Someone Made the Decision
Why do people leave,
From places once felt comfortable?
Someone made the decision,
To perceive themselves...
The end result of another's happiness.
And with a growing obnoxiousness,
Believed they could well afford...
Began to ruin the atmosphere.
And those who 'had' enjoyed it once,
Made it clear...
They could easily take away with them,
A peace of mind no one had bought.
Or sought to provide its growth to share.
That's why people leave,
From places once felt comfortable.
And that is why so many grieve,
When they believe what was done to please...
Has eventually left them alone,
To entertain their own sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have None Of It
If anyone that has been invited in your space,
Disrespects you and your space while they are in it...
They need to leave.
If your peace of mind has been threatened,
By anyone you have let in...
They need to leave.
Especially if they feel that comfortable,
To upset your environment...
With an immaturity their insecurities,
Are focused to set upon you,
With a wish to bring an intent to cause you grief.
They need to leave.
And you without apology must do this!
Request without attitude and insist.
Since folks come to spew their venom,
To enhance their own lack of peace...
Missing within them.
Clear the air and sweep away this sickness.
Do it quick.
Have none of it.
It has to leave!
This polluted air shared,
Is not yours to breathe.
Know it has to leave.
'People like that will always use others,
To enhance their point of view...
At the expense of someone believed to be,
Accepting of their ignorance.
And their ability to hide behind excuses made.
No one should feel victimized by them.
Let them know who you are.
And you have no tolerance for that BS! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I always enjoyed playing ball, and it didn't matter to me whether I played with white kids or black. I never understood why an issue was made of who I played with, and I never felt comfortable, when I grew up, telling other people how to act.
quote by Willie Mays
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It Is Best to Leave This Mindset Alone
There will always be those,
Who attempt to match wits...
With those who comprehend
The advantages of understanding.
Some folks live within a box regarded as safe.
And from inside a point of view of outside events...
They choose to argue their findings,
Condensed...
From a state of mind that is comfortable,
But for those who have discovered 'reality'...
They know this makes no sense.
And to produce beneficial chit chat,
Does not induce a growth of thought.
When a sharing is lost with one who's mind is stuck...
Deluded in visions found too comfortable.
And eventually these folks others must give up!
A process attached to learning,
For some is a worthless yearning.
And for them a progress is created from isolation.
Where ignorance is encouraged to thrive and manifest.
It is best to leave this mindset,
Alone!
They perceive time sits to wait for them,
To be condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aloof, Cool And Haughty
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
And instead of accepting one's positive comments,
About what it is they do,
People will think anything mentioned about that...
Is an act of patronizing.
AND...
It 'is' when giving another one's support.
HOWEVER,
In some places this is regarded as being...
Aloof, cool and haughty.
So what is one left to do to leave minds like this,
Left to eventually dismiss?
One becomes...
Aloof, cool and haughty to please expectations.
Like I said,
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
But...
Places like this do exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0164In Mind
It’s only now, only now, that I remember, that I can see,
how you made your presence felt so often;
so long unlooked for, seeing only absence, never believing presence;
for in the subtlety of your wisdom, the wisdom of your subtlety,
you leave reminders of that presence in that secret place
where it’s as safe as childhood happiness
forgotten, then remembered…
for you speak a closer language to a child,
closer than the growing child comes to believe.
When was the first time - now I can remember who you are,
when you first spoke to me?
Wasn’t it that day when I could toddle unsteadily
but with wide open eyes, where the lion’s head
poured water from its mouth into the basin?
and in the paving of the bricks – which anyone could see –
you left me that private, secret message,
knowing that I’d not notice, (so I’d not forget) ,
until one day it swam out of memory?
For this is your so secret, open generosity: you leave every one of us
this secret message: that moment when we knew
that we knew something certain – and yet,
did not know what that something was?
And then, that time after a year or two – a lifetime for a child –
when you announced your presence by your so painful absence,
and I made that solemn decision for a four-year-old,
never to trust a grown-up ever again; not because
of being a helpless child – but because there was that in me
which knew when you were there, and when you weren’t?
Then you left so many messages I did not need to heed
-or so it seemed, because they were so obvious –
and only in your absence was your presence felt:
the day after a gale, the ozone of the beach, the sea
now brown but calming, seaweed salty on the stones;
the field of flowers and dewdrops –the moths in ecstasy;
and in that silent glade of woodland, as if you had made that space
between the trees, to leave a message loud and clear: that
you live in space, so visibly invisible…
then later, on the tennis court, green grass just newly cut,
that exhilarating smell; lime-white lines just newly marked;
and when the ball hit the centre of the racquet, just so,
I missed your message, in the will to win…
And then, grown up: how are we to know – until we know –
your messages left all around, in so many places, all so different?
