Seated Within Barriers
Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
To realize it had a better use...
Than to sit enclosed
And left not to expose itself,
To receive, perceive and deliver?
Limited to conditions,
I was not.
Disciplined with responsibility...
Came from my parents,
Who initiated my awakening.
And on many levels.
I felt restricted by depictions...
Of where I should be,
By those who were 'degreed'
To regurgitate philosophies,
That did not reflect...
A life in the projects.
I quite loved and accepted.
Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
From teachers who attempted,
To keep me seated within barriers.
The ones selected to keep me subservient,
And self rejecting!
Somehow those lessons of limitation,
Activated my dreams!
The moment I discovered,
I desired to rush to be with those I loved...
While others were rushing to impress,
With the best of their redundancy!
I was being instructed to open my eyes.
Listen with my ears.
And observe the steps...
Of those who feared to adventure their own destinies.
I was 'trained' to watch them.
Learn to enjoy the taste of bitterness.
Forgive but not condone ignorance...
Whether mine or some outside affliction,
Meant to keep my life deluded!
Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
Learning how to fly high from my nest.
Before any sign of wings came to sprout.
I was taught to figure it out.
My mind began an inside flight.
My insights did not need wings to fly.
And as long as no one provided boundaries,
They could not show and I refused to see...
The training of my brain,
Became my property!
Since I was too stubborn to confess,
A conformity I can reflect.
But the testing of it suits me best.
I am not restricted to shallow acceptances.
An observation that is obvious...
Does not confine me to take note!
Or attract what I need to feed me,
To sustain the light that is on 'my' path!
Limited to conditions,
I was not.
Disciplined with responsibility...
Came from my parents,
Who initiated my awakening.
And on many levels.
They had 'ways' to capture my attention.
And I developed a way to obey.
I wanted my journey to soar.
Knowing that obstacles faced...
Delayed but did not erase to replace,
My own separate wishes...
To become free and dismissed from fear!
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Habits are comforts
To listen to the tunes that
Your ears are trained on,
To look at things that
Your eyes are trained on,
And to tread the way that
Your feet are trained in
Will appear sweet to you.
Habits bring comfort zones.
01.01.07
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Being a Fool Is Easier
Those words may not always be there to say,
What feelings felt in moments bring.
And finding in my mind what my heart knows best...
Sometimes from my lips are not there to confess.
I am not trained to disconnect,
From sensitivities I don't expect.
I am not trained to just neglect...
My eyes from impressions.
Or my ears from remembered lessons.
I choose to move in forward steps.
Sweeping away experiences...
I have yet to perfect.
What I do is done with a truth I pursue.
Making excuses for myself I refuse to do.
And admitting this is not difficult.
Since I will be the first to say...
Being a fool is easier.
Than to hide and have someone decide,
If I am trying to hard to say what's inside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Don't From Them Leave!
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
Walk away from this.
Do not hesitate,
As if waiting for this to change.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
People will choose ignorance to expose.
Since they have been conditioned to not listen.
And folks convinced like these...
Will bring you to your knees,
If you don't from them decide you should leave!
If you don't from them leave! ,
You're doomed to grieve.
Minds like these are locked without a key.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
Before your life becomes a misery.
And choose to move and do it instantly.
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To One Who Bade Him Work
EACH day Work bids my heart anew,
Fold wings and watch my brain at play;
But brain and heart will fly your way,
And find their natural home in you!
Come to me--'tis the only way!
For heart and brain have had to learn
Such carrier-pigeon feats of flight,
That were you here, my heart's delight,
My brain and heart to Work would turn,
Spread wings, and flutter from your sight.
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Create The Life
Once we create the course of life,
We ride and commit jesting and joking.
A trained man has life, so much life,
Then we train the symbols of love.
Poems are goodness, but well is the poet
That he created life, so much of it.
This I confess, this I express,
And more leisure is trained, as more is loved.
