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No Other Interests Expressed

Of a confrontational state of mind.
There seem to be many existing like this...
Attempting to bait others,
To address the same purposelessness...
With such a waste of time.

Mentally conflicted,
With a limited point of view.
And doing what they wish...
Since there is nothing else,
For them to do.

With no other interests expressed.
Accept to digest an unhappiness.
And gaining more attention at it...
From a depressing uselessness felt.
Obtained from a self centeredness.
Maintained and to them consciously dealt!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Whatever One Believes Is Achieved

I've got to be in a wrong state of mind,
If I find the act of self aggrandizement...
A sign the reflects one's self centeredness.
And by design others give attention to this.
Perhaps I should re-revaluate,
The purpose of life!
And why we all exist to bridge gaps.

I've got to be in a wrong state of mind.
Not to attempt to define such obsession,
As a professed ego expressed.
Or am I so behind the times,
That believing what one does...
Has nothing to do with deed!
But the prospects of being honored,
For whatever one believes is achieved...
Can lift an ego to great heights.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfish Contradictions

If people are not able to 'see' things
From an expected adult point of view...
Who is responsible for that?
Who held them back from this process?
And why in adulthood...
Their childishness reacts.
It is clearly not attractive.
And those who allowed this lack,
To appear in childish ways.
Did not teach them to reach comprehension...
With a complete understanding,
As immaturity was displayed.

Many will never wake up to 'see'.
No matter who shouts.
Or points this ignorance out.
And others who have been awakened so long,
Have felt the obligation,
To state what they felt to them was then wrong.
And brought that to someone's attention.
They made it a need for it to be mentioned.

A self centeredness was condoned.
In and outside the home.
And this did not end for them.
Resulting in selfish contradictions...
Of what is expected.
Yet reflects upon that,
Which has been neglected!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Commits To The Giving Of It

How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally?

And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.

Especially if that point of view,
Is shared between someone loved.
And doing it to communicate too.

Too many people share relationships,
To become angry over nothing quick.
Just to begin an unending argument.

Too many people become easily offended,
When something different that is mentioned...
Causes one not to listen and refuses to pay attention.

And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.

How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally as true love is meant to be.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Them No Credit

Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?

'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'

Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.

'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'

Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.

'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '

You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Beyond Redeemable

You are beyond redeemable,
And can not be saved.
If your point of view is limited...
To values you had,
Existing in isolation.
Those days of self praise are gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look How Limited And Dim That Point Of View Is

Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.

Racists can't help but be crazy.
Remember those cowboy and indian days.
And the cavalry lead by John Wayne...
Saved every studio making movies,
In old Hollywood.
And our sense of greatness,
Was raised to new heights.
We taught our picked enemies how to fight!

Look how limited and dim that point of view is!

Racists can't help but be crazy.
And in denial many wont admit it in public.
As if their mindset does not reflect their ideals.
It does.
Any human being can feel the insignifance of it!

Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Look how the punching of holes in a once floating boat,
Sinks it!

Racists can't help but be crazy.
And many just lay on the beach to tan.
Without knowing a thing about swimming!
Or which deeds to uphold in respect and demand.

Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And I'm just observing it.
Not passing judgement on this at all.
I choose not to stall my forward pace.
I choose to widen my perceptions...
As I move my mind into a broader space.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reluctance To Comprehend Basic Concepts

To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.

Anyone focused on speaking above one's head,
Has already shown a reluctance to comprehend...
Basic concepts.
And that is revealed the moment their mouths open,
With the first word spoken to impress.

And the words that follow next,
Are remarkably more hollow.
With nothing to digest from the emptiness.
And disconnected is the mind from the lips.
As observed by anyone's eyes consciously witnessing this.

To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.

But then again...
To do this and not offend.
And be able to fit in without attracting attention,
Is a gift that comes with unlimited potential!
And one that is given with blessings,
That amazingly goes unnoticed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do I Look Surprised?

You say you did not know 'this' was in me?
As I recall,
Most of our encounters dealt with your point of view!
What was in me had not been of your concern.
As so expressed.
You had to assume,
I guess...
I had a nothingness to value!
Unless...
I had not let you gain access to my worth?
And I confess...
There are reasons for everything I do!
Including wasting my time if I so choose.
And perhaps I've done that with you to amuse?
For too long!
Who knows?
You say you did not know 'this' was in me?
Do I look surprised?
I've known what has been inside of me,
All of my life!
And you have not been there,
For most of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With 'Presumptions' Used

One's enjoyment to do what one does,
May be easy for others to critique...
As if this authority to do this,
Had to them been given using limited skills...
Believed by them to be an appropriate 'technique'.

