There Are Those Who Try Hard To Convince
Someone living a life lived,
With a lesser experience...
Could not assess with a depth that qualifies,
A probing of one's life spent...
Being challenged and unafraid to become diversified.
Even though there are those who 'try' hard to convince,
They are the creators of intelligence.
And market common sense...
Whenever someone happens to accidentally visit,
The exclusiveness of their comfort zones.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open Ends....
do you live life
according to your nature?
that a pig must be a pig
destined as pork?
in the same manner
that flowers must always be
only for display?
do you think
nothing but only your happiness?
do you not see how others
are?
tell them how life must be lived
and spent so well?
tell me
shall the dove coo forever
the lion lesser without its roar?
have you ever asked these
questions?
do you like some answers?
will you ask me
about tomorrow because today
is lived
lesser than what
yesterday should
have been?
do you still like me
to ask
you all about these
basic
which had long been
disregarded
because
life must never be
a question
but
a declaration?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From An Eye to Mind Point of View
Little of my life is spent,
Living it by 'quotations'.
Researched to uncover...
Someone 'selected'
To have respected 'intelligence'.
Observation...
And personal experience,
Has been a 'teaching' process...
Of my valued learning.
As I yearn to adventure more.
Exploring life,
From an eye to mind point of view.
That delivers from outside...
My insight that becomes assisted,
By this accepted invitation...
I am not so quick to dismiss as lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Where I Came
I've lived in places,
People wouldn't dare visit...
To nod to fall to sleep.
That's why to a degree,
I could care less...
Who believes they can assess me.
Or my abilities.
And how I received them.
I know from where I came.
And how I have managed to get,
What I have obtained.
To remember it for the rest of my life.
And in the process...
People can assess me for as long as they like.
To come to go to leave me knowing who I am.
That's a given not to be taken away.
I don't do fake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Life Is Right Until Lived
When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.
I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Comes Knowing
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you think he is oblivious to the obvious?
And living in a preferred time zone.
Comforted by hidden insecurities...
And deluded by the absence of practiced truths?
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you believe,
One who has been made to feel an 'outsider'...
Does not perceive,
Who receives him as he is!
Amongst those who are quick...
To ridicule him with their negative judgements.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
And...
He is guided by the 'Divine'!
In time,
You will discover that.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
And knowing he does...
What will and must take place,
To clean up disgraceful traces left,
By those who have lived their entire lives unchallenged...
Thoughtless.
And,
Born to feed their greed!
Prepare...
For the 'We Can and 'We Will'
Winds of change to blow,
Dramatically across the land!
And free of addicting pollutants.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trying to Convince Ourselves
If I spent my life seeking your approval...
Neither one of us would be improving,
On our point of view.
Or that quality of life we feel is right for us.
We would become stagnant.
Unchanged...
Isolated.
And delusional about who we are.
We would become...
HEY!
We would become what we are right now!
A people totally out of touch with reality.
And trying to convince ourselves...
Others are envious of our display of ignorance!
And you are here,
Trying to prevent me from being who I am.
Showing me the depth of your shallowness...
With traditions you believe makes you superior!
You are in much need of psychological recovery.
First you need to be brought up to date!
And then you need to realize,
How your hatred has been self inflicted.
Hopefully you will have time to experience your life,
Without conflict that has its roots in racial inferiorities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Value Of It All
When does the teaching process end?
And the learning of lessons begin...
Starting the arrival of experience?
And not far behind is a common sense,
Waiting to be triggered without a nudge?
It is there connecting all of this,
Without a budge!
Ready when needed.
However...
If a mind relies too much on books,
To lead to a life reflecting what is written...
As common as it may seem,
A sense expected is missing.
And if a mind begins to lose sight
Of experience, lessons taught
AND common sense...
There will be problems.
Big time ego ones!
Who pays?
And at what cost?
Especially...
If the value of it all is lost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Are Victims
To confront anyone,
Who has lived their entire life...
Based upon delusions fed with lies,
Is like trying to convince...
Someone who has lived as a hermit,
That they have just been selected...
