The Quality Of Retaliation
When I have heard to learn,
I have mistreated someone for no apparent reason.
And they were innocently chosen to be victimized,
For nothing wrong at all that was done.
Be aware of this...
The quality of retaliation,
Is not randomly done by anyone.
A repayment is often specific.
However...
If I've been accused for a mis-doing of 'this' or of 'that',
To anyone who has to chat to another,
Unknown to others as to what has been implemented...
That person no longer for me exists.
Especially someone who practices cowardice.
What would be the point to have folks believe,
They can do what they please to then leave...
With accusations they have been treated mean.
What would be the point to continue feeding such an ego,
Without nipping that nonsens,
From a stench someone is accustomed to smell and see grow.
Awareness clears the sky from all clouded eyes.
And alerts the mind to any malfunctions needing to be corrected.
A mouth split to speak from both sides of it,
Can be made to keep closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Rush To Pass A Vocal Judgement
Why is it that one's rush to pass a vocal judgement,
Seems to get stuck from a rushing away from it...
By a campaigning in excuses made,
As to why they were quick to point fingers and blame...
On someone they have discovered,
Has too much integrity to lower their values...
To sling mud with anyone accustomed to sniffing gutters.
And that person doing the sniffing,
Seems to have acquired a reputation...
Of tossing about accusations,
From a self righteous point of view...
Beginning to reek of suspicion,
From those who with noses smelling...
The origin from where such stench began.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Get What's Coming
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
You and I may have grown,
With similar capabilities.
But being conscious of doing anything to me
Seems to have affected your beliefs,
You can do to me and go unscathed.
There is not one inhabitant on or 'of' this Earth,
That does a misdeed to another
That will not 'one day' become victimized,
By what has been done!
You may have had your fun
Believing what you did to have done,
To lie and deceive like many 'choose' to perceive
They also can do,
And not be repaid for those efforts.
There is no hiding away to convince others,
You have no clue why someone else does
What they do to you,
And 'you' are innocently treated
As a culprit who has initiated an action,
That has been mistakened.
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
And folks like you who declare not to know,
Why others do to you what they do
Will eventually expose yourselves.
Physically, mentally
However Mother Nature chooses to do it to you.
You will get what's coming.
And at a price you can afford.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the most public of places
When one survives after being victimized,
By those who lie habitually...
To boost themselves above insecurities,
Hidden deeply.
It is best to let them and their evil deeds go.
A surviver who rises above and beyond this,
Eventually knows truth bestows.
This they know.
And with this they grow.
Those unknowing of one's malfunctions,
Will witness one day how they are exposed.
In the most public of places.
And the one victimized by such false lips,
Will show how a life lived with a faith that exists...
Rises high detached from conflicts.
With a maintaining of a happiness that reflects,
From inside what has been there and real.
And this becomes freed of any secrets revealed.
'Oh my!
What I heard and was led to believe,
Has been deceit all this time?
What is in the mind of those who undermine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monstrare
This house a dictatorship
Learn to shut your mouth and follow directions
Or receive punishments
For your treason
You get under my skin
And leave your marks
Like footprints in the snow
Except your boots are laced with a virus
'Cause you're making me sick
This house is a dictatorship
Follow the rules and shut your mouth
Or hear the mouth of the one
That controls you with force
Stand before the almighty and choke on your words
And tremble in fear as she screams, shouts
Yells and roars
Out of frustration
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause my voice is silenced,
My actions are limited,
My thoughts are undermined
Listen to yourself and
Listen to no one else
Because you're the 'boss'
Of this world
Or just the boss of this house
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause I'm chained to the fence
Like some wild animal
That can't be trusted
I wonder if you really trust me
Let alone understand me
'Cause if you don't,
What's the point of being a good child?
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause your word is always right
And mine is always wrong
Even though you're never right about everything
Nearing eighteen with the mind of an adult
Just like you, I'm smart too
But in your eyes, I'm still five
And I can't possibly know anything
This house a dictatorship
'Cause you don't bother to comfort me
When I need it most
In the darkest of times
You refuse to talk to me
About anything
So how am I supposed to
Know what you're feeling and thinking?
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause you always yell and scream
Until your throat goes hoarse
And you do it with no remorse
You see things from your own perspective
And you dread compromise
'Cause it's either your way
Or no way at all
But things have changed
Now I speak my mind
Because I'm no longer a shy ten year old child.
Now I tune out your yelling and screaming
Because I'm no longer a scared ten year old child.
Now I don't speak a word at home
Because there's no point.
Now I lose myself in Xbox and the computer
Because I can't talk to you.
It's not even about being disobedient
Or disrespectful.
It's about not being a kid anymore
And not being treated like the young adult I am.
And I know for certain
That this house is a dictatorship
'Cause you'll be mad if you read this,
Even though there isn't another way;
Even though you made it this way.
poem by Ronnell Evans
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For No Apparent Reason
Those gifted with selected memories,
Never seem to admit...
Their presence at the scene of misdeeds done.
And yet can express to the minutest detail,
Of what someone else to them has inflicted.
As they were innocently being attacked,
For no apparent reason.
