
Engaged in myth and slander.
Driven to pretend existences.
Unknowing truth as it is.
And refusing to accept it...
As it is!
This is not their realities,
As nicknames from childbirth...
Disguise identities.
And adulthood for them never comes.
Everyone wants to remain irresponsible,
And young for life!
Perhaps that is why they allow their men,
To walk around with pants as if they were in diapers...
Needing to be changed.
Grabbing their private parts,
As if they too are in some doubt why it is there!
Tour over.
You may return and await,
Your piece of this pie sliced...
As you pay the price for allowing a lack of discipline,
To entice and entertain an induced seduction...
Delivering nothing but pain without a gain.
Just more of it to come!
Enjoy.
You may be one of those who still can afford,
To make comparisons...
And remain detached.
For now.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
No Pain No Gain
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A limited option
Think same and stand together
Leave it aside and nothing to bother
Together we stand and together we fall
It is simple to achieve object at very first call
It may strengthen the unity
There may remain consistency and continuity
If there is disunity and lack of understanding
We may add to set back for course of abandoning
It gives sense of belonging
The relations grow with bonding
The person can’t run away or remain absconding
The fruits of success may amount to undoing
We should hold hands firmly
We must also share secrets calmly
Laugh and smile not to create rift
Love and peace should find no shift
It is compulsion so we must be united
We have options but very limited
Strong foundation must be allowed
Bitterness if any must be swallowed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Snipped At The Pith
How can they sit and accept,
Praying to be blessed
Without rejecting disrespect?
What are they protecting in devotions met?
There's too much emphasis on forgiveness...
And not on what giving respect gets!
How can they ask for more police protection?
When everyone in this condition...
Allowed this affliction to occur!
Is everyone living life on fun and lies?
Alibis and cries of abandonment?
And they say the ones who are sick,
Are the ones who leave scenes like these quick!
But fools cannot compare their ignorance with wisdom.
When they are the first to endorse their blight.
Fighting about who's wrong or right...
When both are wrong to be fighting,
With sightless vision!
How can they sit and accept,
Being blissfully ignorant
In a network that does not connect
Any form of common sense that recognizes,
It's in sync and in check! ?
They should be incensed!
Instead of nickle and diming
For a 'hit' that went to leave them,
Just where they are...
Snipped at the pith of compliance.
Stuck with a conscious...
That's been unconsciously detained!
Substandard thoughts maintained,
Remain!
Snipped at the pith of compliance.
Loving it,
And being entertained.
Burning induced seduced drugged out brains.
And complaining!
Stuck with a conscious...
That's been unconsciously detained!
Substandard thoughts maintained,
Remain!
And the gain is with the ones who choose to flee!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Evolvement
One can not live a life,
Refusing to accept its transitions.
Many state they will remain unchanged.
And unlike some they come to criticize,
They will keep their feet planted on the Earth.
With kept pretentions denied.
To not comprehend the evolving done,
When one from birth,
Back to Earth all are 'unconditionally' welcomed...
And no one is shunned,
Is a belief any one can remain unchanged,
On this Earth to be perceived as one to be 'earthy'.
To experience what they 'conceive' leaves them uncommon.
All are here to grow to bloom...
With a whithering to make room as nature chooses.
To be foolish about the changing phases of these transitions,
Is one observed to be afflicted with ego self inflated.
And here to judge self righteously,
How others bloom from a bud to nourish Earth's 'evolvement'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In It For the Sake of Image...And, Perhaps Contrast!
Free to be who I 'is' ain't cool.
For those who wish to depict me as a fool.
Or entertain their whims...
To fantasize my depressed beginnings.
I refuse to be ignorant.
I refuse to pretend,
My mind I don't use.
Or welcome an abused ending,
Of my life experience.
To be documented in an expedience.
With an erased historic contribution I make!
No time do I spend dreaming of wings in an afterlife...
With others in white robes!
As harps play.
While visions increase...
As I pray on my knees,
For a pair of golden slippers.
I have flipped that image!
I don't accept because I am black...
That I should expect to be kept held back.
Because I lack a qualified 'intelligence'.
Compared to those expressing none at all!
