Nirvanic Moments
I am often amazed by those
Who offer their consultations freely
To assist in my understanding,
Of my own experiences!
Although ridiculous...
I find myself encouraged,
To listen to their insights!
And upon leaving them glowing,
With self satisfaction...
I realize,
That is all it takes!
Just stare them in the eyes and nod!
Favorably.
Tease them about their ancestry.
They have no idea,
They are providing the evidence
That convinces anyone with depth of thought...
Just how shallow the mindset of humanity has become!
And these folks truthfully believe,
People have desires to be like them!
And I have this concept...
If they should disappear,
'That' would provide the cure for all cancers!
The problem with that notion is...
Most of them are suited in laboratories,
Clinically dissecting themselves to find meaning!
While the others plan trips to Rome,
To catch a glimpse of the main one appointed
To monitor and head their criminal activities!
In a show of pageantry that competes,
With that of the pomp and ridiculousness...
Of the pulcritudinous shame of English royalty!
It's all connected to thief and BS!
These folks have thrived on the backs,
Of the downtrodden!
However...
I do admired the ones
In charge of designing those fantastic wardrobes!
With the Pope in Gucci...
And the Queen in jewels?
No wonder these spectacles are stress relievers.
To some degree...
Perhaps they do deserve their adulation!
Idolistically speaking of course.
With a profound display of symbolism!
It has to be exhausting,
Keeping these myths addressed!
And cloaked from the eyes of the masses.
But 'who' cleans the bowls of the 'thrones'...
Once they have been flushed?
Those must be nirvanic moments!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into the Caverns of Darkness
With the advice of appointed sidekicks...
One man has singlehandedly insured
The word 'integrity' has become a joke,
When applied to folks who govern...
From such lofty positions!
Credibility?
Can you say...'Got none? '
And will never be located!
Not at these sub-basement levels.
AND...
It is rumored that this costly production
Is 'thisclose' from losing all interest,
From everyone
Because someone had a notion
This man has a thought to be shared
To determine the direction of 'down and deeper in dung? '
Light has already refused to shine on the minds
Where these folks are tripping over their steps.
He has no thought to think!
That is why we are now on the brink of no return!
But...
There is some satisfaction that attracts to this action!
He reflects all of those who chose to follow him...
Into the caverns of darkness!
And they accept this.
Since they watch and cover,
Each other's backs!
Like rats on an expedition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(The) Depthness of This Kind of Introspect...
There are many poems I've written,
That have not been read or 'rated'.
I can understand,
How some may find that a need...
When insecurity most writers feed.
And there are those gregarious folks,
Enjoying their closeness.
Who do prefer their own company.
Or socialize with those expressing...
How they maintain a degree of 'normalcy'.
While all find themselves accepting...
Dysfunctions none regret.
And I find myself more respected,
By those who know...
With an acknowledgement familiar.
That does not criticize or demean,
The depthness of this kind of introspect...
With an intellect encouraged and shared,
And freely felt to expose upon these scenes...
With those who are unopposed to show their caring.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Brought to This Table
What is brought to this table
Is experience.
Don't ask me what I bring!
It is certainly more than 'things'.
What you have...
May have had impressed others,
But here?
No experience equals no depth!
Those 'things' you offer?
In my heart do not endear!
And you may give me shade...
As you pass me in public view.
Thinking that may rain on my parade!
Since that's the only thing for me you can do!
However...
I'm quick to offer folks like you nonexistence,
In my mind and in my life!
You have no idea my 'aloneness' is something
I do not fear.
It has helped me clear wasteless utensils...
By the ups and downs I have witnessed!
And you 'and' your 'things' can disappear.
Am I making your vision any clearer?
They do not provide anything I will ever cherish.
I am not seeking to feed or nourish on that!
Trust me!
I have been served too much garbage.
It has taken years to discover my own taste!
And what I crave most,
Is being away from folks like you.
You are no appetizer to even consider.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Through My Eyes
There are things you life, you learning over time you'll see
Cause out there somewhere It's all waiting if you keep believing
so don't run don't hide
It will be alright you'll see trust me
I'll be there watching over you
Just Take a look through my eyes
If there is a little place somewhere out there
Take a look through my eyes
everything changes you'll be amazed what you find
if you look through my eyes
there will be times on this journey what you see is darkness
out there somewhere till it I finds you
If you keep believing
so don't run don't hide
It will be alright you'll see trust me I'll be there watching over you
Just Take a look through my eyes
If there is a little place somewhere out there
Take a look through my eyes
everything changes you'll be amazed what you find
if you look through my eyes
all the things that you can changes
there's a meaning in everything
and you will find all you need
there is so much to understand
Take a look through my eyes
If there is a little place somewhere out there
Take a look through my eyes
everything changes you'll be amazed what you find
if you look through my eyes
Take a look through my eyes
There is a little place somewhere out there
take you look through my eyes
everything changes you'll be amazed what you find
if you look through my eyes
take a look through my eyes
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Left to Play the Blame Game
Conditioned to discredit their own kind.
