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Once That Is Allowed To Begin There Is No Ending

I stay away from those who make excuses for themselves.
Once that is allowed to begin there is no ending.
People like this do not seek cures...
But endure with the sharing of their sicknesses.
And the more those empathic comments arrive...
An attention sought is obtained.
In the hopes of spreading universal negativity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Begin the Ending of What?

The lines for battle
Have already been drawn.

And those committed,
With pledges to defeat...
Enemies to conquer and win.
For the purposes of a victory,
To boast about with upheld chins.
May come to do it.

But what has been proven?
That this can be done,
Again and again.
To begin the ending of what?
A satisfaction?
Blissed without distractions?
Or a race of one people...
Who already show they know nothing,
But expressions of hatred.

To begin the ending of what?
To begin the ending of what?
To begin the ending of what?
To begin the ending,
Of what?
Demented beings?
Lost and powerless...
Against programmed machines.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Don't Find 'Anything' to Pick

If you want to critique,
At least make some sense of it.
Just don't find 'anything' to pick.
With beliefs you'll get a piece,
Of public attention.
That's if you want to critique!
If not...
Make your comments less dissective.
With a negativity,
That leaves your critique...
And your intentions suspected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not 'Feeling' You That Way

Please...
Don't make comments,
In expectation
For any to be returned.

Most times I have nothing to say.
And feeling forced...
Delivers an immediate divorce.

I do what I do for the love.
If it gains attention...
Give it!
But don't bother me,
As if I seek comments from you to mention.
I don't!
I am not 'feeling' you that way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation aside, if people get better at these life skills, everyone benefits: The brain doesn't distinguish between being a more empathic manager and a more empathic father.

quote by Daniel Goleman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Blinded On These Misguided Missions

Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.

Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.

But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.

Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Then Leave

The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.

Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Universal Traveler

Universal Traveler - Air
(Talkie Walkie; Trans. by Tish)
I know so many
Places in the world
I follow the sun
In my silver plane
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
If you have a look
Outside on the sea
Everything is white
It's so wonderful
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
I met so many
People in my life
I've got many friends
Who can care for me
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Trust fills everywhere ?
And tomorrow
Is a brand new day
Let's go somewhere else
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away

song performed by by Air
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Not Filled With Depictions Of Angst

There are those who state,
My writing for them is not 'ethnic' enough.
It is not filled with depictions of angst!
Or emotionally committed to keep attached,
To that sought embittered foaming at the mouth.
Like others who look about to remain,
In limitations.

And I have never sought to make excuses,
To live a life I've been blessed to be given.
And many who are disappointed by their existence...
I've never felt cursed to be denied by those wicked.
Those wishing to sell me negativity!
I don't keep myself sold on that.

I've never wished to use my ethnicity...
As a means to gain sympathy,
With beliefs to accpet I was born subservient.
And to this day I can not perceive,
To whom subservient I would be.
I've never invested my time to accept...
'I am better than you are business.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glad This Is Not My Issue

I have never been accused,
Of being patriotic.
Devoted or loyal.
Nor sacrificial to others' needs.

Whether known or not...
These activities,
Do not from other lips speak.

It has never been discussed,
How I would rush to the aid of others.
And entertain them with foolishness,
Just to see a smile come across their lips.

Although I've been called stupid on many occasions.

It has never been expressed,
My desire to do my very best.
Or to implement with discipline,
The tackling done of obstacles that come to test.

Yet...
It has been said,
I think I'm better than the rest.
Trying to impress.

I have heard comments stated in my face,
To berate what is I've attempted to do.
To then have it said...
I do what I do to seek attention.
As if there is something I need to prove.

'Can we all say, Lun-a-tic? '

And the more I value the quietness of my peace,
In a privacy I seek to protect...
I hear it said that I am lonely, eccentric and seeking friends.
And a public attention is what I address.

As I age,
I thank God my time has been spent...
In the validation of those things important.
And the sharing of events with those loved who are close.
If I had not...
I would not know whose life it is to live!
Or which of those with mental illnesses needing focus the most!