To receive an award for being the most congenial,
By those who have found their social attributes...
To be undeniably refreshing.
And somehow this embellished exaggeration,
Is not considered a joke as much as it is a threat.
It then becomes best,
To leave one alone in their own comfort zone.
Since few people will accept,
A reality that does not connect...
To what they know or has not to them been shown.
Without an experience of it being known.
We all are victims of some enforced limitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Fearing We Should Keep Secrets
With thoughts diversified.
Feelings deep and some quite silly.
As a little bit of rock with a rolling through blues,
Is shown.
These aspects of my life,
I have chosen to you to only make known.
Relationships of all kinds had.
Disappointing splits and emotional heartbreaking,
Coming to exist.
And a desperation that describes,
A sitting on the edge and what it feels like...
To come close to losing one's mind.
Illnesses experienced.
And happiness recovered,
After sadness ends.
There is nothing like feeling,
A beginning like this...
Can and does transcend.
You and I have been together,
Through it all it seems.
And I am glad from you I did not conceal,
Any of my hopes and dreams wished fulfilled.
Every aspect of my life to you has been revealed.
They have!
With a desire I have by my doing this,
You too will recognize...
Thoughts you have are also diversified,
With feelings deep.
And ready you are to come out of hiding,
To experience a life lived feeling totally complete.
And you and I can share,
Without fearing we should keep secrets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Grandma's Homemade Fruit Cake
One has to live a life to know what it is like,
To experience the quality of diversified injustices.
It seems many have been fed to believe,
A feeding digested upon a variety of twisted images.
And those judging another's appearance,
As if the act of it is not felt or seen...
Expose instantly their lack of comprehension.
Although those physically judged,
Are expected to express their gratitude....
For the opportunity to be subjected to the process.
Especially...
If those judging and sitting as jurors,
Are quick to depict themselves...
As the creators of the Sun, Moon, Stars and Earth.
And the givers of life as a way to show they are,
Well...
Nuttier than all the nuts found,
In grandma's homemade fruit cake.
And,
The odds are likely to be in their favor...
They may have a clue of actually being aware of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If One Understood and Had Patience
A mind that remains stifled,
Will always be in conflict...
With one of growth.
And an attempt to convince the other,
Communication could be established...
If one understood and had patience.
As if hesitation and patience...
Were related to a life of experience.
And a consciousness unafraid to dare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Churning With Conflicts
There is an ignorance pervading,
Here to convince...
It's part of common sense.
An ignorance marketed and sold on all fronts,
To diminsh the mind with pointless events.
Intelligence offends,
The urban corridors.
Illiteracy is defended by the shallow!
And supported even more,
By those who have closed their doors...
To the poor we all pay for!
There is an acceptance in a decadence...
Defining a quality of life!
There is a blind eye turned on lessons learned.
And a pattern of strife...
Implemented by those with secrets
To keep this depleted way of life,
Churning with conflicts we are forced to fight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cutting Edge
As long as my work is edited...
To ensure by those who censor,
I say nothing to offend anyone...
They may believe is totally oblivious,
To a reality that affects...
Their pretentiously kept delusions,
They will meet and decide by voting...
If my written submissions as described,
Should be considerd...
Cutting edge!
And that determines...
Who amongst them have actually,
Spent anytime outside and beyond...
Their own comfort zones.
Many do not travel too far,
To ensure an innocence represented..
Thrives to keep some minds stunted.
Even though the majority of the people,
Have long been forced to do so...
With an eviction from these zones,
For most of their lives.
And find that a censorship...
Athough at these times lived ridiculous,
Should be applied to an acceptance...
Of a decadence that is marketed successfully!
But, of course...
That is a reflection of their lives as lived,
Valued as standards they publicly deny.
Yes it is hypocritical...
However,
It is what it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Works-In-Progress
Pain!
Much of it,
We do not solicit.
A lot of it comes and shocks.
As it stays with us to visit.
It is hard to ignore.
Or get rid of it.
No one consciously explores...
With intelligence.
Why pain hurts to the core.
Or selects who to pick.
No one delights one bit emotionally.
