Selected to Make Decisions
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '
And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.
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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Novocaine Free
What world have they been living in?
Not to notice the vanishing,
Of their quality of life slowly diminishing.
It's not as if there were not those who said so.
However...
There were those who chose to deny,
They were vicimizing themselves.
By accepting disrespect.
And condoning its appearance...
As the best yet to get.
While making no demands,
By raising a firm hand against this mess.
And suddenly they wish to stop the bleeding?
Suddenly they wish to see their children disciplined.
Suddenly they value the purpose of higher education.
Thinking now becomes a treasure.
And a comprehension is wanted...
By those who now understand,
What the mind can do when it is used.
And now folks choose to move forward...
With beliefs there will be no pain.
And for these folks it will be unfortunate,
For them to experience...
A reality that comes to them,
Novocaine free.
With no numbing of delusions done,
To trade reality for weekend escapades.
What comes is here to stay!
Prickling with truth to aid those awakening...
From their bouts of charaded amnesia.
Recessed with sweetened fantasies!
'1-2-3...
WAKE UP! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing What It Has Taken
Knowing what it has taken,
To make those forward steps made...
Gives me the satisfaction,
Of not having my movements distracted...
By every ache and pain I felt.
To discourage with a listening,
Of those who said...
What it was I should and could not do.
And...
Knowing what it has taken,
To ignore limitations and choose to move...
With my eyes open,
And overlooking all mental and physical...
Obstacles.
Has proven to me,
It is with a doing done with excuses to overcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Task To Mask My Weaknesses
It isn't as easy as it seems,
To teach anyone...
Who has established a mindset,
That whatever is done which they do...
Is okay no matter what it is.
Betraying others with a disrespect to display,
Is a thoughtlessness that increases to test...
Others to accept a mindset,
Deep in selfishness.
And kept protected in ways unsuspected.
Until one steps forward to protest this disregard,
There will be excuses made forever...
By the ones who perceive,
Others exist to cater to their needs.
To leave them to do as they choose and please.
'You can say what you like,
But never again...
Will I be giving you another opportunity,
To perceive my giving...
As a task to mask my weaknesses.'
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Read Between My Lines
I'm going to make it easier for you,
To read between my lines.
Since you are convinced...
You are aware of my intentions!
Ready?
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And...
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There!
Feel free to interpret my every word.
With specific intentions you believe I meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Growing From The Seed
But whom is to say how that seed will grow?
A change with the bitterness and cold of times covered in snow.
Who are we to judge how someone will be.
It's not already chosen.
Not even with the best intentions can fortune tellers always be right.
For a prediction a lot of the time are based on intuition.
The gut, the instinct baring.
The soul glowing with aura that makes you believe one thing.
It is as it is.
With a closed minds we choose to accept it as the only possibility.
But what of the other possibilities.
Do they fizzle out because of our bias beliefs because of what we know?
Knowledge is food we choose to eat, but do we feed others the same thing?
Or do we let them choose for them selves?
A spoon forcefully put in someone's mouth.
Doesn't mean they will agree with it, or like it.
They might just spit it back out.
Yuk, your wrong the child says as he regurgitates it as if he is wiser then we are.
And in some ways he might be.
For he hasn't yet made many decisions, based on influence of others.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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You Will Get What's Coming
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
You and I may have grown,
With similar capabilities.
But being conscious of doing anything to me
Seems to have affected your beliefs,
You can do to me and go unscathed.
There is not one inhabitant on or 'of' this Earth,
That does a misdeed to another
That will not 'one day' become victimized,
By what has been done!
You may have had your fun
Believing what you did to have done,
To lie and deceive like many 'choose' to perceive
They also can do,
And not be repaid for those efforts.
There is no hiding away to convince others,
You have no clue why someone else does
What they do to you,
And 'you' are innocently treated
As a culprit who has initiated an action,
That has been mistakened.
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
And folks like you who declare not to know,
Why others do to you what they do
Will eventually expose yourselves.
