Not Foreign To Those Who Hear
There was a time in my life,
When those coy and with faces of innocence...
Could convince anyone,
Of my involvement in the implementation...
Of their misdeeds.
And their tactics were believed.
But times have changed.
And today so have I.
I am not so naive,
To relish the protection of good friends.
As much as I perceive...
Anyone given the opportunity,
Will use what they have to their benefit.
AND given the right situation...
Someone unsuspecting will be deceived.
This is not a myth.
But daily practices,
Done by those in 'this' reality.
And...
This language I speak,
Is not foreign to those who hear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mongrels
Why folks just can not wake up,
To feel proud of who they are?
And to give thanks for their blessings.
Why does there have to be conditions in place,
For some to wake up feeling belonged.
And not erased from the human race.
Why are they looking for acceptance,
To put a smile on their faces?
I wish someone would approach me
With the notion they did not approve,
Of my life and things I do!
I'm looking for someone,
To give me the opportunity...
To show them my appreciation,
I have for their beliefs!
I am not vague on my history at all!
And none of it is a myth!
My dad use to say,
All of us were mongrels.
And those who were truly thoroughbreds...
Spent little time trying to convince others.
They let their performances speak for themselves!
Perhaps that is why so many are found debating,
To win races.
Instead of just running in them...
To expose what principles upheld,
Become actually qualified.
And based upon reality!
We would then see,
Whose mouths are left open!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Of My Creditors Want To Get Paid
This just dawned on me,
During a coincidental occurrence.
While during my daily walk.
And...
As is my custom,
Minding my own business.
I processed this while thinking...
How the words 'maybe' and 'if'...
Are interpretations of 'yes'.
Think about it!
How many times have you uttered,
Either a 'maybe' or 'if'?
To something you were prepared to say 'no' to.
And you believed yourself to have full consciousness.
'Gee...
I wish I could,
But...'
~Oh...
So you are saying,
You'd like to have a benefit revealed? ~
'Well...
Not exactly.
I see the benefit.
'MAYBE' or 'IF'...'
SOLD!
Forget it.
No need to resist.
Your 'maybe' or 'if'...
Began to make accomodating arrangements,
In your mind.
Somewhere to make,
Your decision 'fit'.
On the wall.
Or somewhere for it to sit!
Find sometime alone,
To convince 'yourself'...
You have not been had!
Then...
Drink a cup of tea.
Deciding which one of your creditors...
Will believe,
You were on your way to pay your bills...
When a wide screened TV,
Had your name on it!
And a salesman hypnotized you.
Leaving you without a cent in your pockets.
And you did realize this...
Until you got home,
Waiting...
For the delivery people!
Go ahead...
Use that excuse!
It sounds good to me.
Although,
All of my creditors want to get paid.
And hopefully...
One day they will!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cost-benefit analysis
Any government economic project
Should involve cost-benefit analysis
Before implementation.
Calculation of cost must involve
Market survey cost, establishment cost, labor cost
Production cost, marketing cost and so forth.
Calculation of benefit must include
Financial benefit, social benefit
Political benefit and so on.
The governments should take into account
Whether there is skilled manpower
In the country to run the project or not?
They should also consider
The possibility of change
Of technology to be used
In near future in other countries.
Thus the viability of the project
Can be justified before implementation
In order to avoid wastage of money and time.
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Being Oneself At All Times
I've been protected by deceivers.
And they did not know it.
Since they attempted to convince others,
As to who they believed I was...
That doing allowed me to be free.
Free to be the me I am.
And those who had deceived,
Are the ones today being watched closely.
I call this my method of...
Being oneself at all times.
It never fails,
Whatever the perceptions.
Leaving those who are close,
Kept even closer.
People have a way,
Of expressing their beliefs.
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Nothing Left In You To Believe
Cleverly done,
But your tactics are insignifcant.
The battle you've started,
Has already been won...
By the showing to those stunned,
How deceived they have been.
