There Is More to Being This Blind
Look at one.
Then to the other.
One does not have to say...
They represent change.
That should be obvious!
Unless, of course...
Someone is in need of a 'cane'
To determine,
They can not see!
Since they are sightless.
And the light is too bright...
To reveal enlightened qualities!
And one comes forward and has stated...
Having had an experience,
They are better suited to deliver as foreseen.
After years of observing,
The needs of the people on the scene.
The very same people,
Whose quality of life has long been demeaned.
And one wishing to be selected,
To prove what is needed can be done...
States there is an advantage,
To have lived longer than the other one.
And the one younger...
Has rolled up sleeves and hands of dirt.
Proving to be the one not afraid of work!
There is much more to being this blind,
Than meets the eye!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sun Sets On Their Backs
People today upset,
Expect the effects of change...
To be for them painless.
And immaculate.
Raised on delusions.
And entertained by a support of their whims.
People for centuries have been forced fed to feed,
On a way of life...
Slipping away and will soon from them leave.
Then one bright morning a dawning appears.
As one man seen bearing an image clear...
While another with rolled up sleeves,
Prepares to reveal what he carries.
With an anxiousness he says are facts.
And the people are torn between the two.
Hoping from their point of view,
Their fantasies will not from them be snatched.
But...
Nothing on the horizon appears like that.
A truth produced,
Is observed by those looking forward.
While those traumatized and rubbing their eyes...
Can not believe what they see.
As the Sun sets on their backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises To Get Fixed What Is Broken
It would be wonderful if initiative was taken,
To correct the mistakes of that which is obvious...
Than to make promises to get fixed what is broken,
If the people could only pretend to forget...
With a forgiveness given,
To those who messed up their lives in the first place.
But now...
Wish to be seen as suited to be selected as the ones,
Who are best at getting the job done.
And...
Haven't they already done that job which is obvious?
That job to undo those standards once valued.
Is it new leadership that the people need?
Or do the people just need to wake up?
Since competent people are already there.
But people are not wanting to be represented by competence.
People have been conditioned to see others fail.
And with a doing that has been done to please them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Negotiate
Can those of obvious intelligence,
Come to ever compose themselves to negotiate...
With those who have imposed on others,
Incompetent qualities never to represent leadership.
With a showing that is done effectively.
But effectively they have proven to be imbeciles.
Can those of obvious intelligence,
Come to ever compose themselves to negotiate...
With those who have imposed on others,
Incompetent qualities never to represent leadership.
And 'if' this incompetence is what people insist is needed...
Why should those of intelligence,
Bother to bog themselves down with such overwhelming...
And accepting ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Of Images That Represent
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Aren't That Dumb
Is someone who is coached to lead...
Someone needed to bolster issues of trust?
Can that person truthfully convince,
They possess leadership qualities...
To allow others to breathe easily.
And accepted as one of independence.
Without displaying a hint of incompetence?
Or will a dumbdowning done,
Implemented by everyone.
Not notice that such leadership...
Isn't what it should be,
For anyone observing...
To realize,
There is in fact..
None!
But given time such qualities will some day come!
And the person selected based on appearances...
Looks the part just to get an election won!
'That will 'never' happen.
People aren't 'that' dumb! '
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Involved
No light shines so bright within some people.
You can tell those from others...
Who shy away from consciousness,
As if it is a burden of a thinking process
They have selected not to have.
Those with 'light'...
There is a 'willingness' to learn,
That is present in their eyes.
'Something' gives feedback that life is being involved.
It flickers from inside of them!
It sparks!
It glows.
And it is apparent they are here to enjoy the experience.
Everything done they do becomes an exchange of attractions.
They are 'involved'.
And they may not be aware of it at all!
It seems out of place,
To hear a complaint come from them.
That is rare.
Like observing a comet for the very first time.
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Where The Problem Is
There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.
Today those same people,
Who found anything and everything done acceptable...
Are seeking explanations amongst themselves,
As to why those they have selected to represent them...
Seem less qualified to audition for characters portrayed,
In any nursery rhymes they have ever told to their children.
And...
The ones who are trying to snap them 'into' reality,
Can not say it loud enough...
That everything that has been sweetened to eat,
And given to them to nourish...
