Seen By An Undisciplined Offspring
Stale, antiquated and rehashed.
Traditions strict.
And wished to be kept...
By those whose lives are lived by myths.
And hyped with unresisted propaganda.
But those days are fading quick!
Shown by those fed,
Such misfit misgivings of a nonexistence.
With expectations high and mighty...
Seen by an undisciplined offspring,
As too laughable to achieve or accomplish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Touched As Wished
Perceive and feel any accomplishment wished.
The beating and removing of weeds...
On a path,
May slow...
But don't let a mind that is fixed,
To accomplish...
Drift.
Mistakes are made.
But one must allow this...
If a feeling of success,
Is going to be touched as wished.
Stay away from those with negativity to grind.
People like that are weak in initiative...
Are also seeking to validate,
Their insecurities in other minds.
Misery loves company.
A lot of it and that's a fact.
And emotions shown that go unprotected...
Are used as traps to hold folks back.
'I understand exactly how you are feeling.
Come and sit with me.
I have time to waste to listen with a comforting done,
To every one of your complaints.
Don't hold back.
I am here for you and I want you to know that.'
Misery loves company.
A lot of it and that's a fact.
And emotions shown that go unprotected...
Are used as traps to hold folks back.
To achieve and acquire success...
One must work at it constantly.
Often without being understood.
Often without sleep.
Or getting little rest.
But blessings come as rewards for those tests.
Perceive and feel any accomplishment wished.
The beating and removing of weeds...
On a path,
May slow...
But don't let a mind that is fixed,
To accomplish...
Drift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How to Do what Has Been Done Even Better
The achieving,
With a delivery done...
To another,
Of their expectations received.
Only increases the level,
To heighten...
Something else more demanding,
That is wished.
And 'if' disappointment,
To the one who receives and gets comes...
Because that one accustomed to giving,
Has no time to fulfill demands on command...
As if a magic wand is in one's hands,
Those who have become spoiled...
Are quick to soil one's reputation.
Without hesitation.
And...
Just as easy as those who believe...
Deeds done by a 'doer',
Is nothing more than picking what is wished...
Out of a hat!
With a rabbit or a cat.
And perhaps a few flying doves...
As an added surprise to delight and satisfy,
Those sitting with nothing else to give,
But critique and suggestions...
On how to do what has been done,
Even better.
The achieving,
With a delivery done...
To another,
Of their expectations received.
Only increases the level,
To heighten...
Something else more demanding,
That is wished.
With a showing of a caring less,
Quick to be expressed from their lips.
'You've ALREADY done 'that'!
I've seen it.
How about you doing 'this'?
With a doing of it...
As if you mean for 'me',
To be impressed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mighty
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons weve slain, rescued many maidens fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Well be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
song performed by by Sting
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Fading Light
Another time it might have been so different
Oh, if only we could do it all again
But now it's just another fading memory
Out of focus, though the out line still remains
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives, remember
Like the story that we wish was never ending
We know some time we must reach the final page
Still we carry on just pretending
That there'll always be one more day to go
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives, remember
Another chance hello, another goodbye
And so many things we'll never see again
Days of lives that seem so unimportant
They seem to matter and to count much later on
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives, remember
song performed by by Genesis
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DIS with an ASTER Grasped
DIS with an ASTER...
That's how some live their lives.
With attempts not to include,
Any form of discipline.
With expectations,
However they achieve a goal wished...
Can be done without sacrifice.
With an achieving of success,
The way they would like.
Those not applying a daily regimen,
With not a focus or a purpose...
From Sunrise to Sunset,
With some sweat and tears that may begin.
Believe that anything tossed into the wind,
By them...
Is significant to pass.
Even if it's mediocrity!
Or...a DIS with an ASTER grasped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fading Lights
Another time it might have been so different
Oh if only we could do it all again
But now its just another fading memory
Out of focus, though the outline still remains
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
Remember
Like the story that we wish was never ending
We know sometime we must reach the final page
Still we carry on just pretending
That therell always be one more day to go
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
So remember...
