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They Seek To Be Understood

Those who live unpredictable lives...
Speak of wishing to have more control over,
That which changes on a daily basis.

And they will not admit there is nothing consistent,
About their own actions they seek to be understood.
To then say they have no time to be aggravated,
By the ones who question what it is they do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In essence, if we want to direct our lives, we must take control of our consistent actions. It's not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives, but what we do consistently.

quote by Tony Robbins
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The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence. We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.

quote by Robert F. Kennedy
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If You've Got Issues You've Got Issues

Aren't you curious and find it strange,
That those who ridicule and complain...
About what others do and/or don't do,
Seem to have no activities at all...
Other than to come together day after day,
To do the same things?
With nothing to show for their efforts wasted?

'No.
I haven't noticed it.
I do my best to keep busy.
I don't take time watching what others do.
And where are you to observe this...
On a regular and daily basis.'

I'm..uh...I...well...
I asked you the question.

'I understood your question perfectly.
But what I don't understand...
Is 'how' and 'what' THEY do,
Has any connection to you? '

I...uh...well...I'm...
I've got to go.
It is difficult to have a conversation,
With somebody like you...
Who can't answer a simple question.
It's not complicated.
If you've got issues you've got issues.
Avoiding what they are wont solve them.
Especially to judge others.

'I agree with you.
And IF you have to go,
You have to go.
There was a time I'd wake up in the morning,
Confused and complex myself.
Until I self examined.'

Yeah.
I can see that.
Well I hope things work out for you.
Try not to be so negative.

'And...
Try to keep what we discussed,
To yourself, okay? '

No problem.
None at all.
I wont tell a soul.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easily The Perception

The air is there to breathe,
No matter who attempts to avoid its presence.
Like so many who try to deny what feeds them.
And will not admit they seek to get it on a daily basis.
Without acknowledging it at all,
As the only source for their survival.
Comparable to another believing the deeds of one,
Are dispensable!
And that is easily the perception of those accustomed,
To nibbling habitually with a mooching done established as natural.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know What My Master Does

I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.

I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.

My Master is available whenever I call.
My Master is everything and to me my all.
My Master has seen me stumble and fall,
To get up off my knees to again walk tall.
And if it wasn't for my Master I'd be left to crawl.
I am aware ot this.

I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.

I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
I know what my Master does,
Can do...
And has done for me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)

speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Moods Consistent With The Times

Sometimes it is best,
Not to express feelings...
Of being elated on a daily basis.
Since some people who nurture,
Their bad attitudes persistently...
And...
In moods consistent with the times,
Would prefer to think...
Those who make attempts,
To display no contempt outwardly...
Are actually the ones out of their minds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing long live the butterflys

Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly

poem by Fading Heart
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Take control of your consistent emotions and begin to consciously and deliberately reshape your daily experience of life.

quote by Tony Robbins
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Each Strand You See Of It Invites More

Nothing that I will ever do,
Will be to please you from your perspective.
I have never known those desires.
Suppressed or to be regretted.

I did not earn the right to live my life,
To delight in the feeding of your appetite.
With the ignoring of my own cravings.
I grew up in a different neighborhood.

And for you to expect that I do...
Drool with wishes to have your point of view,
Is such a waste of an interpretation...
That assumes I look to you...
To produce my hopes and dreams.

This is not true.
But I do admit to having an open door policy.
You may come to visit.
But staying on my mind is out of the question.
My own time is enough to occupy picked adventures.

Believe it or not there is nothing that you've got,
Do I sit in silence wishing with time to it to give.
Curious?
Yes.
But wishing to have another existence,
No.

Have you noticed I was not born yesterday?
And the hiding of my earned gray hair,
Has not entered my mind.
Each strand you see of it invites more.
But none of it had you put there.
Even on your good days.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Which They Receive No Substance

How do I feel,
About the escalating disrespect...
Shown to me?
And the pride I have taken,
In priding my identity?

That is a very good question.
And I am glad you asked it of me.

First and foremost...
I am not the one to be traumatized,
By an awakening...
To realize my entire existence,
Has been a hoax!

And that is why I stride with a dignity.
Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
And my consciousness,
Has never been sold to be stripped away from it.

Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
Others may be here to make excuses for themselves.
And...
Out of mind and feeling out of place to escape from fates.

