Obedient To Subservience
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
A subservience inflicted had been intended to restrict,
Those teased although strickly limited.
And yet today,
The ones who stood in the way to delay and prevent...
Opportunities meant for everyone,
To taste...
Have been from them taken away.
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
But those who insisted to exclusively greed,
Have discovered they regret such a selfish need to feed.
Obedient to subservience,
Has come to open the eyes of those self serving...
With an overwhelming permanance,
That exposes a blindness hindsight can not remove.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimate Since We Met
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And intimate since we met.
A magnetic attraction we cemented.
First with our eyes,
Then to our surprise we kissed.
Feeling that tingle between us,
With a need to be together...
To explore more of it!
And we have been intimate,
Since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it!
To experience this without regret.
So blessed we are,
To share this added spice.
That increases in our happiness,
Each of us knew.
But did not expect...
Could reach and climb to further heights.
None that we dreamed of.
Or planned to invite.
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And did not expect...
When we met,
Could reach and climb to further heights.
Further with no intention...
To be this intimate,
Like this intimacy we have is meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying That It Stays
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
With an advocating of it that will not see an end.
And praying that it stays to forever exist the way it is.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To remind those who sat but now on their feet...
How remaining down to Earth to 'him' this pleases.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And many wishing to be 'Back Home' again.
To walk those rural roads bare foot to visit neighbors.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To then drive away in a recently purchased Mercedes.
To live in comfort and tax free; rewarded for a job well done.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And the only thing that is wished,
Is that their children remember from where it is they came.
And proud they would be of them if they did the same.
'Why are you so critical of the people? '
~Oh...?
So what I observe is NOT accepted? ~
'It's the heritage and the culture,
They wish kept preserved.'
~I see.
How stupid of me to view it any other way.
And here I am thinking all of this,
Has no historic value to them that benefits.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Out Of It Than In and Under Spotlight
I never intended to master subservience.
And respect I find difficult to give,
To anyone incompetent.
That makes little sense to me.
I know the difference between child's play,
Work and having relaxing fun...
Doing nothing at all but chilling out!
Without one concern to worry about.
I feel freer than many who are attached to things,
With such an obedience to keep them.
As if those 'things' were limbs extended.
To express a level of achievement.
And the more I pursue dreams,
With a wish to fulfill each one.
I find I have become more strict and limited,
Than those who speak of their conservative ideologies.
And that is a frightening premise,
Coming from one who claims to be a nonconformist...
In appearance.
As not to conflict with a given physical image.
Hey...
It is all showbiz.
Busy giving show!
And being serious about life,
More out of it than in and under spotlight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged on Status and the Superficialness of Looks
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
Drugged on status and the superficialness of looks.
Giving themselves over to bad diets without insight...
With a lack of discipline,
That now has caught up to each one of them!
Addicted to worshipping false gods and 'things'.
Believing confessing 'sins' will produce for them wings.
Distorted by their own reflections,
They believe their neighbors envy!
And sickened by myths...
To limit the lives God has blessed them with,
They sit reduced to produce their own sorrows in ignorance!
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
And none could care less,
How to spell 'shallow' or address it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Doing That Pleases
Never will I be caught up,
In the following of limiting beliefs...
My curiosity and well being,
Depends upon subservience and grief.
With restrictions attached to pretentions,
Of being humble while servicing others...
To not offend their insecurities!
As one of God's many and diverse creations,
My duty is to be 'all' that I can be!
And...
I will.
With a doing that pleases my Father's wishes,
To witness and see my life succeeds...
As soon as I recognize I am capable with abilities,
To soar with a leaving behind doubt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirty Irving
He once could care less who felt what.
And he strutted with such arrogance.
He had struggled to get up off his butt!
And he became cold as he grew older.
Exposing a boldness.
With a chip on his shoulder.
He sought the weaknesses of others,
To remind him of those he had!
He showed no empathy to them at all.
He thought the worse of them.
And this made him glad.
Dirty Irving was a hustler.
He knew the street quite well.
Dirty Irving was quick,
To call anyone a bitch!
Hiding the fact...
He himself was bewitched.
Bothered and quite insecure.
Feeling he could endure,
A self imposed hell.
Dirty Irving met his match.
Someone like himself...
That was detached.
But that attracted him!
Like a sin delighting a whim.
And dirty Irving became deserving...
When his desires were from him kept back!
He exposed his heart and the depth he had.
He pleaded to be given...
Temptations that drove him to the edge,
Believing he could not be driven this 'mad'.
And one day dirty Irving decided to abandon his ways.
Dirty Irving found himself serving subservience.
Victimized by sex and drugs!
By the one who kept him 'whipped'.
And treated him as a possession.
As a slave.
And dirty Irving stayed that way.
Like a puppy who now obeys!
Today wherever dirty Irving is seen...
His 'master' is nearby.
Knowing who commands,
Dirty Irving's dreams!
And it seems this is the life...
Dirty Irving appreciates and likes!
'Subservience? '
Who knows?
Maybe he's a bottom kind of guy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Let Time Be Wasted
I intended to,
But I didn't...
Finish what I started yesterday.
I intended to,
But I didn't...
Promise myself I would stop procrastinating.
And...
I was almost there,
Until an excuse got in my way.
I intended to,
But I didn't...
Take that walk,
So to others I could say...
