Self and Identity
It is never too late,
For one to discover self and identity.
However,
I do not believe they should expect,
Fanfare.
Especially from those,
Who have chosen this route to take...
Most of their lives without fearing to be themselves.
And many of them without the benefit of respect given,
From those still in masquerade.
And seeking approval...
For the worn out sterotypical images,
They find easy to address and adorn.
No matter how outdated the disgracing beratements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
poem by David Harris
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Peacocking To Flock Together
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed,
And I'm kept a prisoner...
By someone's rush to stupidity expressed.
People are quick to ignite their own storms.
To later admit they were thick-headed and impatient,
And expect a forgiveness for their foolishness...
At someone else's expense they must adorn.
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed.
That's capitalized B.S.
Underlined and followed by defined exclamation.
Everyday people step through fields of manure,
Seeking to blame someone for their actions.
With a seeking 'not' to self examine,
The lure of their own temptating ignorance...
Handed down from one generation to the next to ensure.
Everyday people show they can strip respect away.
With a doing of their own as if protected to condone.
No matter what they do to each other shown,
With a peacocking to flock together like misguided birds...
Bearing the same false feathers to flutter as heard.
'What about us? '
~What about it?
We only collectively gather together,
To express our own unified distrust...
We can not seem to elimiate from ourselves,
Or each other. What about 'us'...is there such a thing? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reason and Cause
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect...
Or get!
To excuse a promise made,
Often degrades a relationship.
Especially if made to children.
Children do not forget it.
And adults who make promises...
With no intentions to fulfill them.
Find themselves blaming someone else,
For breaking a commitment.
Only to discover,
They have become the reason and cause...
Of that person's resentment.
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect.
Or ever again will get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Right Address
I know it's not all about me!
But that part of me that is affected by 'it'
Is going to get my many visits.
And seeking acceptance or approval
For my concern...
Is something that I've earned.
It wasn't given for me to be driven,
Into insanity
Because someone has not granted me approval...
To be me!
'God,
I don't see where they believe You are with me,
At all!
Are You sure You gave me the right address? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect To It
Respect to it has more than a one sided way
Do not expect the respect of others if respect to them you don't pay
You treat other people as you'd like them to treat you
And in turn they will give you the respect you are due
You may be the wealthiest and most powerful person in your town
And you feel that you have the right for to put others down
And others respect you or so to you it does appear
But between feigned and true respect the difference is quite clear
Despotic leaders believe the masses them do revere
But this sort of feigned adulation is adulation through fear
To protest in such circumstance they'd be risking their own lives
And the lives of their children as well as their wives
If you do not respect then respect do not expect to receive
Just a known fact of life that one ought to believe.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Seeking To Be Convinced
They will never find true happiness.
They have chosen to adorn their shells...
With visits welcomed by temptations.
And desperations...
Sought outside,
Instead of inside themselves!
Where this journey begins and ends.
But they spend their entire lives,
Seeking to be convinced!
And peering over the fence...
To compare whose grass,
Remains the greener!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularized To Address And Adorn
They've been conditioned to believe,
What happens to them in their environment...
Is a reflection of society and the general public.
And what has been done to them has been effective.
And...
Indirectly,
They are correct.
Although,
What they expose and show as a collective mindset...
With a lack of comprehension as to who they are,
Consciously speaking...
Skips and misses the point of having an identity.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
And only in the 'inner cities'...
Is this believed,
To be a fashion statement!
Where everything else,
Seems to begin to generate taste and flavor...
Before being popularized to address and adorn.
And marketed to benefit the easy life of thieves.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your Value To Become Diminished
Would you like to discover your value quickly?
Here is a simple thing to do to test it...
With identity and dignity you pride inside,
Speak directly with honesty and truth...
In places not accustomed to it.
Begin with those who are family.
Then approach those you call friends.
I've seen this attempted by others.
Character assassinations began.
And you know there will be labelling done!
Well...
Some do not know this.
And are ready to seek approval and acceptance.
Expect your value to become diminished,
If you buy any of that, 'You are not like us' nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Choice To Face Obstacles
The best route to take,
To ensure something focused upon...
Has a chance to get done without friction,
Is to take the opposite direction,
Others have said is the most popular one.
This will guarantee less commotion on the route.
And that choice to face obstacles,
Produces something learned...
Those preferring an easy way,
Will always find reason and time to argue.
It is easier to get something done by one,
Than to discuss the longevity of benefits...
That has yet to materialize to exist for all,
Who will come together to resist...
The nature of the benefit and how it will be implemented.
And at who's advantage.
If one has been down this road before,
There is no need to repeat the experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking Attention of That Kind Has Been Fed
I don't expect your praise.
In fact...
I don't expect you to acknowleged anything I do.
I am not on that mission.
Seeking attention of that kind has been fed.
However...
What I do expect,
Is a clue you know something about self respect.
And so far I suspect,
We both have become disappointed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Have Been Given The Opportunity
IF you have been given the opportunity,
To be invited to view a bigger picture of life...
That includes you,
But for some reason...
You are no longer tha main topic of it?