Physically, mentally
However Mother Nature chooses to do it to you.
You will get what's coming.
And at a price you can afford.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing What Is Felt Within
There is nothing quite like,
Being honest with oneself.
Knowing what is felt within.
And how it affects...
Without concern of what comes next!
That's the best reality,
One can possibly get.
To admit mistakes...
With a forgiveness that it takes,
For one to move on!
Remaining strong and keeping a faith maintained.
After going through the motions...
Of living a life in pretense,
That 'something' about it has been lived well.
Until something about 'that'
Awakens one out of its limitation.
To realize...
There is nothing quite like,
Being honest with oneself.
Knowing what is felt within.
And how it affects...
Without concern of what comes next!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prose: Achieving Your Goal
The most important things in life are often those we have to choose from at critical times. They very often represent and determine the course our life will take and to what extent we have in controlling or shaping it. With whatever choice we make, opportunities arise and by making the most of these we realise the relative benefits to be gained or otherwise. Through our committment and willingness to achieve a goal, irrespective of what obstacles there may be or we come across, we move forward and progress is made in our endeavour. If the goal is something we have set our mind and heart on whatever setbacks or obstacles are encountered we should take them to be the hurdles to overcome.
By repeated experience we learn the necessary disciplines with which to train or involve our mind and body to reach our goal. When we recognise and forego or sacrifice certain habits that are not conducive to our overall progress we release more energy by which to accomplish our end. By sustained right effort we put in motion the train of events that will bring about the right results, but we should not be too attached to the fruits thereof. Too much attachment is a cause of blindness, disappointment and suffering. However with the right mental attitudes including positive thinking and actions we should learn from and leave behind past failures by always striving onwards to our desired objective or set goal.
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poem by George Krokos
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood On Their Hands
Delusions are difficult to erase,
From minds nourished to believe...
They are entitled to take and receive,
And do as they please.
Delusions fed,
Can not envision concepts...
Of having little to nothing left,
To continue feeding a greed.
Every aspect of this consciousness,
Has been spoiled by intriguing propaganda.
And hyped to delight in another's defeat.
Without a self reflection done or apology.
But a brick wall stalls when made of concrete.
And hitting one's head against it,
Does not advance one to a conquering done...
Sweetened by victory.
As one would like to rewrite history.
A brick wall made,
And built thickened by concrete...
Only leaves a head beatened against it,
To bleed internally.
Since prior activities,
To ensure it isolates and stands...
Has been built by the very ones,
With blood now on their hands.
And drips...
Without consideration,
Of an evaluation to self examine.
And this has created,
Unhealthy mindsets that debate matter over substance...
With an absence of reason and cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Than Just Exposure
More than just exposure.
My needs are to connect.
There is no flattery blinding me.
My mission is totally circumspect.
Prudent are my movements.
Precise are the intentions meant.
Forward is my pace.
Whatever it takes...
To replace the commonness,
Of accepted waste.
More than just exposure.
My needs are to connect.
There is no flattery blinding me.
My mission is totally circumspect.
Totally I choose to remain focused,
On what it is I must do next.
To afford that progress.
No matter the difficulty of those steps.
One affected with a purpose,
Is challenged by obstacles...
That allows little time,
Found to rest and reflect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Made Okay To Do It Your Way
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.
You complained,
That you couldn't take the weight.
And a waiting too late makes it okay.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pageantries Of Ceremonies Done
The affects of a 'rite of passage' taken,
Should produce a noticeable growth...
Of a progress made.
But some rituals enforced are delayed,
By a maturity that seems afraid...
To move ahead with an expected responsibility.
And pageantries of ceremonies done,
Do not prepare one to comprehend or observe...
From previous examples anywhere that have been laid.
And yet these empty spectacles displayed,
Are just events to watch unnourished...
As another performance of expectation that aging will unlock!
Like graduating from one place with steps,
That should move forward...
Instead of a regress into a relapsing that stops.
