Prescribed The Wrong Medication
Those who have risen to the top,
To achieve some type of notoriety...
Have not done it,
On the back of a perceived social status.
A work ethic was involved in the mix.
And those believing they can skip over this,
To acquire an accepted success to flaunt...
Have been prescribed the wrong medication.
The results of which kind of seeds one plants,
Ultimately will flourish to bloom.
If a persistence is regularly visited.
And the taste of feeding on procrastination,
Isn't embellished with frequent bouts of delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Dedicated
They are more affected,
By my success...
With a displaying of their false pretentions,
Than I have earned the right to express...
But don't.
Since I did not achieve any perceived success,
Based upon any acts of pretention.
And I have been too dedicated,
To find the time to flaunt what I've done.
I've been doing and not talking about it.
And...
I am not that distant.
I hear them taking their 'trips'.
Performing without sweat involved.
Or the hours of lost sleep.
And eating when the thought occurs.
It is easy to assume one knows about success,
And what it takes to make it happen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven By Delusion
Driven by delusion?
Where did you get that conclusion?
We heard that and chose it to ignore.
Since we know how we arrived.
And persistence did it.
Most times with the pedal pushed to the floor.
With a confidence to approach,
And knock on many doors.
Driven by delusion?
Delusion might have taken the credit.
But we did not sit in stifled reminiscing!
With champagne sipping on caviar dreams!
Are you kidding?
Not one of us tried to find that time.
If you knew how precious to us time means?
Driven by delusion?
We do admit there had been some wishes.
But all of us are aware of this...
A good work ethic could not be dismissed.
And delusion came along for the ride.
Delusion had nothing to do with our drive!
Not a thing to do with this...
Not one bit!
And,
Let me say this...
'IF' you believe any of this was driven by delusion,
You obviously have been fantasized by 'bling'
And not by substance.
Since substance requires one to take control,
With an experience to be behind the wheel!
And none of us has acquired a taste for substitutes.
To waste and use as an excuse.
Choosing to lead.
And not be the ones who followed.
'And,
Just 'who' are the 'we' you refer to? '
Oh...
Apologies!
I always refer to myself in third person!
Especially if the task 'appears' to be more than I can handle!
With 'that' on my mind.
And so far...
I've underestimated myself too often.
But 'never' my abilities!
You have no idea,
How they seem to have a mind of their own!
'I'm learning not to take anything for granted!
Not a single thing.'
Why are you backing away from me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Of Family And Country
Those who flaunt their social status...
With a pretentious pride,
Of being amongst the elite...
Are so far removed from truth.
Even seen caught in the act of treason...
Gives them an additional reason,
To apologize for being unwise...
For deciding a particular time of day,
Was not the best moment to feed a greed.
With an explanation that a love of family and country,
Led them to their current circumstance and corrupted ways.
And a forgiveness for their misdeeds is what is wished.
And...
Their pleas are accepted!
Books are published.
Movie deals are made.
And a fresh wave,
Of corrupted ideals are encouraged to flourish.
As an inappropriate use of language,
That offends those lusting their uppercrust positions...
Is censored.
Thus eliminating the abuse 'perceived'...
By those chosing a politically correct point of view,
To keep hidden their own ignorant incompetence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unexpected Absence
They are here!
The results...
Pleasured by those needs teasing,
And feeding...
As they bleed from the taking of risks!
And they are here,
The offspring...
Of those misguided teachings,
We...
You and I encouraged to try,
This craving taste of a way of life...
Lived!
As taught,
With little self examination.
And brought to deliver...
As a means to prevail.
With perfected implementation.
And they are here...
The results!
Of those quick to heat passions.
They are here...
Without the cheering done.
There is an unexpected absence of it!
And we have been overcomed...
By a deafening disrespect given.
And they...
Are here to crush,
Whatever it was we thought with beliefs...
Was our right to give to nourish,
A glow to forever flourish.
That would manifest a harvesting of inspiration!
And they are here,
The results...
To prove,
So wrong has been our self righteousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Ego Involved
I think I will approach my 'main' interests,
A little bit differently.
'How's that? '
I am going to pretend, publicly...
I have a wish to do one thing,
But sacrifice my time and efforts...
Doing what I love which no one suspects.
And achieve secretly,
Tremendous success.
'That will never happen.'
Why not?
'Because that kind of success,
For you...
Has not happened yet.'
Oh?
I did say 'secretly'.
And secrets revealed slowly to uncover,
Are the best ones to discover.
'You think so, huh?
And how is that? '
By words.
Words expressed,
Coming out of the mouths of others.
Disappointed by the lack of bragging attached.
'And IF that should happen,
That is the best kind of success to achieve.'
I know.
There is no ego involved to detect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innovative Steps
There is no way to protect,
One's original creations...
From acts of theft.