While they did the best they could,
To make attempts to comprehend the sense of it.
And this they wish,
With a re-telling of such events...
As convincingly as possible.
However...
There is just one problem in the doing of this.
There are too many people,
Making claims they had been victimized...
Randomly.
Without having any knowledge of their participation.
And the eyes of those who choose to remain sane,
Do their best to keep at distances invisible...
To the doings of those refusing any hints of reality.
Or the phenomenon of the presence of truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Way That Wind Actually Blew To Blow
Often complaints are heard,
From grown men and women...
Who they blame for their insecurities.
While they did nothing innocently,
To become tearfully mistreated.
Either it will be,
Parents or other family members.
Or friends that eventually leave them,
To discover they have had it seeking...
Ways to please the selfishness of whims.
Only to hear from the mouths of others,
How someone who had been used,
Is now accused of abandonment.
Leaving only those who came to know,
Which way that wind actually blew to blow.
With the ceasing of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Most Folks Stuck Floating On Stubborn Ego Trips
Someone has filled your head,
With their beliefs you accepted as reality.
This gave you a comfort you did not research.
And whatever it was that had been implanted,
You've been clinging onto it since your birth.
Evidence has proven your point of view to be deluded.
But you insist to enlist explanation to include with excuses.
A self examination would have corrected what has been done.
But you laugh this off as if to distance from the seriousness.
You've befriended insecurities and immaturity too.
And nurturing both has not been to your benefit.
Nor accusations made about others being cruel to you.
No!
A truth pursued has never been your priority.
And to know it now would only leave you deeper in conflict.
You're sick!
And the unfortunateness of this...
You seem to hang onto it as if it validates your existence.
Like most folks stuck floating on stubborn ego trips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's The Use
What's the use of paradise or everyday of livin'?
They spend and learn in Heaven, sin in Hell
What's the point of children
When evil got before them?
They learn in every tale we tell
There's no point in being kind
What's the use when love becomes an evil of the mind?
Oh Yeah!
What's the use of power
When the battle isn't equal
And we're all too Scared to use it anyway?
What's the point of reason
When no one wants to listen?
Deliverance is all too far away
Oh what's the use?
Oh what's the use?
Tell me, oh, what's the use?
What's the use?
Love becomes an evil of the mind
What's the use?
What's the use?..
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Without One Contribution Made
There is some restrained inhibition,
When someone gets recognition.
And words are heard some say are dropped,
Come from both sides of somebody's mouth.
And many know they are misquoted,
From the words they spoke or wrote.
But the lifted words are twisted,
And today that wont be stopped.
Some people like to make their cases,
On what other people say.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And be the first among the missing...
Without one contribution made.
Unless there are some criticisms,
Planted to be laid.
Some people like to make their cases,
On what other people say.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
There is some restrained inhibition,
When someone gets recognition.
And words are heard some say are dropped,
Come from both sides of somebody's mouth.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Some people always want to point out,
Who is real and who is fake.
And hide themselves from consequences...
Or just run away.
Without one contribution made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Crack of Dawn
Now that the crushing has been successful...
Everything is going to plunge!
Lifestyles and the quality of them,
Will have less folks concerned...
Or worried about their looks,
And 'presentations'!
A new realization,
Beckons.
And just may appear...
To clear all clouded visions,
Before the crack of dawn!
Your point of view,
Has been diminished!
And will be erased.
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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Outreach
You can call me anything you want.
Whatever it is...
You will not find me flaunting it.
Like a medal of honor!
With ceremonious deeds attached.
I am not the kind to be attracted by that.
Or seek a freshness leaking from stagnation.
There is a stench of redundancy about it.
Like the gnawing on a bone done...
By someone who has finished the meat!
Nor will you find me,
Polishing up awards.
In or out of opened or shut doors,
Of those rare opportunities.
I am learning more to be relaxed behind them!
And devoted to the silence.
Or giving my attention...
To hollow accusations.
Terrified when suddenly...
Testimonials are given,
And accolades are made.
For me?
'Hey...
Some are more accustomed,
To the accusations!
Where are they?
I am strangely disappointed.'
My method used for withdrawal...
Isn't one I would suggest.
There is more to this Earth,
And its connection to the Moon, Sun and Stars...
I find occupying most of my time.
Regardless of where your mind may be,
Or who or where you are!
Since I am constantly on the search,
To outreach from that need...purposely!
And you...
Will find some reason to benefit.
As always!
The teaching of thieves,
Is inherited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I see no point in
I see no point in
Understanding, as
At the end of it all
I am misunderstood
I see no point in
Visualizing
As in that process
I get drowned in dreams and inaction
I see no point in
Loving
As in its demonstration
I am either hurt or in hatred
I see no point in
Accumulating
As what is accumulated
Makes me its accumulation
I see point in
Teaching
As I am a proven failure
In unlearning
I see no point in
Giving
As I take pride in that
And am made arrogant
I see no point in
Becoming (something)
As I nurse the gnawing
That I am not that yet
I see no point in
Braving
As by that I proved
That I feared something
I see no point in
Praying (for something)
As it amounts to telling
That I am a beggar
I see no point in
Suffering
From something
As I prefer to struggle to overcome
I see no point in
Writing
As I will not be there with you
To say why I wrote this
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Relevance
It is much too big to contain it.
