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Of a Higher Consciousness

They would not give them the time of day.
Dismissing their appearance,
And every word they would say.

Then one day came along,
To elevate their importance.
And corrected beliefs that were wrong.

Now those who had been dismissed...
Are treated as if they are treasures and gifts,
To the world.

And since they've always known that,
They manage to keep their humbleness intact!
Choosing not to return the disrespect,
To them for centuries had been hurled!

They were of a higher consciousness!
While others were of gluttony.
Concerned with getting their pockets filled.
And egos to splurge with unhealthy butts that got fat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Left To Do To Be Done

No one voices their opinion,
Until an escalation of an ending begins.
And they make a collective noise then,
As if what is said should make sense and is heard.
Yet,
Disorderly conduct is all that is observed.

And those who came to warn them of misgivings...
Leave this scene without a mumbling word.
There is nothing left to say.
Nothing left to do to be done...
In a way that stayed obeyed!
So they lower their heads and pray.
Choosing to take their peace of mind,
And walk away while there is still time.
Some folks use their trivialities...
As if these are what is wished to find,
As a gold mine.
A self reflection had not visited their minds.
And that is the discovery of this sadness,
Had and has reached its full!
They choose to leave behind.
A higher consciousness to those promised...
Has been witnessed from them to be dismissed.
And ruined 'gifts' are left to sit,
And shared in disrespect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnificent and Glorious

We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.

Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!

We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.

Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.

We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!

Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entities Ineffective

No one wanted to sell a ticket.
Or hand out a flyer to promote their talents,
To induce an influence.
And strengthen foundations with identity!
Their minds are not of that quality.
A potential for greatness,
Came.
Gone.
And by them missed!
But they each wanted to get paid...
For time they had spent,
Dismissing this event.
Getting together to socialize instead...
And this 'selected' intention,
Was not initially meant!
It did not sit inside their heads.
Not for this production.
Or what it required and would represent.
This production sought sweat...
With a message of intent.
It was beyond a hobby.
There was a hidden meaning within it to be sent.
But their ignorance did not realize that.
They could have showcased their skills to the world.
And that was not fiction!
That was indeed fact!
An historic undertaking was about to unfurl!
Yet they kept a gaze on their pockets.
Proving their minds were stuck and locked.
Blocked within egos that did not stop.
And no one understood,
That challenge that came to knock.
Or how God had provided them with 'gifts',
To raise consciousness!
They do not get this connection then!
That is why they remain...
Entities ineffective now.
Maintaining a sustained,
Subservience to shallow greed.
A need to complete yet leaves unfulfilled!
Although thrills at that final curtain bow.
Mintrels collective of paid but vacant deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Was About A Lot Of Money

If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.

And if it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness attached to common sense.

If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.

And if it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
My eyes wouldn't cry when I see these scenes.

If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.

If it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness to instigate.

If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.

I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets each and everyday.
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets up and run the other way.
If it was about a lot of money.

If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
There wouldn't be a single word I would say.
I wouldn't have concerns or feel this way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismissed With Secrets

They did come.
And in time,
Chased away by slander.

Bearing food coupons,
And other certificates...
To shower them with gifts.
It was decided amongst the people,
They did not have an accepted presence.
So they were treated rudely and dismissed.

Carrying maps where treasures were located,
Those berated left...
Because they were not dressed to impress.

The others who wore suits and ties.
And in 'After 6' attire...
Continued on in their façades,
In unspoken wishes...
There was a feast to feed,
Where empty place settings sat.
At least crumbs to lick on vacant dishes.

Even though they looked the part,
Hunger and desire to eat...
Did not treat them to satiate one bit of that!

And many among them chose to dine on pretentions.
Daring not to mention,
A nourishment missing...
Would increase an added spice to their lives!

And those dismissed with secrets,
Were not the ones bowing their heads in shame!
Those dismissed with secrets,
Offered their services to those receptive.
The ones who left behind,
Their days of playing psychological games.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does Not Measure Up

They leave themselves penniless.
And thieve on allowed greed.
Bankrupt themselves on bad loans and credit.
And have fed themselves into a diseasing gluttony.

Their decadence is marketed.
Sleazy sex aids and other remedies...
Are given prime time,
On national TV.

Disrespect is expected.
Discipline is,
Not what it use to be.
Today no one knows how to spell the word.
Or know what the word today should mean.

Some believe it means drinking diet coke at a feast.
And those who perfer pepsi,
Gouge themselves but claim to eat little meat.
Trying to convince themselves,
Not others.
Who clear the sidewalks,
As they wobble up and down public streets.