So unfortunate are the ones who have been 'hoaxed' to live...
Their lives they do not value.
And support themselves...
On a faith that is replaced on a daily basis,
From which they receive no substance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diversity

Diversity is sought...
And thought could exist!
But those wishing to practice it...
Seek to administer it to adhere
From positions that are clear,
That they are in control.
And 'that' is understood by those...
Still kept at a distance,
With thoughts about it to themselves.
With eyes open and lips closed!
Making sure diversity,
Is something approved...
To smooth tensions.
But not of a blended equality mentioned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So what we have tried to do in our later buildings is to try to be completely consistent, as a painter is consistent or as a sculptor is consistent. Architecture also must be very consistent.

quote by Minoru Yamasaki
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Farewell Notes... (Part Two)

no more wars! we cannot allow poverty and hunger to continue!
we have to live in a way that celebrates our diversity. we have
to listen to each other. every word we speak or write, has a cost.
whatever we must sacrifice for the truth is well worth the cost.
question, seek, doubt, try all things for their validity in your lives.
respect each other's paths, but walk your own. keep your hands,
hearts, and minds open. take the time to care, get involved.
my heart and soul are with you all... be at peace, nay, be peace!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Were The Adult, I Was Just A Kid

you had control,
you made me feel special,
but something wasn't right,
questions were floating around,
of why i did the things i did,
the more there was,
the more secretive you became,
told me we couldn't continue,

if my parents found out,
but it didn't feel right,
you told me my parent would think i was lying,
guess what?
they did,

i created a war,
things gotten hard,
it was easy for me to admit i was lying,
than for ppl to question my judgement,
i was a kid,
you had a edge,
kids lie, easy out,

you made me depend on you,
and for what?
what did you ever do to me?
besides take advanage and kick me to the side,
you hurted me, in ways i couldn't understand,
until now, you coward,
couldn't admit to your actions,

because you,
know they were wrong,
and now becuz of you,
i understand why i don't trust,
it was one thing you took from me when i was young.

poem by Mona Martinez
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Forms (Fun Poem 38)

Our lives are filled with forms
we have to fill in, almost on a daily basis.
Most want a detailed description
of our entire life.
Date of birth, date of death.
You silly iriots if I was dead
I wouldn’t be filling in this form!

What about some of the other silly questions they ask.
There is always one or two.
What gender are you male, female or other.
If other, please explain.
I scratched my head.
I am a cross between a mongoose
and a little green man.

Why must they always put other
when they ask a question?
How do you get to work,
walk, bike, bus, train, car or other.
A friend came across that question once.
He simply ticked other and then went on to explain
that he went to work on an egg.

Now about these forms
that seem to dominate our lives.
During our lifetime,
we probably fill in enough forms
to stretch around the world and back again
if they were placed end to end.
Writer’s moan about writer’s cramp,
I moan about form cramp and that is that.

poem by David Harris
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Nothing To Speak

When you have nothing to speak
Feel strong and not weak
When you are under shock or in danger
Restrict the utterances and control the anger

Nine outright gains if you win silence
Enemy may be forced to control his presence
Withdraw under the compulsion on no reply
It is proved beyond double and needs simple try

Speak not in isolation
As it has no connectivity or relation
Speak only when it is necessary
Else you may later feel sorry

It is good to restrain with talk
And absolutely forbidden while you walk
Talk with man of great understanding
Or with a person of less misunderstanding

At right time if you succeed
Over control of anger and misdeeds
You can think of high chances
As it will the be understood by all at once

Keep speaking in audience with strong views
It must be precise and not be heard by only few
It has to be like crystal water for the reflection
People must find difference when faced with action

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Abnormal

One who has lived a life protected,
With an encouragement...
To fear the making of mistakes.
Is destined to live an insecure existence.
With drama to traumatize on a daily basis.

They have been conditioned,
To perceive those who live their lives...
As they wish,
To be the ones abnormal.
With mental issues left to go unaddressed.

Although,
Those depicted as being 'abnormal'...
Are less inclined to be found,
Passing judgement on others as seen all around...
From a self righteous point of view pursued with conflict.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Delivery Of An Accepted Life To Live

Those finding themselves annoyed?
Choose to be.
Those with heachaches.
And other aches and pains?
Wouldn't know what they would do,
Without them.

Those complaining on a daily basis?
Have been given too much attention.
And those in the business of others?
Have none of their own.
Leaving those entertained by gossip...
With nothing else to do but that in their lives.

There is just too much varieity.
Too much abundance.
Too much that is available...
For anyone to sit an expect,
A delivery of an accepted life to live!
And...
Confinement is only found defined,
In one's own mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Better

It's getting better all the time
I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren't cool
Holding me down
Turning me round
Filling me up with your rules.
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her and
kept her apart from the things that she loved
Man, i was mean, but I'm changing my scene and I'm doing the best that I can.
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time

song performed by by Gomez
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