Relevance.
It connects to a point of view,
Making sense.
A pieced together relevance.
And changing it to convince,
An alternative provides more to give...
With a backing of defense.
For those accustomed to confusion,
Conflicts for them sit well.
But a relevance to what exists,
Clears the air where delusions...
Have been invited to dwell.
Bringing 'home' a relevance,
Invites communication.
And from that confusion is dispelled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A no exception
I am totally lost and gone for ever
I need some shelter and cover
I am running with heat but no in fever
I am not aware of but still to think over
What makes me to go berserk?
Why am I unlabe to utter words or speak?
Why such stage has come to me in person?
What can be the cause or real reason?
Some invisible eagerness prevails in body
I am longing for good company of somebody
The deaired are inflamed and coming to surface
One beautiful personality strikes me with her face
I want to befriend and go all out for union
It is desire to find a very good companion
What can happen if some one touches your mind?
You have all pleasure to think about and find
This might have happened with meeting eyes
It might have progressed with exchang of the byes
It is well turning point to result in reality
Love is not the cause but a blend of fine quality
I am dreaming night in a day
Well, this is condition anyway
I want to pull her bring her near
Still mind is gripped with unknown fear
This is not something new to happen
It has been there for centuries even
Love is all about to feel and live
There is one thing only to believe
You are not exception
It is nicely thought over with conception
It is nice gift from the creator
We are simple breathing creature
We may behave erratically
As it has come automatically
There is no scope to feel guilt
The feelings are divine gift and in built
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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State Of Play
You can hear the siren screaming
Take me to the promised land
See the intervention
Take you higher and higher
See we are the giving world
We are responsible
Were not about to break
Chorus
Its just a state of play
Its just a state of play
This is the revolution coming
With the giving world
No need to wait for your
Appointment is made
No need to ask for help, its in
The love we breathe
Dancing in the new design
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying monumental
Reaching to God love
Secret needing all I really
Want to know right now
The state of play
Are you looking at it
Is it looking at you
Chorus
No point in kidding let the
Children split the atom
A firm believer this appointment with love
All those who look for glory
They see the flags are flying
They hear the siren screaming
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying
All I really want to know
Right now, right now
(I want to be inside your heart)
I want to know right now is
This the state of play
Are you looking at it
song performed by by Yes
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State Of Play
You can hear the siren screaming
Take me to the promised land
See the intervention
Take you higher and higher
See we are the giving world
We are responsible
Were not about to break
Chorus
Its just a state of play
Its just a state of play
This is the revolution coming
With the giving world
No need to wait for your
Appointment is made
No need to ask for help, its in
The love we breathe
Dancing in the new design
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying monumental
Reaching to God love
Secret needing all I really
Want to know right now
The state of play
Are you looking at it
Is it looking at you
Chorus
No point in kidding let the
Children split the atom
A firm believer this appointment with love
All those who look for glory
They see the flags are flying
They hear the siren screaming
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying
All I really want to know
Right now, right now
(I want to be inside your heart)
I want to know right now is
This the state of play
Are you looking at it
song performed by by Yes
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The Person I Am
I have two ears so I can hear
To both sides of every story,
I have two eyes which gives me sight
To see the evil and also the glory.
I have one mouth that I can speak or shout
To say what I have seen or had heard,
I have one brain so I can proclaim
Of all things I have observed,
I have two hands which help me stand
And also to pick up others that had fallen,
I have two arms which can do harm
Or help anyone when they come calling.
I have two feet that can walk down the street
And also to help me stand my ground,
I have two legs that can carry troubles away
And take me wherever I am bound,
I have one mind and I know that I am kind
And also I have one soul,
They made me this man as I know that I am
As I am the person that you see and know.
poem by Randy McClave
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Your Point Has Been Well Made
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
With the aid of computerized corrected text.
There has been a definite downslide in the quality of life.
And less sense is made by those who become offended,
By those who elect to publicly mention this.
No matter who is teleprompted to say it best.
The proof of it witnessed will not be corrected,
Until the people see it is not a focus on a leadership believed.
It is within each individual to awaken from their fantasies,
To face the truth as it is.
With a stopping of a stubborn resistance to it!
'I find your remarks socially unethical and not acceptable.'
~I don't blame you at all.
I am one of the few who has refused to renew,
My season pass to the amusement park.~
'Well...
You allowed that to expire so get off your soapbox.'
~Your point has been well made.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Different Point Of View
(tennant/lowe)
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When Im sitting so close to you
Theres only one thing that I wanna do
But I know what youre likely to say
That Im going about it the wrong way
We cant agree about anything
Where to go or even where weve been
And I know what youre likely to do
Say that Ive never cared about you
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You dont believe a single word I say
If Id say black was white, youd say it was grey
But in spite of being treated this way
I still dream of you all night and day
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
Just this once
Just say yes
Please
Youve got a clever way of haunting me
Im never scared, but youre still daunting me
cause I know what youre likely to say
And I know that youll get your own way
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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