Provoked But Motivated
The taking for granted of others,
Does not have long lasting benefits.
Nor does an attempt to fit another into a mold,
Believing this misdeed easy to sell to be sold to others...
Will not eventually backfire to expose one's own credibility,
To reveal an ability to create fantastic lies...
On those they chose to be depicted as they would please.
Creating one's own truth can be forgivable,
By those picked to be discredited as if this had been permitted.
But for those whose minds become disturbed,
As time unwinds them to unravel without a word from them heard.
It becomes more difficult to keep this from being noticed.
Or those provoked but motivated,
By those who thought them to be the fools they have never been.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Replace Those Innovative
They believed it would be quite easy,
To replace those innovative...
With their fake creations.
And no one would notice.
Since they thought they had what it takes.
And today,
People are tired of sitting through...
A series of loose remakes,
By those who are attempting to...
Have their efforts just as impressive too!
Believing they could rejuvenate your sensation.
What is your response?
Don't you miss exposing your...
Ability to reveal your incredible nuances,
That are remembered to have overwhelming appeal?
What is your response,
To those who believed...
From you it was easy to steal!
'Well I...uh...
Excuse me!
I...
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
Forgive me but, I...
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
I'm sorry, I can't help it.
Do you mind repeating your question?
I'll do the best I can to be serious.'
No...
Not at all.
Don't you miss your ability to reveal...
'Oh yes...uh...
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
I'm sorry!
Of course,
NOT!
I am having too much fun,
Remembering those fools...
And what to themselves,
They have done! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fools
Although it’s God above who rules, the world’s filled with many fools,
Saying, there is no God at all, from minds that tend to be quite small.
Just how is this mindset wrought, and who prods the empty thought?
Thoughts that lead to darker behavior, isn’t prompted by their Creator.
It’s another god blinding those eyes, of many men thought to be wise,
It’s the god of this world, who blinds, not simply eyes, but also minds,
The dark prince and power of the air, swaying many minds not to care,
About the Lord or their destination, while he maligns God’s Revelation.
Satan has a darker power to deceive, influencing many, not to believe,
In the God above or in a Creator, thus, they have no need for a Savior.
And so, they scoff at you and me, believing not, in Heaven or Eternity,
Believing instead to embrace the lie, fools are believers, like you and I.
This pits all of God’s true believers, against all of the devil’s deceivers,
Multitudes who do not even realize, they are used by that father of lies,
One who knows there is a God, as he convinces many with an evil nod,
That there is no such One as Him, as Satan guides them in a life of sin.
As all marked as fools, by the world, believe the Truth, that they herald,
And while upon this darkened earth, they receive from God a new birth,
A spiritual birth, unto eternal life, through Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
Unlike fools, who reject The Truth, to receive from God eternal reproof.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
The Truth: : Humour, Inspiration
Tell the truth, are you crazy, the truth is for fools
In my clever world it’s lying which rules
Why opt for something as silly as sincerity
When you can easily choose dishonesty
Then you can tell lies upon lies upon lies
So many out there for you to devise
And believe them yourself, very nearly, why not
You weaved such an interesting, exciting plot
The truth, big deal, the truth is nothing but lies
My truth’s so much better, at least in my eyes
My lies versus the truth, so easy to win
Because I can keep lying ad nauseum
I’ll just spout out a lie, how easy was that
Don’t look for the truth in my kind of chat
You think I’ll be discovered, I’m way too smart
I’ll never say what’s there in my heart
My heart was stunted a long time ago
All this lying stopped any chance it could grow
When you don’t speak from your heart, it’s hard to see
The difference between truth and dishonesty
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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To Dust Up
As a learning experience,
It is much more difficult...
To expect anyone to listen,
Than it is to teach them...
The difference between how and why,
A listening done will affect their time.
And the taking of it for granted...
Is something no one should do.
And one's expectations that the wasting of it,
Is going to gain empathy...
From those who had patience to sit with a listening,
No matter how bored one gets going through the process...
Is going to prevent a slipping of time,
To rush through their fingers.
With opportunities set aside waiting for anyone's decision,
To be made and done with a seletive picking to come.
Once an aging process starts and is noticed,
There is no playing of hide and seek with it...
To disregard those believing they have hidden in safe places.
Since in most cases everyone will be found.