In neighborhoods...
Where one has said,
Folks have lost their moral fiber.
Others who have come to witness this...
Have come to realize,
Those folks have also lost their minds.
Unfortunately...
They have been encourage,
To lose their identity as well.
Their ambitions have been to flaunt,
A foolishness dressed to impress!
In a collected unified distrust of one another.
Not realizing this would lead to communities,
Under duress.
And stressed in their own distress.
With no one left to care,
How or if they correct such a mess.
Since this has been their wish!
Bestowing a self destruction done at its best.
Left to play the blame game...
With no one but themselves.
Pointing fingers!
And leaving them to thrive...
In conditions they've imposed,
But have chosen to see it with eyes...
In blind defiance.
Despising truth,
That confronts them exposed.
But this and who they are goes denied!
No matter who comes qualified...
To tell them about themselves.
Or tries to correct their ignorant lives.
Whether dressed in street clothes...
Or suited up with bowties!
'They just do not get it! '
A mindset this shallow...
Although recognized,
Is best to leave in the hands of those who defend it.
Since those who criticize and become offended,
Are the ones that are ostracized!
The ones trying to mend it!
Finding they are living much happier lives...
Divorced from such division.
Divorced from those in constant criticsms.
And observing this nonsense from the outside.
Living with a peace of mind...
As a decision made.
And feeling grateful and blessed,
In confessions they profess...
They were able to find,
With a welcomed rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foolishness That's Lived
A shallow mind,
Will always find...
Depth,
An exception.
With not a thought to have as a weapon.
And not a comprehension to come too soon.
Shallow minds!
Will always find...
Depth an exception.
And running on emptiness,
Of meaning.
To leave foolishness more room!
A shallow mind,
Will always find...
Depth,
An exception.
With not a thought to have as a weapon.
And not a comprehension to come too soon.
While running on an emptiness of meaning.
To feel enlightened,
That a foolishness that's lived...
Will welcome more room!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Years of Growth That Is Done
Caught up in a poisoned mind,
Uptight.
Folks watching other folks watching folks' backs.
Conditioned and disciplined to have their noses,
In someone's business.
And entertained by it with illiterate wishes.
While observing life with an illegitimate social perspective,
And refined by an acceptance of mediocity.
Those with a more adventurous mindset...
Find a wealth of companionships
During nature visits.
And always is nature there patient,
In waiting!
'Not always!
And what you tryin' to say?
A tree got more sense than me? '
A tree wouldn't comprehend that,
From years of growth that is done!
'And what is that suppose to mean? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Props
If one is undeserving of getting props,
And this is known without a necessity...
To name drop.
Or spoil their occasion,
To bask in adulation.
One who has been there over and over again,
Know how fleeting these moments can become.
And yet...
It is the acceptance of the spotlight leaving,
That is the most difficult...
For the one who has not a clue at all,
Who doctored the rise to such acclaim.
Leaving those behind the scenes,
Believing themselves powerful enough...
To play such ridiculous mind games,
With those who have already chosen...
Their preferences regardless,
As to where they are placed to find...
On anyone's changing priority list.
Remember...
Only you can be the master of your destiny!
Not to please the ehims of others,
But to succeed and accomplish 'your' desires.
Do the popping of your own cork.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can you look beyond the shallow
Can you look beyond the shallow?
To find a deeper meaning which is true.
Can you look beyond the shadows?
To find a philosophy for you
Can you find hope in times of madness?
to bring you through your despair
can you find strength and guidance
in the books over there
can you find faith
in actions good works and deeds done
can you find solace when the game is lost and not won
can keep both eyes open
when others with prejudice are opposed
can you find meaning where there seems to be none or it is supposed
, then my friend you’ll never lose and the battle will be half won.
For how we perceive and what we believe
Makes us whole
a heart that looks beyond the shallow
will find what it looks for it will find its goal.
poem by Daniel Hooks
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A many solutions
I may term it memorable
What I thought about her was quite deplorable
She was bound by some compulsions
her desertion was completely ruled out of question
She was quite at ease and offered many solutions
she had full commitments with full resolutions
it was her sincere effort to make it through
it was realized by me lately too
We may stay together in day
discuss it freely to find the way
she has nothing offer as condition
she never provoked me with ignition
i decided to fall in line
it thought it may be very fine
after all we have to to make it reality
it has o be finished with all the nicety
I was so much attached
it was troubling me a lot for the fear of being detached
one day absence of her was making me nervous
The mad love had made me so much famous
I used to enjoy lonely nights
she may come in dream and offer the fight
she may tease and threaten me to leave at once
I was made to worry often since
She may make me passionate
with all the promises and stories to narrate
she was leaving no point behind to hate
I had problem of grasping it late
She was proving very smart
this was th nice beginning from the start
she had kept her word till the last
I failed to impress her very fast
The woman is specially inclined to believe
the acceptance of harsh words just to relieve
this is greatest quality any female may have
it is agreed and believed to show courtesy and behave
you can't touch the depth of soul
if you have game plan to play with foul
it may not take you very far
you will be exposed and termed as liar
Generally speaking it is not sex oriented
love with friendship is consented
it may end in fiasco with complete failure
it is therefore necessary to make it sure
I am human being and no more exception
the sex has been there from very conception
it is natural to feel for true companion
you may need solid company even if you are a world champion
Though i used to remain little serious
she may speak in funny way almost continuous
I may sometime get confusion over her innocence
but I felt source of strength in her presence
I don't know what is logic behind
there remains some reasons to find
it may vary from person to person
I have no idea to doubt it with reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Necessities To Please
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
They try to find it through preferences of sex.
