Stunted
Stunted in adolescence.
So sad to see them there.
Lead like sheep,
With no thoughts they keep.
Seeking to be entertained...
While remaining irresponsibly unaware.
Trapped and caged...
Growing older as they age.
Seeking approval for actions,
Found today...
Intolerable!
But these are the elders,
Who hid themselves in shelters.
Now they want to hangout...
To be accepted like the children.
And exchange with them,
Hop hop rap!
And getting 'down' with dirty mouths!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lead Me On
Shoulder to the wheel
For someone elses selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain.
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
But soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the holy one.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Waiting for the train
Labelled with a golden star
Heavy hearted boarding
Whispers in the dark
Where are we going--is it very far?
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
In chambers made for sleeping, forever
Voices like thunder in a mighty roar
Cry to the lord.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
And we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Obituary
A shaken world of helpless men, seeking answers yet creating questions.Seeking life when they are constantly the reason for death.
Worshiping gods who preach love, in exchange for jihad, gods who place a race of jews above gentiles.
Seeking to free ourselves from racism and yet we spit into different faces, with gods who demand that we take the very lives they say they gave.
poem by Cupid Missed
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I've
I've,
Memories to keep.
I've,
Lived life for reasons.
I've,
Sowed what I've reaped.
And I've,
Spent time in seeking.
With a little bit of pity,
And a lot of self defeating.
I've,
Done plenty weeping.
I've,
Had little sleep.
But today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
I've grown a lot older!
I've,
Memories to keep.
I've,
Lived life for reasons.
I've,
Sowed what I've reaped.
And I've,
Spent time in seeking.
But today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
I've grown a lot older!
And today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
I've grown a lot older!
And today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forfeiture
Seeking love,
She lost her innocence;
Seeking security,
She lost her freedom;
Seeking passion,
She lost her honor;
Seeking solace,
She lost her sanity;
Seeking an end,
She lost her life.
Requiscat in pace
poem by John Bliven Morin
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Older They Grow But Not Up
Older they grow,
But not up!
Many never experience a maturity.
Raised on entertaining limited thoughts.
And few have abilities,
To comprehend little of what they read.
Or take the responsibility,
To hold themselves accountable...
For actions begun and those they leave.
Older they grow,
But not up!
And demands they make,
To satisfy their spoiled ways.
Since no one around them wants to hear them fuss.
Realizing not one of those fussers who also cuss,
Wants to take a position,
To make a decisive decision.
Since accusations are prioritized in their lives lived,
As a must.
And expectations are less for them.
For those exposed to them growing older...
Knowing these minds have no time left.
For them to show a growing up,
With a thoughtfulness.
Older they may grow...
But for them it sure is not up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A 'Thing' To Be Brushed Away
Anyone allowing themselves,
To be made useless...
With the producing of excuses,
Has reduced a blessing to them given...
As a 'thing' to be brush away.
With no faith in self that stays.
That moment anyone accepted,
A noticeable sign of rejection...
With a seeking from within,
For an approval to fit in...
Began for them the beginning to portray,
Themselves as a willing victim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today's Tolerance For Decay
Be you one of caution,
When a flaring temper goes off.
The fumes of it...
Will and can spit foam,
To venomize.
Be weary of those,
Who make light of your life...
With childish pranks to provoke.
Innocently they will make claims,
Their actions to defame was just for fun.
Be you one of caution,
When a flaring temper goes off.
The fumes of it...
Will and can spit foam,
To venomize.
And this they will do,
After one who has professed an innocence...
Realizes those who are adults,
Are not seeking children to play with.
And children not understanding this,
Must be punished.
Or they will miss the gravity of their actions.
And missing the gravity of their actions,
Has resulted in today's tolerance for decay.
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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Found Odd, Trifling and Out of Place
Stay perplexed and fixed,
To the politics you chose to pick.
Examine those policies,
You selected as priorities...
To be of interest by those elected.
And while you are doing that...
Remember when you dismissed others,
As insignificant voices to forget.
I've done it...
Remembered.
With a healing done I do not regret.
That's why my choice is not to be stunned.
I'm sure I had not been the only one,
Kicked to the curb by you and those...
With noses upturned,
And feeling the more deserving.
You pursued degrees...
You 'still' are billed to pay.
And your tunneled vision,
Has been blocked along the way.
Now I am approached by you,
And others too.
To unite and serve...
To assist in your desperation,
To save what you were told then...
Not to take for granted!
And...
One day from your 'perch'...
You will be unnerved.
And from within you,
A reality will be purged.
Has that happened?
However...
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Made no sense.
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Was a waste of time uselessly spent.
And today your frantic actions,
Have been isolated and distanced.
No one is seeking,
To protect your standards valued.
No one is seeking,
To uphold your exposed decadence.
You've made that and yourself too exclusive.
And did not include the needs of those who bled.
Or anyone you were instructed to bleed to death.
With a choice that led you to flee, instead.
And as you fled,
So did we.
Not to scatter like you.
But to find a peace of mind we keep.
With a doing done not to undo.
Today you say we need to call on God.
Those I know,
Have been and remain in daily conference.
You are the ones who are now found 'odd'.