And how ashamed they feel...
They have allowed those who were trustworthy,
To be crushed under the feet of deceitful people.
Those believed to have been,
Upright...
With their self righteousness.
And just too correct to question!
As a plotting was done,
To create with sensation...
An installation of devastation.
Cleverly done,
As you engineered division and hate.
But your tactics are being erased.
By those who have grown tired,
Listening to debates that over-rate fear.
With a wish people buy this,
To have you direct the flow of their tears.
Eyes are opening and they can see...
Everything they believed,
Has been one lie after another...
You have gleefully fed to feed.
Cleverly done.
But you have unravelled,
Your own demise.
And your lies can no longer support,
A forgiving salvation.
There is nothing left in you to believe,
That others can see or deeply perceive...
Has been sincerely touched,
Within a place in your mind...
That knows anything about loyalty, love...
Devotion or trust!
Not by what you have allowed to happen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Voice Of Choice Is Their Own
When a game of catch up,
Believed can be played to be done...
Is initiated by some who think,
This battle against time can be won...
Is a matter of choice?
Their minds are stuck!
Listening to one voice.
And that voice of choice is their own.
And there is nothing in this world,
To convince people like this...
That their resistance in a stubbornness,
Has nothing to do with enemies or terrorists.
The ones witnessed being victimized,
Are they who perceive doing what they please...
Ultimately results to their benefit.
And there is a mindset of folks who think life is a joke!
With a listening done to one voice!
Not yours or mine,
By choice.
Just one voice and that is their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Practices Abstinence
There's always talk about...
The getting of sex.
There's always talk about...
An innocence to protect.
And there's always talk about...
What children will do next,
If they don't ignore temptation...
And practice abstinence.
Who practices abstinence...
When the meaning's lean on doing.
And who practices abstinence...
When we're marketed to be teased,
To please...
The senses,
With a pleasure to release.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
There's always talk about...
The getting of sex.
Yet...
Who practices abstinence.
Yet who practices abstinence.
There's always talk about...
An innocence to protect.
Yet...
Who practices abstinence.
Yet who practices abstinence.
When the meaning's lean on doing.
And who practices abstinence...
When we're marketed to be teased,
To please...
The senses,
With a pleasure to release.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Experienced
Deciding to finally be direct...
After years of beating around the bush,
May be a refreshing step for you.
With a mind hesitating,
In an outdated point of view.
But for those who now could care less...
What from them you expect.
Your steps taken,
To see the forest 'and' its trees...
Has left you alone,
In a reality once accepted...
As those observations,
Came then too quick.
To take as they were.
Inspect and leave.
Since for many what you perceive,
Is a reality lived,
And gone as it was believed.
What 'was' no longer exists.
Today changes have become,
Complexed.
And in these times that continue on...
You may find what's next for you too perplexed,
For someone like you...
Who's not experienced in being direct.
You will find that reality you have has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Language
Common Language
The common language of Earth and galaxies everywhere,
is Soul Language, which sentient beings all do share.
Share their thoughts about conflict and strife,
bring back “peace” and end killing of life.
Life of course cannot die,
but can be needs to be respected, cherished and not denied.
Like Peter of Galilee,
was speaking Soul Language to 1,000 people times 3.
They all knew what he had said,
Pilgrims followed the teachings in which they were lead,
and became followers of The Way,
teachings for daily living of Jesus on that Pentecost Sunday.
Now nations of Earth can speak from a common ground,
hear the purist voice in the purist form without a sound.
Soul language has the presence of the divine,
it’s wisdom is used in Soul Language all the time.
Soul language can heal the conflict of the nations
Of Earth, make had a new world view in it’s rebirth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 19,2011
www.purplepoems.com www.christinasunrise.com
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Today I Shine
From the struggles of yesterday, today I shine
I have climbed from the ghetto that had me blind.