Even purchases of 'things'
To hide their perplexed minds
Behind something another might view,
As a status symbol to preview!
To allow excuses and alibis to sneak through.
Allegations of who is and who is not straight today...
Seems so unimportant and quite blasé!
Molestations are taking place,
In more sanctuaries sacred...
Where more than symbolism is displayed.
The bold and naked seems to be a must,
Folks are lusting.
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
With a worship for more greed,
And necessities to please the eyes of others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Theirs to Declare
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
Thieves do not get the connection,
That what is taken does not to one belong.
You can locate planets and give them names...
But only the creator can make claims.
And people who believe,
They rule above and over those dictates of God...
Find themselves beset by struggles.
And in their blind consciousness,
Can not see themselves...
As defects.
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
With a certain 'class' of folks...
Believing themselves as self righteously perfect.
And deserving to label anything on Earth and beyond,
As theirs to declare.
With destruction and conflicts they initiate to carry on.
Like any incurable disease on a rampage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Sister
Glowing in the sun
walks my sister..
Covering her face
from the eyes that stare...
Holding to their breathe
they try to get a glimpse...
Of the beauty that mesmerises
the minds of the people...
Trees crouch into shades
hiding their face in shame..
Unable to bear the radiants
that glow in my sister's face...
With each step she takes
life changes its path...
Making sure that she never
feels the pain of hardships...
Never will the God find time
to create a person...
Much sweeter or better than
my precious and beautiful sister...
poem by Sowkoor Nischal Shetty
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Bed
My little darling it's a crying shame
The way that you lead me on
And I've got nobody but myself to blame
Cause I've always just played along
Well show me a body that gets no love
And I'll show you a body that's way messed up
Well it seems like you're aware of the effect you have on my head
If you feel like I'm asking you for too much
We can keep in touch
And I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
My little darling I'm a tangled mess
When you tease me the way you do
and what it would be like I can only guess
If you'd please me like I wanna please you
Well show me a friendship that's pure and chaste
And I'll show you and engine that's dying to race
Well the time has come for me to find
Another way to get my soul fed
I know we could be the sweetest friends
But if that's where it ends
Then I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Well the time has come for me
To take care of myself instead
You know if we remain
On a spiritual plane I will go insane
Don't make me find someone else to bed
Bed
Find someone
Find someone else to bed
song performed by by Semisonic from All About Chemistry
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After All Crazyness
Darkness,
it stays in my head,
driving me mad,
the anger controls everything,
for once it has meaning,
it has me feining,
dreaming,
eyes of black,
gets me attacked,
keeping me trapped,
on the wall i tapped,
i black out,
the anger takes over,
thoughts spinning in my head,
so hard to do this sober,
i try to find,
to find the light,
in my eyes,
there is only night,
after all your maddend too,
all i can say is,
i love you!
poem by Alicia Roseberry
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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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Poised To Be Teased
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
And...
There are those who who actually,
Prefer and seek to be deceived...
Than to accept anything,
Close to hinting ofm any reality.
And those who were bred,
To have mush for brains...
Will have nothing to do with what truth contains.
Forget introducing a thought process.
Many more accept medications,
To provide their fantasies...
Exclusive access.
Yes.
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indoctrinated Through Ancestry
They are here in droves...
Those me-me-I-I folks.
The ones who have been told they are attractive.
Those with slave mentalities,
And still trying to please their masters.
And I can not say how many folks there are...
Who are afraid to express too much 'identity'.
For fear they will upset someone else's wishes!
And they know what on me they can kiss!
Anyone who has a mind like this!
I'm not having none of it.
There is an addicted sickness inflicted.
Alive and well.
And profiting the few,
Who have so many messed up in their heads!
The more pretentious the folks...
One can find them driven to play charades,
On all coasts.
Wherever they are found 'coasting' and cruising!
It just seems that way.
Those on escapades and away from their identities.
And ready to please.
As if indoctrinated through ancestry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intro
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Once more you'll disappear
My morning put to shame
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Once more you'll disappear
My morning put to shame
Sometimes I fear that this will go on my life through
Each day I spend in an echoed vision of you
And then again I'll turn down love
Remembering your smile
My every day is spent
Thinking of you all the while
The times I've let myself down
My head's spinning round
My eyes see only you
The chances I've lost
Opportunities tossed
Away and into the blue
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Then again you'll disappear
My morning put to shame
song performed by by Who
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