Protect Yourself!
Seriously?
You want something to talk about?
This may be painful...
However,
First remove all that dead storage space
In between your ears.
Reboot it after you have replaced that
With patience.
Yeah...
You are going to need a lot of it!
And that is very under-rated!
Patience is the beginning,
Of downloading and receiving useful information.
To share when communicating.
Without trying to degrade what is misunderstood,
Unknown or unfamiliar.
The process shouldn't take that long...
Stay aware and welcome change.
Remain focused.
That eliminates ignorance.
And be careful.
Once you are on the path of sharing something meaningful...
Ignorance has a way of eating up good thoughts!
Like a virus!
And you may have to reboot again!
Yes.
Starting this process from the beginning!
However...
Make sure you can trust,
'Who' and with 'whom' you share good conversations!
This will enable quicker understanding.
And you may escape constant repetition.
Allowing a faster growing of comprehension!
To enable an avoidance of conflicts,
Picked specifically for heated debates...
As well as gossip, innuendos and possibly street brawls,
Initiated by hearsay!
Remember...
Ignorance hates comprehension.
Protect yourself!
Watch everything that slithers and crawls.
And bites with a poisonous venom.
Don't give your confident smile away too easily.
Let that develop as part of your package...
Once you have successfully felt,
You are on track and your mind is clearly online.
Without distractions that come you can not handle.
You will be fine!
Protect yourself!
Temptation can be a bitch,
Dressed like a tasty sandwich.
Waiting to be bitten!
And...
The process of wanting 'something' to talk about,
Again becomes a painful undertaking!
When these encounters are done enough,
With a loss of gratification dwindling...
You will seek a seriousness unsolicited.
By...
First removing all that dead storage space,
In between your ears.
Reboot it after you have replaced that,
With patience.
Yeah...
You are going to need a lot of it!
And that is very under-rated!
Is any of this sinking in?
Or...
Does it sound too aggravating?
Be careful as to which attitude you choose,
Before a mood taken you decide is easier to live with...
Than the other!
Protect yourself...
From all sides.
You never know who may come along,
To unplug you with discord!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best To Be Prepared
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.
When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.
I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.
It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!
And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habitually Fixed
People addicted to nonsense,
Are no different than those addicted to crack.
Or any other sedation that medicates.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
People addicted to nonsense,
Prefer to see a disagreement with their ideologies...
As confrontations..
With a nothingness with someone in this mindset,
That ever gets done.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
This activity is representative of those who create conflicts,
To protect interests.
And those interests have been habitually fixed to delusions.
And people like this,
Stubborn and fixed...
Live assuming any progress that moves forward,
Is a conspiracy that threatens their beliefs!
And as long as they keep passing the 'pipe' around...
They will interpret the crumbling of foundations,
As a work of art!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Root
How difficult is it,
For someone to pick from a selection of rocks...
To take one to wash and keep?
Would that same person have the patience,
Or time to give...
To observe all rocks be created,
To then allow that selection to take place?
That's how easy it has become,
For those to pass their judgements done.
When all they have to do is choose to do it.
With an excusing of themselves from everything else,
That connects to the development of the process.
Doesn't life seem easier to live,
When one's hands are not accustomed...
To being involved with the making of things work?
From the root to watch with a patience,
The direction towards which they may grow.
Or have that focused as their main curiosity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When That Moment Comes
My ears,
At times...
Hear far too much.
My eyes uncover,
Wants...
I long to touch.
My lips stay shut,
And closed.
With emotions frozen within me.
Denying my own needs,
I wish I couldn't do.
But yet I do that too well.
My hands,
Reach to be held.
When I'm alone and seeking.
There is a secret place,
Inside that has this fear.
Who will protect it.
And not reject it.
If I choose to give my heart.
Who will protect it.
And not reject it.
When that moment comes,
To share my heart.
Who will protect?
Accept without neglecting.
And who is there,
To share...
My heart.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Escalations Of Misdeeds Increase
A process of selective hearing,
Eliminates active listening...
With a comprehension done.
We all have been guilty,
Of hearing what we choose to hear.
Only to misunderstand with attitude to gain.
And when an attitude obtained is gained,
What remains is conflict to offer.
As if a victory will be achieved.
When escalations of misdeeds increase,
There is little evidence that peace will be left...
To be kept respected.
A process of selective hearing,
Eliminates active listening...
With a comprehension done.
When escalations of misdeeds increase,
There is little evidence that peace will be left...
To be kept respected.
That is not the goal,
When an ego has been unleashed...
From its confines of common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: A Bit of Patience
A bit of patience works out miracles;
A bit of patience puts off arguments;
A bit of patience problems well tackles;
A bit of patience preserves monuments.
A bit of patience can avoid hatred;
A bit of patience cools one’s anger off;
A bit of patience marks well good kindred;
A bit of patience makes many to laugh.
A bit of patience keeps good friends at peace;
A bit of patience can avoid big wars;
A bit of patience can jealousy cease;
A bit of patience can avoid big scars.