The creative spirit is extended
To the worlds of pleasure, pleasure can
Dissolve into the oceans and then work
With reminding.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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Wide World of Intellectual Iliteracy-WWII
Slavery Institutionalized Slavery
You didn’t take me away from aplace
You extricated me from a sacred space Me
You developed and trained mu mind
To blend in with your kind
To put you in the fore front
And leave myself behind
My mind was open to assimilation
And closed to self-realization
Education was the agent of control
Substituting society for my soul
An act of self-suicide for the good of the whole
Was it not the great minds of our times that sanctioned
Self hatred
Made the truth oblique
Made education a conditioning process
To obliterate being unique
Seek a role model, seek a hero
Don’t seek being yourself, you are a zero
If education is the answer
It has a function similar to cancer
Americanization another appellation for education
Mind control, behavioral modification
Violence is a form of militaristic communication
I’m a clone, a mere cheap imitation
If I kill it’s because I’m trained
If I hate it’s because I’m trained
If I steal it’s because I’m trained
I don’t know who I am but because I am trained
I Am A Professional
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He Comes Knowing
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you think he is oblivious to the obvious?
And living in a preferred time zone.
Comforted by hidden insecurities...
And deluded by the absence of practiced truths?
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you believe,
One who has been made to feel an 'outsider'...
Does not perceive,
Who receives him as he is!
Amongst those who are quick...
To ridicule him with their negative judgements.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
And...
He is guided by the 'Divine'!
In time,
You will discover that.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
And knowing he does...
What will and must take place,
To clean up disgraceful traces left,
By those who have lived their entire lives unchallenged...
Thoughtless.
And,
Born to feed their greed!
Prepare...
For the 'We Can and 'We Will'
Winds of change to blow,
Dramatically across the land!
And free of addicting pollutants.
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Rough Riders took 13 weeks to shoot, plus a week of training. The same guy trained us trained the cast in Platoon. Except, instead of radios, we used bugles to signal.
quote by Tom Berenger
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Gain Using Brain
Think carefully thrice
Throw decisions' dice
On the fine brain-floor
Success will knock at your door
You must be brave
Do not think about the grave
Surely from worry-fever
You will soon recover
The World you must leave
But before leaving, you must leave
Principles for ambitious youth
Living in East, West, North and south
Make cowardice face death
For this stop fear's breath
Valuable thoughts you must contribute
Forever then the World will pay tribute
If thought -fertilizers are scant
How can grow brain-plant?
Let brain make the right move
Then only obstacles you can remove
Wonderful plans brain can easily invent
Any hardship it can surely circumvent
A sharp brain is hard-work's gift
For coming up in life, it is the lift
Man has developed great cultures
Remain the same all other creatures
The obvious reason is brain
Thinking is to the brain grain
Life-river when you cross
Hindrances will come across
So skilfully construct the brain-bridge
Keep guiding thought-boards in the edge
If brain remains dull and negative
How can actions become superlative?
Brain is the basic root
That gives sweet success-fruit
If life-land is arid
Sweat can help get rid
Of aridity which is a success -killer
Provided brain becomes an expert-tiller.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Unified Pursuits
Now that many are awakening,
To see how reality connects and works.
They are wishing to contact those dismissed,
For not being this or that.
And being considered in that past,
As those without identity with a calling them jerks.
And their activities had no connection,
To those living in distressed communities!
Or not being 'real' when efforts they made,
Were ignorantly in need of attack as then perceived.
Times have a way of changing all that!
Now that eyes have been opened wide,
Those caught up in their 'new' discovered truths...
Are curious why those dismissed,
Have no interest in participating in their 'unified' pursuits.
Or retracing...
Those dismissed steps,
They have long ago left!
With a 'Best Wishes' on their peaceful breaths.
And showing not a sign or a hint of regret.
In fact, there is a happiness revealed they reflect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brain Scan
No sun for the grey children
Waiting to catch the strange
Airy notions of that place
Now they evolutions
Means their brain mutations
The wider is the comprehension
The deeper and stronger is the illusion
They're no more material
Since they're invisible
High pressure inside me
Erasure, I'm empty
With their talk, they fill me
Now I walk, so brainy
Who's in my head, hiding themselves
It hurts me so, it's a brainscan
Who's it instead, instead myself
I hate it so, it's a brain scan
Creeping in your double mind
There's nothing they can't find
You've lost all your energy
Not able to set you free
They will own you just like me
Just like me, just like me...