Except for those certified as approved robots!
I am not into kicking down doors for them to open.
Nor do I neglect with disrespect...
Those who elect to keep faith and hope.
Whatever their motivation...
I support.
But I do object to the use of symbolism.
It conflicts with the 'Everywhere And In All Things'
God Is!
Nor do I choose to hang out with those...
Who are taught to feel remorseful.
As they dope up,
To choke on 'good' weed...
With feelings to get 'high'
To increase a low self esteem.
That ain't me!
And I ain't seeking equality either.
Preached by leechers...
Who enjoy seeing me dance,
As I reach for 'their' expectations.
Prancing down the aisles of churches...
To release my last earned dollar.
However...
I do not object to those feeling charitable,
In my behave.
Donations I will accept...
Yes! Most definitely.
I am seeking to be me.
Without a rehabilitation stamp on my behind!
I said I accept 'charity'.
Nothing emblazed on my butt!
As anyone's piece of precious property.
And...
Without being branded a minority.
By those suppressing me with the falsity,
Of their superiority over me!
That's one lesson I never quite understood.
And failed.
I'm not living my life to claim limitation!
Or seek a Tarzan for rescue!
I was not raise to await those days to come.
Nor flee from obstacles!
That ain't me!
I have flipped that image!
And others...
Some my sit to equip themselves with!
In labor to discourage me.
And I have observed their numbers dwindling,
In frustration!
While they watch my every move...
The shirts on their backs are being sold,
To the highest bidder!
An updated version of slavery!
Marketed on Wall Street!
And my knowledge could have saved them,
From embarrassment.
But not once have I been asked,
How I manage to maneuver...
With their feet strapped to my back!
I think they had been doing that for the contrast!
Since they are just in it,
For the sake of image...
Sales.
And a bottom line,
That's borrowed!
To keep the gush of an ignorance,
That bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Water Is Life
Water is life and, my mind is on you;
So don't accept the future passively when,
You can try under a very hard condition to create it.
The future, the future! Oh, the future;
The future is unknown and,
We have to fight it on;
But, something is wrong and i can see it in your eyes.
You made me sound like a saint but,
I am no angel.
Like the bags and the three bedrooms to share,
Water is life;
But the future is unknown.
Marriage is like an egg and,
We have to keep going till we succeed;
You made me sund like a saint but,
I am no angel.
I have lot of life failures to share with you,
I have my experiences too;
But, water is life.
Lots of man's problems cannot be solved,
So don't accept the future very passively;
Why can't anybody see what i do see?
Never hide yourself from me;
Why can't anybody hear what i do hear?
Never hide your love from me;
Why can't anybody do what i normally do?
Never hide your pain from me;
Because, the results of our lives depends on water.
To the places that i have been and,
To the things that i have seen;
Why me? Because, i told him the truth;
Like life in the places that i have been and,
To the things that i have seen.
From one place to another with love,
Like all the news about you;
Water is life and,
We all need water.
Are you having diner like the 'Adam's Family'?
Living on the edge with backed up water is what you need;
Like the death of a twenty-tow-years old student.
Pond for pond,
Life for life,
Flesh for flesh,
Water is life to us all;
Like the time for shopping,
Like the time for peace and love,
Life depends always on water.
To the places that i have been before,
To the places of love and care;
trying to unveil the truth out of a curiosity,
Water is life to us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Decaying As It Is
I could never excuse,
Something that I've done.
To anyone for sport and fun.
Like the lawfulness of hunting...
That gives one a license to kill!
But abusive ignorance is condoned.
With a movement allowed...
That does not forgive.
And a society decaying as it is...
Continues to market its own decadence!
With escapes to lay the blame on terrorists.
As a prioritized 'short list' of deeds to accomplish,
Is void of virtues that do not exist!
Not as they should...
On streets in the 'hood!
Or reflected in suburban self righteousness.
Where there is a true crisis impending.
Those minds have long been bent.
To believe they are the center of the universe.
I could never excuse,
Something that I've done.
To anyone for sport and fun.
Like the lawfulness of hunting...
That gives one a license to kill!
But abusive ignorance is condoned.
With a movement allowed...
That does not forgive.