And they gather to meet,
To discuss their displeasure...
Of a new leader elected.
Who does not measure up to their expectations.
Nor does he they claim...
Have interest in protecting their messes.
Or their dwindling treasures.

'And the agenda is...? '

~I'll give you a clue.
You are not a priority.
Does that answer satisfy you? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addiction Transmitted

To what degree
Should one accept
Repeated nonsense to please?
Especially when it becomes a pattern
One does...
Thought to be acts,
Others love.

This is disrespect neglected.
Performed and done...
Until it is perfected.
These become excuses...
So induced they are not dismissed.
But no one should settle for treatment like this!

Yet it happens!
Until this addiction transmitted...
Like an affliction severed,
Is either healed, corrected and/or fixed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disconnections

No one will treat me anyway that they wish...
With beliefs I have become addicted,
To their nonsense overblown with foolishness shown.
And get away with it to petty my feelings of a relationship.
No!
I did not grow to flow in those directions.
I don't crave the feeding of those disconnections.

If I have not given reason,
For anyone to suspect I have been neglectful...
To then give them purpose to disrespect me?
Something in my mind erases their appearance in it.
Immediately!
With a moving forward that I do knowing time is precious.
And to leave behind the denseness of a mindlessness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beliefs

I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way

song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beliefs

I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way

song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIX: Human

In this world everybody is said to have right to live
But to be treated as human sometimes killing the human inside
In this world everybody can love anybody they like
But to be treated as human you can’t fall to the wrong person
In this world everybody has special gift
But to be treated as human all should meet a cliché standard
In this world everybody stands in the same position
But to be treated as human the order comes first before the law
In this world everybody could hold any religion
But to be treated as human nobody should have another God

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Esp

Dark is the night
High is the fire
Touches the sky
Love with no shape or form
I am in your minds eye
Just let your dreams run wild
Somewhere, out across the nation
Someone, waiting in the shadows
Listen, I dont wanna hear
Return to, sender
Calling, I can see the future
Someday, signal with a single motion
Show me you believe in someone, somewhere
Oh baby you, you give, me
You give me the runaround
Just another night, with, you
Youre on my mind
And we got love
And lovell take you higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher
(chorus)
E.s.p
I communicate with you
Tell me what it means to feel
What am I supposed to do
E.s.p
Nothing any words can say
Nothing that we know is real
But itll take your breath away
Your breath away
Danger, suddenly an early warning
Suddenly the soul is burning
But I still believe in someone, somewhere
Baby you, give, me
You give me the runaround
Just another night with you
Im in your mind
And we got love
And lovell take you higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher
E.s.p
I communicate with you
Tell me what it means to feel
What am I supposed to do
E.s.p
And lovell take you higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher
Be prepared to make your sacrifice, tonight
Far beyond the point of no return, oh no
And we got love
And lovell take you higher and higher and higher
Higher and higher, higher and higher
(repeat chorus)

song performed by by Bee Gees
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I Say Thanks

To the return I say thanks,
To some of the stains is peace,
And a language begins to melt,
To bend in worse categories.
We felt importance on the day we met,
Yesterday, was there importance?
It yearly changes, the love changes annually,
For the nights are years, against my years,
Against my look and appearance.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Treated As If They Are Losers

Those who learn and return,
With an outreaching sought to teach...
Those less fortunate.
And this becomes a commitment wished.
A respect should be given.
But this they don't get!

Many are treated as if they are losers.
Or accused of having tremendous egos.
To flaunt in public.

And these same people,
When they choose in frustration to leave...
Are said not to be concerned,
In giving their expertise in those communities in need.

A coming together as professed,
To provide those neglected...
Is a periodic chant heard from those preventing progress.
And those who have been forced to turn their backs...
Are attacked in tongue lashings,
By hypocrites trapped within their own ignorance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Reason And Rhyme That Connects

No one should assume,
They know someone so well...
As to take their expression of concern,
For granted.
Or believe they have stopped doing it,
Because that person is in an attitude...
And has exclusively to them shown this.
For no apparent reason.
And they have expressed this 'moodiness',
Before in the past to them.

If someone is taken for granted like that,
With beliefs that have not been validated.
But has been treated indifferently as time progresses,
By those with unfounded beliefs they hold onto...
They can also assume,
That a concern once expressed...
Will not again be addressed,
By someone who has stopped caring...
Less,
What it is that they believe.