Has had damaging effects,
On the maintaining of their mental health.
Yet...
STILL they wish to keep the same story lines told,
But they wish to have the ones telling those nursery rhymes...
To depict the exact images in their minds,
That have never existed.
Although they seek 'anyone' besides those who are truthful,
To deliver the goods.
With a comfort for them that is understood.
There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.
But these times lived can no longer depend on myths.
People are challenged to be real with themselves.
And that's where the problem is.
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Valued And Precious
To prove one's might,
Does not have to be with weapons.
In fact...
The proving of one's ability to show,
A power that is most effective...
Can be done economically.
To bring people to their knees in agony.
And the use of weapons is done,
To prove to anyone...
An ability to destroy possessions kept,
That are deemed valued and precious!
And lives lived and the quality of them,
Fit as prioritized on that list.
This...
Is NOT rocket science.
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A brain or brainless
A battle of brain is never won
it has weighted as heavy ton
it can't be wasted or simple gone
it is to be kept in mind or borne
A brainy child can shine from the beginning
it is long and powerful inning
There will be equal morning and evening
colorful life with bright shining
There is nothing to hide and seek
it is unpardonable weapon of the weak
A person has no power to speak
he can't ride a ladder and reach to the peak
Honey bees and butterflies too work very hard
it is job of brain to look always forward
what brainless can do other than to polish
he has nothing to as he is already finished
Everything has two sides to represent
no one can work if any thing is absent
sometimes people with brain create unruly scene
such abnormality is never observed or seen
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Running For Sainthood
No. That was you!
'No it wasn't...
It was you! '
No, you!
'No...
That was you! '
~And what are they doing over there? ~
*They prepare for the conventions coming up.*
~Well...
They seem to represent the people.
Nothing will get done.
And the one who wants to do that,
Will be labelled a liberal.
And those conservative will say...
The country is too far left!
And those on the right are religiously opposed! ~
*Remember those days,
When the choice made was just to vote?
Now you have these folks,
Who claim to represent our causes...
And protect our well being and quality of life!
Now they want us to believe they are running for 'sainthood'.
And those with the lesser of clipped wings...
Will deliver all our needs,
Tax free!
And we are going to be foolish enough...
Not to see through this crap they've got us trapped in! '
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Is He Too Old...
Is he too old to be president?
Can a bird fly with one wing?
No one can say,
What has yet not been observed!
But then again...
Trees have lived for hundreds of years!
Observing.
And providing an 'allowance'
For all of us to live.
And as long as he has life...
Who has the right to question,
His age and abilities...
To do what someone younger,
For years could not do!
And 'youth'...
Although there,
Did not follow through to provide the proof!
Where is that evidence?
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Tantrum Queens
There are those who are writers.
And others who choose to be tantrum queens.
They are the ones demanding to be rated.
Demanding their submissions be assessed.
With a listing of their writings,
Read and reviewed.
If not those requested to do this,
Are discussed in forums and demeaned.
It's so obvious it is disgusting.
And it is those who are younger that do it.
With words drawn from concepts that are incorrect.
They have high expectations...
For something submitted less than their best.
Hoping for a rating as if competing in a contest.
Wishing that thoughts half expressed,
Makes a bridge to eliminate any guess work!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Thawing Done That Has No Guarantee
You want to show and deliver to me a cold shoulder?
Go right ahead.
I can reveal to you someone,
Who will shut you off into a permanent freeze.
Dare me.
After I've shown you unconditional love?
You want to show and deliver to me a cold shoulder?
Go right ahead.
I can reveal to you someone,
Who will shut you off into a permanent freeze.
Dare me.
With a thawing done that has no guarantee.
You want to show and deliver to me a cold shoulder?
Go right ahead.
It is obvious you do not know me.
Or the life I've lived to feel I have that right...
To serve to you buckets of ice cubes,
Day and night for the rest of your life!
You want to show and deliver to me a cold shoulder?
Go right ahead.
The freezing done I do,
Will be remembered by you.
And that's not a threat!
It's a promise I will give to you to keep!
I seek from you a dare.
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A nice person
´He was nice person and down to earth”
‘Good people depart early and still there is no dearth”?