A bit of patience gives good advantage;
A bit of patience is good heritage.
poem by John Celes
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On Your Own
Stop thinking you need me to lead the way.
Or someone else to hold your hand,
To help you avoid traffic on a crowded street.
Open your eyes and carry your own weight.
Don't depend on me,
To be there to protect your fate.
Know what it is like to defend and debate...
That which is in your heart.
And not that which you fake...
When it is convenient for you,
To decide you feel safe.
Hiding behind walls,
With a mind that finds it easy to define...
What is or is not real for all
From a point of view stalled without experience.
Just to live a life you wish.
Is not a burden I choose to live with.
And wont.
Nor will I delay in waiting...
On a path I take,
For someone like you to decide what steps I make.
And even if we were identical twins...
I would trust you to make a decision,
Alone.
On your own.
Without guidance to process a thought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to Accept
As painful as this experience may be...
For some.
There is nothing like having it come,
Unannounced!
If preparations were made...
Decisions to change it,
Would have prevented a growth process.
And not one person came to this life,
Without causing someone pain.
To eventually gain 'something' from it!
Some kind of a learning process occurred.
Unless they were unconscious?
And that might explain,
Why so many choose to remain medicated.
It is easier to accept something,
When it is not personally felt!
Or mandated as someone else's sacrifice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Growth And Blooming Of Bright Flowers
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to expand.
Enthralled one is by their own demands.
Those who seek to be understood,
But lack the patience to understand.
Has a fear to self assess themselves,
As close as one who self examines can.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to absorb clarity.
Unless that clarity has others to agree.
And one not comprehending,
Only wants to perceive from one point of view.
And if that point of view mentioned,
Has obstacles in its way blocking what is there to see...
Those obstacles will remain to stay where they are.
When a stubbornness is thick like a cemented brick wall.
And stuck with a holding onto the comfort of ignorance...
That appears from the outside to be permanently installed.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Could be that one who believes the feeding of weeds,
Nourishes the growth and blooming of bright flowers.
With a giving of consideration to nothing else at all.
Even when the petals from them begin to prematurely fall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such As a Bad Habit
I've been on my own and alone for too long,
To know a few things about patience and life!
And those who have not had that experience...
Know very little about sacrificing their likes,
To endure putting up with unwelcomed dislikes.
There has been many things done I did,
That I disliked but tolerated.
In fact I hated going through the process.
And when I had the opportunity,
To do those things enjoyed and liked...
Not a moment did I waste in indecision.
I might have been confused...
But not crazed.
People who spend time whining,
Get on my nerves.
And I am quick to split away from them.
In mid-sentence,
If I have to do it!
I am not attracted to 'whoa-is-me' people.
My father use to tell me,
How as a child...
He had his teeth pulled,
Without novocain.
He told me this frequently...
Whenever I thought he was just around,
To make my life easier.
'Come on, Daddy!
It's just ten dollars! '
I am one of the fortunate ones,
I will admit that!
And with obstacles and setbacks...
I crawled back to get myself on track!
I wasn't about to spend my life,
Traumaticized by emotional ties!
Or gossip and lies...
Folks entertain themselves to tell!
My relationship with God...
Is close.
And we communicate very well!
God is there...
And delivers!
I don't give advice,
Or recommend what others do!
I use to...
Do that,
Often!
And ended up being screwed.
Figuratively speaking!
Even though it is still just as painful.
I've learned many lessons in my life.
And the hardest one was to forgive and forget.
At times I am visited,
With an embitterness that sits.
it takes a while to get over it.
But I am not going to soon let go of my peace of mind,
Or happiness.
Because someone wants to show and display,
Every bit of their ignorance.
With attitude seeking acceptance.
And those folks,
In some places...
Travel around in cliques.
As if what they do is fashionable.
And after one obtains a degree of consciousness...
Folks like that become easier to identify.
Such as a bad habit,
One has to end to quit...
And quick!
Like a fad that has been outdated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rated X
well if you've been a married woman
and things didn't seem to work out
divorce is the key to being loose and free
but you're gonna be talked about
everybody knows that you loved once
they think you'll love again
you can't have a male friend
when you're a has been
or a woman, you're rated x
[yeah]
and if you're rated x
you're some kinda gold
that even men turn [?] to make
but I think it's wrong
to judge every picture
if a cheap camera makes a mistake
so if your best friend's husband
says to you
that you started lookin' good
you should've known he would
and he would if he could
and he will if you're rated x
well nobody knows where you're going
but they sure know where you been
all they're thinking of
is your experience in love
well their minds fill up with sin
the women all look at you like you're bad
the men all hope you are
but if you go too far
you're gonna wear the scar
of a women, rated x
[yeah]
and if you're rated x
you're some kinda gold
that even men turn [?] to make
but I think it's wrong
to judge every picture
if a cheap camera makes a mistake
so if your best friend's husband
says to you
that you started lookin' good
you should've known he would
and he would if he could
and he will if you're rated x
yeah us women don't have a chance
cause if you've been married
you can't have any fun at all
you're rated x
no matter what they do
they're gonna talk about ya
don't know what to think about it
just let 'em talk
just let 'em talk meg
song performed by by White Stripes
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It Is Fair Enough
when i write something about what i do not know
and you read and feel that i am writing about what i do not know
and we become two persons
knowing fully well that we are on some things that we do not really know
wanting to know and trying to know
i think it is fair enough
we begin always from the acceptance of our ignorance
indeed a good beginning
and from there we make the little steps toward this knowing
of what we are, who we are and where we are going
because in truth, one must reserve a space, open the window
to let the wind come and fill the spaces of this void this ignorance
poem by Antonio Liao
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Ignorance
Ignorance is a dreadful enemy
A malady like psychosis
An ailment with scary prognosis
A disease every human must avoid
Ignorance is lunacy
It is a disease of the brain
Holding the mind captive
Blinding its subject from the truth,
Jaundicing the views of its client
Ignorance is an albatross
Brain behind poor decision making
Culprit for derisorily defective reasoning
Rendering its host a nuisance
A liability in useful debates and discussions
From ignorance we must be free.