And thrive like so many,
On a hatred that lives!
Decaying as it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Amplify Inner Visions
Finished reading true private eye stories searching
for missing persons, so many people romantisize the
past and early experience; we should enjoy our visions,
not try to find them manifested in real events, it is better
to fail in tracing old flames or abusive parents
Imagination enables us to improve on reality and create a
better world - the fact that the past proves their memories
of young love wrong, teaches us to look ahead to create the
best future we can, instead of trying to find idealized images
in real life – we should project these dreams
Into the future, striving to amplify our inner visions…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A New Era Has Arrived
A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed
And those who say
They are of strong faith with beliefs
Are the very same people
Who stand in the way
With attempts to block
This progress that proceeds.
A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed
And
With a stubbornness they are convinced
If they demand with a protesting that commands
'Everything' for them will remain the same
Even if they take matters in their ignorant hands
As if particles of dust
Refusing to be blown away by wind
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Their Blooming Goes Unaffected
One choosing to retreat from the blossoming of life...
Smothers the development.
And ruins the bloom to gloom!
Often this decay is seen,
And ignored with an acceptance...
Of an expected withering needing to feed.
Like the choking done by the growth of weeds.
And yet this tolerance allowed,
Spreads this seed upon those who follow.
Believing this existence...
Is not an affliction that addicts.
As those decaying prey upon the many who pay...
For their illnesses gone untreated.
On streets,
Where some pass with wishes...
They could sweep and 'delete' these scenes away.
At the expense of indifference...
Shown by those with beliefs,
Their blooming goes unaffected.
And they make choices to leave.
While glancing in disgust!
And observing it as if...
They will remain untouched!
As some choose to cloak these disturbing views,
By shouldering the burden of it.
In subdued submission.
To lock themselves behind walls that box.
Grateful for the safe admission.
To breathe easy and free...
Nurturing themselves,
As if to protect in a flower pot!
Surrounded by a safety net.
And out of harms' way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
They Have Already Murdered Their Futures
They have already murdered their futures.
With an allowing of a lack of discipline.
And the loss of self respect shown and given.
What future do they expect to have,
With no investment left protected in it.
And assisting to dismantle their own identities?
With a hope their insecurities will be accepted?
They have already murdered their futures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Joyfully Serve
I prefer not to walk alone
As the journey may be considered as half gone
Enjoyed by one and shared by none
So it must be accompanied by someone
Not that it is must and necessary
Yet everybody wants to marry
Willing to share the burden and carry
Enjoy it with responsibility and remain merry
Stay as near as possible
Nothing to worry about troubles
As they may come and go
But we may certainly grow
No liability as has been put
As life is no short cut
Love is to rule and affection is to take over
Both may work as one and provide cover
It is not the quest for gain
It is to develop bond and remain
Together for life and share
The fruits of journey and dare
You may depart one day
But to show others the way
Presence may not be that important
Yet the result may be seen instant
Did you even see old couples?
Walking with sticks among people
No worry for death to take over
Yet with so much happiness there
I request all to shed differences, if any
Make it fine resolve to carry
Life till the end of curve
Beautiful end and joyfully serve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Like a Decaying Tooth
Truth like a decaying tooth,
Hits a nerve if left ignored.
And eventually 'has' to come out.
Or continues to contaminate.
Until its pain shuts a moaning mouth.
And whether the tooth comes out or not...
The devastation can become so effective,
Folks refusing to correct the defects...
Are subjected to live their entire lives,
Relying on the inadequate taste of reality...
Based upon falsities,
With the naturalness of a substance missing.
And those left to gum through what is consumed,
Only dream in wishful thinking they could afford...
Getting a remembered bite back,
Once they took so much for granted.
Now observe they do so many trying to hide,
They too are going through the same process.