Either forgotten to eventually dismiss.
Or stored away on top awaiting somewhere,
To be lowered into the ground...
With eyes and ears shut to dust up...that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Long As Their Own Needs Are Met To Satisfy
If one has an ability,
Noticed and taken for granted...
One shouldn't be made to feel obligated,
To fulfill last minute requests...
As if the abilities one has to produce,
Seems effortless and easier to disrespect.
And available to be used to someone's advantage.
People seeking the ability of another,
Without giving them a consideration of what it takes...
Usually falsely represent their own agenda.
Especially if no compensation is mentioned.
And...
If the one being used brings attention to this,
Of course someone is offended.
'You offended 'them' by not doing what they expected.
Although your time and effort to create what they requested,
Is believed to be enjoyed.'
~It is enjoyed.
Should that mean I also find it easy?
And my ability is worthless?
What drugs are these people on? ~
'I remember being asked to do an entire play production,
For a family fund raiser several years ago.
With lighting and sound technicians.
For free! '
~What happened? ~
'I asked them what they had in their budget.'
~And...
What did they have in their budget? ~
'Hotdogs, sandwiches and soft drinks.'
~Maybe they have no clue as to who you are? ~
'They could care less about that.
As long as their own needs are met to satisfy.'
~And spend thousands of dollars to parade around,
In outfits to impress others...
While complaining those entertaining them,
Demand to get paid 'BEFORE' taking the stage.~
'It sounds as if you have been around? '
~I have.
And that I keep as my secret weapon.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facing Reality
For the first time in many lives,
There are those facing reality.
Some are now seeing...
That the taking away from someone else,
Does not guarantee...
What has been taken will last forever.
Especially when consuming is involved.
The ending of it if not replenished,
Is going to be felt.
And then there are those,
Who will not let others take from them.
Regardless of how they are depicted.
Terrorists, enemies or whatever.
And if those who start conflicts were so great.
Why do they depend on their greatness,
By the taking away from others?
And why do they have to create sensations,
For the sake of keeping their mental deformities sold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Using My Option to Exaggerate the Truth
Of course I'd be lieing,
If I said I have never lied.
I'm just not doing it right now.
I am using my option,
To exaggerate the truth.
At least I have a few,
Of those options left to use.
You?
On the other hand...
Are motivated to lie.
With a telling of the truth as optional.
And you have long used up your options,
As well as your credibility.
But don't concern yourself about that.
Your reputation to be a liar,
Is incredulous.
In fact,
Your thought process...
Has been determined to be corrupted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Almighty Knew
No planning involved.
Just last minute picked up scraps...
Rushed and throwned together.
And from observation,
That's how this is regarded.
Under bright or Cloudy skies!
Can it be,
This is how they feel about themselves,
And their lives.
Lived to achieve the heights of mediocrity.
And very jealous of others,
Who accomplish with hard work to achieve.
By setting goals and removing obstacles.
Although,
Those who are disciplined they prefer to see as jerks.
And call them out of their names.
To sell their own false hope and insecurities.
It is no longer pitiful,
The mindset they reflect.
And it is clear where their interests have been!
Just listen to what is coming out of the mouths of their children.
Reflected investments placed in an assured future.
It is twenty thousand and ten!
I must say that again...
It is twenty thousand and ten!
And most of those ignorant have minds of barbarians.
Even the lowest of animals have ascended to a thought process.
Using the power of deductive reasoning.
While some folks are lost,
In discussions of color of skin!
And...
If anyone finds this accepting,
And still proclaim to have intelligence?
It is not a mystery why this society is crumbling into pieces!
As a self examination that should have long taken place...
Has been disregarded to focus on the mocking of other races.
Those with branches extended from our own ancestries.
We are all from the same tree.
With opened eyes this can be seen.
Like there is only one Earth we leech upon?
You, me and those we despise.
You know...
'Those' disgusting creatures!
We try to rise above with lies.
No planning involved.
Just last minute picked up scraps...
Rushed and throwned together,
Just like that.
With the belief something lasting should happen.
I often wonder IF God knew we would eventually feel like that?
And If The Almighty knew this...
WHY has He or She or It,
Allow us to become such misfits?
With beliefs we are the center of the Universe.
As if a joke has been provoked,
To prove that God is extremely humorous.