Ignorance we must strive to banish
To enable us to be accomplished,
Partakers in discussions,
And assets to finding solutions.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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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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Protect Me From What I Want
Its that desease of the age
Its that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Maybe were victims of fate
Remember when wed celebrate
Wed drink and get high until late
And now were all alone
Wedding bells aint gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now were all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
song performed by by Placebo
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Convoluted
My thoughts are not convoluted,
To coil in twisted intricate meanings.
With a diluting of the effectiveness,
I expect to achieve by being direct.
If I choose to have an affect.
I have an identity and integrity to protect.
Some prefer to bring their own bushes,
To scatter around themselves in safety nets...
For a thorough beating of them they do.
To become mentally exhausted in the process.
And no challenge for someone,
Who has an expertise in being freed of nonsense.
With a cutting through of hedges to prune.
Overblown and needless,
To perfect the absurdity of their obscure dancing.
I do not convolute my thoughts,
To coil in twisted intricate meanings.
With a diluting of the effectiveness,
I expect to achieve by being direct.
I want to see what is there,
When my patience is not prepared...
For a singing and dance routine.
Especially if it lacks entertaining qualities.
My points I make.
And unafraid to face the consequences.
If someone does not care for the way I sing and dance,
Then they should not be on the dance floor...
Attempting to make allegations with false moves.
My thoughts are not convoluted.
But I can do it if that is what I choose to do,
To clarify one's comprehension...
That may include bits and pieces of a familiarity.
Boosting a mutual understanding to keep pace,
With an established rhythm.
'I'm sorry!
You've lost me.
What are you talking about? '
My thoughts.
Which are 'not' convoluted.
'Oh.
Then maybe I should let go of the music? '
If you wish.
I've come to dance like this all night.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fight, Oppose or Uplift
If you fight and oppose you will be fought down,
Your life will be misery, it is well known.
Everything will be a constant disappointment,
Until you find wisdom and learn who is your opponent.
Since others play out what is in your own mind,
Fighting, degrading and opposing means you are blind.
Fighting them is destroying yourself in the process,
Show great ignorance and childishness.
Mankind was built on this ignorance,
Man fights man, father the son, according to the observance.
Wake up people, learn wisdom and understanding,
If you don't want to destroy yourself, instead choose uplifting.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Observation
Do not think you have used me without my knowledge.
Or that my silence is a sign of approval to be duped.
I have been aware of your activities,
The moment you began your snooping...
With a degarding of me you wish to succeed.
Why you have chosen me to proceed with misdeeds,
Has become a standard you value.
I waste no time with those who are fools.
However,
In that moment you began to degrade my efforts...
Was the beginning of your slide downhill.
I always tell those I don't know...
Be careful who you disrespect.
The power of the mind is a power undefined...
When one chooses to use it,
In ways unsuspected!
When ignorance is detected.
'The mind is a terrible thing to waste'
Is much more than a cliché just spoken.
Those who know that are patient!
Those who know that are elated.
Knowing who is on the list,
To receive a payback!
And it happens without fail,
For the one who prevails!
And seeks comprehension,
With a higher consciousness not mentioned.
And the use of observation that decreases tension!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Difficult It Is to Let Go
One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
To cross a once accepting threshold.
'If you can not obey by 'my' rules.
Get out! '
People enjoy their comforts as they are.
If stale and moldy?
The better.
And a comfort with this is shown.
As sure as everyone knows...
What is stored in the cupboards.
And who enjoys what to eat.
Difficult it is to let go!
Or even force out of the nest...
One who begins to exert an opinion,
That may upset!
And yet...
Doesn't it seem as if those who have enjoyed their lives best...
Are those who had rebelled and been labelled,
As a nuisance and pests!
And...
After experiencing on their own much hell,
Have return to express that once elusive understanding!
And with a comprehension that is openly confessed,
The logic of sharing expenses.
With a patience that should be addressed.
One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
To cross a once accepting threshold.
Until a maturity pleasingly seen is approved.
'That's a good idea.
The sharing of expenses and doing that here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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