Observed for what It Is
There is one thing about dissension,
And those in positions who continually present it.
Their pretentions of doing away with its effects,
By showing the negative aspects of it kept...
Is at best,
Re-enforcing.
And when this is observed for what it is...
As those caught up in the promoting of its negativity,
It becomes quite clear to me...
The intent.
The intent is to keep those mostly affected...
Emotionally incensed, embittered and bothered.
Although expected they are to be forgiving.
Knowing they have been given free tickets,
To review their disparites staged.
With a marketing to those unconscious well received.
And this is bought, bittened and chewed to digest,
On a daily basis to achieve expected effects that create...
A sickened misguidance of the use of theater space.
And a waste of its resources done...
To impose the manifesting and class structure of ideals.
And if it isn't? What else is it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Damaging Tongues
Pursuing as has been done...
A delight they have taken in destruction.
Those walking on darkened paths...
Character assassinating to undo someone,
With their damaging tongues...
Are the very same ones responsible,
For all that which has to everyone come.
Direct or indirectly.
Label the facts of this as something existing,
As a myth driven by a negativity if you wish.
The proof has been in the pudding.
And has been dished relentlessly and imposed,
By those with nothing but jealousy and intent to circumvent.
As their comments are mentioned through their sickened lips.
And within distance or not...
It isn't easy for one conscious to dismiss the effects of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIX: In Their Eyes
You don't intent to be modest
You don't mean to say those white lies
You just don't want to be judged bad in their eyes
You don't intent to be friendly
You don't mean to chat a long
You just don't want to look ugly in their eyes
You don't intent to be strong
You don't mean to show power
You just don't want to lose control in their eyes
You don't intent to be brave
You don't mean to take the role of hero
You just don't want to appear weak in their eyes
You don't intent to be obedient
You don't mean to do all the orders
You just don't want to be considered a threat in their eyes
You don't intent to be professional
You don't mean to follow the rules
You just don't want to be seen indifferent in their eyes
You don't intent to be kind
You don't mean to give a help
You just don't want to raise suspiciousness in their eyes
You don't intent to be generous
You don't mean to be involved in any relation
You just don't want to be outsider in their eyes
You don't intent to be honest
You don't mean to tell the truth
You just don't want to be the one who should be responsible in their eyes
You don't intent to be forgiving
You don't mean to forget every mistake
You just don't want to be called cruel in their eyes
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Done With Intent
There is something to be said,
About being deeply hurt.
Doesn't it seem that those who perpetrate...
Are quick to apologize for their actions.
With no clue as to whose feelings have been attached.
Without a hint as to who has been affected,
By their...
'Oversight'.
If something is done intentionally.
It is done with intent.
To provoke.
And to inflict one's wickedness.
Only the blind would miss the intent of this!
Being apologetic for one's conscious misdeeds...
Still does not erase those acts that have taken place.
The victim is the one that should be forgiven,
And shown much gratitude...
For being blessed not to express a retribution.
And letting God handle it!
Showing this to be remarkable strength with faith applied.
And not retaliating like fools do.
There is an Omnipresent Deity...
Also doing with intent on more majestic levels.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It Faithfully That You Do?
If you are not that one to awaken,
With affirmations to confirm in meditation done...
A life you would like to live,
Free of negativity that you would like to leave,
Since you claim for you this is not welcomed.
Have you started with a discipline,
On a daily basis that anyone can begin....
To open your mind and clear it from decline.
What is it faithfully that you do?
With a choice you choose?
Besides complain with regularity.
And a decision to be abused,
By an attraction to negative thoughts,
Only you give attention without this mentioned.
As you refuse to release as you awaken from sleep,
To let go with a determination to free yourself.
What is it that you wish to prove you can show?
An attachment that enhances your acceptance?
To who and to what?
And why?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Art Of Life
If anyone believes,
The one standing alone...
Taking the heat under spotlight,
Runs the show...
Hasn't met the director or the producer,
The manager, assistant manager.
The script writer, agent, publicist...
And a host of others behind the scenes.