Eventually those assumptions held in their minds,
Will connect to find...
Someone that has been dismissed,
To them has been genuine.
There is a reason and rhyme that connects,
To everything with time given it that takes place.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stolen Profits

A hustle bustled to hush dissension...
Has crush those voicing,
Differences of opinion.

Folks have become perturbed,
By what to them has been done!
Clear evidence of corruption is observed.
And shatters the nerves of everyone stunned.

Warnings of these events were dismissed and ignored.
As the backs of the middle class...
Have been broken like those already historically poor.

And all of this could have been prevented,
If the few did not concede...
To uphold the needs of the filty rich and greedy

But those hypnotized by materialism...
Chose to fill their pockets,
With an increasing ease to feed gluttony...
And their guts!

Caring less who would be left with nothing...
Until a crisis touched their collective butts!
Now a quick fix to end their addictions has been submitted!
But no one wants to sacrifice and quit...
By producing restrictive limits,
That examines how this 'rut' began.
And put an end to it!

With nothing remaining that exists...
They wish to sustain standards they value!
As if an entitlement gave them rights to it!
When all of it had been stolen profits.

'Assets never existing...
Can not forever be assets declared! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dipped and Greasy

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Many praying that the buffet will stay.
Many praying that they'll find another way,
To supply more condiments...
And remove the after dinner mints.

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy fingers licked...
Are slowly from us fading.
And those lips smacked,
Are begging for the buffet.
But a gluttony once loved...
Is slowly from us fading away.

Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

They once were licked with ease,
But those fingers have no buffet.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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BiG MiStAkE!

A few months have passed
And not a word have you said
Nothing left to last
Just a bunch of horrible memories stored in my head
Why have you treated me with such hate
You're cruelty has reached the top
And when I realized it was too late
There was no way for you to stop
Anything you say or do will never make up for all you've done
And every time you treated me that way..I kept thinking you've won
But no, no more will I accept that from you
Since now i know what I must do
I will never treat you the way you've treated me before
Not less will I ever do so and not even more
I’m not going to hurt you, I’m not going to do the same thing you've Done to me
But now I know what to do in front of you and what person I should be
I know ignoring you is the only way to start your pain
I know the way to start it and drive you insane
People like you don't deserve to be treated with respect
You'll seriously wish that we've never even met
And after that you will see
That the only thing you've done wrong was leaving me

poem by Marria Attar
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Would You Like to Participate With Us

Would you like to participate with us,
During our global meditation?
Many of us are striving for a higher consciousness!
And we are going to do this the first of the year.
At 12noon!

'Excuse me?
A higher what?
Consciousness.
Oh, I'm conscious all right.
Ain't nuthin' wrong with my mind!
Naw...
Ya'll go 'head with that mess!
Since...
That's yo thing not my thing and my thing ain't yo thing.
And you and them that do those things think ya'll all that!
Well..
My feet is on the Earth,
And I ain't got time to waste on nonsense!
I ain't 'bout to raise 'nuthin' no time soon!
I ain't got time to waste on that! '

So, that is a no?

'That's yo thing not my thing and my thing ain't yo thing.
And you and them that do those things think ya'll all that!
You better come down to Earth and be real! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Recitations Unfolding

Activate the best of your spirit.
Recharge it as it sits on low 'vibe'.
Fight within to stretch...
The potential of your talents and gifts,
You get from inspiration.
To help lift this pause...
Of a redundance you cause.

Participating in exchanges...
To expose your mental limits,
May be amusing to expose a youthfulness...
But does not lift to challenge,
An eroding comprehensiveness.
That one elects not to flex!
Fearing a higher consciousness,
Perhaps not accepted.

Or an absence of a sameness,
On might regret!
That one retraces and traps,
To remap!
From a storage of images,
And unexpressed mental clippings...
That lacks or triggers enthusiasm!
And one forgets,
How 'that' is attached to happiness!

Activate the best of your spirit.
Let it explore and not bore others with it!
A maturity of mind,
Has been confined as you define it.
And observed...
As it wastes time unwinding,
Recitations unfolding a molded familiarity!

Don't do that to yourself!
You reveal a disrespect that's kept,
In shallow misunderstandings you let seep...
And keep stifled!

Don't do that to yourself!
You reveal a disrespect that's kept.
Activate the best of your spirit.
Recharge it as it sits on low 'vibe'.
Fight within to stretch...
The potential of your talents and gifts,
You get from inspiration.
And one forgets,
How 'that' is attached to happiness!
To assist in lifting this pause...
Of a redundance you alone have caused.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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