The Best Gift One Can Receive
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
People wait until it is too late,
To live their lives from a basic point of view.
Believing the purpose of life is in acquiring things,
To pursue with a flaunting of pretentions.
Today people are teaching their children,
It is okay to take from others.
Then find what they have done,
Disappoints with the results that come.
Today people do not accept,
Their own consequences they face.
Only to place blame and find fault,
With those directions they chose to take.
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
Awakening before it is too late,
To self examine...
Is not a sign of weakness.
It is the best gift one can receive.
Afterall...ultimately,
Is it what one has that delivers to them happiness?
Or...
Is it the caring of someone shown that is freely given,
And genuinely felt and known...
That validates with an acknowledgement,
What they have been seeking that is regarded as progress.
'I've given you every 'thing' that money can buy.
And you act as if I don't exist.
It is as if...
I don't know who you are,
Anymore.'
~Oh?
And 'who' are you?
Who are 'we'?
WHAT are we?
Machines are being made...
To 'do' what we 'do'.
Other than self destruction...
What other purpose do we serve? ~
'I'll see you later.
When,
Hopefully...
You are in a better mood.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Obamaism
ismos defines the value of what we have in life, as everything
has it own meaning, the essence of values resides in every
man's heart, it is the process of an inner principle of soul, how
life be lived, in comformity of what human beings believed
values create something that, differs from other human behavior,
an innate attitude, lives in every one's heart, a special ingredients
to man's perfection of perception, the zeal that makes a man,
worth emulating in every human sphere of life
obamaism, conquer the history of this century, a gift that
synergized other attitute to move forward what is better and
appropriate in a specific time and situation, an action in accordance
to the will of the people, in their aspiration and purpose of
life, the capsulized of principle values the direction of human
vision to where lives may go
the openness of people wins the heart of Barack Obama, it
magnetized, the charisma of principle he possess, a strength of
values leads and pave the way to change tomorrow of America,
for the future stands, where it started to take off
the cheers, the joy, the jubilation, and the exultation, are the
filament to forward what has been dream of today, a knot that
brings unity amongst nationalist and patriotic people who believe
in their hearts that there is always a sunrise, to touch for every
citizen of United State of America
now the people of America lives in the heart of Barack Obama,
for in every inspiration the American felt today shared the victory
of success of tomorrow, regardless of race, creed and belief, this
is only the beginning of the future, of the American people
His Excellency PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA, the 44th President
of the United State of America, will leads the Nation to rise again
' this poem is dedicated to the people of the
UNITED STATE OF AMERICA '
poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Accredited Arrogance
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
More people seek happiness not grief.
More are seeking purpose than symbols of success.
More are finding reality is cheaper to keep,
Than the skyrocketing expense of maintaining delusion.
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
And no one has of yet confessed,
As to what they have kept possessed...
From 'owning' anything that has been repossessed,
To be sold at auctions to the highest bidder.
After one has slaved away throughout one's life,
To keep a pride dignified at a price today...
One can no longer socially flaunt,
With an accredited arrogance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Once Enjoyed and Invited
We are not in those times anymore.
When people would choose others,
For their own ignorance...
Unstopped and revolving,
Through the same turnstiles...
To explore and bore.
More people are awakening,
To what time 'today' is.
With less of them wasting it,
To let go and live.
The ones who found gossip,
Whispered from ear to ear.
Find it almost impossible...
To ignite any intrerest,
With someone equally inquisitive.
We are not in those times,
Anymore.
When people would choose others,
For their own ignorance...
To Explore increasing boredom.
And more and more,
People are re-evaluating values.
Finding it difficult,
To do as they choose...
And have others listen too!
Once enjoyed and invited,
People seem today quicker to admit...
A deeper meaning sought,
Than the routine of nonsense...
That finds them sick of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
With Old And Aging Beliefs
The only people today left in the dark,
And feeling stupid they have lived...
In a divided separateness, isolated and apart,
Are those with old and aging beliefs...
That they can say and do anything they please,
With the spending of billions of dollars...
To create their own truth and have it unquestioned.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
And as foolish as these people are,
Who refuse to leave the side of the dark...