When, like the unicorn, we know we’ll never see you,
yet know we know that in our minds, you live?
That single horn upon its clear-eyed brow,
that dips in recognition of innocence,
how could we miss your message, so gently elegant,
one-pointed image of yourself, in mind?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Feeding On Evil
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Builds up feelings of being superior,
And strengthens mental securities...
Of those with low self esteem,
Who practice with weapons to destroy human beings.
Those with thoughts like this,
Are no different than a cancer allow to grow.
Even though the cures to relieve these agonies,
Have long been made available.
But fear has it advantages,
To benefit the ones unconscious.
It's in the advertising of good hype,
That keeps people supporting...
The creation of fears and misdeeds,
With beliefs those of deceit and greed...
Actually have sensibilities to heal wounds.
They wont since it's not to their best interest.
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Is,
For reasons to be left condoned...
To diminish all quality of life as shown.
And the ending of humanity if not stopped.
Even though,
The cures to relieve agonies that come...
With an intentional implementation of grief that is done,
Have long been made available to eliminate sorrows.
To ensure this existence of life,
Is enjoyed by everyone blessed to be gifted with it.
The markings left by the beast feeding on evil increased,
Will be decreased to cease and soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Validate A Feeling Felt Inside Themselves
A request to express an appreciation,
To motivate and inspire one who solicits this...
Places another in an awkward position.
Especially if the one solicited,
Hates to discourage...
With a response that is negative.
Flowery criticisms do not exist.
And if a critique is constructive,
What is suggested becomes misinterpreted.
The best advice I had ever been given,
Was to never ask for someone's opinion.
If I believed in a direction I followed,
Without fear of making mistakes...
Eventually I would learn on my own.
By researching that task I wanted to master...
As I developed a voice I alone grew to condone.
Some people are not willing to be that patient.
While others want to hear...
How great they are.
To validate a feeling felt inside themselves...
With a wish to have others,
Gaze upon them as if they were 'stars'.
And if that is the feeling already felt,
Nothing anyone says or recommends...
Will change what is already known within.
Many need to leave the feeding of their egos,
And just 'be' about what it is they choose to do!
If accolades come they come if they don't they don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Are They Now?
I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
And...
Where are those use to be's,
People believed...
Would never leave.
No I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
No I'm not.
And I...
Hope I'll never, ever...
Remain,
Unchanged...
To stay the same.
I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
And...
Where are those use to be's,
People believed...
Should never leave.
And where are those,
Use to be's...
People believed,
Would never leave.
Where are they now?
Those use to be's...
People believed,
Would never leave.
And where are they now?
Where are they?
Those use to be's,
People believed,
Would never leave.
Where are they now.
Where are they?
Those use to be's,
People believed...
Would never leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Lies In Ruin
love lies in ruin
love lies in ruin
love lies in ruin
love lies in ruin
leave if you want
if you can decide
leave if you believe in paradise
and stay if you must
if you'll trust my highs
stay, never leave, never go
my love lies in ruin
and better still my heart has ceased to care for anyone
you want to seize her
then tell her that you love her so
testify to all that i have ever felt for this girl
so walk on the wing
on the faith of desire
walk thru this place
as if your own
and leave as a friend
as a will that won't bend
leave as you would again
thru all the seasons
that i lived, i know i'm exiled
i testify to all that i had ever felt
as a child
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
to all i denied
i resist and i cursed
to all let me say
thank you so
for love is my way
is the path i choose
for love ever young may i feel
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
song performed by by Zwan
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See It As It Is
It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination
To maintain one's peace,
It is apparent one must release...
From such mindsets trapped,
Within points of views abused.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Longing
I wonder if you could share with me
The happiness of what you are with
And after what I have shared
With whatever I ever offered
Except pains and sorrows
Some sweetness remains
I wonder if you could share with me
The happiness of what you're with
For I've been sharing you the very thing
I have ever enjoyed
And what other people all can share
I also want to share your happiness
poem by Babette Teeth
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People And Places
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do you see the faces
round and round the places?
Are they people that you want to know?
Do you see the faces runnin round to different places?
Are they people that you what to know?
Yes, I see their faces one by one.
Yes, I see their joy and sadness.
Every single face there lies a trace of sadness felt before.
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do you see the faces runnin round to different places?
Are you people that we want to know?
Were the people goin round and round to difference places.
Youre the people that we want to know.