And I am sure of that without doubt.
Now,
On the other hand...
If our existence here is an intended blatant dysfunction,
What I have written should not offend.
However,
If it does...
Your comprehension is based upon pretension!
With a history that has not pursued truth!
And I suspect a lot of that of late...
Consistently annoys.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Believe A Lie
To tell a lie is a sin to us all
Is that so hard to understand,
But to believe that lie, it is a sin to GOD,
And for that you surely will be damned.
You will be cursed, upon this earth
For believing that or any untruth
And spreading that lie, which GOD would deny
Would be placing good food, with rotten fruit.
To believe a lie, I would just pity you
When you know that the truth is out there
But it is path you chose, on a saddened road
So I pity you, with a thought and a prayer.
When you tell one lie, from deep inside
Your soul it will rot and it will rebel
But when you believe that lie, and never ask why
You will be taking a second step closer into hell.
To tell a lie is an evil in its deed
But to believe it, it is that much worst
Your spreading the lying as you soul is dying
And upon you will placed a terrible curse.
To believe a lie and spread it as truth
Is to cause suffering and unwanted pain
You wont be worthy to live with GODs glory
And GOD will not know you by your name.
To tell a lie, it is a forgivable sin
We have read or heard that once before
But to believe a lie and spread it has truth
You will be knocking upon Hells door.
The sins that we commit or the evils we do
Can all be erased with the wave of a hand
GOD forgives all for the sins that we commit
But to spread a lie, you certainly will be damned.
When you come forward on our judgment day
And in front of GOD you and your sins will stand
Will you be forgiven for the sins, that's deep within
But to believe a lie you certainly will be damned.
Randy L. McClave
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That Tour Through The Trees
Trusting in wishes to come true,
Is not the same as embracing a truth that exists.
A long time ago I discovered this.
I've noticed those of strong work ethics,
Were often those who boldly spoke...
And walked with a pride.
I've also noticed those believing they were owed,
For the lives they chose to live...
Complained and leeched a lot.
Many are not prepared,
To take that tour through the trees...
On paths independently taken.
To be alone without a masking of their fears.
Or hear the rustling of the leaves,
As the breezes blow to make sounds unheard before.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poet Tried To Shackle My Words
A poet tried to shackle my words,
as if from every poem
the message was stripped,
as if nowhere there was any mastery
of rhythm and sound to be found
as if I had sold my soul
to masses of people reading my verses,
as if I live in disrespect
to the expertise that a great poet
displays in his work
as if every line of mine
was just a wild cacophony
that I had flung together
in a utter hurry
to shower down on crowds of people.
Yet I while I swam against a tempest sea,
sticking to the truth and integrity,
trying to find answers to life’s mysteries
and problems
trying to expose injustice and oppression
there was boasting about a elitis clique
that totally excludes me
but they were going along the path
of political correctness and maybe indifference,
being far too scared to ruffle some feathers,
writing verses sixty times over and over
before they were becoming poems somehow,
before their words were catching some magic
believing that a great poem,
is like a jigsaw puzzle,
that you have got to unravel
with a dictionary,
where simple words can fuse together
with a own type of magic,
lacking in the ability
to find poetry in ordinary things,
to create poetry in lines
that by themselves fuses together
to create something great
but my words kept on coming,
falling into lines,
as if designed by a divine presence
and by themselves fused
into much deeper meaning
than I could find with my own abilities.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Easy Way Out
You'll take advantage, till you think you're being used
'Cause without an enemy your anger gets confused
And I got stuck on a side you know I never chose
But it's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
There's no escape for you, except in someone else
Although you've already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man, who's always changing clothes
It's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
While I watch you making mistakes
I wish you luck, I really do
With the problem, with the puzzle
Whatever's left of you
I heard you found another audience to bore
Creative thinker, you imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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In A Word
Stop, taking for granted
I am the one whos wrong
You might be surprised
Time standin still - seems like we dont belong
Youll realize
Start giving to me all you can
Stop telling me girl just where I stand
Chorus:
Its your turn you should show what you know to me
One Ive not heard before
My concern you cant tell what you know to me
You cant say it all in a word
Life turns around
Time not to look away
And face what you see
Truth shows itself - watch everything you say
When youre talking to me
You find yourself just in time
No dont be afraid of what youll find on the way
Chorus:
Its your turn you should show what you know to me
One Ive not heard before
My concern you cant tell what you know to me
You cant say it all in a word
Its your turn you should show what you know to me
One Ive not heard before
My concern you cant tell what you know to me
You cant say it all in a word
(instrumental break)
Chorus:
Its your turn you should show what you know to me
One Ive not heard before
My concern you cant tell what you know to me
You cant say it all in a word
No you cant say it all in one word...
song performed by by Toto
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You Picked This Conflict to Fight
You had selected the time for battle.
