The Expense Of Being Selective
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And the expense of being selective...
Is difficult if one is on a fixed income.
And so tiresome it becomes,
To have meaningless conversations...
With those who have chosen,
To stay mentally limited.
And threatened they are by anyone,
Who possesses a thought process.
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And a stretching of an imagination,
A painful undertaking whenever it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not As Easy As I Make It Look
If I have stated,
Without wavering from it!
That I...
With a consciousness given.
And with a mind I approve,
Am...
Me.
With a doing of me and no one else.
To the best of my ability.
Then why is it,
Those with their own insecurities...
Feel it is 'their' duty,
To convince me with their indignities...
That they are the ones,
I should try to understand! ?
With an attention given done.
Why?
I've got enough on my plate,
Creating my own innovative conversations.
And...
Answering some of those questions I ask myself,
Is not as easy as I make it look.
They have no idea,
Of the challenges and expectations,
I have set for myself to accept.
And the time I have given to this...
Can be mentally draining.
And physically exhausting.
Especially when I have those days,
I am fighting myself just to shut up and be quiet.
Not too many know how difficult a task that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminished to limits.
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choices
Choices
Are a form of grace
To have a choice
A voice,
is a privilege
Choices can
Change situations
The right choices
can uphold mankind
for thousands of generations
Choices
becomes personal declarations
A vow for one to live by
There shall always be
difficult choices to make
inorder to survive
Therefore,
Choose wisely today
For tomorrow
Shall surely come and
The choices of today could
Makes all future matters
well done!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Re-elevate
Elevate,
Two wrongs can't make a right;
Re-elevate,
Maybe it was a mistake;
But negative attitudes are more prone to negative influences and choices!
So try to be aware of my love and change for the better in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Balancing On The Edge Of Jeopardy
Children are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.
Like unnecessary attachments,
Sometimes they can be.
So innocent and sweet when born...
To grow into untamed weeds,
We pray to bloom into prized accessories.
Yes!
Compared to those 'things',
We pride ourselves to keep.
We hope our lessons teach them well.
But no one really knows,
In what direction our children will eventually...
Choose to go.
Children,
As we believe we know them...
Are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.
And 'if' the environment isn't condusive,
To the mental health of our 'kids'...
Any future we perceive that is deserving that comes,
Can either be brightened with enlightenment...
Or hang nervously balancing on the edge of jeopardy.
And,
Our expectations void of consistent encouragement...
May be a bit too high for them to fly without obedience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How I Approach My Life
I am often reminded,
How the direction of my writing...
Has changed over the years.
And for the life of me,
I can not understand it.
I've done the best I could,
To keep my outlook elementary.
And perhaps it has been my evolving,
Since high school...
That my thought process and experiences,
I had since then...
That I should attribute to my maturity.
What a dilemma!
However...
God knows I am doing the best I can,
Not to be so observant and intelligent...
As to how I approach my life.
But I do keep my fingers crossed,
That my growth process is not that noticeable...
To those choosing to remain in denial,
And become offended by my adult revelations.
Hey,
Who knows?
Maybe I'm just one of those people,
Who refuse to stay limited to perceived expectations.
You know...
Rebellious, arrogant, self confident, honest and forthright!
And...
65 years old.
One would think I should know my place by now?
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying The Price
If for no other reason they exist,
Those who have chosen to self destruct...
Have done this very effectively.
This is not a negative wish.
This is an observation of it.
And they seem to be the ones,
Who approach life from a superficial point of view.
With no depth, no insight, no ambition.
And certainly no respect or discipline shown,
To themselves or others...
They accuse for their lives of 'bad luck'.
Quick to critique the deeds of others.
With expectations to be served.
Since living to take without giving...
And use what and whoever it is,
Without replacing that with acts of gratitude...
Will not from them rise high on their agenda.
Although blaming with a fault to find is what they do.
And abuse themselves and whom they choose,
If not getting on demand what they wish...
Is not on someone else's list to prioritize,
They will promptly deceive with a getting of it.
No matter how blind the eyes in denial.
Or the expense others pay,
To refuse to accept truth.
And usually,
As time goes by...
And today time flies.
They are not alone or by themselves,
When it comes to paying the price.
They are we and we are them and all of us,
Are in this 'thing' together.
And not one of us is a Walrus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the Eyes Stay Fixed Upon It
Those sick in health,
And always with something negative to say,
About someone else...
Reflect the condition of their environment.
And represent others heard venting their views,
While focused on what people do, who they 'think' they are...
With a competing done in discussion about their ailments.
Is this a cynical comment?
No it is not.
This is a portrait depicting the consciousness,
Of a sleeping people.
Observed as is.
Although...it does seem to have animation,
When the eyes stay fixed upon it.
'You are right.
It does.
I wonder how that was done? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reputation is fine but you have to keep justifying it. In a sense, it makes it harder because people's expectations of you are higher. So, you have to fulfill those expectations. Or, try to exceed those expectations. But, it becomes more difficult as time goes on.
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Lowered Expectations
Seeking to be challenged amongst those satisfied,
To have reached the heights of mediocrity...
And lowered expectations,
Is not a healthy mental environment to express...
A willingness to bet on who has a higher I.Q.
The only ones who would feel threatened,
Would be those who could not rap...
With their clothes hanging almost off their backs.