And we choose to accept God knows...
How deeply felt our tragedies.
With a fixing that mends our broken hearts,
Unconditionally...
When that happens.
And life provides no escape from it!
God has to know this.
God has to know,
We are all still His...
Works-in-progress.
Although when bleeding...
There seems to be an absence,
Of a perfection dismissed.
And perhaps that is the reason...
God bestows upon our souls,
An eternity of bliss.
After we have graduated...
From what life now inflicts!
Pain!
Much of it,
We do not solicit.
A lot of it comes and shocks.
As it stays with us to visit.
And we must keep our faith...
That God provides the comfort,
To resolve...
In a dissolving,
Of all of our conflicts we live to witness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard is Life
Hard is life,
when you're living life
out on the street-hard is
life, when you're living life
out on the street,
Hard is life,
when you're living life
with not enough to eat-
Hard is life,
when you're so lonesome
and alone, Hard is life,
when you're so lonesome
and alone,
Hard is life, when you're
living the life of a
rolling stone-
Hard is life, when living
life has become a bore,
Hard is life, when living
life has become a bore,
Hard is life,
when you're looking
for strength, but you just
aint got no more!
poem by Dorsey Baker
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Several Zones of Twilight
There are several minds within our own,
Connecting.
Several zones of twilight...
Intersecting.
And given depth and breath,
On a revolving cell in the Universe.
We have come to disregard,
As a nonliving Earth.
And so wrong from birth we've been taught.
It takes perception to accept this Oneness...
That is God.
The only division that conflicts with this,
Is the consciousness God has given 'man'.
And man has decided within his mind he is God!
A part...perhaps.
But only One God is the whole...
Of this 'cosmos' we are in!
Living and connecting,
Several zones of twilight intersecting us,
To give us breath to breathe...
To animate this reality of life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dependence On Negativity
Your demons have you convinced,
The life you live without me...
Would be better spent,
Not listening!
And the benefit from this,
Affords you to live...
A life lived without comprehension.
One acheived without common sense!
Follow I do your movements from the sidelines.
Hoping one day you will awaken to find...
Wasting time trying to redefine,
How to accept me in your mind...
Has limited you to doubt and misunderstanding.
Deception based upon your perception,
I have plans to manipulate your independence...
Is that continuous inner dialogue you keep,
With your belief a dependency on negativity relieves!
It is you not me living day to day in desperation.
However...
It is your happiness that has been blocked,
And confined.
Not mine!
That is the only freedom I know...
I have here to share with fresh air to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Short
The depth of life
The length thereof
The depth of a life
The years thereof
The depth of your life
The distance from your first wisp of
Earth's worried air of
Life to the finish line of
A life well lived or of
One which was spent waiting for
The future which may or may not
Hold you in it for
Today is given you to
Make all the difference you can and to
Smell all the flowers you can and to
Love as deeply as you can and to
Let laughter break some ribs and to
Let rain drown your tears and to
Give yourself away and to
Worship as truly as you can and to
Leave your worries in yesterday then
Do the things fear won't let you do then
Say the things that matter most then
Do the things you haven't done then
Do the things you have to do and then
Give a life a meaning
Find life's meaning
Hidden in love's meaning
And your life meaning
Breathing in God's meaning
And pick up a book of meanings
To check the short meaning
Of short and find that that's the
Aching distance from the
First intake of air to the
Last release of the same.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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My Service to This Country
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
In the military,
I experienced true friendship.
Strict discipline.
And was taught 'why' and reasons,
I should and must respect.
The men and women from all walks of life,
Were dedicated and loyal.
And all could trust what was done,
Was to benefit the cause...
Of what was correct and upright!
Those without this experience,
Seem to be superficial, selfish.
Lacking a self respect and/or common sense.
And the military is the only institution,
Where young people grow...
Acquiring a maturity not on the common man bestowed.
And those who treat the ones of military experience...
As people who protect their interests,
And then can easily dispose.
Make foolish judgements based on temptations and whims.
And their insecurities are taken for granted!
And this clearly shows.
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
And glad upon my life,
This has been bestowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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