Nominated
Poised and groomed for screening.
And picked as those correct to select.
Suited for electing...
With an image held as the best.
Reflecting a 'middle-of-the-roadness'
With proper etiquette.
Making harmless decisions...
And giving folks what they expect.
Nominated as water walkers,
Squeeky clean and free of sin.
If they do live in darkness...
They may sneak a sip of vodka,
Or may not pop shots...
Of lemon twisted gin!
It's difficult not to show imperfections,
From admiring spying eyes.
Microscoping with a closeness,
To see after dissecting...
Which one would represent,
To prove emaculate they have lived their lives.
While those prepared to choose...
Booze, cheat and deceive.
But wish to pick someone less wicked.
And one who is capable...
To disguise a life,
All can come to agree...
Can win the top prize.
And at least will make attempts,
To walk on their polluted waters!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are 'Your' Specifics?
So much easier it is,
To attack one who achieves with a doing done.
Than it is to criticize that one who does this,
To impress with plans to do.
And...
With only the evidence one who judges can produce,
Of mistakes another has made in the process...
To the making of attempts to correct those mistakes,
In a public manner to have those errors addressed.
And yet with audacity an honesty is confessed.
To have it perceived the one who critiques...
Is the best one anyone should choose and select,
To represent the very of their interests.
'Yes...
Your ideas are worth a giving of attention.
But,
What are your specifics? '
~That has yet to be determined.
However...
I can promise you when elected,
You will 'then' know what my plans have been.~
'Do you have more than pictures,
And posters with slogans to show us? '
~Of course.
That too you will be given an opportunity to see.
But today my priority is to convince you,
What I offer is a better solution.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Falsely Applied Devotion
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
They still point their fingers,
To pick out weirdos and freaks.
Those they consider different from them.
And those folks are hardly uptight.
Those folks picked sleep peacefully at night.
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
And everything around them has begun to sink.
As their hypocritical lives lived...
Shows cracks in foundations,
And with their beliefs on the brink.
But still they think of themselves as better than others.
And nothing they can show with evidence can prove this one bit!
Since the medications they take everyday faithfully...
Can not with falsely applied devotion just be prayed away.
Nor can their evils be hidden in masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regardless Of Those Appearances
The selling of any image,
That directly conflicts...
With that which is in existence.
And clearly represents,
A negligence that is in shambles.
Does not mean for one moment,
That the image sold free of imperfections...
Should not be held to be one golden.
With a choosing of it as reality.
And reflects all that is properly etiquette.
Since this as a deliberate promotion shows,
Has been marketed as a brilliant achievement.
Regardless of those observances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
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Roads That Cross
There are roads that cross,
From which one picks to choose.
Hoping to make a correct decision,
To select the best...
Is very difficult to do.
And one does what is thought to be right,
With faith to pray.
And one does what is hoped,
Will not cause confusion...
The rest of one's life to pay.
Yet...
Are there any roads paved with gold,
Cleared of clouds or thunder?
Are there any free of obstacles,
With no sign of pouring rain.
And...
Is there much to gain,
If one refuses to choose?
Are there any roads paved with gold,
Cleared of clouds or roaring thunder?
Are there any free of obstacles,
With no sign of feeling pain?
And...
Is there much to gain,
If one refuses to choose?
Is there any other way,
To live...
With a doing done to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Late
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose your side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Make up your mind.
Oh, the time has come for making a decision,
And you say youve found the light.
But the talk is cheap when I see the way youre living,
Walking in the night.
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for thinking you can walk the middle line...
Better get wise.
You may think that you can live by your feelings,
Different every night.
But an emotional religion will crumble at our feet,
If were made to stand and fight.
Well, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose you side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Make up your mind.
Well, its too late for thinking you can walk the middle line...
Better get wise.
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose your side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Please make up your mind.
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose your side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Please make up your mind.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Felt Inside, Known And Not Hiding
Wholesome expressions delivered,
May be great to hear from podiums raised...
By those speaking from prepared speeches.
To have those listening needing a boost,
With a lifting done coming from roaring cheers.
There is a truth that is lived,
And inescapable it is.
For those who know it is not in disguise,
To eliminate or compromise...
What is felt inside, known and not hiding.
A truth that is lived,
Isn't waiting for the next speech heard.
Or standing in line,
To select from a multitude of choices offered.
A truth lived and once picked becomes one's commitment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spiritual Walkers
They knock on your door
You laugh in their face
They tell you its time to pray
They give you a book
And tell you to read
And point to the judgment day
People say they live dangerously
Walking places they should not be
But they will walk their lives
With a never ending light
They will walk their lives
til they shine the light
Of truth into your life
They sit on a stump
You run from their sight
To not hear the holy word
They sing and they chant
They preach and they speak
In tongues you have never heard
But people say they live dangerously
Walking places they should not be
But they will walk their lives
With a never ending light
They will walk their lives
til they shine the light
Of truth into your life
Havent you ever encountered the spiritual walkers
They just walk the light through the day through the night
Havent you ever encountered the spiritual walkers
They just walk the light through the day through the night
Walk on ...
On corners of streets
And airports of tents
They reach out for you to come in
They have no defense
Except inner sense
And knowing the almighty friend
People say they live dangerously
Walking places they should not be
But they will walk their lives
With a never ending light
They will walk their lives
til they shine the light
Of truth into your life truth into your life
Havent you ever encountered the spiritual walkers
They just walk the light through the day through the night
Havent you ever encountered the spiritual walkers
They just walk the light through the day through the night
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Come on and shine that light through the day through the night
Havent you ever encountered the spiritual walkers
They just walk the light through the day through the night
Even though when they knock on your door
You laugh in their face
You run from their sight
Not to hear the holy word
They have no defense
Except inner sense
Havent you
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Less Analytical
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More exclusive...