With a predestined date for victory.
Celebrated before the outcomed fate.
You chose my demeanor as an easy take.
Perceiving my persona,
Had not been genuine but fake.
And you believed you would rule and conquer over me.
Causing me loss of pretensions...
Because you thought I was all wind within them.
Betting with others I would cave in?
Without a defense shown to win!
Well...
I will never call you a fool.
You'll have to discover that on your own time.
And by yourself,
When finally realize in your disturbed mind...
You picked this conflict to fight.
One I've been rehearsing for,
All of my life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Easy Has This Been Made To Do?
How easy has it been made,
For anyone to lift...
An accusatory finger to point to someone else,
As a reason for their problems?
How easy has it been made,
To destroy other lives including their own...
By the creating of lies and hiding behind them.
How easy has it been made,
To ruin the quality and standard of life...
Of those who want to live their lives right,
In environments where people have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And a public performance of ignorance,
Is just the thing to do since it's attractive too.
How easy has it been made,
To degrade a neighborhood to do it with a doing done?
As others from the outside watch this,
With an open invitation for more to come.
As if everyone has free admission to see fools in a zoo.
How easy has this been made to do?
And who benefits from this?
Not even the ones who make a dollar in profit.
Or the ones who created it,
With beliefs they can drive away...
To an exit that no longer exist.
Or a door to lock to keep them safe.
Those who have that kind of mind will never from it escape.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taking The Easy Way Out
Youll take advantage til you think youre being used
Cause without an enemy your anger gets confused
I got stuck on the side you know, I never chose
But its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
Theres no escape for you except in someone else
Although youve already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man whos always changing clothes
Its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
Well I dont want you making mistakes
I wish you luck I really do
But the problem with the puzzle
Whatevers left to you
I heard you found another audience to bore
A creative thinker who imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
Its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
Its all about taking the easy way out for you I suppose
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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When It Benefits To Pay Attention
I can quickly forgive and understand a child,
Who takes an escapade with a making a mistake...
At my expense.
I expect this from a child adventuring,
Out into the world to establish for themselves...
A building of their own common sense.
This I accept and expect.
With a patience in the beginning given.
And hoping in their minds something eventually connects.
However...
With the giving of circumstances and considering one's age,
There are stages of life when it benefits to pay attention.
And if one continues to disrespect others to neglect,
Difficult it becomes for me to repeatedly forgive and forget.
Especially when a doing is done,
Over and over and over by someone...
Who cruises through life making the same mistakes,
With new excuses easy to use refusing to face truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Sell It In Pieces To Have It Sold
Once upon a time,
When I was just a young bud growing...
On the tree of life,
Blossoming with idealism.
And thriving with desire to have more Sun light,
Brighten to open my eyes even wider.
I had a wish to become wiser.
I had a wish to have it known,
I could express an intelligence.
Today,
My wants and needs are more simplistic.
I have only one wish.
And that's to have whatever it took to get,
My peace of mind...
Never to become noticed to be valued,
By anyone trying to buy it.
And I become foolish enough,
To attempt to sell it in pieces to have it sold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since An Epiphany Has Arrived
The living of life,
Can reveal bewildering moments.
Some are not as stunning as others.
But needless to say,
One that is stunned by an event...
Remembers it never to forget.
Like being picked to have a misdeed done.
One that is intentional,
By someone feeling vindictive.
To have that 'someone' eventually feeling guilty...
Then to ask the victim to forgive and forget.
Since an epiphany has arrived.
'Sure,
I'll remove the knife from my back.
And while I do that,
Why don't you make reservations for us.
We will have dinner then maybe catch a movie afterwards.
Don't worry abour the blood.
I will pretend it's not there.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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