Only Mental Memoirs Kept
There is going to be a clean sweep.
A complete overhaul...
Of present thinking,
By those who rode...
On a merry-go-round enjoyed.
But now has been stalled.
For certain conditions,
To be employed!
A total restructuring,
Of a thought process.
Coming soon to a mind near you.
And this,
All can expect!
Gone are the days,
Are those having their way.
With assumptions done...
Including less discipline,
To have a life full of fun!
A consciousness that will insist,
Everyone snaps awake.
And overnight this will seem,
To have taken place.
Attitudes about who will do what...
Will have few people,
Sitting on their butts!
With no 'buts' or 'ifs'...
Used for excuses to resist!
A total restructuring,
Of a thought process.
Coming soon to a mind near you.
And this,
All can expect!
No one will be asked to choose,
Whether or not they will participate.
With a hesitation to confuse.
What will be delivered,
No one can refuse.
No offer will be made...
To those in moods wishing to debate!
Those days are gone!
Only mental memoirs kept...
In private reminiscing.
During lunch breaks!
And assignments completed...
When one has finished,
Using their brooms, mops or rakes!
A conformity will be restored.
Not to be ignored.
Or out done.
By those holding onto pretensions.
To impress someone.
Who might care who they knew.
Or where they vacationed,
Under the Sun.
To bask and enhance healthy tans.
A consciousness that insists,
Everyone snaps awake.
And this will traumatize,
To bring many heartbreak!
Attitudes about who will do what...
Will have few people,
Sitting on their butts!
With noses turned up!
With no 'buts' or 'ifs'...
Used for excuses to resist!
A total restructuring,
Of a thought process.
Coming soon to a mind near you.
And this,
All can expect!
You can bet on that,
To happen next!
For all to socialize...
With sweat pouring down,
Their faces and necks!
'Hey you...
Yes you!
The 'intellectual'!
After you're through writing.
Or whatever it is you do.
Get back to your chores.
I don't want to have to repeat that...
Like I did before.'
With no 'buts' or 'ifs'...
Used for excuses to resist!
You can expect this...
To arrive at your door!
Persisting with wishes...
Will not be done anymore.
*Note of definition for 'memoir' as used in this context:
'...the record of the proceedings,
of a learned society...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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People Do Change
Oh,
I am in total agreement.
People do change.
And the evidence of that is clear.
I am not one seeking the proof,
Of anyone's awareness.
Or discuss with a stagnant mind,
The benefits of ignorance.
Those positions in my life,
I just do not take.
Oh,
I am in total agreement.
People do change.
And the evidence of that is clear.
However...
I am not one to allow,
Footsteps to walk across my chest...
As I lay down in forgiveness mode,
To show someone how effective my faith can be.
I too have changed.
And will be the first to tell anyone,
How proud I am to recognize it!
But no one gets repeated opportunities with me,
To express how their absence of consciousness...
Affected choices they made.
I look at life like this...
Mistakes made by anyone can be excused,
With the knowledge they will not surface again.
Although I must admit...
I with those who refuse to turn another cheek,
To please the ease of someone's apology given!
If someone's is doing something,
At the expense of someone else's integrity...
And emotions spent in the healing process.
That person knows exactly what time it is!
And should not expect a cleaned slate.
But then again,
I have made some outrageous statements...
Directed to hurt some reputations.
And I knew this was wrong.
And yet,
To this day I do not regret what I did one bit!
Some folks change and it benefits their lives.
There are exceptions to every rule.
Hey,
What can I say?
I guess I am one of those exceptions.
And I aint mad at nobody!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What could be your achievement
What could be your achiement
Your position
Your property
Your power
Your managing skills
Your wealth
Your happiness
Your health
Your fame and name
And so many other skills
None of the above
These all will vanish
And will go into oblivion
Once you depart
And you are on the path
Of disappearing
As each second, minute, hour, day
Is racing you nearer
To that ultimate end
All the above
Will go and you are
Likely to be lost
From the memory of
Your own near and dears,
Leave alone the world
All your materialistic acquisitions
Are likely to lead to family feuds
And there will be total discomfort
Among your own people
History is replete with such cases
You will, in fact, be cursed
For all the earnings you made
Be it by fair means or otherwise
We have seen small possessions of
Even great people
Created warring situations
When they came up for auctions
With regard to their realisations
Materialistic achievement is no
Achievement at all
Your achievement could be that
Which will make others remember you
For years, if not centuries, ahead
This achievement is possible
With your thought process
A process that will help others,
When they put your thought processes into action
Can enjoy a living
In total harmony with the nature and surrounding
In total love for all living things around
In total peace and happiness
In total control of everything happening around them
In total satisfaction of having lived
Your achievement is
That thought process
Which you leave behind expressed
Written or oral
In an aim to help
The future world live
In totally fearless and free society
With no hatred or threat
With no doubts regarding their future
Your achievement is
Your positive, productive and futuristic
Thought process
And make all efforts
To earn this great treasure
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Difficult It Becomes Not To Diminsh Life
A mind that compares but is not there,
To evaluate or self examine...