I am glad this is not my issue.
And I've got them too.
But not on these levels.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Editing Has Been Done

To eliminate a sentence,
To make a paragraph more accepting...
Or censor a comment to make an issue less
Affecting...
May for some
Be what is needed to overcome
What is regarded as a topic
Not accepted or approved by those
Who review comments said by one!
But my editing has been done,
To accomplish what I have begun.
If what I say has been rejected...
I'll find my own exit when I've been shunned!
I'm here to enlighten not seek applause,
From everyone!
And if it has been decided
That my comments have divided,
I'm sure that something said...
Will enter the ears to stay in one's head!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Opening and Not An Eye Closed

Isn't it ironic,
That those comments made yesterday...
About the economy nose diving because of greed,
Were comments mentioned then to have a negativity.
But today...
Those same comments heard,
Are from the mouths and lips...
Of those walking up and down legislative hallways,
In Washington, D.C.

AND ironically...
Those then depicted as mavericks,
Were shunned and isolated.
Today?
People of 'prestige'...
Are announcing their 'maverickness'.
Their intolerance for waste.
And a marketed decadence,
They helped keep in place.

It is all ironic.
But does not astonish...
Those who have a consciousness,
That has been mind opening...
And leaves not an eye to closed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses

Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses

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Voice Of The Apostle

while laying in my bed one night, i saw such a beautiful sight
an angel came to me and whispered in my ear ever so gently.
do not be afraid my child, i have been with you for a long while.
deep within you there is a task that must be done.
the lord has chosen you to be the one
to spread the word just like so many have done before
it will be your job forever more.
the lord is tired of seeing death and destruction every where
and not many people who really care.
destroying all the beauties of the earth.
the grass, the trees, the ocean blue
it was given to me and you.
not so it can be destroyed by the hand of man.
now it's time to take a stand.
the cures for all the sicknesses are given to us at birth
it is here on this earth.
cures are found all around, even deep in the ground.
we cannot continue destroying what the lord has given us.
this is the reason that he sent his son.
so that in our mind we could see
what he has done for humanity.

poem by Louis Rams
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Too Late to Compensate For It

Vanity suffers missed opportunities.
It can be compared to one's preference to plastic.
When crystal is available!
But being aware of it may not be known.
A pretense of it is shown.

Even children rarely pay attention to substitutes.
And they rebel the enforcement of it.
Once a truth is nibbled...
More is sought.

The information may be there.
But the presence of it...
Seems to be delivered in uncertainty.
And efforts to shove something of value,
Down folks' throats...
Provokes public scenes.
A falseness is immediately depicted.
And a control is lost!

Ignorance is not bliss.
That rumor should have never been allowed to spread.

When unattended discipline is blown out of proportion...
Expect chaos.
It has already been baited to arrive.
But many in denial are dieting on delusion.
Believing a reality can be sweetened to a preferred taste.
Research occurs.
And statistics are gathered.

To be vain represents a 'missingness' of something.
If something out of the ordinary is viewed as unusual...
And this screams out for help but goes ignored?
With an intention that escalates?
Like a selfishness that stares in one's face?
And more of it goes out of its way to be fed?
With it seen everywhere as a valued standard?
Trouble is not too far behind.

In fact for many it has already climbed over the fence.
Attacking those defenseless.
With hopes to protect themselves,
With the same tired excuses!
And self examinations become offensive.

And from the core of its beginning...
Truth and the reality of it,
Has been so misunderstood,
For what it really is.
And too late to compensate for it!
Or debate it to further irritate those irate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birth of the Warrior

Respect. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Control. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Power. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Love. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Joy. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Peace. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Sought from the source external.
Robbing another, and in turn robbing the seeker.
Another protects theirs, as the seeker protects his.
In the quest, it is given away to another, with nothing returned,
The seeker loses themselves.
To put another before self, is to find one self.
Yet, the seeker must protect what is theirs.
Though it must be shared, as it is found for this purpose.
It is that, which is shared, that can never be stolen.
It is the gift.
Not to be given, as one who gives, expects it back.
The gift that is given to one, cannot be shared by many.
The gift must be protected.
For those starving from within, will get a taste,
Not realizing that they have their own.
They just have yet to harness it.
The power lies within.
Yet, within lies, it lies.
It is when the seeker respects themselves, they can respect others, and can share respect.
When they can control themselves, others respect will respect them.
They then find their inner empowerment, and now need power from no other.
The battles you endured, you are courageous.
The demons you have battled, you are fearless.
After many defeats, you rose and became victorious.
The seeker is not a victim,
The seeker is a champion.
They have conquered the battle from within.
Many battles lie ahead, they can reflect on the battles past.
Now, the warrior inside is born.
Fight on!

