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Fatal dispositions taken,
To examine one's life to compare...
With a measuring of things,
Blinging and with a sparkle that dazzles.
Produces in the minds of those controlled,
An acceptance one is made to feel...
In the 'loop'.
And this 'togetherness' is more important...
Than that life one says is wished,
To live with a happiness one claims to have earned.
And when this happens...
An assessment of one's life,
Seems to yearn to depreciate a valued life experience.
To exchanged for a temporary life glistening in pretense.
And doing everything one can,
To keep 'good' credit kept.
With...
A preferred rating met to match,
Others attracted who have donated with a depositing,
All of their common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like And Want
In our life there are always things
that we like and want.
We think the things we like
will lead us to a better life.
Within these thoughts, we forget
the wonderful things we have.
There is an old saying
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the hill,
but when you get there
you find it is the same
as what you left behind.
Therefore, we must first examine
and compare all the things we have
against the things we want.
The results may surprise you
as you have more than you thought.
13 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Once Having Had Common Sense
When one's mind has been blazed,
To value the blinging of shiny things...
And the ease of a quickly made dollar,
Who then martyrs themselves to announce...
That to worship such things,
Produces in the mind disaster?
Who today is foolish enough to do that?
Has anyone ever seen a rabid dog...
Wagging its tail with a wish to play?
Rarely do these scenes come to us,
To experience personally.
Without acknowledging some pain.
And an awakening to regain 'something'...SOMETHING,
That reminds one of once having had common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eat It All
Of life and war!
Of a mighty malak with a rainbow on his head;
Seal up those things for many to learn.
They were meant for the future,
They were meant for us to learn;
So take up my love and eat it all day long.
Of a reed like a measuring rod,
Of the two olive trees;
But do let your mind be at peace always.
Of a weed like a measuring rope,
I am the one for you;
Of a seed like a measuring hope,
I really know what you want on this love;
And it is all about the love that we share,
Like the sweet food of my love to you.
To eat the sweet fruit of my love,
Like the little book beside you;
Of the feed which is like a measuring harveat,
Of the deed which is like a measuring vision,
But to heed like a measuring mission on this love;
Eat it all to satisfy yourself because,
Love is all that we share now.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Examination
Abolish examination.
And who are you to take examination?
Do you know whom to examine
And how to examine?
If you are so keen to take examination
Examine yourself first.
It is not easy to examine self
And pass the examination
scoring top.
Examine self while alone
Alone at night
Alone at bed.
Dare not examine others and
Dare not examine especially children.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
poem by David Knox
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Lessons Needed To Adjust
Once one stops objecting,
To lessons needed to adjust to this life...
And begins to learn from experiences,
With a growing insight that produces more light...
Upon one's mind with enlightenment,
There is little those less motivated...
Can share about what it is they believe and see.
Especially from a limited perspective.
And the degree to which that acceptance,
Is applied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regret
Regret is the way we feel
when life starts getting us down.
We think of things we should have done
or things we should have said.
We regret not to have taken the time
to live our lives to the full
and realise our full potential.
We are always in such a rush
we rarely hear an infant cry.
To counter act these things
that all of us sometimes do
we fill ourselves with remorse and regret.
It is worse when time rushes by
and everything has gone,
it is then we examine our lives
to see what went wrong.
Therefore, as you read this through,
stop and take a minute or two.
To look around at your life
and look more closely at all the things
that are of real value to you,
your friends and family.
Then turn your life around
to spend more time with them.
Everything else will be there tomorrow,
but will your family and friends.
Appreciate them more
because life is short
and there is never
any real certainty there.
So stop now and examine
the real priorities in your life,
lest you live the rest of it
with remorse and regret.
(8 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Since My Introduction
If I had not been misguided,
To right the wrongs I've done.
Acknowledge my mistakes.
Self examine my flaws...
And admitted I had heartbreaks,
I would not have the confidence...
To speak my mind.
And I would find myself,
Seeking acceptance to be who I am.
And it is only knowing who I am,
That has afforded me the opportunity...
To appreciate the caring less,
Of how I am perceived.
If I had not been misguided,
To right the wrongs I've done.
Acknowledge my mistakes.
Self examine my flaws...
And admitted I had heartbreaks,
I would not have the confidence...
To speak my mind.
And since my introduction,
Without outside confusion or seduction...
To corrupt my intent,
I will live with truth to pursue...
For the rest of my life!
Without needless dramatics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drastic Measures
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
If I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
And all else I have tried has failed.
Contemplating in hesitation,
I simply could not do.
An immediate solution is needed.
And with a quickness this should be heeded.
Delay advocates an acceptance further disrespected.
This suggests it is okay,
To continue to ignore with increased child's play.
IF I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
I would have them quarantined,
Without their 'toys'.
To show them and myself,
Just how serious their diseased behavior...
Infects.
And what this means.
And...
They would not be released,
Until the demons from them cease.
With a passing of my 'Show Me Your Gratefulness Test'...
AFTER an obstacle course,
The Marine Corp developed for children who are pests...
