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On Flesh Branded

Prestigious,
Are those ties to bind kept.
Those sworn to be professed,
In a separateness.

To award with symbolic,
Images on flesh branded.
And meant to keep them above the rest.
As if they've been given,
Rights to digest a magnificentness.

And these folks like pests,
Have infested neighborhoods.
To implement a mental illness.
Leaving a shredded unity.
And yet they have beliefs.
Tied to a materialistic,
Bond that diseases.

But like an addict on drugs,
Minds like these are limited.
And do no good within restrictions,
That rot as they sit.
To eventually perish...
With meaningless lives lived,
They've chosen to inherit.

'Have no other gods before ME! '
Sayeth The Almighty.
Collector of ALL Souls.
'If you do...
Never will you enter MY Kingdom.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Collector of Headaches

It is not a matter of rejection,
To leave behind those enclosed
In a limited self perception.
If someone you know,
Has chosen that route to go...
Wish them your best!
What they do should not find you,
Without a peace of mind
Accepting unrest!
Or confine you to continued requests...
That they should value a life,
With more to digest!
Leave them alone.
Unless you are a collector of headaches,
With a need to surround yourself with pests!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definitions That Evolve

As is now defined...
Time and our minds change.
So do definitions that evolve,
To erase and lift limited restrictions.

Leaving us to redefine meaning.
And why we exist,
To fable our lives lived...
With a fictitiousness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost

I did not come from a place,
To have my credentials certified.
With proof I qualify to be limited.
To then sit and become upset by this.

And this may be a disappointment,
To those who believe I can be affected that way.
But I have yet to see anything cemented,
That proves restrictions are fixed to stay.

I did not come from a place,
To have my credentials certified.
With proof I qualify to be limited.
To then sob with a weeping because of it.

Limitations and restrictions,
Are for those who follow them.
As conformists accepted collectively.
To discover they have paid the cost,
With the finding of themselves bewildered.
And lost.
In a professed confessed unity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implemented Craziness

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

People 'say' they pray for peace!
And as soon as they are 'released'
From their places of worship...
I overhear them passing judgements.
And condoning needless wars.

People 'say' they pray for unity,
And brotherhood.
And in most neighborhoods,
There is conflict of some kind.

People 'say' they pray for racial equality.
As long as they are made to feel superior,
Over others of color.
And they are restricted from a quality of life,
That is diminishing rapidly in quality...
And those 'values' they uphold,
Are materialistic and has devastated the economy!

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

It seems as though the more I age,
Those who take offense
To an obvious display of implemented craziness,
Are quicker to defend this mess...
As if it is tradition.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance Leads To Comprehension To Digest

Acceptance leads to comprehension to digest.
To learn and progress with an understanding.
It has to be difficult to achieve for anyone who believes...
A picking to choose their own experiences,
Leaves them with an expanded vision.

And many eventually pay exorbitant fees,
Just to keep their limited perceptions isolated...
And unfulfilling,
To discover their lives have been deprived of adventure.
As others choose their lives to live free of enforced restrictions.

'I'm very impressed you have a PHd.
However...
Why do you leave your shoes untied?
Aren't you afraid you invite a 'trip'?
Or had you thought about this to prevent a fall? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Named And Stamped With A Brand

Limited interpretations,
Appeal only to those who are appeased.
And kept they are to view their lives,
Manifested to accept that which symbolizes images.
And what for them an image represents.
With a keeping of images limited to interpretation.

And if a depiction in their minds can not be defined,
It is dismissed as worthless.
Until a place for it is found to be labelled,
As an entity to be named and stamped with a brand.
To then be sold as a needed commodity.
With a familiar repeating done of subliminal marketing.

'Whew! What a relief.
We thought we had to accept it as is.
Having its own separate identity.
And that would be too mind altering,
For the limits we have set for our beliefs.
And right now we can not afford expansion.
It's difficult enough as it is to maintain 'some' control.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are So Right!

...and on the other hand,
You can not treat people with respect
Who are not accustomed to getting it.
These folks are the first to think,
Someone treating them with kindness unexpected...
Either is weak with no backbone,
Or just a fool seeking confirmation!

There are people around like that.
Quick to attack an emerging smile,
On someone's face.
And do their best to replace it.
Even if it means character assassination.

And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
With disbelief,
No one wants to bother!
And in their neighborhoods...
They can not get enough police,
To protect them from their own ignorance.
Or lack of comprehending,
The reasons for their own blight!
They would rather argue about that...
Day and night!