But consciously chose to be victims.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Pillar
Life and its tragedies
Life and its mysteries,
Life and its challenges,
The unbearable moments,
The deepest fears,
In my moments of weakness,
You remain my pillar of strength
Life and its hopeless wishes,
Life and its unrealistic myths,
Life and its broken dreams,
The moments of agony
The moments of wrong visions,
You remain my pillar of reality
Life and its conspiracy,
The innuendo and insinuations,
Life and its unintented outcomes,
The hopeless hope
The faithless faith
You remain my pillar of hope
poem by Gaylord Munemo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate each moment
Each moment is fleeting
No moment stays on
Irrespective of your having
Enjoyed it or otherwise
Been in comfort with it or otherwise or
Celebrated it or otherwise
Each moment is fleeting
It is your normal desire
To hold on to each moment
And to consciously enjoy it
Allowing the next moment to come in
At your will
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Non-emotionally acting upon
Issues of the moment
With your best of skills so that
You are out of the issues effectively
And relieved of the same once and for all
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Helping others in your possible ways
So that they can help themselves
And by sharing your resources
To the possible extent with those less resourceful
So that they can build up their own resources
And become self-reliant
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Involving yourselves in activities
That will create and pave way
For newer strengths in you
To broaden your resource-base
So that you will await new challenges of time
With a better vigour and wider knowledge
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Being creative, innovative and by
Exploring your inner potential
In artful and soul soothing initiatives
So that you are always alive
To the demands of the situation
This will help you relieved of
The reminiscences of the painful past
And the dreams of the non-existent future
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Seeking divine guidance and assistance
In taking positive decisions
When being confronted with
So far unknown challenges
Enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate each moment
Which is just fleeting and will soon not be yours
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Predestined? for My Lady Irene
Her eyes are like unto the sea
their colour changing constantly
Their beauty has ensorcelled me.
Try as I might I can’t break free.
The lady is quite innocent
I must absolve her from intent
I met her gaze by accident.
But the effect is permanent.
I was not searching for romance
but captivated by her glance,
I was resolved to take a chance
to change my future circumstance.
Was I a fool to entertain
the faintest hope that I might gain,
the lady’s heart or live in pain
and still a bachelor remain
The burning question had to be.
What did the lady think of me?
and could she possibly agree
to dare to share her life with me.
Although we think we have free will.
Mother Nature has the skill
to create plans we must fulfil.
So we obey or foot the bill.
Regretting that we did not do
what Mother Nature meant us to.
It seem the lady felt this too.
An old, old tale forever new.
04/06/2009
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Prioritized And Lifted
I knew too well,
What my life had been like.
And that loneliness no one could touch.
I was deeply mentally scarred and troubled.
Yes...
I had been there.
I knew too well,
The masking of pretensions.
And the smothering of those emotions...
Afraid to let anyone see them show.
I have been there,
To numb them...
With alcohol or weed.
I have been there with a broken heart,
Many times to feel inside me bleeding.
I knew too well,
What my life had been like.
And that loneliness no one could touch.
I was deeply mentally scarred and troubled.
I had been there.
And going back,
I don't intend to do.
To feel again pain is not one of my pursuits.
Not back to back to scrape my knees!
Naw.
I don't think so.
Even with knee pads...
That's not happenin'!
Being at a place that drains to remain there?
For purposes to have others see one unchanged...
Is a selfishness that provides for them comfort!
And I know that kind of environment too well!
I had been there too.
Doing just that!
Providing others comfort at my expense.
Now I provide my own comfort.
Which to me makes much more sense...
In the maintaining of my peace of mind and happiness.
And those who proclaim I have changed...
As if one's purpose in life is to remain the same,
Are right!
I decided my life had to be prioritized and lifted,
To the top of my list and agenda!
And those who believe this is against God's wishes,
Have no connection to God!
I had been there myself...
To undo that kind of ignorance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Three Monkeys…plus One
First monkey covered his eyes and spoke,
“See no evil”...
By refusing to see and confronting evil
Victims are born of doubt, guilt and fear
Clear sight sheds light and illumines evil
Second monkey covered his ears and spoke,
“Hear no evil”...
By refusing to hear the voice of evil one cannot know truth
Truth is discerned by the heart and mind
Voicing truth creates a vibration that dis-integrates evil
Third monkey covered his mouth and thought,
“Speak no evil”...
Evil cannot manifest if one thinks before speaking
Fourth monkey opened his mouth and spoke,
“Do no evil”...
This was the wisest monkey of all
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!