To leave a nakedness exposed in everyone's sight,
And not to be imagined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 12
One of the ullemma had many eaters to provide for and only a slender income. This fact he communicated to a great man of whose character he entertained a very favourable opinion but his expectations were disappointed because the man made a wry face and averred that according to his opinion applications from respectable persons for aid are unbecoming.
With a face made sad by misfortune, to a dear friend
Do not go because thou wilt embitter his life also.
For the needful for which thou appliest, go with a fresh and smiling face.
The man of joyful countenance will not be unsuccessful in his affairs.
It is related that the great man augmented his stipend a little but considerably diminished his familiarity towards him and when he perceived after some days that it was not as usual, he recited:
‘Evil is the food which the time of degradation acquires.
The kettle is indeed placed but the dignity is lowered.’
He increased my bread but diminished my honour.
Poverty is better than the degradation of asking.
Sitting Too High on Horse
Of course,
I will keep my expectations and aspirations high.
And I hope my ambitions to outdo myself,
Will not be interpreted by others...
As one who seems to carry,
Their aspirations on their shoulders.
Or expectations sitting too high on that horse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bar Has Been Raised Much Too High
There is a standard set,
In the best of an idealistic premise...
To keep as a measure,
That checks one's advancement.
But expectations lowered,
Will eventually affect...
Those once kept high standards.
Slipping to catch the absence of discipline.
And with a mediocrity achieved...
To come alter the notion of ambition,
A proclamation introduce will claim...
The bar has been raised much too high.
Especially for those...
Seeking their need for attention,
And remedial assistance.
With no guarantee for achievement.
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
This is declared from a robotic voice,
Programmed to monitor classroon activities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I think I have in common with the school of deconstruction is the mode of negative thinking or negative awareness, in the technical, philosophical sense of the negative, but which comes to me through negative theology.
quote by Harold Bloom
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Other people may not have had high expectations for me... but I had high expectations for myself.
quote by Shannon Miller
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Other people may not have high expectations of me, But I have high expectations for myself.
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Noticeable Loss Of Positive Energy
No everlasting feeling of joy,
Permanently stays...
In those who participate,
With the undoing of advancements...
Others around them make.
There is a bond affected.
Whether this is known or not.
A benefitting flow disconnects.
And a motivation once satiated,
Stops...
With a noticeable loss of positive energy,
In the environment!
And no one perceives,
Their own selective negative input...
As the reason.
With calls of an outreaching,
To unify collective efforts...
Ignored.
Eventually to become abandoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Perception Of Yours To Dramatize
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense.
You can,
If you wish...
Keep your desires to be fed cheaply,
A delusioned fantasy.
But the reality is this...
You've got to pay.
At least 'something' on what has been borrowed.
These debts can no longer be paid,
By threats!
As you continue to feast!
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense you refuse to comprehend.
Well comprehend this,
Regardless of your feeling offended.
The festival has ended.
To you your threats may make sense.
However...
What is needed is less of your greed to feed.
And more of your co-operation.
Or whatever you believe you need...
Will leave you mind quicker,
Than another perception of yours to dramatize!
With or without,
Your eyes opened wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreams of Freedom
Call me what you wish,
I am not the one doing evictions.
Or removing dreams as they exist.
Say whatever you like.
My eyes are not fixed on a high flying kite.
Or riding a bike licking icecream cones.
My observations,
Aren't from the mind of a negative pessimist.
My way of life has not been diminished.
By disconnected insights,
Denying what appears as obvious blight.
It is what it is!
Argue if you like.
But it wont be with me.
My mind is not fixed to delusions like yours.
Nor am I conditioned to dismiss those in pain.
There is nothing in it for me to gain,
To witness others in agony.
Call me what you wish,
I am not the one doing evictions.
Or removing dreams as they exist.
Too many excuses from you allowed this.
And this I see as your denials allowed to breathe.
But I wont permit them to walk on my path.
Nor will you do to me as you please.
As was done in your ancestors past.
Those strategies may work for 'them'.
I'm not feeding on 'dreams of freedom'.
And this I am sure you can plainly see.
Those thoughts don't have their hooks in me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Negative Girl
Shes lost - shes late
Shes zooming on a couch somewhere
Or high - or home
Im not supposed to call her there
I wait - I smoke
I stare into my coke
Its happening again
I tell myself that its over and done, amen
Her skin - like milk
Its like shes never seen the sun
Some hearts to crunch
Is more like her idea of fun
I know - shes ill
Im cruising for a spill
Im hanging just the same
I need to be in the heat
Of her cold white flame
Chorus:
Another negative girl
At the edge of the frame
Deliciously toxic
The original classic thing - more of the same
Shes in the zone
Crying on the phone
I need you here
Im on the street again
Staggering out into the burn of the brain dead dawn
To arrive in time to find her gone
Shes on the train
To somewhere up by fordham road
Her reptile brain
Locked down and ready in combat mode
Some cash - a key
This guy she has to see
A doctor friend uptown
And maybe she gets to me when she comes back down
Chorus:
Another negative girl
Spinning out of the frame
Exquisitely limpid
The original classic thing - more of the same
A goof - a buzz
If that is what it was
Then how do you explain
The way she looks when shes
Dragging me out to dance with her
In the summer rain
Chorus:
Another negative girl
At the edge of the frame
Exhausting and luscious
The original classic thing - more of the same
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