With completions of routines that are witnessed,
But accomplishing nothing that has a meaning felt...
Or seen to be embraced as a progress that escapes stagnation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If That's the Path You Are Waiting to Have Cleared
Why have you chosen to climb over those boulders?
And walk your way through the forest,
Instead of following along a trail that has been paved? !
'I chose this as 'my' path!
I wanted to experience...
Those obstacles at my own expense.
To learn and observe as much as I could see.
Without taking it for granted,
I could take advantage of an easier way for me.
And I have no regrets.
How about you? '
I've been waiting now for awhile.
They have discovered an enormous amount of debris,
On my path.
Are you coming 'back' from distances?
Or are you moving along on a journey?
'Well...
I am moving forward,
Hopefully.
There was once a clear path.
I saw some folks on it.
If that's the path you are waiting to have cleared...
To visit or stay...
Or fellowship near.
Best wishes, my 'brutha'.
You got a long wait!
Back there...
Folks like to stay in debate,
As to who should do what...
To get things done!
You should go.
You'll be welcomed and caught up in it,
Before you know it!
That's why I long decided to do my own 'thing'!
Stopping to discuss what action to take...
Is not on my agenda!
Go! Or wait...
Or whatever it is you do!
They will love you!
And they will not believe,
Just how naïve you are! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Land Of Make Believe
After lining their pockets with wealth and rhetoric,
It becomes difficult for one to perceive...
Those selected to lead in leadership positions,
Have a purpose to dedicate their lives to the uplifting...
With desires to see,
An equality, equal opportunity and happiness expressed...
For each common man to reflect and receive.
In the land of make believe...
Fairytales are more than accepted.
They become a way of life.
In the land of make believe...
The sun is never seen to rise.
It just beams never to set.
After lining their pockets with wealth and rhetoric,
It becomes difficult for one to perceive...
Those selected to lead in leadership positions,
Have a purpose to dedicate their lives to the uplifting...
With desires to see,
An equality, equal opportunity and happiness expressed...
For each common man to reflect and receive.
In the land of make believe...
Fairytales are more than accepted.
They become a way of life.
In the land of make believe...
The sun is never seen to rise.
It just beams never to set.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Determined By Group Effort
There is one important aspect,
I have learned in the living of my life.
And that is to live it to its fullest.
Regardless of who says what,
With comments to make...
As if my steps made seeks their approval.
Or critical judgements passed to hear,
If I do not impress with them first to address it.
I have learned to live my life,
With the telling of those of what they can do.
AND...
If they do not like those choices I have made.
It took me a long time to learn this in perspective...
The living of my life is not determined by group effort.
With the hopes that my doings...
Are only suitable and aimed towards them to please.
It's not them I thank...I thank God on daily basis,
For opening my eyes to finally awaken.
With the distinct smelling of coffee...
With cream and sugar in a cup and enjoying it.
To sip at my leisure for as long as I choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To Opposition
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.
Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!
But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Progress Is the Concept That Inspires Ideas
To move forward,
In thought.
Or in actual movement.
Means exactly that!
Not to discuss it,
As if to do so will get it done.
To move forward takes applied effort.
If a repeated situation,
Does not get resolved.
Because there is something,
In one's consciousness that blocks this.
Moving forward is not going to be accomplished.
To make noticeable progress.
And progress is the concept that inspires ideas.
Rarely, if ever...
Does enlightenment stirs or occurs,
To one 'enhanced' by the driven excitement of stagnation.
Unless this has been determined as a fresh activity.
And for a very few,
This may be a possibility.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fading Ou
packing my bags and heading out on my own
making choices that will shape the future days I have to come
and I could choose the easy road but I have to be strong cause
I don't want to spend a lifetime knowing that I've chosen wrong
And it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
those who are older say my mind should be made up
headed on some path to greatness but I think that's messed up
cause there's so many options and I want to try them all
but now for some strange reason my back's against the wall
and it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
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