Nutless
When a fool of faded relevance,
Makes offensive comments...
And then defends his ignorance,
With excuses.
He exposes a mentality,
Indoctrinated by those who suppress...
Nationalities already oppressed!
He proves himself to be the one to distrust,
As a spokesman to entrust...
The flourishing of faith and hope!
A castration he speaks...
To further digress his own people.
Preach to downtrod in secret utterances.
He is not unlike so many demented,
Desiring to see his own kind defeated...
And mocked to continue to bleed,
Their scorned identities and diminishing dignities.
He is the deceiving S.O.B.
Who is the one nutless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mentality of One's Ignorance
The mentality of one's ignorance,
Is often fed from birth.
One's environment exposes them...
To a comfort they grow to thirst.
People of limited securities,
Are the first to label and compare.
Uncertain of their own identities...
They use status and class,
To separate themselves...
In communities as if others are diseased.
The mentality of one's ignorance,
Is often fed from birth.
Beliefs and standards are subsidized,
To qualify one's worth.
And the ones who are at a disadvantage...
Aren't the ones who are depicted as poor!
The ones whose lives are victimized...
Are those who take from others,
With a quest that feeds a need for more!
And unsatisfied with their own lives...
They refuse to respect other cultures,
By imposing their own,
Upon foreign shores.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud to Have Themselves Treated Like Children
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
I give them credit for putting that label on me early.
I had always been a maverick.
And accused of not being down to Earth.
You know the kind...
Blind by accomplishments,
That provoked and stirred.
You know the kind...
Proud and dignified.
From the ghetto but bestowed with self worth.
You know the kind...
Trying to be somebody,
When those around me...
Were satisfied to be clowns and jerks!
Enacting sterotypical images,
Without self motivation.
Or identities to exert!
You know the kind...
Those who complain about their lives.
And proud to have themselves,
Treated like children.
And disrespected like dirt!
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
Look around you!
Those that are accepted...
Have neglected themselves.
And are totally conditioned to live fenced in!
Undisciplined with no respect.
For themselves or anyone else!
As they are taught to appreciated their own neglect!
And this is what they believe,
Are their true identities they wish to perceive!
Fed to them as they crave and eat!
And skillfully done...
With a purpose to ignore,
A welcomed self defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out of Relevance
Out of relevance.
Out of having any influence,
Period.
When does it become collectively witnessed,
That what had been done...
No longer is effective?
When does it in heads click,
Something about their approach...
Has to be re-examined.
And quick.
Especially,
If nothing is accomplished.
And that is not wished to be achieved.
A nothingness is there...
And 'that' can be believed.
However...
When are the signs going to stop,
From being ignored.
When are those who say they have faith...
Going to begin to have that faith explored?
Out of relevance.
Out of having any influence,
Period.
They did this to themselves.
And their excuses are as tired,
As those who have grown sick to listening to them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Is Clearly a Winner
He has been declared a loser,
But his appearance has been felt.
And those who would like to see him defeated,
Have exposed themselves to be who they are.
And what they have been!
Without showing their reflections at all!
The voices they have kept hidden,
Now loud in objection
Have shown those around the world...
That he is a man of integrity!
So many had given up hope,
That one like him actually existed...
On shores where crooks,
Stood high and mighty in the limelight!
He may be declared a loser,
By those who choose to view him that way!
However...
He is clearly a winner to millions,
Who have grown tired of watching thieves succeed!
And the greedy bleed the needy.
Creating a downslide...
That has been gaining momentum,
For decades!
And they wish that he should fail...
To continue their ignorance.
With a hope and a desire that it prevails.
But none of it inspires!
