Sights Blocked By Insight Flight
Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?
No one should expect,
That a going through a motion...
Will be advantageous,
If a depth of feeling is not felt.
Or a self examination not ingested,
Will not expose a fakeness...
Unconsciously kept,
By the way one thoughtlessly...
Disconnects with a display of disrespect.
Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?
Observe this for yourself.
Don't take my word as if I suggest!
The examples of it are abundantly expressed.
As if what is worshipped is self serving...
With pretentions unintended but there to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Experiment Experienced As Life
Split divisions within divisions split.
Tattooed decisions made,
To brand and pierce skin...
Without regard,
For these 'vehicles' we ride inside.
Gifted...
Yet to us we've been loaned.
To thoughtlessly do,
Those misdeeds we've shown.
Increasing a disrespect and value for life,
To dispel that this is a fact that's known.
As we diminish our influence on Earth,
With a disbelief there is no Supreme Deity...
Observing every speck we leave unconsciously,
From birth.
To displease this Almighty 'Deity'.
As we refuse to take flight to greater heights,
Flown!
In exploration.
Not condemnation.
To sow as grown and harvested.
And we wonder why our treasured life...
Speeds ever so rapidly,
Towards a meeting with a demise...
We seem to have chosen with blind eyes!
Prone to be conditioned to acceptable limits.
And pray, we do, to have things our way.
Disobeying every sign that has displayed...
WHAT controls!
WHAT rules and commands.
And WHAT can end it all one day!
To dismiss this experiment experienced as life,
Symbolized to rituals fixed and worshipped.
Since we have yet to perceive,
A Magnificent Deity conceiving...
Our fragile existence as nothing,
To sacrifice.
Because we do not pride ouselves,
With a gratefulness.
Although...
For a Creator of such Awesome Power,
Prepared to deliver without hesitation...
What is seemed we most want and wish,
To give us and be done with it as asked...
And quick.
With such a Divine swiftness.
Never to disappoint those saved and serving,
In an observing faithfulness kept.
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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Self Examination Is a Process That Must Take Place
I am not one up to addressing stress.
Or the affects of neglecting the effects of it.
But those who defend and protect the obviousness
Of their own unhappiness,
Because they choose to keep their stress kept secret...
Can not be helped.
I've dealt with it myself to know the steps.
People who have already decided to over-medicate themselves...
Have chosen not to face their own reflections.
And self examination is a process that must take place,
If anyone is going to progress beyond their afflictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
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When this space walk will be completed, then the arm will be fully operational and ready for the next activity that will be pretty much the testing, the first flight testing of the space station arm.
quote by Umberto Guidoni
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If You Allow Yourself to Set High Standards
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
You will enjoy a higher flight.
Feeling right and certain with this decision,
Made.
With your sights gliding,
Towards an enlightenment sent...
To aid your clearing vision.
As clouds from a darkened limitation,
Fades.
And...
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
Who knows...
You just may influence,
Someone else...
To take flight and also soar.
Who knows who will choose with you,
To explore the soaring done you will do!
And all of those struggles you fight,
Will come from behind those doors you closed.
In a silent battle.
To expose themselves,
As obstacles you allowed to impose...
Upon your attention given.
They will know then...
To you they seem so insignificant.
And they will argue!
But from you they will eventually leave.
With a sliding right off your back.
To become detached.
Never to find you to saddle for a ride again.
As you once had welcomed them!
To harness as if a limb needed.
And there will be a peace enjoyed...
Leaving you to command your destiny!
If...
You allow yourself,
To set high standards!
Listen to your heart and learn.
Your eyes will open,
With a dismissing of the fog...
That drifts away,
To reveal your triumph.
If...
You listen to your heart and learn.
You will allow yourself,
To set high standards!
For yourself.
No one else.
Unless they too...
Have a wish for a dimissing of a fog!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pushing Me Away
I've lied to you
The same way that I always do
This is the last smile
That I'll fake for the sake of being with you
(Everything falls apart/Even the people who never frown/Eventually break down)
The sacrifice of hiding in a lie
(Everything has to end/You'll soon find we're out of time/To watch it all unwind)
The sacrifice is never knowing
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away
I've tried like you
To do everything you wanted too
This is the last time
I'll take the blame for the sake of being with you
(Everything falls apart/Even the people who never frown/Eventually break down)
The sacrifice of hiding in a lie
(Everything has to end/You'll soon find we're out of time/To watch it all unwind)
The sacrifice is never knowing
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away
The sacrifice of hiding in a lie
The sacrifice is never knowing
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see your testing me pushes me away
Pushes me away
song performed by by Linkin Park from Hybrid Theory
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Love Is Blindness (live)
Love is blindness
I don't wanna see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my heart
Love is blindness
In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete
Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindness
Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense
Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
song performed by by U2
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Convenience
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience to have someone there.