Can not be held accountable,
For a thought process...
Those conscious expect and take for granted.
And those who are conscious,
Have discovered too few prepared...
With an awareness that has awakened,
To appreciate the benefit and value...
Of that which they have as a gift to nourish,
The broadening concept of comprehension.
A mind that compares but is not there,
To evaluate or self examine...
Can not be held accountable,
For a thought process...
Those conscious expect and take for granted.
With the shining of bling and other things,
Bringing into the mix the teasing of temptation...
So difficult it becomes not to diminsh life,
As an opportunity to feed our selfish whims.
With a dismissing of others,
Who do not join in with the fleecing...
Of a weakened and dieing golden lamb.
'It is not a dead horse.
No need to beat it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making This A Rule Communicated
There are times when it does pay,
To be of a different kind of mind.
With an offering that expands...
Choices unexpectedly for some to find.
Few today are dedicated.
And show themselves to be elated,
With an awakening everyday anticipating...
Love to witness and joy that is shared.
Choosing they do to move from moods to prove,
That...
Everyone has a choice to improve or change their tune,
And...
Dump excuses made with attitudes to refuse.
With...
A shooing them to the curb to boot.
There are those who choose to move from moods to prove,
That...
Everyone has a choice to improve or change their tune.
And...
Dump excuses made with attitudes to refuse.
With...
A shooing them to the curb to boot.
And...
Making this a rule communicated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretend a Disconnection Has Been Made
What we talk about...
Is that more important,
Than those feelings we feel?
What we do to ourselves and others.
Should we continue to excuse this?
As a way of life we choose?
A tolerated suppression,
Has led many to express unhappiness.
As if this was a gift to expect.
UNTIL 'all' of our efforts are made,
To improve our outlooks, funky moods and attitudes...
We can choose to do what some still do.
Strut away with lips shut.
Put stuck up butts on high shoulders.
And 'pretend' a disconnection,
Has been made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here
Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind
poem by David Knox
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Very Little Time To Spend Socializing
It takes much more than talk...
To produce results.
And more than taking notes,
At a meeting.
It takes much more,
Than asking questions...
To define a reason,
That might combine with one's whine!
In the process of 'doing'...
And getting that achieved,
Is a process not too many...
Are disciplined enough to accomplish.
Many people would rather socialize,
And discuss what should be on an agenda.
Than to acknowledge what they've done,
To set their deeds in motion.
The ones pursuing those missions,
Find very little time to spend socializing.
With or without,
Embellishing what they've done.
About to do...or plan!
'You can't expect everyone,
To feel the same way you do...
About what it is you do! '
That seems to be more your campaign than mine.
I don't have time to expect anything from anyone!
I guess that's why I call it,
My business!
You know...
Like stay out of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mind Confined To Childhood
I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.
Since I will always remember these words...
'Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You'.
And yet some people expect acceptance,
No matter what it is they may say to deceive.
Or do to another out of sight for others to see.
To put a blame on someone else!
'There Is No Tree You Can Hide Behind,
Thinking You Can Not Be Seen.'
My mother would often say this to me,
When I hated to do her assigned chores cheerfully.
I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.
But to tolerate a consistent foolishness from another,
Has been removed from my agenda to acknowledge...
A wasting of a mind confined to childhood does no good,
Or represent a healthy sanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gainfully Out of Touch At All Times
It's the art of brainwashing.
To make excuses for oneself,
And lay the blame on someone else.
It has its 'perks'
For those that this works for.
But it does not last for long.
Someone eventually,
Can tell something is wrong.
When thousands are in denial...
A heavy medication has been done.
Especially when no one seems to be stunned...
But 'vegged' out!
And being under the influence,
Of total delusion.
And in the heights of its effectiveness...
People self inject themselves,
With thoughts of greatness...
Others wished they had a dose of it.
To keep them as high as 'crack' can keep them!
It has been deep and severe,
This process that keeps them...
Gainfully out of touch at all times.
Preparing fresh excuses.
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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What Did You Expect?
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
When I heard your words,
I didn't object but accepted.
My mind is at total rest.
What I gave to you,
Was my all and best.
And the only thing you showed to me,
Was a disrespect.
My dignity and pride,
I will always protect.
And I thank God,
I did not allow you to come near them.
It wont be me awakening,
To a cold shoulder I did not expect.
You will be the one receiving that...
From the next one and the next one...
And all the others,
You thought would love you...
Better than my best!