I was scorned by the curse of black stereotype
But my life has changed and today I shine
Just like the Diamonds of Africa,
Today I shine
I would not look back at my dark past,
Its lessons have taught me a whole new path,
A path though rough, the end is clear
Because my life has changed and today I shine,
Just like the Diamonds of Africa,
Today I shine.
I am stronger today than yesterday,
Because I'm on my feet, not on my knees
I have a voice and I would speak out
Because my life has changed and today I shine,
Just like the Diamonds of Africa,
Today I shine.
I have traded my rags for brand new robes
No more begging or free-loading.
When I walk in the court, you'll hear "All rise! "
That's because my life has changed and today I shine,
Just like the Diamonds of Africa
Today I shine.
Today I am what my ancestors couldn't be
A judge in the court as you all now see,
One thing I know, my conscience is free
I will always hand down a fair penalty.
That's because my life has changed and today I shine
Just like the Diamonds of Africa
Today I shine.
poem by C. Albert Andrews
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How Do You Maintain Such a Meticulous Appearance?
Yes sir...
I will keep this brief.
In your most recent press conference,
Prior to this one.
You had stated a correction made,
To the previous BS you fed us.
Are we now to understand,
That the current BS reflects...
A more concised effort,
For immediate implementation?
Or are we to wait for an appropriate effectiveness,
To be delivered.
And will that expected corrected BS,
Satisfy as promised and expected?
'Good question!
Let me be perfectly clear about this!
Any BS delivered by this administration,
Will be the best BS we can orchestrate.
And...
Don't confuse this with just ordinary BS.
Consider this BS we are working on...
To benefit like no BS has in the past!
I'll take just one more question.
That gentleman sitting next to that light skinned woman,
Of mixed heritage in the third row up in the balcony!
Your question? '
Yes sir...
Thank you for this opportunity.
And I am sure I speak for the majority.
Your pecs?
How many times a week do you work on them?
And...
Because our national security is priority,
How do you maintain such a meticulous appearance?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Benefit Of This Is Missed
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
Yes.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
And...
So much exposed has people sick.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
And wish they do for peace and quietness.
It's better with a benefit of it!
Yes.
So many are lost for many reasons.
And destroyed by the cost of losing innocence.
Many wish for a taste of more sweetened seasons.
Wanting to reminisce,
A beneift missed.
People wish to unlock their doors to explore.
Remembering when there was an innocence of this.
Many are seeking a life to live adored.
Knowing how beneficial and wanting this more.
So many are lost for many reasons.
And destroyed by the cost of losing innocence.
Many wish for a taste of more sweetened seasons.
Wanting to reminisce,
A beneift missed.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
Yes.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
And...
So much exposed has people sick.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
And wish they do for peace and quietness.
It's better with a benefit of it!
Yes.
And the benefit of this is missed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Language
Common Language
The common language of Earth and galaxies everywhere,
is Soul Language, which sentient beings all do share.
Share their thoughts about conflict and strife,
bring back “peace” and end killing of life.
Life of course cannot die,
but can be needs to be respected, cherished and not denied.
Like Peter of Galilee,
was speaking Soul Language to 1,000 people times 3.
They all knew what he had said,
Pilgrims followed the teachings in which they were lead,
and became followers of The Way,
teachings for daily living of Jesus on that Pentecost Sunday.
Now nations of Earth can speak from a common ground,
hear the purist voice in the purist form without a sound.
Soul language has the presence of the divine,
it’s wisdom is used in Soul Language all the time.
Soul language can heal the conflict of the nations
Of Earth, make had a new world view in it’s rebirth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 19,2011
www.christinasunrise.com www.purplepoems.com
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Time, Mother Nature And Patience
If it was possible for many,
To turn back the clock...
It would be returned to that time,
They found within themselves...
A choice to choose with ease,
That taste to discredit someone's deeds.
And decide then to say nothing at all,
Instead of create an atmosphere of deceit.
But that opportunity for them is not meant to be.
Since time has a way,
To reveal the truth for what it is.