And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
Even though social dysfunctions...
Should be addressed!
And placed high on the list of their priorities!
But 'that' will never be placed on their agenda.
Nor will the divisional self righteousness,
Of their religious beliefs that keep them like this!
Since they will say...
'God has nothing to do with it! '

And...
They are so right!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disgust With Rust Ignored

Removing tarnish from symbolic images,
Takes an effort motivated by discipline.
And beliefs a quality within them exists.

To demand this be done,
Without benefit to everyone.
Heightens disgust with rust ignored.
And invites a crushing done...
By those who no longer adore,
Being treated as if...
Their efforts can be dismissed.

And the gleam on symbolic images...
Can show they have a glow all their own.
When the proof of that has not been shown,
To those who once had pride...
Believing their ambitions and lives,
Had meaning more than the gleaming of things!

And those valued 'things'
Come crumbling down to the ground.
With no one around expressing concern.
Except those left with unimpressive pretensions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Heaven Is For All Good men

God's Salvation is meant for all mankind;
'Tis not the right of any one great clan;
The Heathens too from Nature, God's code, bind,
Thus, God will be revealed to every man.

Each one gets judged according to his ken;
And so, God's judgment is the best and just;
His Mercy is for sinners and all men;
What love God shows to men he made from dust.

We know of God thro' something we call 'Faith';
God makes Him known in ways umptine, with ease;
The saved aren't just ones who well Creed sayeth;
All men can realize God's mental peace.

God made all men; Heaven awaits all souls;
Nevertheless, God gives each man new roles.

poem by John Celes
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions

If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.

They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.

With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!

These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Earth Belongs to All Humanity

An escalation of hate,
Does not a peaceful existence make.
Agitated by deceit and greed.
And those who believe,
They can enforce conflict...
With restrictions that succeed.

This illness that heightens,
Within those who feel they can impose their rights...
Will bleed a prolonged defeat.
And all will see.
No peace or rest will come to them at night.

This Earth belongs to all humanity!
Not for the few,
Who wish to do as they please!

And very foolish are they,
Who proceed with these misdeeds.
Restless are those with souls like these.
Restless will they be for all eternity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vindictivity-Revisited

Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!

Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!

Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.

Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.

Split from and witnessed,
Are rolling eyes casting glares.
As if these postures...
Warrant the welcome of such childish affairs.
Free from dares,
Are those who choose to live...
Beyond such traps,
That feed those breeding negativity that's shared!

Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!

Vindictivity-revisited in excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose what they do!

Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!

Vindictivity-revisited...
In repeated excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose,
Lives lived as they do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ties

Ties that bind us.
Survive any storm.
Keep us warm
Through winter years.
And icicle tears
Will melt.
When we remember
How we have felt.

Ties that bind us
Ride on any tune.
Lighting stars to the moon.
In that fiery carriage
Of dreams.
Evil schemes
All blown away
When the wind
Whistles our melody sweet.
Shooting stars
Above a lonely street.

The ties that bind us.
Tapestry of the heart.
Woven
Before our souls could part.
Hands that touch
In silent muse.
And rhymes that echo
To defuse
The pain
Of twilight goodbyes.
You see,
You and I
Forever
Will have ties.
That bind us,
Remind us
Of love so new.
Under moonstone skies
Where white dove flew.

poem by Kevin East
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Servants to Endure Unique and Special Sufferings

Attempts to convince God in prayer,
That our distorted outlook of reality...
Is a better point of view to digest,
Than God accepts!
And we stay faithfully,
On our knees making these 'suggestions'.

Leaving those trying to enforce their own beliefs,
Behind.
And stuck stubbornly in a willful distress to manipulate.
Revealing eventual mental and physical distortions.
With an ownership that God has chosen them,
As servants to endure unique and special sufferings!

Choosing to do so as their aspect of free will.
And finding the right scripture to prove their insanities valid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed To See Others Not As Equals

There are times I'd like to confess,
My wish to address those professed...
To be selected 'blessed and highly favored' folks.
The ones who set themselves aside,
As having more knowledge to know...
How to live their lives as The Almighty has decided.
As an excuse to live their lives,
Isolated and divided.