Trifling and out of place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped Today, Trapped Tomorrow
The days are gone when the girls
Used to kiss his nose
To wake him up in the morning
He looks at his wife once she was young
But now shes older
Than himself and all that happend without warning
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow
Trapped in love, and trapped in sorrow
Sorry my train, wont stop at your station
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow
Trapped in love, and trapped in sorrow
Sorry my train, wont stop at your station
And no explanations
The days are gone when the boys
Used to bring her flowers every night
Just to please her
There was this man, now shes his wife.
Theyve got two kids
He works from 9 to 5
He put her in a freezer
Trapped today, trapped tomorrow...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Worthy Of Character Assassination
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
With time to waste.
And seeking someone to help them fake,
Life!
And the living of it irresponsibly!
They seem to be the ones who spent their lives,
Gliding on complaints!
And flying high on innuendo.
Hoping to age faintly.
Without applying chemical restraints.
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
Live with an emptiness on their minds all the time.
And seeking an easy way...
To get their dreams fulfilled.
With very few taking their time...
To positively supply their minds.
Yet...
Finding those who choose to do,
Worthy of character assassination!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Even the Obvious Shelters Can Protect Those Afraid
It is not easy,
Being the one deceived.
Or having that done,
By more than one.
But once that is known...
The flight from it,
Can bring one a happiness.
When it is realized,
How many have accepted it.
Without comprehending...
The participants and the depth of it!
It is not easy,
Discovering the truth.
When so many deny that it exists.
Afterall...
Aren't beliefs based on non-fiction?
How can so many,
Live addicted to fiction?
But it has been done!
And to awaken from delusions,
Can stun anyone!
And this stunning when it comes...
Many will attempt to shun!
However...
This is 'reality'.
There regardless...
Who decides from it to run!
And those who were taunted,
By those who flaunted lives of lies...
Are not the ones trying to disguise,
The gloom that appears in their eyes!
A consciousness that has arrived,
Is there openly to see.
And not stunted behind masquerades...
By those in fear,
Seeking somewhere to hide!
Or somewhere to cloak,
Unspoken feelings felt inside.
These are the days,
Bare neccesities are craved.
And yet egos in self praise...
Are the ones finding the most discomfort.
But truth never hides,
Or provides charades!
Not even the obvious shelters,
Can protect those afraid!
'This is the dawning of the Age of Reality.
The Age of Re-al-ity.
Ree-al-ity!
Harmony and understanding...
And so forth and so on it goes!
And where it stops?
Nobody knows! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Desire Only His Blessings
I've stopped attempting to find explanations,
For my thoughts.
Or, make someone feel less intimidated...
For the experiences I have,
On the avenues I've walked.
I am not seeking to please
Or satisfy another's comfort...
To discover me in a defensive position.
Needing or pleading from anyone,
Their attention.
Did I mention...
I make no excuses or seek acceptance.
I am a grown man.
And I am who I am.
I seek only God's favor.
And I desire only His blessings.
For which I am grateful.
Any forgiveness or forgetting that has to be done...
Is discussed when I am in conference with Him!
And we...my God and me,
Are not seeking outside approval!
Inspired by:
Anita Atina
Mumbai, India
'Thank you so much, Anita.
Be well, prosperous.
And enjoy your abundance of faith,
Which supplies all needs! '
Lawrence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The truth
The truth is what we don't see
It is the innocent glace across the room
full of admiration, love and pain
Secrets,
So many secrets hidden in one glance
We cover the truth with lies of approval,
so that no one judges us,
so we fit in,
but really, People will always judge us,
we will never fit in,
We dont need their approval,
All we need in love, happiness and peace in our souls
But the truth will never be known
Because were too busy seeking the approval
of those who will never approve.
poem by Jacquelyn Burge
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One-up-manships
I don't participate,
In one-up-manships.
There is no benefit I see from it.
And what in return does one get?
Another risking of common sense?
I remember as a child,
When it was fun to play the 'dozens'.
Fun to berate a friend's mother.
As something done to irritate...
Understood as a joke to play on another.
Today those games can not be played.
Unless someone is seeking,
To be hurt in a physical way.
Since any one-up-manship persisted...
Will lead a child seeking revenge with a weapon.
To then declare an innocence.
As a defense!
With a self satisfying look,
Of a smugged seriousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Convincing Relentlessness
What's old?
The repeating of excuses.
What's new?
The refusing of repeating anything old.
Stale and molding.
Although what's old is accepted,
By those who redo yesterday to update.
As if no difference has been made,
To replay with embellishment...
That has an approval,
From those who look the other way...
Portraying themselves as victims of amnesia,
With a convincing relentlessness.
Making what's new,
Always within limits as to not to offend...
Anyone seeking the getting of attention!
Or the mentioning of anything,
That yesterday took place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This What It Is That Is Wished?
There they stand,
Incensed and prepared to fight.
Seeking to continue a division in conflict.
When the air of that has been deflated out of sight.
And there they are,
Ready to ignite.
With not a reason at all,
On the horizon that sheds...
Upon them light that makes this alright.
What is it they really wish?
To be left alone initiating...
Their own disturbances,
Inflicted by their own habitual fits?
What is it that they really wish?
An approval that announces them...
Authorized to conduct,
Such a destructive dementing mental sickness...
With an entertained audience witnessing it?
Is this what it is that is wished?
Since nothing else that has been done,
Makes any sense to convince with a confidence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was seeking a real love, a real deal, and I have been seeking it for a lot of years. And in that seeking, I found that God's love is real.
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