Reason and The Cause
For any mending to begin,
There has to be an honesty faced...
From within.
There has to be a connection made,
That allows a process without conflict...
To move forward and not stay,
Rotting until it decays!
There are many examples existing like this.
Many too accepting in denial...
With negativities that persist.
And for those who choose not to see,
As it is.
They are the reason and the cause,
For the chaos this has cost!
For any mending to begin,
There has to be an honesty faced...
From within.
There has to be a connection made,
That allows a process without conflict...
To move forward and not stay,
Rotting until it decays!
And for those who choose not to see,
As it is.
They are the reason and the cause,
For the loss and chaos this has cost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Released
There is one thing that is certain.
When people begin an association with honesty...
And a flirting with deception from them is dismissed,
To permanently leave.
Those unfamiliar with this uplifting transformation,
With a strength that is received.
Will choose to perceive this show of orderly decency,
As a weakness that depletes a deleting of courage.
Although it is a courage from them that has been released...
To be displayed as a courtesy and respect,
Others accept as a projection...
Of an addiction to weakness they reject.
With chaos and conflict in their minds to protect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Non-ness
But at this time...
On these non-days,
When a sense of non-ness is existing.
I try to find in my mind,
A reason and a rhyme...
To define what it is I choose to decline.
And it is at this time,
I'm feeling quite fine.
And those non-days existing,
With a non-ness to grind...
To upset my mind,
I can't allow...
Myself to be twisted in the mix of it!
I once participated in heated debates.
About the absence of the right,
To enjoy the life I've made.
Without feeling I should trade away...
This happiness I feel and have,
I just can't walk away from to see betrayed.
And it is because at this time,
On these non-days...
Whether they come to others to keep and stay,
I wish agitation begin from me to fade.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
And when that non-ness is there to share,
Because at this time I made up my mind to care...
I,
Have chosen peace...
And I've left the scene.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Because Of The Media
'The media is the reason for our problems.
The media is the reason for our dysfunctions.
The media is the reason why there is conflict.
The media is the reason our kids are the way they are.
The media is the reason for racism and division.
The media is the reason why the economy is perceived,
To be knocking on death's door.
And it is because of the media our great country,
Has fallen into dire straits and has less educated citizens! '
That's a wrap, Sarah.
Very well done.
Now we do have you scheduled for that magazine shoot.
With you standing on the pier in common street clothes.
Very representative of the people.
As well as very clever.
Now...
Should we re-schedule the talk show for next week?
Or...
Should we keep it and move your appearance for the fund-raiser?
Since your announcement...
We have been overflooded with requests.
'What are the ratings for the talk show?
I want to know their demographics.
Also...
Do not schedule any of my activities around the playoffs.
Last year PBS refused to carry my message!
And it is important that my followers know how the media is used,
To manipulate their thinking process.
And that is the reason my campaign is important.
These are issues that must be prioritized...
And addressed!
IF we are going to move forward as a nation!
And get out of this mess!
Here are my questions to be asked,
By those selected reporters.
I need to freshen up before the press conference begins.
Make sure all cameras are placed behind,
Those who flew in from Hollywood.
They are filming a documentary...
To be used to solicit potential donors.
And I need as much as I can get,
To offset my travel expenses.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Often Egos Win
Misunderstandings opens the door,
To comprehension.
If allowed.
And it may come with some pain.
However...
The prospects of a process of healing,
Begins some kind of a mending done.
Truth...
If kept in prolonged denial,
Can hurt.
The unacceptance of it...
Can devastate and create undo agony.
If allowed.
Some mindsets forbid this!
Unwilling to forgive and forget.
To bridge the gap between misunderstanding,
Comprehension and accepting truth...
Reduces conflict on many levels.
If allowed.
But tremendous egos,
Can kill any relationship.
No matter what the subject is!
And too often,
Egos win!
To misunderstand...
Again and again!
To understand what it is they wish,
From a limited perspective...
That seeks stubbornly to be understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Was Never There to Trust
How long...
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!
How long...
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed...
Was never to be opened.
And we parted to be friends,
Again!
Why?
Why do we do this to try...
Something not meant to be for us.
Why can't we just forget this.
To quit it.
And walk away to stay that way.
And why?
Why do we hurt ourselves.
Hoping that no one else...
Will come between us.
When love was never there,
To trust!
How long...
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!
How long...
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed...
Should never been then opened.
To let heartbreak begin,
Again!
Tell me why?
Why do we do this to try.
Why can't we be the friends we could have been,
Before.