That is why that too soon expires!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Kind Of Fool Love Makes
Anyone can read the sign
Or the writing on the wall
Its all right there to see
Except someone like me
Who cant see the truth at all
It takes a special kind of fool
To stand out in the rain
Somewhere in between
Nothing left to lose
Nothing to be gained
(chorus)
What kind of fool does it take
To go on loving alone
Like theres some answer in the ruins
Some silver lining to be found
An even bigger fool might think
That you would care if my heart breaks
Before the time that I admit
Im just the kind of fool love makes
A wiser one would see
Nothings gonna change
Theres a time for giving up
A time for letting go
To learn from our mistake
But I keep holding onto hope
In spite of everything I know
What kind of fool does it take
To go on loving alone
Like theres some answer in this ruin
Some silver lining to be found
It takes a bigger fool to think
That the dawn will never break
On this day that I admit
Im just the kind of fool love makes
On this day that I admit
Im just the kind of fool love makes
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Will All Eyes Suddenly Find They Are Wide Opened
Once upon a time...
Communism was a threat,
To the best of a quality of life...
Flourishing by those,
Who opposed the spread...
Of a controlled existence.
Now the ones who own the debt...
Are esteemed with high regard,
And shown respect!
Will they also say,
Those today depicted as terrorists...
To a way of life outsourced to feed the greedy,
To have people endorse their diminishing standards...
Bleeding from deceptions achieved.
Will they too be granted the dignity of an apology?
Or will those tricked,
Still adopt conflict...
As a means to express their brotherhood?
With a fellowship...
Even the founding forefathers,
Said as they battled...
One day a life lived in peace should resist,
The foolishness of conflict!
Or...
Will all eyes suddenly find they are wide opened,
In the discovery they have stood by
To cheer their own defeat!
As their resources become depleted,
By those they chose to follow...
Like sheep slaughtered to uphold false dignities,
Preached by those who leech upon their blindness.
To leave them kneeling with a hindsight deep in regret.
Controlled by their own ignorance,
And outrage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thank You
I express my thanks to all,
Who offer their comments...
That are analytical,
With indepth perceptions.
As writers we all are 'connected' to what we create.
At times we assess with critique we feel is best,
To uncover 'identities' we believe, infact...
Are the writers' personalities.
And most times 'conceive'...
What we read leads us,
To the core of a writers' mentality.
I express my thanks to all,
Who offer their comments...
That are analytical,
With indepth perceptions.
And many times humorous,
That ushers the writer,
To incorporate and open...
Other selected directions.
I thank you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chubby Mugs
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is endearing!
And to do this and feel entitled?
Clearly mentally and physically,
Handicapped...
Are these folks who do that.
Although those who choose,
To be politcally correct...
May become upset by others expressing,
Their direct assessments.
That seem harsh and openly stated,
With a degree of disrespect.
However,
The ones with their chubby mugs...
Are offensive to the eyes.
As well as to those who are health consciously wise.
If people are adding pounds their bodies don't need,
Who pays for this...
Ultimately?
You and me.
We have to step aside to have these FAT folks,
Accomodated unnecessarily!
And there are already enough excuses made,
To raise and pocket taxes!
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is something to be endeared?
And to do this and be entitled too?
At 'my' expense?
As if looking like a bloated float,
Is something to prove?
With a diminishing of what I value?
And that is my good sense...
I had to experience with my 'own' ignorance?
I simply do not think so!
Living waddling like this,
Is not the right way to go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Faith of Baha'i
We cling to multiple identities;
Such identities impel us to show
Loyalties based on identities.
Multi-loyalties bring conflict in us.
Loyalties propel us to side or fight.
Religions and politics take much toll.
Language and territories are not behind.
Racial identities still raise their heads.
Leave identities; leave loyalties.
Both tell that you are led by prejudices.
A world community formed without them
Is what Baha'u'lla'h preached as his faith.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Kind Of Fool Love Makes
Anyone can read the signs
Or the writing on the wall
Its all right there to see
Except someone like me
Who cant see the truth at all.
It takes a special kind of fool
To stand out in the rain
Somewhere in between
Nothing left to lose
And nothing to be gained.
What kind of fool does it take?
To go on loving alone
Like theres some answer in the ruins
Some silver lining to be found.
An even bigger fool might think
You would care if my arm breaks
Before the time that I admit
Im just the kind of fool love makes.
A wiser one would see
Nothings gonna change
Theres a time for giving up
A time for letting go
To learn from our mistakes.
But I keep holding on to hope
In spite of everything I know.
What kind of fool does it take?
To go on loving alone
Like theres some answer in the ruins
Some silver lining to be found...