And how that is done,
From a point of view to rate the unknown...
Should be a blaffling position to take.
By anyone who does not initiate,
What is felt to be created within someone else.

But...
To rate one does by another to do,
And is based upon their preferences pursued.
With 'presumptions' used as the best approach,
To get the soaking up of their unsolicited attention given.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Introspection

If something said
Upsets.
And there is a need within to object.
Perhaps introspection,
Will bring about a connection...
That one sat upon with neglect.
Because it is not your point of view,
That a thought expressed is shared.
Why was it stated to bait debate...
If an opinion was not there to declare?
It did not appear in the air,
Simply from nowhere!
A beginning is what it is...
And just to end it is not fair!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rulers of The Heavens

Definite and distinct is the trail,
Pioneered by a preservative persistence...
Often followed to replicate,
In hushed formulated seductions.

Conveniently renamed and claimed,
As fresh productions.
To triumph a hollow gain of fame...
Within diminished mindsets obtained.

And just specks are we,
In a massive Universe existing.
Left to be defined by scientists renown...
To announce their latest discoveries found.

Sit we do in a stew swirling majestically.
Undoubtedly a phenomenon...
Beyond depictions of eternity,
Limited by time the human mind can see.

Almost as if...
The significance and purpose of our existence,
As we lable it and see fit...
Includes the ignorance of selfish species,
Attempting to isolate to create...
An importance by use of conflict and technology.

With a crafting to introduce...
More division.
To generate more demeaning separatism.
In the hopes to declare themselves,
The Center of the Cosmos.
And Rulers of the Heavens!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Of The Burden Carrier

The burden carrier...
Assesses life,
From a self centered point of view.
Nothing is ever quite right,
With their findings.
No matter what is done,
Or what some may do.
A fulfillment is obtained,
That sustains them with complaints.
And any excuse to induce their own pain,
Helps them contain an arrogance maintained.
This is the life of the burden carrier.
Nobody knows the troubles they've seen.
Nobody knows their sorrows.
Nobody!
And 'who' do we thank for that?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perception Of Success

A perception of success that is fed,
And eventually loses its taste...
Because of the excessive waste of it.
Is a re-creation,
Of that which has already been created.
There is nothing but rust to wait for to digest it.

And since there is a lack of innovation expressed,
Those who are fed perceptions of success...
Only know it if it has been copied from another,
With a collective mindset impressed and approving...
Only what a limitation of processed blocked and blind vision,
Has been taught to them to accept, reject and to ignore.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digestive Darkness And Light

life is a mixture of light, darkness and truth
but are you digested on them?
digest what you see
digest what you feel
digest what you smell
digest what you touch
digest what you eat
digest what you think
digest what you speak
and you will be a truth by yoursekf
but but but but but but but but but
NEVER DIGEST YOUR DREAM

poem by Nyein Way
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Socialistic

So many are now expressing their concerns,
Whether,
If elected...
He will continue to protect their interests.
They are beginning to voice a distrust for him.
Because of his global popularity.
And, of course,
His color of skin!

'Which interests?
Which ones? '

The ones that fed their greed.
As they consciously chose to leave,
Millions hungry and in poverty!

The ones that left them unconcerned,
About the homeless.
Those disenfranchised.
Those disadvantaged...
They were taught to despise.

Those they denied and refused a morsel,
Of an economic abundance that fed their gluttony!
Until they depleted their most recent feast!

Or...

Their self centered, self righteous...
Christian based religious pulchritude.
With mindsets grounded,
In accomplishing victorious nationalistic snobbish attitudes...
Wished to be kept maintained!

Which ones?
You take your pick!

'Geeessshhh...
If he concerned himself with any of that,
He wouldn't have time to be the leader of all people.
He could not address all of their needs.'

Exactly!
But I do 'think' this has been taken into consideration!
And he and his advisors have matters completely understood.
Remember...
He has advocated for 'change'.
And this dude,
Unlike the others before him...
Is totally disciplined and focused!