Another chance hello, another goodbye
And so many things well never see again
Days of life that seemed so unimportant
They seem to matter but to count much later on
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
Remember
song performed by by Genesis
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Little Miss Fit
Theres a good theres a bad
Some are gay, some are sad
Theres a right, theres a wrong
Those who fit dont belong
Well Im the bad
And Ive got to admit
That Im sad
Im a little misfit
Im in the wrong
And thats the truth of it
I dont belong
Im a little misfit
Theres the sun theres the rain
Those in love those in pain
Some succeed while others fail
Some will ease someone tells
Well Im in the rain
And Ive got to admit
That I gonna pay
Im a little misfit
Though Ive failed
Thats the truth of it
See me tell
Im a little misfit
Lifes so hard when youre far from everything
Lifes so cold when you know you have no friends
Well Ive lost
And Ive got to admit
That Ive paid the cost
Im a little misfit
I still grow
And thats the truth of it
Ill always fall
Im a little misfit
Well Im bad
And Ive got to admit
That Im sad
Im a little misfit
Well Im bad
And thats the truth of it
That makes me sad
Im a little misfit
Well Im lost
And Ive got to admit
That Ive paid the cost
Im a little misfit
Im so poor
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Misfits (HEATHER**town of misfits?)
old saint nick saved all the misfit toys
and gave them to all the girls and boys.
he knew that each one could never be
a misfit for you or me.
now all those toys had their spirits broken
for they could not see
the beauty that was in their hearts
was meant to be.
a word, a touch, of old saint nick
healed their hearts very quick.
now that their spirits were revived
the tears rolled from their eyes.
they had learned on this day
that a pure heart would forever stay.
so if you think that you're a misfit child
sit and think for awhile.
of all the others who are worse than you
and don't know where to turn to.
you have loved ones to guide you
and show they care
although at times they may not be there.
look into the LORDS heart and you will see
'a misfit child, you could never be'
for my love is within thee.
poem by Louis Rams
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Look Around
Defending inferiority,
And those whose best accomplishments...
Is to achieve mediocrity,
To simplify what is complex...
Lowers yet even more,
Those expectations...
Each generation.
And...
With each generation,
The taste for degradation...
Becomes a need that is craved.
Can this be an exaggeration?
Look around!
What has happened to those values,
And standards once praised?
Have they been embellished,
To laugh away these days?
Look around!
And...
Who 'is' responsible,
For ensuring traditions were erased?
Those that carried a pride on one's face!
Where are 'they' now to be found?
Below the garbage and trash,
That is thrown to the ground?
And...
Is that also blamed on those alien?
Those who are foreign,
With a wish to diminish the quality of this.
Look around.
No fee is charged for self assessments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood Pressure
Earlier days..
Grand-ma immixed
Chilli, mustard, turmeric, oil
Salt hyped in high pickle-jar
Wherein neck-level baby mangoes cuddling..
Babies soon wept under heavy pressure
Pacified but by a shared gallery of kith and kin
Mother pickled the same way, her time
Hyped salt pressured in
Smaller family couldn't be salty larger
High saline, frightening viscosity
Jar and mother haemorrhaged
Her children so tensed and bottled up often
Hypertensely seeking Physician's recipe
For a nonhaemorrhagic jar
poem by Indira Renganathan
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High And Mighty
Intro:
He is high and mighty
He is high and mighty
He is there and ever waiting
Reaching out to you and me
1st chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power
Mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is there with the answers
Let us lift him up
God loves you, did you know that?
Ain't it good to know he cares
If you're burdened down with troubles
Just go to him in prayer
Say god, i'm just a seeker
I'm empty, scared and lost
Then lay your burdens down
At the foot of the cross
He said ye shall know the truth
And the truth shall set you free
He will guide and lead you
And fulfill every need
Nothing is impossible
If you have faith enough
So if you've lost direction
Stop and just look up
2nd chorus:
'cause he is high and mighty
Ooh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is life everlasting
Let us lift him up
Interlude:
High and mighty
He is high and mighty
I believe, i do believe
That his love has set me free
I believe, i believe, i believe
3rd chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and he's mighty
It's a wonderful feeling
Let us lift him up
He said if i be lifted up
He said if i be lifted up
What did he say?