Grab a hold onto this opportunity.
You may discover a different world,
You had no idea existed.
And others like yourself,
Finding the useless need...
To adorn rose colored glasses.
Getting a much wider vision of life,
And how the experience of living it...
Can benefit with a more rewarding purpose,
That redefines your identity with clarity!
If...
You have been given that opportunity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Them Anything To Believe!
Tell them anything to believe!
That kept policy of philosophy,
Remains as the chief cohesive reason...
Why too many can not accept,
A life they perceived to be denied...
Of an integrity wished from others.
With a wanting of it from them to get.
But learn they have been duped by lies.
Tell them anything to believe!
And those who have done this,
Today have their regrets to express.
If people are led to discover,
They no longer should and can respect...
What is there left to protect or expect,
From those giving their best but find themselves...
Totally disregarded and taken for granted to neglect.
And those who have chosen to tell folks anything,
But what is correct...
Eventually find they are without a purpose.
Since nothing which is meant to convince to be heard...
Becomes regarded as worthless and a waste of words.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Could Be Chosen That Is Liked Enough
Successful in restricting the movements,
Of those with wishes to lead.
They are now seeking unity and leadership...
From those left amongst themselves,
Who are only motivated to prevent progress.
Not receive it.
They have yet to develop that kind of respect!
Or perceive anyone qualified,
Willing to sacrifice substance...
To those still in question about their identity!
And 'who' could be chosen that is liked enough,
To satisfy their ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Expect Respect
I don't expect...
Understanding from anyone selfish.
I don't expect...
A comprehension from someone among,
Those who have not sacrificed.
Or...
Those who live self-centered lives.
I don't expect...
Understanding from anyone selfish.
I don't expect...
A comprehension from someone among,
Those who have not sacrificed.
Or...
Those who live self-centered lives.
I don't expect...
Respect,
From them to get.
I don't expect...
Respect,
From them to get.
I don't expect...
Understanding from anyone selfish.
I don't expect...
A comprehension from someone among,
Those who have not sacrificed.
Or...
Those who live self-centered lives.
I don't expect...
Respect,
From them to get.
I don't expect...
Understanding from anyone selfish.
I don't expect...
Respect,
From them to get.
I don't expect...
A comprehension from someone among,
Those who have not sacrificed.
Or...
Those who live self-centered lives.
I don't expect...
Respect,
From them to get.
I don't expect...
Respect,
From them,
To get.
I don't expect...
Understanding from anyone selfish.
I don't expect...
Understanding from anyone selfish.
I don't expect...
Respect,
From them,
To get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Encouraged
If you know who it is you are...
The best disguise will not hide you.
Let others masquerade,
With those of false charades.
Those images they have adopted,
Will be dropped.
Leaving them to discover,
Even they do not know who they are.
They have lost their own identities,
In pretentions
That do not nourish, flourish or feed!
If you know who it is you are...
Be encouraged!
You are among the few!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Anger Behind The Swing Of This Axe
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting..
I did everything right and it still went so wrong.
Perfection in the moment and now its gone.
If I only knew what I know now.
I would have ran for the hills.
Never looked back.
Like a ghost completely disappeared.
Across the hemisphere.
Above the highest atmosphere.
Mind you they are limitation I grant you.
But still I don't think it's that far of an exaggeration.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
A broken heart I'm not debating.
For I know at one time I did love you.
But it faded as you became so god damn jaded.
Nothing I did was ever quite good enough.
With love their should never be any expectation.
Except not too stray or put yourself a abusive situation.
Support and do the best you can for your family and friends.
But in this case you didn't allow that to happen.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
I want to blame you for my unhappiness.
But I can not.
For I'm better off now then I ever have been.
In my eyes you have already been forgiven.
For your road was rockier then mine has ever been.
I will never forget the kids they will always be in my heart as if they were my own.
One autistic, the other blind.
You don't even acknowledge I ever existed.
Even as I ask how they are.
So I will never know.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
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Respect Poem
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Resp ect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you the knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
respect your friend who saved you from the ledge
respect yourself from not going to the edge.
they are so many things we tend to say
giving respect does not come everyday
don't reject, don't regret just correct
but don't forget to bloody respect.
respect it something i like
doesn't matter if your wrong or right
doesn't matter if you black or white
doesn't matter if your rich or poor
doesn't matter what the hell you own
doesn't matter what way were you born.
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poem by Dbhker Don
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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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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Assessments to Seduce
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
I chose to heal.
I chose to sing.
I chose to dance and do those things.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
I chose to stand.
I chose to walk.
I chose the Sun!
Not the miseries others wished upon me to bring.
Hoping from obstacles faced,
I would run.
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
I chose to heal.
I chose to sing.
I chose to dance and do those things.
And whatever it is prioritized on your agenda?
I wish you all the best!
But don't count on me,
To give it attention with signs of protest.
I have chosen to ignore people like you.
Knowing that a focus on my own happiness...
Is what God wishes!
And that gift God has given...
Has proven to me I am blessed!
Address this any way you wish.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
I have chosen,
The freedom to be me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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