“He was choosey in life and did no harm”
“He lived full life with enthusiasm and charm”
Some of the comments were heard when my close friend died
He lived exactly the opposite and on almost all the occasions lied
I failed to understand the value of comments passed on individual
Is it customary to pass words which in all the sense are dual?
I have almost witnessed the same scene
There may be unpleasant things to be seen
People will be offering their condolences
I may still be customary to site many instances
No one takes this occasion very lightly
We may notice some differences slightly
It is not appropriate gesture or tribute
It helps a lot to express the gratitude
Person is remembered at his departure
He might have not earned for his future
The last rites might improve his public standing
His contribution might be remembered as outstanding
We find some of the people still fearing the death
They are afraid of wrong comments or wrath
It puts them under constant fear and pressure
They do nice work at the end to make it sure
Some of the good work is definitely appreciated
It is openly advocated and stated
This brings some of the his fine work to the knowledge
It might have been his ultimate goal before his demise to manage
People may call him as true son of the land
His contribution is clearly seen on hand
He might have proved to some people as good friend
This is how he earns respect at the end
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Life Lived Moves On
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
Bouldering that overflowing dike of tears,
They may cry.
Heal.
And let those emotions subside!
But do not collect over the years,
As souvenirs awarded for their sorrows.
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One Bright Day
One bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
There will be celebrations around the nations
love without no care
there will be singing, plenty swining
live witout that fear
One bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
yes it was one bright day
yes it is one bright day
There is music, you choose it, love it,love it
hear this music, don't loose it, love it,love it
One bright day the people together
one bright day the people together
Hey, unnuh see the one bright day, South Africa free
Believe me, one bright day,drugs free country
Make it to the one bright day
a said the struggle to the one bright day
struggle to the one bright day
struggle to the one bright day
Make it to the two bright days
make it to thre-------ooh
lord, the people got together
the people got together
So there can be, many, many, years and years and years
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Accepting the truth
it been two years since i lost you,
and the years are going up,
it gets easier to think of you,
but having you here will be nice too,
i know you in a good place,
i just wanted you to be happy,
God took you quickly,
you no longer have pain,
i can no longer hold onto you,
and i no longer regret that,
i know you still by my side,
giving me hope and feeling,
that everything will be alright,
you don't have to be here in person,
for me to be alright,
because you taught me everything i needed,
to be the person you wanted me to be,
i don't have to be surrounded by people,
to feel like i belong,
because it only makes me feel more alone,
i don't have to be accepted,
or to appear as normal,
for people to accept me,
because i am who i am,
i won't change a thing,
and i shouldn't have to,
just to be liked,
you taught me that,
why please other people,
when it don't make me happy?
and even though i miss you,
i'm glad i don't regret you being gone,
it was a part of life i don't like,
but i can live with it,
it is what it is.
11/02/10
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Soldiers
(I just got one question:Where my soldiers at?)
V1:(I see you watchin' me.) Yeah ya know I'm on it.
(See how I'm livin') You know I'm too strong. (All they throw at me)
I'm not fallin' for it. (They think I'm alone)They got it all wrong.
PC:Everybody on the left, and everybody on the right, who's not scared to testify.
(Willing to testify)Gotta let the world know it, that ya not afraid to show it, if ya not
afraid to show it let me hear ya tonight. (Cmon!)
Chorus:All my people in the place, ya lookin' good with style n grace, but here's my
question listen clear:Where my soldiers? (RIGHT HERE!!) Say hey...(HEY!!). If you know
you keep it tight say hey!.......(HEY!!) Where my soldiers at? (RIGHT HERE!!)
V2:(World's watchin' you)Whatcha gonna do now?(Will you make a move?)Will ya show and
prove?(You know that ya do)Gotta represent!(The life that we've been given, the reason why
we're livin' so....
PC, Chorus1X
Well you know..there's a reason..(there's a reason)..we're here to..(here to change)...to change the
world, and you know I belive it....(I believe it)...we can do it, but it's up to you. The request of The Maker
of the ocean and the sky so blue is to call up some soldiers...so if you're not afraid to take a stand then
let me see you raise you hands!!!
Chorus 3X
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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In Spite of Opposition
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.
In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.
And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:
'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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