To hear breathing the air.
As if the company kept...
Communicated with chemistry.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
It occurred to me,
To you I was just something to do.
And that wasn't done,
Seriously.
Even together,
You preferred to play hide and seek.
And I discovered,
I want and need love.
And when you left that feeling stayed.
Then I knew what you gave,
Was not love.
But a game to be played.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience that eventually,
Faded.
After the quick and ease of preparation,
Left immediately upon its release.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Choice Would Seem to Be Easy
As the Sun rises on the horizon,
To lift new beginnings...
And clearing paths walked,
Along a journey stalked by distractions.
Will visions accept a guide assigned to lead them?
One they were not told or prepared...
Would appear before them,
With darken skin and kinky hair?
One who did not smile...
But offered a truth they had not heard in a while.
Or would they turn their backs,
And declare a wish for darkness?
To immerse themselves in further attacks.
Since they had grown accustomed...
To those who tormented them,
With such acts.
And sought for them prolonged despair.
The choice would seem to be easy...
However,
An experience in gloom...
Some considered more appropriate.
Than following someone,
Who promises a dawn...
Clearly showing proof,
They should move forward.
Move on!
But some will choose to sit in dismay...
Since the appearance of 'light'
Affects their lack of having insight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Testing leads to failure, and failure leads to understanding.
quote by Burt Rutan
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Acts Of People Apathetic Towards Others
Manipulative and calculating.
With a display of their failures achieved,
Are those fed with beliefs...
That being deceitful leads to success.
Only to discover unhappiness when they get it.
These are acts of people apathetic towards others.
But when they get themselves in a mess,
They market with an advertisement campaign...
Their seeking for a televised empathy,
That celebrates their victimization.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Goods From Your Efforts
Rise to the occasion each time met.
No matter how brisk cool breezes blow.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet.
Bring with it uncomfortable humidity.
To slow the affects of your expectations.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or keep a goal that is set to let slip,
From its fixed position in your mind.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will deliver to you prosperity in time.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet,
To slow the affects of your expectations.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will leave you cheering to erase every regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing For More Of It To Define As It Sits
My point of view,
And how that is expressed.
Does not take nerve,
But a consciousness I posses.
I never thought my 'visions' would upset.
Since this Earth we all inhabit,
Is not my idea...
Created from a private concept.
Are eyes that shut closed?
And ears blocked from hearing?
What I see as concrete evidence...
Should not be debated if what is seen is near.
And today few things seem obvious,
Or as clear as it appears.
Yet so many people live their lives in fear.
And wishing for more of it to define as it sits...
Encouraged to stay in a prolonged visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comfortable Fog
Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.
And as intoxicated as many have been,
A thick fog on the outside of their doors...
Hides more than unseen surroundings.
It keeps those inside imprisoned...
With minds clogged,
By forget or forget me not options...
Few who pass with interactive lives,
Are caring less who hides inside!
And if lights are turned off...
With shades pulled down to avoid Sunlight.
A life unlived would still not be noticed.
Since from inside what is seen,
Would be a surrounding of comfortable fog.
Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.
And engulfed...
With the surrounding of comfortable fog
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something To Offend
One's prolonged obsession,
With soliciting empathy...
Eventually gains them a sympathy,
For possessing a mentality...
That has left a maturity,
Something to offend the ones...
Who will never in their minds,
Self examine their insecurities to address it.
And it continues to hurt those,
Forced to remain stunted and stagnant...
By those who can not divorce from the hold,
On their limited views on growth...
While advocating the advancement of ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Highlighting An Observation
For themselves,
There is a need to create competitors.
To see a competing done between,
Different influences.
You know...
To feed conversations,
In cliques and forums...
Focusing attention,
To eventually infuriate themselves.
And,
To do this with such dedication.
They have a need to do this,
Since their egos are the only ones wounded.
Although it is believed,
The opposite infflicted affects someone else.
But that 'someone' just notices, laughs...
Without addressing this,
To submit 'reflections' to then leave.
'If you are not addressing it,
What do you call what you are doing? '
I call it,
Highlighting An Observation.
With a donating of comments that are 'sidebarred',
That will be intended for a mention or two...
To ruffle a few feathers.
'Leave it just as 'Highlighting An Observation'.
The other part is too wordy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War is a survival among us from savage times and affects now chiefly the boyish and unthinking element of the nation. The wisest realize that there are better ways for practicing heroism and other and more certain ends of insuring the survival of the fittest. It is something a people outgrow. But whether they consciously practice peace or not, nature in its evolution eventually practices it for them, and after enough of the inhabitants of a globe have killed each other off, the remainder must find it more advantageous to work together for the common good.
quote by Percival Lowell
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