And yet those who achieve,
Remarkable success...
In the plagiarizing of another's best,
Eventually find themselves...
Less motivated when it becomes detected,
They have abilities to follow.
And not from themselves,
Take innovative steps.
And...
A thought to express with originality,
They have yet to experience...
A delivery like that without assistance.
Right now they search,
Through other authors' works...
To re-arrange concepts,
They did not first achieve.
Although they wish others to believe...
They have been blessed to be creators.
Masking the fact...
They only have ambitions to thieve.
For them this is creating with ease.
With a hope for acceptance and notoriety.
'Who do you refer to? '
Those stimulated by imitation.
With beliefs they flatter,
By the stealing of concepts...
To achieve centerstage status.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Type Of Man
What kind of a man goes after a married woman
What kind of a man does it and proclaims his faith in GOD
What kind of man does the things that he shouldn't
Does that type of man think that he will never be caught.
What type of man leaves his children and his wife
What type of man puts his needs and his wants first
What type of a man is scared to fight his own fights
Does that type of man cares whose soul that he hurts.
What type of man talks behind other peoples backs
What type of man lies to make himself look tall in front of others
What type of man is scared to admit the guilt that he has done
Does that type of man think that we are his brothers.
What type of man will not work for a living
What type of man wants others to take care of him
What type of man thinks he is something but he's not
Does that type of man thinks that manhood is his friend.
What type of man cannot be used as an example
What type of man does not keep promises that he's made
What type of man should not be father to any child
Does that type of man know the price that a real man has paid.
What type of man thinks but he cannot think
What type of man looks but he truly does not see
What type of man hears but he does not listen
Does that type of man know that he could never be me.
Randy L. McClave
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Comprehension
Philosophical hypocrisies,
Are easy to dropp and leave.
The status quo is in a state of shambles.
And how things go is percieved,
As the way they ought to be!
Whatever is said and how it gets done...
Few question motives anymore.
Nothing today has a validity that stays,
To compare to what was done before.
There once was a time when good advice was sought...
To bring about a comprehension to resolve.
But misunderstandings communicated now...
Is a goal many achieve to flaunt and not dissolve.
The right thing wished is dismissed for the wrong,
As if it belongs in affairs!
And no one dares to question end results...
For fear an accountability,
Will examine a stagnation...
That attempts a clarity without the use of insults!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged on Status and the Superficialness of Looks
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
Drugged on status and the superficialness of looks.
Giving themselves over to bad diets without insight...
With a lack of discipline,
That now has caught up to each one of them!
Addicted to worshipping false gods and 'things'.
Believing confessing 'sins' will produce for them wings.
Distorted by their own reflections,
They believe their neighbors envy!
And sickened by myths...
To limit the lives God has blessed them with,
They sit reduced to produce their own sorrows in ignorance!
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
And none could care less,
How to spell 'shallow' or address it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Medication
They think medication can make everything all right again
Isn't that a big joke
They think medication will make me happy and straight
Oh isn't that funny
They think medication will solve everything
Oh they're so wrong
Medication isn't the answer to all of life's problems
Believe me
Everyday you take your medication
Hoping your little problems will fade away
Everyday you swallow that japped little pill
Hoping you pain will go away,
but will it
They think medication can 'fix' me
Oh they're so wrong
(2-21-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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I Am Fool Than A Winner
richness kneel in my knee
sing me with praise and scarf my neck with shame,
all have come to honor my pain and only
you have touches my dream
all the while the shore have reach
the phantom of my grief, viewed my cloth with crystal
diamond glory
believing that the moment have risen from the pool
of the fool for i am where my heart lives
felt on the time I lost for never I found
success as failure than now that achieve; my deep
respect shouted for joy, wandering
if tomorrow will come again so be it, laughter blind me
again where the gloom of loom
flourish
dump every nerve than to shout that I am
always be the Winner of fool...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Preferring to Complain, Eat, Play Games and Sleep
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
With attempts made to improve their lives...
Very few of them even bother.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
Perceiving to 'do' is 'to' follow through and receive.
Setting the example,
Is likened to biting into a pail of nails.
In some places...
Where folks are accustomed to applauding failure.
And setbacks are welcomed by those laying the traps!
It seems to happen to those,
In acceptance of themselves.
Believing they can do anything!
And accomplish like no one else.
No matter what the circumstances.
People like this seem to have a determination.
Like flowers reappearing to dare to bloom brighter,
Every Spring!
As if to prove a point that is made.
Regardless of what the naysayers bring to the table.
These folks seem to qualify their own abilities!
Since to accomplish means to them...
What one does with one's mind.
Not a place to find where this can be done.
Or seek to fulfill a mediocrity,
Like everyone in an environment...
Where excuses are made.
And alibis the 'disease'.
And a thought process for many,
Seems to have stalled in potential.