If anyone believes,
The one standing alone...
Taking the heat under spotlight,
Runs the show...
Doesn't know theater.
Or who calls the shots,
To enable any light to shine
And be spotted anywhere.
Theater is staged.
No matter whose name is on the marquee,
To sell the tickets.
Theater is staged.
And the best acts are trained to fill the seats.
If one knew theater,
One would know the art of life.
And the importance of having not only a good director...
But one with the bucks,
Who can keep the production afloat long enough to seduce...
Is the key to selling an audience sold on what they see,
Until the curtain drops to signal the end of the performance.
Taken from its natural habitat to be staged,
The art of life...
Is only theater to delude and to captivate believers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The drowsy effects
Liqueur is sought
For its drowsy effects
Rather than for its
Early electrifying effects.
Woman is sought
For her drowsy effects,
Not for stimulating effects.
20.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Spreaders Of Negativity
The spreaders of negativity now as ever are not rare
And that the World is ruled by negative people we are only too aware
With wars waging in some Countries and poor people to be found everywhere
And so much financial hardship and unhappiness in the bigger World out there,
The World is ruled by negative people and their weapon for to cling to power is fear
And 'tis only negative stuff from them we ever do hear
For to cling to power they create fear and division of their promotion of us against they
We'd be better off without their type as leaders that's how I feel anyway
We will never know of peace in the World as long as negative people hold the power
In a garden that is ruled by weeds you won't find any flower
As long as negative people are in positions of power peace we will never know
With them as our leaders mistrust between us and those different to us grow
The spreaders of negativity with us do have their way
They only cause division would that seem fair to say?
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The Wall ("Loop Message")
....we came in?"
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the
show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow.
Tell
me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to
see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have
to claw your way through this disguise.
"Lights! Turn on the sound effects! Action!"
"Drop it, drop it on 'em!
Drop it on them!!!!!
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Send All Of It Back
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
I've comprehended mistakes,
And misunderstandings done.
No longer am I in punishment,
For mending those wrongs I've overcomed.
Forgiveness was given.
Apologies received.
Purpose, reason or causes of effects...
I am not going to research with consistent regret.
To persist to saddle dead horses to beat...
Are issues others may wish to revive.
But myself I will not weep in sobs...
To keep revolving,
Pain I've resolved.
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
What happened in times passed...
My heart refuses to get involved!
Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.
And will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forest Of Berries
The forest expected it, the woods create,
A storm has arrived with the leaves;
Wind blew and created, the leaves turned,
Bellies adjusted to the food.
What were berries? The berry is wonderful,
For the strawberry is the best.
A forest of leaves crazes me, as no other,
Never in too many lives does it create.
Tomorrow it lies with leaves and more,
The best berries are for me, the law;
When are you expected to dance?
The hour is near when the berries are present.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.
It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Effects Of A Secret Leaks
The effects of a secret leaks.
And those trusted with it,
Claim to now feel threatened?
By what?
Their guilt?
If a secret leaks to achieve the expected...
Why would those unknown,
To have kept the secret...
Between themselves,
Feel 'now' their identities will be exposed?
To who, what or whom?
If a mission successfully has been accomplished...
Only those chosen,
Should be invited to celebrate the outcome.
Unless some are feeling slighted,
Because they weren't invited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Temptation To Be Teased
Hopeful and forgiving.
With a wish to remain positive...
Can produce the correct effect,
If a concentrated effort...
From just one mind is projected.
The selling of negativity,
Has increased in volumes of it sold.
There are more willing to accept this direction...
Than there are those remaining brave,
With a faith that is bold.
Hopeful and forgiving.
With a wish to remain positive...
Can produce the correct effect,
If a concentrated effort...
From just one mind is projected.
With a commitment to release from it...
That temptation to be teased.
That temptation that creates,
A believed remedy will instantly...
Premanently please.
'Not so.'
Say those who know,
That a reaping of negativity...
Sewn,
Is what can be expected...
For one to see flourish to grow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Inclined To Be Most Radical
Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?
Intellectuals sitting back,
With theories and graphs...