Before we thought we had much more!
And what was that did we explore...
Before?
But then again,
Perhaps...
Our friendship,
Was never one that ended.
Since one between us ever did begin!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Excuse Again What Has Been Done
Those who can not clear their heads,
By a resting done,
To move forward on their paths...
And put to bed a past.
Are those seeking to find explanations,
For anyone to grasp onto with time to give...
To excuse again what has been done they did,
As if some have not moved on with lives to live.
And for them there is only one process of life!
That which condons not being able to live their own,
With an honesty that provides for them an inner peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Entrances
I am trying to find a way to restart.
Somewhere to begin to say
What is in my heart,
Right now.
Before what's in it now...
Snuggles deeper inside with the other,
Excuses made.
Seeking to reintroduce,
A redefined dignity.
While attempting to find a place comfortable,
To stay and hide disappointments lived!
I am trying to find a way to restart.
I can choose any way to begin.
But I am examining fresh entrances...
To boost a few butts to move.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed But Having No Purpose
If this was exclusively about me,
I would not for you choose to bleed.
Or unselfishly give my time.
There is a sacrifice made.
This has nothing to do,
With a personal escapade.
Or an ego to parade...
To manipulate one's state of mind.
Although I do admit,
There is some pleasure I get out of it.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
To commit with devotion to what one does,
May be interpreted as a seeking of attention.
But if another benefits from what is done...
Is one more concerned as to who receives credit?
When a wholesomeness is shared and no one regrets it.
I often wonder about this.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Libertine
When she walked in the room
You could faint from the strong perfume
And she said her name was libertine
In my ear, a voice said dont be a fool stay clear,
Better stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
So I stayed out of view
But my eyes couldnt come unglued
I was hypnotized by libertine
So in time I broke down and I lost my mind
Then I made a move on libertine
Stay away from libertine
Made a move on libertine
Stay away from libertine
I made my move on libertine
And I waited all night
til the timing was right
For another man was reaching for her hand
But he went to the phone
And when I got her alone
It just wasnt the same
Tell me whats in a name?
She made me drunk with her charms
Then she left on her husbands arm
And I got the shaft from libertine
I was weak and I know just from whence I speak,
Better stay away from libertine
Stay away from libertine
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put That Bottle Down
When you get sippin'
I get tired of it.
Then you begin to trippin'
And that makes me sick.
Why can't you put,
That bottle down.
If you wont do that,
I can't stay around.
You're a closet alcoholic,
That's a fact you wont admit.
When you begin to nippin...
Your sips don't quit.
Why can't you put that bottle down.
If you wont do that I can't stay around.
You need to stop that sippin quick.
When you get drunk,
It makes me sick.
That habit that you have admit it...
Before you get ripped on your trip.
Why can't you put that bottle down.
If you wont do that I can't stay around.
If you choose to you can do it.
If you choose I'll help you through it,
But...
You need to put that bottle down.
You need to do it 'cause I want you around!
If you choose to you can do it.
If you choose I'll help you through it,
But...
You need to put that bottle down.
You need to do it 'cause I want you around!
If you choose to you can do it.
If you choose I'll help you through it,
But...
You need to put that bottle down.
You need to do it 'cause I want you around!
If you choose to you can do it.
If you choose I'll help you through it.
Prove it to yourself this habit you can remove!
Why can't you put that bottle down!
You can do it.
You can prove it.
I am here to help you through it!
And...
Why can't you put that bottle down?
You can do it.
You can prove it.
I am here to help you through it!
And...
Why can't you put that bottle down?
You can do it.
You can prove it.
I am here to help you through it,
To cease this evil.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hurting From Inside
Pretensions used as a defense fails.
A truth of a reality,
Impales an ignorance.
They wish the blood that seeps,
Stops an honesty that can not be faced.
But they are not willing to heal the pain,
Hurting from inside.
They wish alone to cry.
The bleeding does not subside.
And denial keeps them fading,
With false dignities!
Exposing a tattered pride that all can see.
This is perceived to conceal their grief.
And yet it is not hidden!
A cure desired does not publicly endure,
Their constant sorrows.
They choose to refuse to admit,
The origin of their pain!
Denouncing the reason why they see no gains!
And they remain,
Lost amongst themselves...
Without identities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith and Hope
Some brick walls are easier to penetrate.
And that depends on when they were cemented.
The thickness.
And the chipping done,
Has to be taken into consideration.
Knowing that one's patience,
Still has to be applied.
And there is no going around it.
No matter how hard one tries.
One can choose to flee.