It takes a bigger fool to think
That the dawn will never break
On this day that I admit
Im just the kind of fool love makes.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Alankar(Decor) -56
Why (Novelinee)
How could you do that-
With bonding image of untruth
Blinding me just flat
Make-belief is your way smooth
I suppose I've been a fool
O'er the years-with blind trust
More decades've passed so cool
'A honey tongue' I thought to entrust
But 'a heart of gall' to distrust
poem by Indira Renganathan
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God Has Such Amazing Faith
We talk about believing in God
Believing in lies believing in truth,
Being a living sacrifice, putting our full trust in something that we
Cannot even see
But man, God is the one who really has strong faith
How does such a being, full of power, trust us?
He had a legacy, He sent His only son to the world
That Son was His hope, His pride, His joy, the world's very Savior
And yet that same Son was crucified
And then He died
But through power He rose again
And gave that power, that exceeding gain
To us.
We have that Spirit
But God entrusted his legacy to mortal man
There is no evidence of the resurrection
That evidence is Jesus Himself who is seated on the throne
The Only evidence we have is the Holy Spirit
God's faith in us amazes me
That He'd trust a fallen people, not only with such power
But the legacy of His Son, His legacy.
That He'd entrust us to spread His gospel.
I can scarce believe that God had such faith
To leave the only evidence of Jesus and His resurrection
In the hearts of men
Thank you God for your faith and trust
It's hard for us to put our faith in You, You who is powerful
You who is merciful, You who is loving.
But in all your great mercy and love
You put your faith in us
To spread that gospel
To use that power
To continue the legacy
To listen to the Spirit
To make disciples
To live
Because before You
Before Your sacrifice
Before the new heart
Before the redemption
Before the forgiveness
Before the healing
We were all dead
So thank You God
Thank You for having faith in me, even when I doubt you
Thank You for having faith in us, when we're a skeptical people
So thank You for the cross
I'll
We'll continue that legacy
Your Spirit, God, You, will be the living and strong evidence
That you are powerful, that Jesus rose from the dead
Lord God
I'll
We'll carry this Spirit to the ends of the earth
Because YOUR love, YOUR grace, and God YOUR FAITH
They give us strength
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Mistaken identities
Prejudices come from mistaken identities.
Faith and belief stand from mistaken identities.
Actions are taken from such wrong identities.
Victims are mounting without a recluse.
02.09.2012
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Gun Toters
Does a madness...
Labelled as it is and justified,
Continue to protect the rights of those...
Clearly crazed with ignorance.
And sending signals of racist intent.
With given and granted sentiments,
To do things documented...
As a tradition,
That is becoming more demented!
Gun toters define for themselves,
What is liberty.
By the rights to wound and maim.
And make claims of self-defense,
A government amendment...
They uphold,
And have not gone against.
With a purpose to hunt anything that is deemed,
Game for sport
And other games supported...
To distort,
Reasons to sell...
And cavort if licensed.
An unapproved I.D.
Could get one a weapon...
Over the internet easily.
To market on the street...
In exchange for drugs.
Or something even more devious,
Secret and discreet!
Does a madness...
Labelled as it is and justified,
Continue to protect the rights of those...
Clearly crazed with ignorance.
And sending signals of racist intent.
Be granted sentiments,
To do things documented as being demented?
Some laws followed today,
As rules in dusted books...
Were clearly devised,
At a time when geese would fly...
At shot by Quakers.
Seeking meals to satisfy!
Now reasons to keep guns under pillows,
Mattresses and near to the bed...
Says a lot about insecurities.
And the fear in people's heads.
They get no sleep...
Awaiting a prowler instead!
Gun toters define for themselves,
What is liberty.
By the rights to wound and maim.
And make claims of self-defense,
A government amendment...
They uphold,
And have not gone against.
Only to witness their children die...
From needless accidents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Had to Try
What are you doing?
And why are you doing this?
What is the reason behind it?
'I've decided you are right.
I'm tired of arguing.
And it has become pointless to fight.
I'll follow your lead.
Since you've said you have clearer sight! '
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'I have no idea.