To compare demographics,
Of those who might be lacking...
In social skills and tasks,
Have no answers when asked...
Why such acts are rising fast...
In their own backyards.
Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?
And those who pass their judgements,
On those who have less...
Are themselves most emotionally affected.
And yet...
They are the ones,
With their research completed and studies done...
Trying to convince their outlooks on life are practical.
But observation of these disturbing events...
Proves to anyone witnessing,
Who are the ones with common sense...
And who are those inclined to be most radical.
With a rampaging done they do to be excused.
'But isn't what you do a passing of judgement? '
If you and I sat here observing this with silent lips,
Would what is viewed still exist?
Or will our ignoring it...
Assist it in becoming less effective and fade away?
And 'if' it stays and increases...
Will I then be passing judgement?
Or be thought of as less patriotic?
Because it then becomes a condition of society.
You know me!
I only see what it is.
Not what it aint.
With a censoring done by those pretentious.
To claim 'negative' observations,
Are made by those embittered and disgruntled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Years Have Now Passed
I was a young patriotic Black man back then.
Wanting to protect 'my' country.
My neighbors.
My family and friends.
When I enlisted into the military!
And when I was 'released'...
Wishing to return to those,
I helped 'free' from the enemies.
I was treated like dirt!
As I observed a clarity of selfishness and greed.
With the same intent that still continues.
As if my efforts...
Even to me made less sense!
And I try not to stay embittered.
Since many years have now passed.
As have many of those comrades I knew...
With remnants lying and now perhaps rotted,
Under manicured grass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's a Wonderful Day. Isn't It?
Pretentions got the best of you.
Remember...
My foolish accusations,
With an embittered negativity...
Would eventually be 'my' downfall?
I believe I quote you specifically.
In 'my' world...
I continue to feel blessed and grateful.
In 'your' world?
Well...
There seems to be a lot of 'reality'
You may need soon to acquaint...
With an acclaimation of your daily activities.
I need not be around for the festivities, however!
I am sure you'd rather be alone when the stunning comes.
And I say that with as much 'positivity' as I can muster!
Without the slightest hint of hustle and bustle,
You might want to add to your steps.
And...
May I add,
This smile that I show and expose...
Is genuine.
Ahhhh...
It's a wonderful day.
Isn't it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The first thing I do when I read a part is see if I can identify emotionally with a character. If I make that connection, everything else is just working on knowing their life circumstances and manifesting those through practice and research.
quote by Joshua Leonard
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More Difficult It Became To Be Objective
For many years I did my best,
To be objective.
With attempts to reject...
My own introspective thoughts.
Or be perceived as being,
Subjective in my perspective.
And yet be expected to accept.
But having experiences,
Kept me reflective.
And more difficult it became,
To be objective and remain...
Emotionally disconnected.
Especially when I became more affected,
By being the subject of much insensitivity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Used As a Proposition
Quoting words from written verse,
Does not make one great in intelligence.
However,
It does prove one's capability to focus.
Those who marvel at others who can read from text,
In a process that recycles a pioneer's best.
May reveal a brighter light,
With a continuance based and built upon that subject.
But those who create with innovation,
Are the ones reduced to obscrurity.
Leaving those to insist,
They've taught themselves to feed.
And without the trees some will claim,
They can also breathe.
To ignore them daily and their complexities.
Without an expression of gratefulness given.
It is easier for one to thieve...
Metamorphically speaking.
In beliefs that a recognition can be used as a proposition...
Once a renovation of a foundation has been done.
To manifest an accepted regurgitation,
One is unable to full digest or comprehend the origin.
Yet is deserving of an expected merit,
For the changing of its original appearance.
But the basis from which it was laid,
Still stays.
Unchanged.
And taken for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expected As A Practiced Custom
When people accept and believe,
It is okay for them to lie...
They will approve of all,
And everything else they do...
Without showing any remorse.
And of course today why should they?
Especially when what has been done,
Is expected as a practiced custom...
That reflects a learned and social tradition,
No matter whose lives are affected by disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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