Or proceed to chip away quick.
Or begin this process slowly.
Just do what needs to be done.
There are obstacles to rid.
Faced by everyone.
Those who cope...
Realize the value place in faith and hope.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extremities Restricted Would Upset Me If Limited
Because I am blessed with vision.
I am more inclined to believe what I see,
Than what I hear with my own ears.
Because I do have a sense of touch.
I'd rather feel than have described to me,
What it is to experience that which I can hold.
Because I have a heart,
Sometimes in conflict with my mind...
I still find most times a connection I can define.
And blessed I am to have legs with feet,
I can choose to use them...
To come to go from inside to outside as I please.
To have any of my extremities restricted,
Would upset me if limited.
Especially if I am convinced their movement is mine.
I have been spoiled with these blessings.
And to sit and procrastinate,
Would be a waste of abilities as if I could stop time.
Yes I have been oppressed with a suppression that tests.
But I will not let that undo the best of me...
To allow what is believed to prevent my forward steps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Feeding Expected
No one can borrow money,
Squeezed from empty pockets.
Or dream of eating from a feast,
Deliciously prepared...
When nothing is there to eat anywhere.
And this feeding expected,
Is to be selected and picked from thin air.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A doing of it must first begin,
With an implementation...
Of those desires and needs,
Feeding a fire of desire from within.
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
That one,
Who sits with just wishes and dreams to appear...
Unassisted,
Will not be the one to benefit...
Without connecting,
Purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today we're faced with over 500 casualties, a cost of over $200 billion. And it could rise - the casualties could go into thousands and the cost could go over half a trillion - if we stay there for years.
quote by Dennis Kucinich
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The Fairness Of The Choices....
we choose
that is basic
whether to write
about the blooming
cherry blossom
come spring
or the falling
and wilting and
then rotting of
the leaves of autumn
sometimes
whichever way is that
whether to choose
what is inside
and shy away from
what is outside
whether you turn
left or
take the right
side of the two-faced
road
somehow
there is this fairness
of one's choosing
whether there is pain
or joy
beauty remains
unabandoned
truth resides in
both houses
and peeps in any
window
it is the same house
actually
the same road
same sky
same river
same heart
whatever, whichever
at the
end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Those Kids Are Mine
Pick any hour you choose to believe,
I am fast asleep.
With dreams of royalities.
And making acceptance speeches,
Behind raised and decorated podiums.
After reciting poem after poem,
Without a wish to get needed rest.
Pick any hour you choose to believe,
That hour is the time to begin your creeping.
When I release my 'children',
From the state of mind I fall into...
That seems to turn me on.
And...
I am creating 'children birthing from my pen.
Pick any hour your choose,
To molest any one of them.
And I will be at your door before you get there.
To begin your craft of flagrant plagiarism.
Pick any hour you choose to believe,
That hour is the time to begin your creeping.
You've been getting closer and closer...
But,
You touch one of my kids.
I will be at your door before you get there.
To discredit every move you've made,
To claim what's mine.
To do, redo, re-state or redefine.
Those kids are mine! And we know each other,
Very well.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Lived Moves On
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
Bouldering that overflowing dike of tears,
They may cry.
Heal.
And let those emotions subside!
But do not collect over the years,
As souvenirs awarded for their sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Is Not Positive Feedback
We've been extremely successful,
In isolating ourselves...
With a creation of a lifestyle,
That best reflects 'our' values and traditions.
AND...
Returning back to standards 'we' believe in!
Ensuring that it stays and remains that way.
Now that we have been undoubtedly successful,
In removing certain elements...
From our interpretation of 'success'.
With a separatist menatality!
Can anyone here 'volunteer'...
WHY does there seem to remain with us,
Conflict and undenied confusion? !
'Yes...
I would like to respond.'
That's great.
Someone with positive feedback.
By all means...
Let us hear your recommendations and suggestions.
'Perhaps...
And I say this only because I want us 'all' to comprehend.'
Yes, yes, yes.
Take your time...
It is wonderful to have the young participating,
In our decision making process for a change.
I apologize...
Continue.
'Perhaps...
T he real reason 'why' we are still bombarded,
With an affliction of chaos, conflict and indifference...
Is,
Just 'maybe' WE are the cause of it!
With our unreasonable stubbornness.
And a total lack of a willingness to listen! '
Young man...
That is 'not' positive feedback at all!
And...
Let me make this very clear.
Only those caring to share POSITIVE feedback,
Will be given the floor.
Sit down
Anyone else?
With 'positive' feedback?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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