Everyone living is a work-in-progress.
No one lives perfectly in a world beset with temptations.
Struggling to survive these days is an everyday test.
And to claim to be favored from the rest who are tested,
Is the height of a self centeredness...
One believes is freed to see others not as equals.
But as those who 'sin' doing things they pretend,
Separates them with an advantage to pass their judgements.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left to Play the Blame Game

Conditioned to discredit their own kind.
In neighborhoods...
Where one has said,
Folks have lost their moral fiber.
Others who have come to witness this...
Have come to realize,
Those folks have also lost their minds.

Unfortunately...
They have been encourage,
To lose their identity as well.
Their ambitions have been to flaunt,
A foolishness dressed to impress!
In a collected unified distrust of one another.
Not realizing this would lead to communities,
Under duress.
And stressed in their own distress.

With no one left to care,
How or if they correct such a mess.
Since this has been their wish!
Bestowing a self destruction done at its best.
Left to play the blame game...
With no one but themselves.

Pointing fingers!
And leaving them to thrive...
In conditions they've imposed,
But have chosen to see it with eyes...
In blind defiance.
Despising truth,
That confronts them exposed.

But this and who they are goes denied!
No matter who comes qualified...
To tell them about themselves.
Or tries to correct their ignorant lives.
Whether dressed in street clothes...
Or suited up with bowties!

'They just do not get it! '

A mindset this shallow...
Although recognized,
Is best to leave in the hands of those who defend it.
Since those who criticize and become offended,
Are the ones that are ostracized!
The ones trying to mend it!

Finding they are living much happier lives...
Divorced from such division.
Divorced from those in constant criticsms.
And observing this nonsense from the outside.

Living with a peace of mind...
As a decision made.
And feeling grateful and blessed,
In confessions they profess...
They were able to find,
With a welcomed rest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoyed By A Self Inflicting Victim

If someone has done something,
With consistency...
For close to half a century,
And this has 'not' been of benefit.
In fact this has been detrimental,
To the aiding of someone's mental illness.
By those showing a condoning of it,
Empathetically expressed.
And a denial keeps this unaddressed...
By those who professed to be close to that one.
And someone eventually comes not to tolerate,
Another bit of this nonsense that irritates.

Those gathered to come to that person's defense...
Have satisfied a permanent stunting of growth.
With the stroking done,
Enjoyed by a self inflicting victim.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lives Tied In New Family Bonds

bonding is lives tied in family bonds
marriage union ties faith strong loyalties
new bonds consummated born ties

bonding is lives tied in firm family bonds
new bonds consummated born birth ties
marriage celebrations ties strong loyalties

marriage union ties bloodline loyalties
bonding is lives tied new life perpetuates
new bonds regenerate legacy possibilities

poem by Terence George Craddock
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If Thirty Years Ago or Less

It would have been wonderful 'if' thirty years ago...
Or less.
We all had embraced reality as fact and not fiction.

And those who spoke truth were not hushed as mavericks.
And priorities then,
Focused our minds in unity as a mindset.
Instead of a decadence that has trashed.
With conflicts that clash.

To have now a witnessed division,
Depicting a separateness into classes!
So once enjoyed by the masses.

Perhaps none of the current madness experienced,
Would exist to inflict upon our consciousness.
IF...
Thirty years ago,
Or less.
The majority had confessed...
A self examined sadness,
Now professed in regret as is reflected!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonder of His Creations

Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.

I am not here to debate your outlook,
Or your fate!
That has been done,
By an indoctrination you satiate.
And baited to remain...
In a routine that you maintain that sustains,
Your joy!

Nor am I the one to convince,
That a higher consciousness...
Expands and not condenses.
To retrieve and leave those arguments...
Left behind walls and locked up fences.

Subtracting and contracting minds,
As is observed and evidenced.
Since I've already witnessed,
The lack of benefit...
To that restrictiveness.

Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.

I have been there myself.
That is why I have chosen,
The wealth of mind expansion.
Receiving all of God's gifts,
With blessings He delivers.
Without religious affiliation.
Or congregating with those...
Who oppose how I have chosen
To be devoted!

I know He is 'there'...
And so am I,
Here where He has delivered.
And I know the Almighty exists.
Without debating such 'wonder' of His creations.
Or where He chooses to sit,
Within His Kingdom.

So wherever you go to supply your satisfactions...
May you keep attraction them to fulfill your needs!
I am not the one to plead with you,
Which road taken...
Leads to Him any quicker.
Since my insight tells me His presence is near.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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