And for those not living it,
As they now hoped they did...
Would not find themselves,
Not only exposed without credibility.
But also without places they can run and hide.
After denying any involvement,
In the implementation of their wicked ways.
Time, Mother Nature and Patience...
Seem to have been closer in their association,
Than many were led to believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Times
New times. new times. new times.
Good morning. good morning. good morning.
Im the guard. at one time
This was rather pleasant
The poets they still had to muse
Over the classicism of clean shoes
But who today still knows a button stick
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
The girls would lie down before us
First one went dancing, then behind the bushes
Today you have to run through twenty places
Get drunk on saccharin and methyl
And then you still dont get them that far
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
Now take it easy there in the early morning
Who arrives but the brethren from the press
If somewhere there lies a cadaver
Or something is foul in the state
You can be sure that a writer is not far behind
With his excellency I only say:
Hands off the literature
The laurel wreath one gets today
Second hand so to speak
>from the old empires stories
Sold underhand at the alexanderplatz
With all the wigs and costumes
Twitching from the shoulder one is informed
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
New times. new times. new times.
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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There Is Nothing Like An Observation
How I know today times have changed?
People no longer laugh,
When they believe they have those 'things'...
That those who have not will never get!
Now today those who did not 'have',
What others 'had' and laughed...
Are less concerned,
About having their 'things' repossessed.
Like those with their noses,
High above their puffed up chests.
Or having their precious pretentions devalued,
Like those who used the have nots...
To validate the purpose of their foolishness.
How I know today times have changed?
There is nothing like an observation,
That details a bringing to another their reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Giving There's A Benefit
To have awakened is a good thing to be!
And I have learned,
In the many years it has taken me to do it...
That the being there for someone else,
Will not automatically be interpretated...
As an appreciation to be shown one day,
With a reciprocation known that's received.
I have learned,
There will be many taking others for granted...
With a doing which is believed,
A duty to misuse someone dependable.
Until a reality hits and a doing this is missed.
And a waiting to sit by a telephone,
Wishing to hear it ring is a familiar sound gone.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.
To have awakened is a good thing to be.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to misuse.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
Those who give are not desperate.
Oh yes I've learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Language Of Love
I want your flesh and blood
And to feel your heart pumping hard
I want to tell my story to your eyes
I want to watch you react
To me baby
Maybe Im dreaming
I got to do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Shes my great obsession
And the girl likes me too
I think she has the wrong impression
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe Im dreaming
I better do something
We might be on the same planet
But talk different tongues
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe Im dreaming
I better do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
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Little People
Have you ever noticed when looking into a baby's eyes
The child seems to know more than you and is wise
At times I wonder if they remember life of a previous time
And know all downfalls of our world and every crime
I wish that I could be exited for the life they will explore
But in reality I rather hide and close my door
I wish I can protect all from indifference and neglect
To preserve the innocence no one has damaged yet
What could I say to prepare them for life
Without gutting the truth with a very sharp knife
Should I be honest about all evil and pain
Or let them go into reality taking later the blame
I hope they will have loyal friends one day and thrive
Without thinking a cliff may be the answer and dive
I want to create a wall of protection around every black hole
And build a 10 foot fence of barb wire around their soul
Have you ever noticed the wishes for a new born child
All carefully selected and plentiful compiled
Right there not one person feels sorrow and is afraid
For all the other little people growing up in the shade
I want to collect and protect the ones that are already here
But no matter how loud I shout it - people just overhear
So my message is to you right now, and today
Save the ones we already have - without second thought and betray
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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The Language Of Love
I want your flesh and blood
And to feel your heart pumping hard
I want to tell my story to your eyes
I want to watch you react
To me baby
Maybe I'm dreaming
I got to do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She's my great obsession
And the girl likes me too
I think she has the wrong impression
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe I'm dreaming
I better do something
We might be on the same planet
But talk different tongues
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe I'm dreaming
I better do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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