Surrounded by an abundance of it.
To proclaim!
But the potential has yet to become essential.
It's just in conversation to exclaim.
With a doing of it yet given an opportunity to use.
And those seen in pursuit...
Are immediately sought to ridicule and abuse!
Yes this 'is' sick!
And done daily by vocal nitwits!
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
And ironically...
This activity one has sought to pursue,
Isn't that unique!
But a work ethic applied to tasks to complete...
Seems oddly a challenge many unaccepting.
As seen by those who roam on urban streets.
Many have come to fear to dislike and not endear...
The definition of work or the time spent to sacrifice.
Mention this...
And they will soon disappear!
But adopting quick to devisive devices...
No one fears this at all!
Preferring to complain...
Eat, play games and sleep.
With a shopping stop made,
Daily at a local mall.
Like an expected routine.
Kept as sacred,
As the connection of life has to breath.
No matter if the act of that...
Has least importance than one's credit.
'They seem to take a lot for granted here.
Don't they? '
~I have no idea.
Do they?
I have things to do to get done.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Spotlight That Comes As A Given
The making of anything look easy,
Gets the attention from those who believe it is.
And if there is any hint of notoriety attached...
Only those interested in what is done,
Seek the limelight and not the work and sweat...
Involved in the achievement of that pat on the back.
Baubles, bangles and beads...
And bright shiny things that bling to impress,
Is all most people want to address.
Assuming with success there is no stress.
Or the getting of a much needed rest.
There is no spotlight that comes as a given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As The Value Of It Fades Away
People associate money with success.
Or the feeding of the concept of it.
And yet,
The misery kept in the minds of those...
Who have an access to money,
Is an absence of feeling accepted.
Leaving those who feel successful,
Most of the time...
And managing to do so,
Without a dime in their pockets.
Or a held up nose to pose.
Money today as the value of it fades away...
Has many upset they can not flaunt their success.
While those feeling they have accomplished a deed,
Done at their best...
Appear to have a treasure chest of gold hidden.
What in their minds are they connected to?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Notoriety
Those who achieve notoriety,
May not have started on that path...
Seeking it at all.
Notoriety...
Seems to be what others single out,
To convince a uniqueness is to be believed.
And a determination is bestowed,
Believed deserving of attention.
A notoriety is 'given' but seldom is it mentioned,
By the one who did not solicit it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In an online community, there's this kind of social economy between the community members. Some people have status because they make cool skins or that's a good website that's visited a lot, but there's no real gameplay there.
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No end to success
Success is not the triumph over regress,
Success is the power to suppress.
Success is not the money or the fame,
Success is, knowing you are still the same.
Success is not the power or the pride.
Success is the knowing how to hide.
Success is not a gift or gain,
Success is accepting and believing in your name.
Success is not a point or goal to seek,
Success is, believing you have never reached the peak.
Success is
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Release And Let Them Go By Name
How to avoid the persistence,
Of frequent headaches?
Release and let them go by name.
And be sure what is done is consistent.
Do not treat what is believe to be a migraine.
They will return for the hospitality...
One shows to host and claim to sustain,
For purposes of a popularity,
One hopes will stay unchanged!
How to avoid the persistence,
Of frequent headaches?
Release and let them go by name.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speaking Greek
If didn't make sense to you
Just maybe it wasn't suppose to.
The man and mouse speak.
It's of a language thought to be of Greek.
So foreign are the mouth movements.
With micro expressions that tell you nothing.
With honesty how can you condemn?
A famine upon the eyes.
With a desire for something with a little more taste.
Poor little man, poor little mouse, such a wasted life.
You are but of the same class.
Separated from everyone by a social status and stature.
You hatch ideas all your own, but they will never be accepted because they will never understand.
They mark you with a label and a branding.
You just don't fit the accepted standard.
So you sit upon the shelf like an unwanted and avoided toy.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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When Efforts Recur, Success will Occur
Surely one day success will blossom
And spread divine fragrance in mind
By giving deep joy, it will soothe surely
Singing lullaby it will make you sleep
Peace of mind it will fetch affectionately
Happiness it will preserve and console
It will act as a cushion and supply bliss
Giving enthusiasm will be its functioning
That healing success may get delayed
And may not come on your way easily
Only by sheer hard-work, it is attracted
Laziness will never make it come near
Non-stop try alone will melt its heart
Only then it will come in your grip
Sweats and toil are to it pleasing
It will respect a relentless pursuit
Overnight success is not a joy dear
It is pure luck which has no value
Only when efforts are mammoth
Success will make its kind entry
Many men dig a little and leave
Few more steps if were taken
Golden success lies glittering
Calling you to acquire it fully
Always positively make an idea
And try hard to realize that dream
By believing in in your great ability
Surge ahead scoring sure success.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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