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Out of Their Comfort Zones They Are Thrown

People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
Envisoned with fixed images in their minds.
Like men aren't expected to cook or do chores.
Or women who look feminine,
Shock others who see them box in rings.
Or play basketball with hook shots,
To achieve high scores.

Men who sing and write,
Are expected to be limp of wrist.
While those who appear to be 'supermen'
Stop traffic when seen,
Holding hands to then kiss.

And women who wear lipstick,
Are often approached by men...
For sex and overnight 'flings'.
When they announce they are lesbians...
'Homophobics' do not begin,
To rejoice and sing.

People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
When out of their comfort zones they are thrown...
Those who are not like them,
Are condemned to be sinners!
As if a wholesomeness can not be lived...
Unless pretensions are embellished,
And mentioned to impress...
Over again and again.

With a 'normalcy' perceived...
That does not threaten what is believed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egos Addicted

Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.

How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!

Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.

And those elected to protect their 'treats',
Find they've become accountable...
To ease a reality upon these minds.
Teasing them with beliefs of victory!
When deceit and defeat...
Has surrounded them for sometime!

How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!

How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taken To Extremes

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings

I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings.

I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting More Difficult To Defend Within

A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.

People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.

People express shock by what their neighbors do,
But defend the offensive language that their children use.
And today in elementary schools few can tell the difference,
Between the teachers and the kids.
The issuing of condoms should 'not' be as obvious as it is.

People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.

A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zones Of Physicality

Some stay stuck,
To evaluate the color of things.
Whether it is skin.
Hair and texture...
Or eyes restricted,
To perceive color in limits.
With an etching to be framed.

Most minds accepting these pre-conditions...
Never step out of that box,
That locks them into zones of physicality.
Keeping with them a dysfunction of insecurities,
Hopefully to be prayed away.
Whenever 'that' insight should come,
To undo perceptions to them that have been done.

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I seem to be getting a lot of things pushed my way that are strong women. It's like people see Hackers and they send me offers to play tough women with guns, the kind who wear no bra and a little tank top. I'd like to play strong women who are also very feminine.

quote by Angelina Jolie
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In Any Field of Endeavor

Achieving success in any field of endeavor,
Accomplishes two things...
Attention and distance!
Attention is generally given from those unknown.
With praise and curiosity shown.

While received from those who believe they know...
Is a growing attitude and distance bestowed.
Adding a touch of unflattering comments to defame.
With a mix of enforced delusional perceptions,
That have been unchanged, limited and misunderstood!
Since a success to them is more shocking than expected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Removing Discomfort Away From Happiness

When the death of taxes comes...
That's when a unity can begin,
And all troubles on Earth will end.
Someone created a way to pay for life.
Taking it and charging one to breathe.
Feeding on it with immoral greed!
And telling people on their lands to leave!

When humanity begins to show...
You'll see it in the eyes of your neighbor.
You'll begin to rush home to savor,
Time with friends and those of them!
Accepting different cultures regardless of skin.
When everything right ends any sins that begin!
Only then can it be said,
Evilness on Earth instead will end!

Removing discomfort away from happiness...
And watching frowns on sad faces grin!
That's when everyone can rejoice and sing,
With a freedom caring less about...
Just about 'things'!
Delighted with stock market counts,
And the sound of cash register rings!
Releasing minds from the urge to bite,
Borrow, steal and sting!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Are Victims

To confront anyone,
Who has lived their entire life...
Based upon delusions fed with lies,
Is like trying to convince...
Someone who has lived as a hermit,
That they have just been selected...
To receive an award for being the most congenial,
By those who have found their social attributes...
To be undeniably refreshing.

And somehow this embellished exaggeration,
Is not considered a joke as much as it is a threat.
It then becomes best,
To leave one alone in their own comfort zone.
Since few people will accept,
A reality that does not connect...
To what they know or has not to them been shown.
Without an experience of it being known.
We all are victims of some enforced limitation.

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Obscene And Obsolete

When a game is fixed,
And there are suspicions of it...
Those minds behind such misdeeds,
Are as outdated as the act perform...
To satisfy those insecure,
Who could not on leveled ground...
With others compete.

Especially if what is done,
Has become obvious and elementary.
Like the shocking of one who expresses,
Cursing and sex is openly today addressed.
And they seek their own comfort zones in disbelief,
To complain what should be censored...
When their perceptions are the ones obscene and obsolete.

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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People Are Attempting to Escape from Facts

A comfort in passing judgement on others,
Has its way of returning this activity...
Right back to those detractors.

For a long time it was believed the Earth was flat.
And there were scores of people,
Who would despise others...
Opposing with a difference of opinion.

In fact...
People were expected to keep their mouths closed.
As if to be kept sealed and 'labelled'.
Entrapped to pay for their lack of conformity.

Today...
Something about that has changed.

Today?
People are attempting to escape from facts...
To have others pay to enhance delusions,
That will never become realities.

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Enforced With A Focus Fixed

Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience removing myself from limits.
And with the doing of this helped me to realize,
I depended on the feeding of my weaknesses.

And when I faced this doing to prove I could do...
With a self examination to improve,
I became enforced with a focus fixed upon it.
I had to divorce from my emotions then too sensitive.
And with a taking I did...
I took the oars to row my floating boat back to shore,
To never again ignore those obstacles.

Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience...
Distance!
And I became enforced with a focus fixed.

Divorced from my emotions then too sensitive,
I became enforced with a focus fixed.
With a focus fixed.
And with a focus fixed...
I divorced from my emotions,
Then too sensitive.

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As If It Was Theirs On Demand

There is one thing I've learned,
About the use of my time.
I've learned through the years,
Not to let anyone abuse it...
As if it was theirs on demand.

And common sense?
Well...
I have discovered,
That it is not so common.
In fact the absence of it,
Can be expected.
And rare it is...
If it appears at all.

And the doing of something for others?
One should stop and think about that quick.
Since many people don't appreciate,
What it is for them that is done to assist.

Many will complain as if the time taken,
By someone who has gone out of their way...
Is not what they prefer.
They will have the nerve to say,
Something else desired...
Is what they deserve.

There is one thing I've learned,
About the use of my time.
I've learned through the years,
Not to let anyone abuse it...
As if it was theirs on demand.
And what I have chosen to do today...
Is to satisified and please my own thirst first!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been Denied

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.

People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.

And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.

One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.

And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.

'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '

That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.

'But,
How can you say that? '

I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.

And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?

'No.'

You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There! Because That Is What People Naturally Do

On what scale can one rate hatred.
To what temperature can heat rise...
From those despising themselves and others?

How long can tolerance be expected to prevail?
To calm those tensions with attempts,
That a peacefulness...
Will ease the minds of those who vent.

On what graph can an explanation,
Describe one's pain?
In what debates...
Can a surprising happiness,
Be concluded as shown on one's face.

Will those times ever return,
When it becomes apparent...
Lessons have been learned?
And respect that is given,
Isn't stubbornly expected to be earned.
But is there!
Because that is what people naturally do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let It All Be Music

Music is a mirror
Near around my soul
Music is the spirit
Come on let it roll
Music is my nature
People have you heard
Music is my future
Music is the world
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music isnt somewhere
Music turns you right
Music is a fever
Leads you day and night
Music is like heaven
Where you wanna be
Music is religion
Music sets you free
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music is tomorrow
Music is today
Music is forever
Music is the way
Music is for women
Music is for men
Music is for children
Sing it all again
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
I can feel it, in my soul
I can feel it, in my heart
Sweet sweet sweet music
Music
Sweet sweet sweet music
Sweet music
Play it on
Play it on
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
Play the music
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
I said play it
On and on and on and on
Music

song performed by by Boney M.
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More Appreciative Of Others

I learned at an early age,
After graduating from high school...
And standing in a uniform,
During those Viet Nam warring days.
There is quite a difference between,
Holding back emotions...
And becoming emotional with rage.

As a soldier I learned patience.
But unafraid dropp a tear.
Many people with issues,
Like to express them quick...
To make them clear!

And as time passes while I age,
I've learned to control 'some' things I say.
And so grateful I am to write with interest,
Those things most believe,
Comes from a weakness expressed.

Not many realize the strength it takes,
To admit one's faults and mistakes they've made.
And I appreciate those who have experienced this.
Since this shows,
What so many living miss!

I learned at an early age,
After graduating from high school...
And standing in a uniform,
During those Viet Nam warring days.
There is quite a difference between,
Holding back emotions...
And becoming emotional with rage.

It seems those who have lived,
To reflect upon their veteraned lives...
Are more appreciative of others.
And less opinionated like some,
Who feel they have rights,
To criticize and despise...
How people live and survive!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So we want an Islamic state where Islamic law is not just in the books but enforced, and enforced with determination. There is no space and no room for democratic consultation. The Shariah is set and fixed, so why do we need to discuss it anymore? Just implement it!

quote by Abu Bakar Bashir
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Honky Tonk Songs

Bartender wont you pour me a very strong drink
Just keep it coming till I dont have to think
And point out some cowboy that might want to dance
And make sure I get home if you see that I cant
You see I loved him, he left me for a girl half my age
I relate to each sad song that ole jukebox has played
I listen to haggard, ole hank, and george jones
But why dont more women sing honky tonk songs?
Chorus:
Why dont more women sing honky-tonk songs?
About the heartaches and the tough breaks
And the men thats done em wrong
There are others just like me that are hurtin to the bone
So why dont more women sing honky-tonk songs
Why dont more women sing honky tonk songs
Honky tonk angels are just queens without thrones
Judge not lest you be judged, who can cast the first stone
Why dont more women sing honky-tonk songs
Repeat 1st verse
(all you lonely women sing)
Why dont more women sing honky tonk songs
About the heartaches and the tough breaks
And all the men thats done us wrong
Theres a whole lotta women I know would sing along
So why dont more women sing honky tonk songs
Why dont more women sing honky tonk songs

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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My Goal and Mission

When happiness is achieved,
Is it more perceived than is received?
Does it have to be something that comes from outside?
Does it have to be delivered?
Or generated from inside?
I often wonder why some aren't satisfied,
By pursuits attempted or challenges tried!
It can't be all about things that brings a smile!
Or a certain lifestyle lived without denial.
There has to be a comfort in accepting 'who' one is!
Something that allows someone to feel 'lifted' and positive!
When happiness is achieved...
It can be seen in someone's face!
That's my goal and mission in my life...
As I eliminate all bullshit that's erased!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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