What it is 'they' should do,
To not let time be wasted...
With a getting nothing done,
If something to do was intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Want My Heart to Be Yours to Break
You want some of this.
You want some of that.
You want everything you wish,
To carry in your backpack.
You want my tears to display a sensitivity!
You want my heart to be yours to break.
You want to take my love...
Even though what you give is fake.
You want me to crawl at your beck and call.
But I am not available...
For that subservience at all!
Not today.
I've given myself that time off!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We need worship for our spirit, fellowship for our soul and committed subservience for our body.
quote by Larry Norman
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LVIII: Intention
Can I ugly cry like that when it intended to be lie
Can I easily talk like that when it intended to be lie
Can I bark mad like that when it intended to be lie
Or will I set my poker face to smooth my intention to lie?
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Begging Bone
You're just like a dog with your begging bone
You're always chasing psychos down those rabbit holes
You like them the best cause they are dangerous
And they get off on you in your subservience
What can I do to make a monkey out of you?
I can't keep you wild and loose
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Dependence begets subservience and venality, suffocates the germ of virtue, and prepares fit tools for the designs of ambition.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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For my own part, I had rather suffer any inconvenience from having to work occasionally in chambers and kitchen... than witness the subservience in which the menial class is held in Europe.
quote by Harriet Martineau
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Spiced With Choice Ingredients
Feasting on ethnic heat I feed.
Spiced with choice ingredients!
Disqualified I'm declared...
To breathe air my birthright brings.
How foolish these things swing back and forth
In the minds of those
Discouraged by my lack of subservience!
My ancestors did not wilfully play in bondage!
Not of my blood.
Not of my composed heritage,
That leaves me here today with dues paid!
You 'may' criticize my stance and flair for life!
That's just the tip of my arrogance!
I don't owe you anything...
And that's the joy I have!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Nothing From Their Greed To Learn
There are those,
Holding onto false hope...
The days of their materialistic ways,
Will return.
With nothing from their greed to learn.
And sad they are who pray to God...
On bended knees,
Pleading...
For opportunities,
To feed their selfish needs.
And demanding with a faith that's fake...
As if God is just 'there'
To deliver and please!
As if God is 'not' the Creator.
An 'entity' absent of thought.
Without knowledge of their misdeeds.
The Almighty knows...
Everything on this Earth that is done.
No matter if 'we' decide...
To open or close our eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Missions To Befriend
There are people who have had a need,
To create their own subservience.
It gives them a sense,
Of feeling powerful over others.
With a taking away from them discreetly,
To boost their own egos with an ability to steal.
After pretending they are on missions to befriend them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masters Of Their Own Subservience
When people have to be made,
To see and be convinced...
That the keeping of other human beings,
Stifled and oppressed AND limited...
Does not for them or anyone,
Increase or produce long lasting benefits.
There is nothing like the proving of it,
With a leaving them alone in their own ignorance.
To have them finally awaken to discover,
They've made themselves masters...
Of their own subservience.
With a dieing that tries to leave a few in control.
But of WHAT?
Creation?
When it is their own creation they seek to eliminate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love ends in anguish
Man is concerned for woman’s body not her love.
Woman is concerned for man’s love, subservience,
And comforts, and least his body.
Each one is selfish and ends in anguish.
29.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Raised To Have False Perceptions
Don't look at me as if,
You are on a weekend excursion...
Visiting the local zoo.
I know you have limited experience,
Being this 'deep' inside the 'hood'.
But know this...
I recommend you keep your delirium,
Down to an unnoticeable minimum.
How quick and easy it is for those rich,
To attack with their attachments to restrict...
Those limited to opportunities,
To then label their activities as lazy welfare recipients.
However...
Have you ever thought of it?
No one accuses those dripping with values materialistic,
As being thieves, deceivers or opportunists.
To have networked their capable abilites...
With a discreet smugglimg away,
Resources squeezed to leave those bleeding...
To then have them betrayed to allow a portraying of them,
As poor uneducated and less advantaged people.
'How dare you speak to me with such insolence? '
How dare you perceive me to be stupid?
'I...
Just happen to have been raised to have false perceptions.'
I see.
So this removes you from any blame or responsibility?
'I am a philanthropist.
And I donate with a giving of my acquired wealth,
to selected charities around the world.'
And 'how' did you acquire your riches?
'That is none of your business.
Just fill out the application,
If you are seeking any funding from me.'
Do you recruit extremists who have nationalistic wishes?
'What?
Who is the caretaker here,
I shall hold responsible for your crude behavior.'
We are currently seeking a new zookeeper.
With the hopes those projected funding caps,
Are appropriately matched to the ones discovered...
Fit those needs you have requested.
'And you?
Who are you.
What is your position? '
I've been assigned to adequately agitate.
'And must I say...
A job well done.
Do you have a résumé? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Obedient, Respectful Daughter
our daughter
if nothing else
is so respectful
of her elders and so,
consequently,
she is obedient
why, just the other day
her teacher asks
in Nature revision:
What do you call the outside of a tree?
and my little girl so honest
which is something else she is
confesses her ignorance
Bark, Susan
says the teacher
offering the answer;
and Susan
ever obedient and respectful
she goes:
Bow-wow!
Bow-wow!
Oh, our Susan
she’s so respectful and obedient
we’re so, so proud of her
poem by Raj Arumugam
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