To remain with images,
Created to inflate what does not exist.
They still insist their fall into an oblivion,
Is a temporary one.
And they can use their influence to get out of it.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Drink A Cup Of Coffee
How suddenly things change,
From those priorities...
We once had given them.
It seems just yesterday,
We all were seeking with beliefs...
There were those more concerned,
About our experiences as human beings.
To only discover,
They were more interested in representing...
A need to continue feeding their own self interests.
With an acknowledgement that all we required,
Was to be entertained appropriately.
And kept from being disturbed by the truth.
How suddenly things change,
From those priorities...
We once had given them.
And today more people seem to be awakening,
To the corrupted shady doings...
A commitment to sleeping had permitted to exist.
'I can not 'BELIEVE' what has been going on! '
~Here...
Drink a cup of coffee! ~
'You know I am trying to stay away from caffeine.'
~You've stay away long enough.
Here...
Drink this stuff up.
And forget about having it sweet and low.
You have been sweetened to your lowest.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Time It Is
An awakening done by anyone discovering,
The day, month and year to them that comes...
Are all connected together to help understand,
What time it is.
And the many others living like them...
Are also here to experience it.
But without the seeking for definitions.
As a tick tocking heard that begins to knock begins.
When that 'concept' of life starts to dawn,
On someone's mind...
It brings a clarity and comprehension,
As to why there are people living their lives...
Without excuses to make or faults to find.
And something happens to trigger their appreciation,
For those who have found out 'what-time-it-is'...
As they live not in haste to waste it on anything or anyone petty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
By All Means... Continue Your Tease
When an admission of caring for another,
Begins for the other...
A reason to establish a game of playing,
'Let Me See You Chase'.
Such a mistake this becomes,
For the one believing...
To be chased makes one's heart race.
With a pacing done in an excitement.
An admission of caring for another,
The other may not realize can be stopped.
To be replaced.
Especially if something felt is genuine.
With an awakening that creates,
An acknowledgement that comes much too late...
That the one who runs away from someone's caring done,
May find themselves with a gift the other does not get!
With far less exhaustion to give in the giving that ends.
'I thought you said you liked me.'
Oh I did with a caring done too.
But prepared for a marathon in the proving of it,
Is not what I give in the expectation in establishing...
A relationship.
'So you don't like me anymore? '
I cared for 'you' not the 'race' you wanted to see me win,
In a chase.
'I was just teasing...
That's all.'
You may be good.
Continue the tease.
However...
Someone else will find that out before I will,
Wont they?
And it will not be me.
By all means...
Continue your tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Before The Making of a Dollar
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
And in 'those' days...
A having of dignity and pride,
Was shown and not denied.
And depending on who you are...
A pride taken in oneself,
Will be labelled conceit and arrogance.
Again...
This depends one how one is depicted.
And 'what' one represents.
To emphasis those values...
Only when they seem to be demeaned,
By a targeted class of people hip hopping on the scene...
Society chooses to belittle and disrespect.
With a media microscoping to defame and diminish.
However...
Those same values are not kept,
When addressing those who believe they are above others...
When marketing their disgrace,
To advertise high on billboards, movies...
And other 'money grabbing' ways up in everyone's face.
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
Before the making of a dollar,
Replaced the making of quality human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Everyone values things differently. In other words, they place their own value on everything that affects their lives. Also from moment to moment they may even change their values. Such as a person, who values diamonds above all else, might be willing to trade a gallon of diamonds for a drink of water to save his life in a desert. What this means is value is a relative thing depending on a need or a perceived need. Yet, how many people will argue and even violently fight over the perceived value of something or some idea only later have an entirely different view point or value.
quote by Sidney Madwed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Treasure Those Moments
what makes one happy
well it depends on the person
some people find happiness in the simple things
others dont take much notice
some people find happiness from people
in many different ways
some people find happiness from the important things
but to sum it up, we all find happiness sometime
even if its just a second,
it was still there right?
you should treasure those moments for as long as possible
happiness is a gift for us
laugh as much as possible
it involves smileing
which implies amusement
which implies pleasure
which implies happiness
maybe not always
nothing is ever always
not even your spirit
which continues on for a while
but my point is
to not waste your life
find happiness
and dont let things bring you down
Give Me Image
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!
Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.
Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!
Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Foreclosed Dreams
People chased money.
And relocated their lives...
To acquire things.
Based upon materialistic values.
And what they thought,
That chase to them would bring.
And those who kept their faith...
Believing to be fools,
With impossible dreams to pursue.
Seem to be the ones more fortunate,
With less things.
Appearing to be happier...
To express an inner being.
And feeling quite pleased,
God has acknowledged their devotion.
With a gift that calms and soothes,
Dispositions.
While those feeling self obsessed...
Do their best,
To resist displaying an external anger!
With their investments in assessing others,
Passing judgements done.
Aren't as freely given today.
As much as they receive them!
In a repossession way!
And foreclosed dreams...
Leave them feeling much betrayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
One Too Many
From the mistakes of the past we have not learned and war again it is being waged today
And in any war there never is a winner and for every war there is some price to pay
And everyone who dies in war is one too many whether it be soldier or civilian is the one to fall
It should not matter all people are equal and a soldier too is human after all.
Armies are still invading other Countries and this is the twenty first century
As long as we are ruled by ruthless people we never will know World harmony
There always is two sides to every story and those who cause wars must pay the transgressors price
And history will never look too kindly on those with power who have made the wrong choice.
This war to rid Iraq of Saddam Hussein is something we ought not to celebrate
How can you liberate a population if huge destruction in their Country you create,
On others you cannot impose your values by good example one can only lead
This war is hardly about liberation this war about it has the stench of greed.
Another war to start another century such a waste of human life and environmental destruction seems a shame
And of course there are two sides to every story and one side is not entirely to blame
And the Iraqi people will be the big losers it is their Country that is being destroyed
And this war like every war is very brutal and many injured and too many have died.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Even Those Paid to Be Biased
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
Eyes all over the place,
Are opening wide to see...
Exactly who those victims are.
And recognizing everyday,
The identity of the wolves.
And knowing they've been branded as sheep.
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
And the ones who tremble and shake in their limousines,
Find they feel desperate not to be revealed, caught or seen.
Afraid their deceiving and greedy days,
Rapidly lose in snob appeal and popularity.
And in their social circles they sweat, yes!
All of them are suffering in nervous regret!
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
“LIVES” are Priceless
Believe it, humans cost money, they’re profits, and lives aren’t
important:
“It costs to be born, ”
“It costs to live, ”
“It costs to die.”
In the agriculture industry, money comes before being fed.
In the fashion industry, money comes before being clothed.
In the real estate industry, money comes before being sheltered.
In the business industry, money comes before doing without needs.
In the health industry, money comes before saving lives.
In the funeral industry, money comes before burying a life.
Money is the main human sacrifice and those celebrities are the public example; the dramas and appraisers surrounding their lives are preyed upon by tabloids that make earnings about their publicity:
Their charity work, it’s worth bronze.
Their childhood, it’s worth silver.
Adultery exposure, nude images, drugs, DUI, etc. it’s worth gold.
Death or prison sentence, a pandemonium, that’s worth platinum!
Coming into this world you’re paying a price, but what will happen if people can’t afford to buy anymore? Nah, that wouldn’t happen—it’s always will or a way, and even with the different birth control life can’t be eliminated.
poem by Francee Bouvenir
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Accept For Those Who They Owe
In a world getting more socially global,
They find their values and standards
Over rated and outdated.
Their isolationistic point of view,
No longer supports their dependency on exports.
And no where is anyone importing their arrogance.
Today more people view them,
With pity than with praise.
Like a child once tolerated...
But time has aged those days.
Even slowly they can not be awakened...
From a deep induced sleep.
To see themselves.
In every aspect of their daily lives...
They are delusional and entertain fantasies.
And those who speak of truth and reality...
Are slandered and despised.
Their way of life does not exist anymore.
Not to those with opened wide eyes.
And they can not see themselves as powerless to this.
They can not see themselves,
No longer number one.
No longer the one kept loved and special...
OR prioritized,
On anyone's list.
Accept for those who they owe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!