He said if i be lifted up
I'll draw all the men unto me
Let's lift him higher, higher
Higher and higher each day
Let's lift him up
'cause he is high and he's mighty
And he has washed my sins away
'cause he's high and he's mighty
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Global Policy
There are those who are quick,
To strike poses.
Quick to tilt up their noses.
And slow to admit...
Something within their minds,
Feels not quite right.
Nor is it a snug fit.
Something is ajar,
Off track and misfit.
And,
There are those who discard good deeds.
For fear attention given,
Will be received by others...
Who achieve.
Regardless of who it is this does not please.
And they are usually despised,
By those unwise and...
Self righteous!
And among some others there are a few,
Who do what they do no matter who is abused...
By what it was they refuse to acknowledge.
And there is a following of those who admire this.
Although these conscious acts should be abolished.
Dismissed!
What would be left of the lifestyles and mindsets,
Of those who have spent entire lives...
Delusioned by those trusted who insist,
Lies and bravado is a prerequisite needed by all to exist.
With a sense that THEIR 'correctness',
Should be at the top of everyone's priority list.
A foolishness preserved...
Has them feeling,
What is done to others...
Is something 'others' deserve.
With a dictating displayed,
And heard...
As the beginnings to inflict global policy.
With races trading places,
Of felt and implemented significance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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High & Mighty
Intro:
He is high and mighty
He is high and mighty
He is there and ever waiting
Reaching out to you and me
1st chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power
Mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is there with the answers
Let us lift him up
God loves you, did you know that?
Aint it good to know he cares
If youre burdened down with troubles
Just go to him in prayer
Say god, Im just a seeker
Im empty, scared and lost
Then lay your burdens down
At the foot of the cross
He said ye shall know the truth
And the truth shall set you free
He will guide and lead you
And fulfill every need
Nothing is impossible
If you have faith enough
So if youve lost direction
Stop and just look up
2nd chorus:
cause he is high and mighty
Ooh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is life everlasting
Let us lift him up
Interlude:
High and mighty
He is high and mighty
I believe, I do believe
That his love has set me free
I believe, I believe, I believe
3rd chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and hes mighty
Its a wonderful feeling
Let us lift him up
He said if I be lifted up
He said if I be lifted up
What did he say?
He said if I be lifted up
Ill draw all the men unto me
Lets lift him higher, higher
Higher and higher each day
Lets lift him up
cause he is high and hes mighty
And he has washed my sins away
cause hes high and hes mighty
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Chances Missed
With promises of a greatness awaiting,
How can one depend on a satisfaction...
That will give comfort that comes from it?
With a wish that a spotlight,
Soothes an ego needing to feed and please.
Feasting on philosophies,
May treat with a benefit...
Those nourishing on a composite,
Of strict diets mixed with myths.
Squeezing the adventure out of any of this,
When no advantage is recognized...
As one anticipates with a fading contemplation,
The satiating taste of what fades away.
Especially,
If days and months and years are spent...
Hoping that unexpected luck,
Comes before the passing of nightfall.
And many a night have fallen upon those,
Giving new meanings...
To their interpretation of procrastination.
And gone is the daring done,
When one begins to witness...
Both the effects and process of a noticeable aging.
With the signs of youth diminishing in exuberant flair.
'Oh my!
What are 'these' around my eyes? '
~Traces of crows feet.
Don't worry.
They will be back to finish the dance.~
And those dreams eagerly pursued at one time,
Become subdued with a reminiscing...
Of those 'what ifs' wished and chances missed.
'That wasn't a very nice thing to say.'
~Here...
Put on your glasses.
Do I have a look as if I seek your vote?
I am not a politician.
You're getting old.