In reducing your excuses.
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More correct...
And,
Less analytical.
Remove yourself from being in the middle,
Of drain.
Remove yourself from being second fiddle,
For anything you dislike...
By,
Deciding what is right.
And you can free yourself from even being,
Very critical.
You can free yourself from seeking things,
More political.
And you will live a life,
With a meaning that is right...
For you.
If this is what you choose.
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More exclusive...
In reducing your excuses.
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More correct...
And less analytical.
You can free yourself from even being,
Very critical.
You can free yourself from seeking things,
More political.
You can live a life,
With a meaning that is right...
For you!
With a doing that you choose.
And...
You will live your life,
With a meaning that is right...
For you.
If,
This is what you choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Whacked Who Hack Behind Your Back!
Whacked out hackers,
Make attempts to uncover...
The origins of true facts.
Do their best to tap and seize,
Information from unprotected PC's.
Probing with a secrecy...
Into the privacy of those believing,
Their computers are free...
From the spying eyes,
Of those who sneak.
And electronically pry!
Wizards and geeks...
With a knowledge to peep.
Can do this easily...
To anyone they seek,
Unsuspecting and unaware...
Their personal affairs,
May be used against them...
Anytime, anyplace and anywhere.
Stopping this can be done and quick.
With an anti-virus picked to eliminate this.
To do it all one has to do...
Is press the 'start' button then locate 'run'
Type into the open space...
'Msconfig'
And 'ok' this.
To 'reschedule' what has been done.
Then search for a service that secures...
What you wish kept,
From everyone!
And do this just to keep you safe.
To ensure what you do is not erased!
Chasing away...
Those whacked who hack behind your back!
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Frequent Microscoping
They do not wish to be held accountable,
For anything they did...
Two weeks ago.
Not one of them accepts or expects,
Their lack of responsibility...
To follow them as a blemish,
The rest of their lives.
On the other hand...
Every detail of my childhood,
From preschool years...
Until I left high school years ago,
Is there to remind everyone...
Of my imperfections!
With a frequent microscoping of my deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From One Illusion To The Next
They want him to represent,
That magician remembered...
And seen under the big tent.
The one with the wand,
Making things disappear.
Pulling rabbits out of hats.
To have the people laugh and cheer.
They want him to be,
The one who will heighten their fantasies.
The one who will lead them,
From one illusion to the next.
The one who has perfected...
A delivery of their expectations.
Anything else they are prepared to reject.
They want him to correct,
Every flaw they can not face.
They want him to erase their mistakes.
And take the blame for decisions they make.
They want him to entertain!
With an ability to remove from them,
Every trace of accountability spotted that stains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undued
You can not live your life,
Doing unto others...
Believing your life lived,
Will be done 'undued'.
You are going to pay!
And when that time comes...
It 'will' certainly be due!
Regardless of how you hold that map held,
Or the gate you choose to go through...
Upon your entrance into the amusement park,
You've been told...
You can do as you please,
And to 'whom' you do it to!
Believing your life lived,
Will be done 'undued'.
Oh no!
You are going to pay!
And when that time comes...
It 'will' certainly be due!
Regardless,
Of how you hold that map held,
Or the gate you choose to go through...
Upon your entrance into the amusement park,
You've been told...
You can do as you please,
And to 'whom' you do it to!
You are going to pay...
For the price to ride.
From places you blindside...
Or choose to hide.
Whomever or 'whatever' it is,
'You' may select to 'do'...
You,
Will 'not' be doing it...
Undued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Life Is Right Until Lived
When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.
I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silkened Tongues
Father...
The spreading of false sincerities,
Have many slipping faced down in BS!
Of course we are in the midst,
Of this 'blissful' season.
Some folks are overdosed,
With more BS than the rest.
Displaying silkened tongues...
That before lashed out venom.
They make attempts to disguise,
The evil within them.
And Father...
I thank You!
For helping me see through,
Their wicked deeds they 'still' pursue!
And after the new year is over and done...
These same folks will begin to display,
Their fangs...
To everyone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Either Now...Or Later!
You are correct.
I could not agree with you more.
I have not been in touch with you.
Nor have I bother to call,
In a few months.
You have a song and dance routine,
I've seen and heard consistently unchanged...
For years.
Your ears remain closed to suggestions,
I propose.
And you say my life lived is delusional.
Since I choose to be uplifted and positive.
I find it incredible that someone like you,
Who quotes from scriptures.
And speaks in tongues with such fortitude...
That God would not listen with the utmost attention!
And your life would then have less,
Of a negative judgemental attitude...
Needing you to address.
Unless God and what I have to you to mention,
Isn't returning to you what your ears wish to hear.
The messages sent to you are ignored.
And your understanding of God,
Is a comprehension for you that isn't near.
However...
One thing I know is absolutely certain!
I am not as nearly as patient as God.
I have yet to be gifted with that kind of time to waste.
Or chase you in games of hide and seek,
While you take notes as to which quotes to provoke.
You are correct.
I could not agree with you more.
I have not been in touch with you.
Nor have I bother to call,
In a few months.
And right now a dialtone given to you,
From the bottom of my giving heart...
Is the only 'thing' I can see useful to you I can offer.
At least in my generous giving of it to you...
You can choose to quickly call someone else?
Either now...or later.
Or elect to sit...
In your own undisturbed quietness!
To you I hope a peace of mind comes.
Either now...
To appreciate.
Or later...
When only God knows,
Whether of not...
If this has been to your advantage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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