'Wow!
What is ahead for all of us? '

Either way...
There will be definite change coming!
Some have predicted,
It will be 'Socialistic'!

'You mean like the government take over of banks,
To enforce a more communal outlook? '

That's already happened!

Let's say...
You will become more concerned,
About your neighbor's well being!
On a more enlightened global level.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's 'Almost' Funny

If one does anything perceived,
That gets an attention one deserves...
There will be envy expressed.
Or a sarcasm heard.

If one looks a certain way,
That hints of beauty...
Or an accepted physical presence,
There will be envy shown.
Or a 'player' hating comment thrown.

Forget about feelings of emotions felt.
Forget about struggles one is dealed and dealt.
Forget about living the process of life itself.
If it was about looks and what it took to survive...
Very few who victimize would not be around,
Expressing envy, jealousy...
Or rolling their nonproductive eyes.

Folks who provoke and poke their jokes,
Do more lieing than trying to invoke good strokes.

'That's some 'light' stuff!
Is your poetry on a diet? '

That's 'almost' funny.
It must be the season of the Easter Bunny?
I rate that one 'ha' with two hees.
Followed with a 'mind-your-business'.
Leave!
On a serious note...
You irritate me.

ANYWAY...

If one does anything perceived,
That gets an attention one deserves...
There will be envy expressed.
Or a sarcasm heard.

If one looks a certain way,
That hints of beauty...
Or an accepted physical presence,
There will be envy shown.
Or a 'player' hating comment thrown.

'To an 'ego' known.
Overblown.'

You have a lot of time to do absolutely 'nothing'.

'And with a 'nothingness' done,
You have achieved 'some' success.'

Buzz off!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Named And Stamped With A Brand

Limited interpretations,
Appeal only to those who are appeased.
And kept they are to view their lives,
Manifested to accept that which symbolizes images.
And what for them an image represents.
With a keeping of images limited to interpretation.

And if a depiction in their minds can not be defined,
It is dismissed as worthless.
Until a place for it is found to be labelled,
As an entity to be named and stamped with a brand.
To then be sold as a needed commodity.
With a familiar repeating done of subliminal marketing.

'Whew! What a relief.
We thought we had to accept it as is.
Having its own separate identity.
And that would be too mind altering,
For the limits we have set for our beliefs.
And right now we can not afford expansion.
It's difficult enough as it is to maintain 'some' control.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sights Blocked By Insight Flight

Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?

No one should expect,
That a going through a motion...
Will be advantageous,
If a depth of feeling is not felt.
Or a self examination not ingested,
Will not expose a fakeness...
Unconsciously kept,
By the way one thoughtlessly...
Disconnects with a display of disrespect.

Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?

Observe this for yourself.
Don't take my word as if I suggest!
The examples of it are abundantly expressed.
As if what is worshipped is self serving...
With pretentions unintended but there to address.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And therefore we must seek dialogue in this networked world. We must ask which voice was actually attempting to make itself heard and saw no other possibility of gaining a hearing. To that extent, for a while this also represented a forced opening of a cosmopolitan view.

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A Reality

If today in your feeling tone I am Saint
then tomorrow if your feelings change
I can then be transformed into Satan.

If I am steady most and not either
then clearly then Reality for me is the same
and your feelings about me must be in disconnect
and not rooted in who I really am.

If Mind changes its stripes
and truth today can become tomorrow false
how then is Mind rooted in Reality, which we agree
undergoes no change.

If spirit too can vacillate from exaltation to low depression
what is then steady most in our universe?

If all of the elements in our periodic table are in constant flux
losing and gaining electrons
and existing one minute but not the next
what then is the nature of any Unchanging Reality?

Clearly then all is in flux and who I am today may not be
who I will be tomorrow.
Good news this and bad news too, because how can I predict
the who I will be and if I will like Who Now better than Who Tomorrow?

Some question then if all things change, then what then is doing the changing; they point to Consciousness. If things change who is tracking steady-state all that changes and recording it? The self? Is Self and Consciousness that steady state beneath all things changing? Or do they too change from time to time?

Puzzling this.

So when one is told 'Get in touch with Reality' what the hell could that possibly mean-yours, mine today, mine tomorrow, yours now, or yours which will will surely change tomorrow too?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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