Has silent their mouths.
And they have begun to digest and comprehended,
Whose rules under my roof...
Will be given the utmost attention.
This,
If I should mention...
Would save tax payers millions paid,
To rehabilitate any child of mine requiring discipline.
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
And...
Establishes a peace of mind!
However,
In these times we live where decadence thrives...
As a marketing device to divide and entice,
Drastic measures confines those to 'rights'.
With amendments and laws outdated,
And much flawed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Style of Delivery
Attacking one's style of delivery,
And refusing to acknowledge the substance implied...
For purposes to keep mentalities sugarized.
Allows an atmosphere to remain cut pasted and safe.
To continue a pledge of devotion,
Increasingly devoid of progress.
And of faith!
While keeping the people fast asleep.
With wishes not to be disturbed...
By a blatant theft of their consciousness,
From them pilfered by deception reeked!
To leave them undeterred.
And...
With minds voluntarily sold that truth produces,
An evilness identified that should not be induced.
But the goal that should be idolized,
Is the gold that should stay fixed...
In their clouded and dulled eyes.
And from them a significance,
Of life lived must be erased.
To adjust as their standards,
And way of life slowly is replaced.
With a drugging of acceptance,
Done!
In their collective distraught faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life's relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.
quote by Kierkegaard
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Sparkle
Sparkle, theres gotta be a sparkle
For you to love somebody
For you to really know
Brighter than the lights in the city
Its more than being pretty
The way you are inside
Why are you cryin
Somebodys tryin
To be with you only all the time
You hide behind tears
Counting the fears
Youre so used to being alone
Sparkle, theres gotta be a sparkle
For you to love somebody
For you to really know
Sparkle, you got a certain sparkle
I know I love somebody
I gotta let it show
(instrumental break)
Nobody knows you
They cant get too close to
A girl who wont let down her disguise
You wont believe how much someone could love you
That someone is looking in your eyes
Sparkle, its gotta be a sparkle
For you to love somebody
For you to really know
Brighter than the lights of the city
Its more than being pretty
Its the way you feel inside
Sparkle
(instrumental chorus out)
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Examine the Dwindling of Your Whims
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Directors of isolated separations.
Keepers of crumbling values...
Inflicted in strict restricting divisions.
And unmonitored greed.
Delusioned in self righteous feeding.
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Then from your listening,
Examine the environment!
Examine your diminished way of life.
Then self examine the dwindling of your whims.
And the color of your money.
Is anyone who is oppressed,
Have their image imprinted?
Where are their wishes implemented?
And on whose backs,
Are sentiments lamented?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
quote by Jean Cocteau
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Acceptance Threatens the Status Quo
Small towns aren't the only places...
Where acceptance is regarded,
As difficult as learning a foreign language.
And spoken although despised...
By those noncomformists criticized,
And labelled to provoke...
As mavericks.
Acceptance threatens the status quo.
Those folks choosing to maintain unconditional control...
No matter how low the deceptive use of their tactics.
And...
Innovative are those tactics!
Acceptance fosters maturing as well.
Small minds uncomfortable with this process...
Are generally threatened by growth,
And the affects of all signs of intelligence expressed.
This is as evident as the planting of weeds,
To ensure the killing of floral bloom.
And the excitement of the anticipation of it.
This kind of acceptance is an infestation.
And some folks are just as thrilled to manifest the defects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Measure
are we measuring time
or is time measuring us?
how old is time? where is its
head and where's the tail?
its beginning if not the end?
does it go in a round or
in a straight path? does it
need space to realise
its own identity?
are we measuring time
or is time measuring us?
how old am i? where is the
head and tail of this state of
being, this consciousness?
is it longer than time? Is it as old
and large as the universe?
if everything becomes sterile
100 years on, earth will be
as quiet and red as mars
time as ever goes on, a
measure of the unviverse
will time be sleeping then
in the bossom of our consciousness?
or will we be sleeping in its bossom
instead, waiting to be resurrected,
a component of matter, of time?
a pendulum that goes to and fro,
to and fro, to help us get a grasp
of the universe and its workings
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Quatrain #177 - Do you ever get the impression that.........
Do you ever get the impression that you're just a puppet on a string
and the power that activates you can in a moment life or death bring.
We have all, at some stage of our lives, been controlled in a way by others;
pity to those who throughout life are controlled by their fathers and mothers.
poem by George Krokos
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I Am Not Into Graffeto
I am a poet!
And minds are my canvas.
I can not determine a thought process.
Or if mental portraits I deliver,
Will inspire to manifest dreams.
To leave impressions in minds to rest.
And those without imagination...
Will always stop to examine,
The surface of things.
With a limitness left untested.
And directly connects...
To an instant meaning known and seen.
But I am not into graffeto!
I am a poet,
Searching within me deep.
To attached words that match.
Hopefully to compose something catchy,
That attracts and traps.
And seduces a thirst,
With a quenching done.
That is found to be...
Tasty.
Fulfilling.
And delicious for some.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds.
quote by George Santayana
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