High pressure inside me
Erasure, I'm empty
With their talk, they fill me
Now I walk, so brainy
Some times I feel
Their cold presence
Checking my mind, it's a brain scan
Sometimes my soul
Can't reach a sense
This head is mine, it's a brain scan
Don't ask'em to give a break
You can't even close the gate
Passing through both hemispheres
Searching in all memories
Knowing what's inside of me
Side of me, side of me....
Perceptive entity
Emotive synergy
Hyper-detection
Suck out the reason
Is there something I could feel
Translucid language
Reflect the new age
Words are a limitation
Locking me out of my skull
Something without physical
Disturbing my frequency
Terminate identity
Out of me, out of me
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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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Potty Trained By Patient Strangers
Is there an awakening stage,
Upon which children undisciplined...
Become responsible driven adults?
And suddenly a laziness condoned,
Develops into an array of capabilities shown?
And beaming parents with no influence of this at all...
Stand tall to be awarded the credit.
With an acknowledged look as if deserved?
If this scenerio is an expectation...
While parents who have been negligent,
Of 'parenting' as it is meant await praises?
There is no wonder why there are many adults,
Who have learned to be potty trained...
By patient strangers.
And few who have done this,
Can say they have welcomed successful results.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Class Dismissed
Can anyone identify
What this is I have in my right hand?
'It is a pen, Mister Wisdom.'
Very good.
And with that pen,
On a piece of paper.
I want each of you to write this:
'If I ever allowed Mister Wisdom,
To teach and I would listen.
Perhaps he will not consider me,
A complete idiot! '
Very good.
Now take this to your parents...
And return this to me tomorrow!
Signed,
With a photo of your parents attached!
Class dismissed!
'Mister Wisdom...
The bell hasn't rung yet! '
Oh...
You are going to hear much more than bells,
In this classroom!
I just want you all to pay attention to the silence!
That's the way I like it!
And that's the way it is going to be.
Unless a fool wants to object to my wishes?
Hmmm...
Like I said...
Class dismissed!
And don't forget those photos,
Of your breeders!
Forgive me children.
I meant to say...
Unless an 'ignoramous'
Wants to object to my wishes!
All and 'any' class who forgets
That I am the one who dismisses...
Will receive many lessons in this room!
Tell your parents...
Wallet size.
No 8 by 10's!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eager to Learn
On many levels you were told and shown.
In many ways,
The questions you now ask were raised,
And answered.
But the times were too early.
And in those days you shoveled away,
The best advice...
Like snow and ice on your path!
You wanted your outlook to be the one,
With stubbornness to last.
On many occasions you were there in debate.
Waiting to win,
An opinion given.
And even then you made decisions,
You often would regret.
Listening to comprehend,
Some folks like you have never learned to do!
And a suffering for them like yours,
Begins to sink through.
I was a victim myself...
Of a thick skull,
Protecting hard headedness.
Restricted by an ego I would not let go!
And lessons taught I ignored,
To do those things I thought were best.
Until I got tired,
Of blocking my own happiness.
On many levels you were told and shown.
In many ways,
The questions you now ask were raised,
And answered.
Perhaps in these days...
You now feel you are crazed.
And your ways like others you have followed...
Have left you dazed in sorrow.
But tomorrow,
If you let it...
Will come to please with teachings.
And you will be eager to learn...
How to patch those bridges burned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brain
Lord giveth the brain
To be sane
Which we all
Have profaned.
Made amongst us
Few insane
Mirrored reflection
For the sane.
But this brain
Of the sane
Has become
A source of bane.
Boon!
For him
Who
Lacks the brain.
No I, No my
No boundaries
To restrict
The flight.
Oh brain
Why
Thou has
This animal tamed.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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We can not wait until we have enough trained people willing to work at a teacher's salary and under conditions imposed upon teachers in order to improve what happens in the classroom.
quote by Major Owens
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Without a Smidgen of Maliciousness
Like most people in the same mindset,
A belief is indoctrinated within them...
That whatever they do and wherever they go,
Their actions and deeds are 'always' correct.
With ears closed and mouths open,
A narrow mentality from them you can expect.
But don't rush to pass judgement on them.
These folks are without a smidgen of maliciousness.
Like all trained pets...
Doing nothing more nor nothing less,
Than what a limited vision accepts.
This is the existence for them that is best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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