Get over it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But I Was Never Alone
I had to grow up,
Early.
There was no sheltered path,
Protecting steps...
I was made to correct.
By a sibling older...
I knew as I grew.
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
There were days of resentment.
There were days I spent alone.
There were days I wished,
For a childhood that was childish.
And today I am grateful,
For all of those experiences.
I learned through mistakes made,
And heartaches too.
I learned to listen,
With introspective comprehension.
My battles I fought.
And with time I recognized,
Those blessings to me God has brought!
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
But I was...
Never alone,
To be alone on my own.
And this to me,
God has shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember The 'Old' Days?
Remember the 'old' days,
When attempts were not made...
To manipulate legitimacy.
And people did deeds with merit,
To achieve their best to be correct.
With a doing of it without being tested,
By deceivers picking apart what had been done.
Just to prove they can devalue,
A quality of life for everyone.
Remember the 'old' days,
When expectations were raised high to reach?
Without a seeking them in gutters,
By those who had their druthers...
To share their findings with others.
Remember the 'old' days,
When people were not demanding...
Entitlements underserved.
Yet wanted them served in their opened hands.
Remember the 'old' days?
There are still many left who do.
With a yearning to earn what was given to them.
And respect and discipline was not forbidden then.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Am I To Return a 'Tude
Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitiude!
I don't.
I did not major in psychology.
Or empathy overflow...
To have my emotions abused.
Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitude.
I have my own issues.
And a doing it alone to correct them.
Has helped me process my weaknesses.
And I don't accept anyone telling me...
'You are strong and more experienced.'
I may be both.
But...
I am not a collector of insecurities.
Nor am I one to understand,
A delivery of another's disrespect.
Shown to me or anyone else addressed.
A maturity I may express...
Was not to me hand delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declining Forgiveness
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
With embellished insecurities...
Of memories flourished now gone.
Their mentalities are witnessed to be diminishing quick.
And within themselves,
They can not admit...
These times lived today,
Will not continue to permit...
An attention given,
To such stubbornly held sickness...
They have become riddled and sit with!
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
The challenges ahead requires a collective focus,
That has to exist!
To be drained emotionally by someone misfit...
Detaches an empathy!
With a declining forgiveness,
Decaying with it!
And a healing affect,
Will for all go neglected
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Value The Blessing
Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.
And the speeding of it seems,
To emphasize the days one ages...
From one stage to another.
Leaving time one takes to procrastinate,
A waste.
As an awakening to aches and pains felt,
To ignore to value the blessing of life lived...
To accomplish something done,
Yet still enabling one to do.
Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.
One can sit to listen and reminisce.
Or decide to experience,
More life in the pursuit of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Never Knows
One never knows,
What 'truths' are left standing.
When so much depends,
Upon lies...
Told,
And shattered!
One never knows,
If beliefs...
Are myths of schemes.
Or what exists,
Is reality...
One should ponder.
One never knows,
What heartbreaks await them.
Or what it takes,
To escape fear...
Of a life,
Still held dear!
Simple are those days,
Long gone.
With hopes and dreams wished.
Held on to keep them lingered.
Remembering days missed,
And reminisced.
Are like gifts to those who choose them.
Since they seem not to change.
One never knows,
If beliefs...
Are myths of schemes.
Or what exists,
Is reality...
One should ponder.
As they wander!
One never knows,
What heartbreaks await them.
Or what it takes,
To escape fear...
Of a life,
Still held dear!
Simple are those days,
Long gone.
With hopes and dreams wished.
Held on to keep them lingered.
Remembering days missed,
And reminisced.
Are like gifts to those who choose them.
Since they seem to never change.
One never knows,
What 'truths' are left standing.
When so much depends,
Upon lies...
Told,
And shattered!
Although,
This does matter...
To those,
Who choose life...
Just to bloom.
And to grow!
Living a life,
As it is...
Wrong or right.
Who can say...
They,
Really 'know'!
Who lives life as it is...
To say,
They know?
Who can say...
They know?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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