And being 'done' by the likes of you,
Has given me a sense of complete rest.
you have no idea how much you've been spoiled.
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
I know who I am.
And you will discover that,
When you are shut out unwanted...
To stand alone on someone's doorstep,
Whining like a wet puppy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Process of Mentality Divine
We are within a mind of a process.
One layered within levels of superiority.
And we will be visited,
By those of a greater intelligence.
As our own expectations expand...
Advancing towards a higher consciousness.
One arriving upon the land.
Those unbelieving this,
Have already experienced mental enslavement.
And the dawn that comes,
To awaken those who witness it...
May not have all observing 'the coming'.
Since many will be seeking documentation,
For authenticity.
And this is a process of mentality divine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Poem Is My Worse Effort
This poem is my worse effort.
I decided to write a 'bad' poem.
Something self contained.
Something from my point of view...
Would be absent of compassion.
Clearly focused on nothing.
A complete lack of acknowledgement.
Line after line...
With or without rhyme,
Would display a total self involvement.
An intention meant to leave one realizing...
This poem is my worse effort.
I want it to be just that!
No ifs, ands, or buts about it!
And...
While we are on the topic of butts!
WHY are the guys showing their asses,
More than women these days?
What's that about?
I saw this dude with his pants belted at his thighs...
YES!
And I was on a bus sitting with a woman,
Looking at me as if I had something to do with that!
YES!
So I asked if she found him appealing?
She said, 'NO! He's got no ass to be admired! '
YES!
She said that.
As if I should show my ass for a comparison competition!
WHAT on EARTH is happening?
I will 'not' publicly prove that my ass is my best asset.
WHAT is going on in these times today?
This poem is my worse effort.
And 'if' you think it's not...
Do not feel I did not have good intentions,
To deliver something to you guaranteed to smell...
If up close and personal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happier Will Be This Voyage
Why is it,
When someone embraces another...
And accepts their blemishes, flaws
Funky moody attitudes...
And total disrespect sometimes,
They begin to think...
You are the one that is crazed?
And tell others that you are.
And then begin campaigns,
They do...
To tell others anything but the truth.
With a giving of opinions to those unfamiliar,
As to how it is you have become upset with them...
When you have expressed,
With clarity...
Where and when they can get off your last nerve.
Because you have had it!
With No 'ifs' nor 'ands' or stuttered 'buts'.
That's it.
You have given up!
And that goodwill train,
They've become accustomed to riding...
Is finally coming for them to an end.
'You shouldn't be impatient like that! '
~Impatient?
IMPATIENT?
I've known those folks for well over 35yrs.
I am saving 'my' sanity.
That's what this is all about!
And...
If they have already done this to me?
That's great.
Then happier will be this voyage.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under The Table
Bring on the hot topics,
Afraid by others to mention or touch.
Bring on those subjects,
That disturb the ones...
Sitting on their self righteous butts.
People of a certain 'standard',
Seldom openly discuss...
Appalling and unappealing matters,
That are for them below their upturned noses.
Although they may 'pocket' royalities...
From that which in public,
They will claim disgusts!
Bring on the hot topics,
Afraid by others to mention or touch.
Bring on those subjects,
That disturb the ones...
Sitting on their self righteous butts.
From places directed...
To get a piece of their under the table taking,
Of the giving of 'cuts' they love so much.
'Did you see and hear what I heard?
I can't BELIEVE what is being tolerated these days.
Such filth.
Excuse me...
Do you mind telling the waiter,
We will have another round of caviar and champagne.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gestapo
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
You thought it a breeze,
To do just what you pleased.
And you shopped...
'Til you dropped.
You stole what you had,
And you thought it would never stop.
When you thought your life was threatened...
You would call the cops.
Now that things have turned around...
A mess is all you've got,
To show.
And you know...
Your back's broke.
A gestapo is on the march.
Soon to knock on your door...
With a broom and mop.
To clean up your slop!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped,
And pooped from pushing.
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
But...
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped!
And pooped,
From pushing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Things Done And Delivered
I am sure I have not been the only contributor,
To neither conceive a receiving of flattery...
From contributions presented,
Will obtain a following blissed by this.
Hopefully there is a comprehension established,
By those mature of mind understanding what it takes...
To develop this process they of a consciousness embrace.
But there will always be the ones with beliefs,
Some with a focused determination...
Are not serious in the production of their creativity.
And they will find a way to waste lots of time,
With a choosing to introduce a game playing of minds.
To manipulate attitudes to prove themselves...
Judge and jury of one's thought process too!
However...
A messenger only delivers a message.
And this may be confusing,
To those who take matters in their limited hands.
Perceiving messengers are at their disposal,
To abuse them as if to pursue an undoing.
And from them command with a demanding.
But needless to say,
Some things done and delivered as they come...
Should be accepted and not chased away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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