That would be up to you.
Wherever you take us...
I'm sure you'll follow through.'
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'I guess we'll have to wait to see,
What your leadership proves to be.'
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'Are you afraid to lead?
Is that the excuse that you choose? '
Uh...
Uh,
I've grown accustomed,
To critiquing your moves.
I'll be alone in leading.
There will be no one but me,
To make decisions of what I do.
The others will not like me.
And mistakes I might make.
What if I do make a few of them...
And excuses then I can't fake.
'I see!
But it was okay with you...
To see me suffer and bleed.
I am not accustomed to pain at all.
And I am not afraid to lead.'
Then...
Why don't you continue doing what you do.
And I'll stay where I am.
Since that will be easier for me,
To keep the others confused.
'No...
You go ahead.
I want to see how you handle the abuse.
Eventually you'll get use to it.
And the sacrificing too! '
But I am no leader.
'Neither am I.
But someone had to make forward moves.
Someone had to try.
Someone had to rely on faith.
Even though alone they may have cried.'
Wow.
I didn't think of that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erace
How I hate
When people chose not to vote
Like why did we have
The Civil Rights movement?
So you could sit at home
And complain how the wrong
Man won that race
So many people fought
ERACING the lines
That other's dare not cross
Just so you could have a voice
That you could use to make a choice-
How I hate when people
Of color and others
Use the 'N' word
As if most of them knew
Where it came from
How they should ERACE that word
From their vocabulary
That once mocked their ancestral family
And when others from another race
Use it- it's not a matter of usage right
But why continue that 'White Hate'?
Did you know that the origin of the 'N' word
Is Latin-
Yes indeed because I did my research
And even before that
I opposed the use of that demeaning term-
How I hate
That racism still plagues
Over our society
Like a cloudy sky
That won't let the sun shine
And even in these times
People are refused jobs,
Because of the shade of their skin
How people should be made
Color blind
If thats what it takes
To ERACE the hate
And those who
Discriminate-
How I hate
That even after some many years
After all those
Marches to ERACE
All that wronged our society
We still must deal with the ignorance
Of so many around us
And that's not to discredit
All the progress made
But facts are facts
And until that 'hateful mentality' isn't
ERACED from those minds
The cycle of racism and hatered
Will still arise
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Without a Smidgen of Maliciousness
Like most people in the same mindset,
A belief is indoctrinated within them...
That whatever they do and wherever they go,
Their actions and deeds are 'always' correct.
With ears closed and mouths open,
A narrow mentality from them you can expect.
But don't rush to pass judgement on them.
These folks are without a smidgen of maliciousness.
Like all trained pets...
Doing nothing more nor nothing less,
Than what a limited vision accepts.
This is the existence for them that is best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For your faith
Leave me upon the cross to bleed
Leave me in the tomb where I rest
Let me begin from the beginning
Where nothing is everything
& my faith is blank
Like a piece of paper torn
Between this and that
& left as ash
this is where I will rest
Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get
Leave me aflame on this stake
Leave me on this rope where I hang
Let me tell you the story
From where I am
& my faith remain blank
Ripped of my pride
& robbed of my design
Left with nothing
For your faith
Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get
Give me to your gods
That I forsake
For there is nothing
They can create
To give you faith
Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get
Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get
Leave me in the gas chamber
Leave me on my throne
Let me tell you the end
Of this twisted story
Where everything is nothing
& my faith is blank
poem by Codykye Callaghan
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Addiction To Self Hatred
People who make excuses for themselves,
Will always seek opportunities...
To cry out injustices against them have been made.
But a lack of discipline and respect shown,
To themselves and others...
Have been condoned to take a backseat,
To allow their self inflicted indignities heard...
With a loud outspoken outreach of this served.
As they continue not to listen and react like beasts,
While continuing the act to despise their own kind.
With an expectation of this sought and taught to keep.
And programmed they are to have this kind of mind,
While confined to limitations worshipped to abuse...
An addiction to self hatred uncompromised to diffuse.
Or... be moved from depths of this ignorance accepted.
Since a tolerance of it has been protected as a reward,
To achieve as a reflection of who and what is represented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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