Yes, you are the ones.
You are the ones.
Every word I say
I say true, yeah, true.
Every single face there lies a trace of sadness felt before.
Take a ride on a rocket, take your mind, unlock it.
You all know we can do it, if you put your mind to it.
Take your life as you feel it, let no one deceive it.
You all know we can do it, if you put you mind to it.
Yes, Ive seen
Yes, Ive seen these lovely, lovely places.
Are we people that you want to know?
Smilin faces with long lasting traces,
Youre the people that we want to know.
Youre the people that we want to know.
Youre the people that we want to know.
So, take a ride on a rocket, take your mind, unlock it.
You all know we can do it, if you put your mind to it.
Take your life as you feel it, let no one deceive it.
You all know we can do it, if you put you mind to it.
song performed by by Journey
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People & Places
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do you see the faces
round and round the places?
Are they people that you want to know?
Do you see the faces runnin round to different places?
Are they people that you what to know?
Yes, I see their faces one by one.
Yes, I see their joy and sadness.
Every single face there lies a trace of sadness felt before.
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do (do) you (you) feel (feel) me?
Do you see the faces runnin round to different places?
Are you people that we want to know?
Were the people goin round and round to difference places.
Youre the people that we want to know.
Yes, you are the ones.
You are the ones.
Every word I say
I say true, yeah, true.
Every single face there lies a trace of sadness felt before.
Take a ride on a rocket, take your mind, unlock it.
You all know we can do it, if you put your mind to it.
Take your life as you feel it, let no one deceive it.
You all know we can do it, if you put you mind to it.
Yes, Ive seen
Yes, Ive seen these lovely, lovely places.
Are we people that you want to know?
Smilin faces with long lasting traces,
Youre the people that we want to know.
Youre the people that we want to know.
Youre the people that we want to know.
So, take a ride on a rocket, take your mind, unlock it.
You all know we can do it, if you put your mind to it.
Take your life as you feel it, let no one deceive it.
You all know we can do it, if you put you mind to it.
song performed by by Journey
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Betrayal of Humanity
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
It is as if they plot against,
Those who express empathy.
And come to another's defense.
This they suspect as a leakage of weakness.
And they perceive a caring done,
From someone willing to expose...
Their heartfelt feelings.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
Wizards of deception are trained.
And will do their best to protect delusions.
While attacks upon them,
Will be viciously claimed.
And a campaign begins to ensure they defame.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
These pests are all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Mural
We all will leave our footprints
Upon our planets dirt
As we daily live our lives
Upon our home upon this earth,
From the places that we've been
Or from where we had came
From the happiness that we felt
And even the sadness and it's pain,
The people we have known
That became part of our life
And the laughs that we shared
With the tears that we cried,
As these are part of our footprints
That we placed upon this world
And every soul will leave them
As that will become our mural.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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It Takes An Absence
It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.
It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.
It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.
And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.
Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.
It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lesson #1
Lesson #1...
You can not convince those,
Who have made up their minds...
That an alternative approach,
Will provide a better benefit.
They will not hear it!
Since their minds have been blocked,
And limited.
Leave them alone,
To experience their own ignorance.
And by doing this...
You have removed yourself,
From feelings of guilt and remorse.
Left behind for someone else,
To eventually admit.
You must allow them to confront their egos...
On their own terms.
If you don't...
No one grows to learn!
And an ego on a rampage,
Isn't worth sacrificing...
An earned peace of mind!
Leave that nonsense,
To find its own way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aiming Back
I have seen up;
I have seen down
I have been sideways
crammed into my room;
felt small
in small places;
cried dry tears
and lay face down
from embarrasments
earned and not earned;
crept into places too small for me
and feel a thousand tiny cuts a day.
Today I leave and aim my self home
where there are people who love me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I've Given In Print
I've given in print,
My sentiments...
On several levels of thought.
I've explained, complained...
And attempted to refrain,
From political or religious...
Ideologies,
I either witnessed...
Or have been taught!
And through the years I've learned,
To myself be true.
No matter what it was,
Others believed I should or could do.
And I do have a hint,
To leave in print...
For anyone feeling,
Similar sentiments.
Be true to 'you'.
It's not easy to do.
However,
With a faith kept that is trusted...
With an honest decision to 'self' that is made,
There will be peaks and valleys lived to experience.
But eventually there is a happiness that comes,
With an acknowledgement that no one is owed...
For those things you've done.
Many can say this.
But to feel inside what is true for you,
That has been done in the doing...
Is a blessing felt no matter who scutinizes it.
And I've been fortunate to mention it in print.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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