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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transcendental Happiness

perfect happiness is really hard to attain
trust from other people is too difficult to gain
How can I be happy? How can i make myself in joy?
Can you just stay by my side? my darling, my boy?

supreme jubilee is too long to seek
we can't have our own happiness if we don't start to voice out! to speak
we can't blame people for being lazy, being timid!
they can't attain nirvana if they are so stupid!

in my own, happiness is attained by people who are giving and sharing joy to others
remember, no one can find the secret chambers!
Chambers that leads us to nirvana! to paradise
be responsible to find the joy! that's my best advice

being happy is one of my priority!
solve for my never-ending insanity
perfect happiness is there on god's hands
we can have it if we obey his commands!

perfect happiness comes in most tragic situation
like i said, happiness is hard to find! I still need to seek for solution!
what have i done? ah! help me, please!
help me to build new histories!

yes! i can sense the success! the happiness' progress!
now i know what it feels, your touch, your caress!
eternal happiness is found when i'm with you!
when your coming, doesn't know what to do!

poem by angela Tenorio
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The Goodness Factor

The goodness factor,
Has all but disappeared.
A few still in practice...
Are all but publicly jeered,
As sneering remarks loud and clear
Make attempts to smear,
With stained and tarnished hopes...
To harvest for those listening!

What is it that is dreamed and wished?
The goodness factor can and does exist...
For those dismissing grief and sadness spread.
Let them go in dreadful service,
And serve upon those treasures sought!
They will arrive for those who seek to feed.
Those who recognize and receive...
Blessings witnessed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not At Your Expense. But Mine

That's strange.
And I am glad you brought the subject up.

You're not the only one who has said,
I have a tendency to others down.
As if to selectively pass judgement.
And,
Ironically enough...
Those who have said that,
Prefer if I kept their masquerading flaws...
And blemished insecurities they choose to keep hidden,
Under pretentions they believe discreet.
Left desperately closeted,
From anyone speaking about them.
Those not so 'cliquishly' involoved in their profiling.

I agree.
And I do not see a positive thing about it.
But tell me this...
Who actually benefits,
From the abundance of it I see?
Or is it just an accepted way of life,
Wanted to flaunt on socialized 'trips'...
That has its own uniqueness I am missing.
Is this some kind of fashion statement...
Only known to those,
Participating in this region of the country?

It is not like it is a secret.
Unknown to media moguls, entertainers...
And those snapping out of their mental,
And physical addictions.

Or is it,
And this you might agree...
Is it,
That when I am not around...
You make it a point to mention my comments,
To over emphasis them with negativity...
To help generate your own following?
Is that what you do?
Because I have noticed you do that with skill.

But...
Not at your expense.
But mine.
Although...
I don't make my comments to gain attention.
I just observe and make statements based upon fact.
And you?
You name dropp and exaggerate with impersonations.
As if to mock is your profession.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life of Love and Service

All I have to keep me going:
the beauty of creation
sharing love with the
mind body and soul

a single vision of heaven
a future of never ending
present moments
lifetimes of god's memories

the darkness and the light
poetry and portals open to
otherworldly dimensions of
god's imagination

buffet of choice to fill life's blanks

family friends
universal languages
laughter song
therapeutic support
open lines of communication
to teach to learn to participate
in the sharing and spreading of
infinite information

A life of love and service
always staying mindful to the fact
we are in presence of something far
greater than ourselves,

never taking for granted the miracle gifts
beauty has bestowed before our eyes
What more can we ask of our lives?

Life's struggle in
learning life's privilege
and knowing how to act accordingly

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Inbred Ambitions

I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.

Today people want to participate,
More as a whim to socialize and network.
And when they stroll in late,
With excuses to make...
I am not one to appreciate it,
With a subtle delivery of comments.

And coming in smacking on gum!
And carrying snacks?
My discipline within I keep,
Will not allow me to tolerate that!

And 'please'...
Do not hold up other people's time,
By a display of 'theatrics' that lie.
That kind of disrespect,
Will get a direct sign I am more than upset!

I am clinical when I sever connections.

I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.

Today...
People are living to get the attention.
And wanting to get paid to display,
Both lack of talent and a depth of feeling...
For the craft!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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