To Diminish The Act Of Reason And Common Sense
Every tactic today is being used,
To diminish the act of reason, truth and competence.
With undeniable mental abuse.
Every thought process to enlighten those unconscious,
Seems to be finding a way to criticized those seeking light.
By a keeping of their ignorant lives thriving and entertained,
On ensuring the ones with a thought process are belittled.
And this should be a goal by all maintained.
With a laughing at those who have chosen to do things correctly.
And...
If education had been a priority as it is today professed,
Why has there been a rush to market...
The temptation of decadence and with such effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Narrative Today
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
The ones with identity and not in fear,
Of upsetting others with a correct pretentiousness.
I would like to meet those who have minds connected,
To something else besides themselves.
Or flaws and blemishes of others.
Maybe it is my aging process I am dealing with.
I listen more intently to every word not to miss.
And it seems today I overhear many expressing nonsense.
I can not believe these minds are free.
And they have chosen to be empty of thought,
With a seriousness to talk about nothing but materialism...
Sex and drugs and who cheats on who with a doing of it,
Just to use newly advertised lubricants.
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
There 'has' to be other ears and eyes observing this to witness.
And maybe they are like I am...
Looking on from the sidelines but keeping their distance.
And I understand this perfectly.
But it would be nice to have it validated by more who do agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having Wisdom
Having wisdom should enlighten,
But sometimes it can frighten.
Especially when its expected,
Those of age should reflect it.
But they don't.
A disproportionate of those shallow...
Can be callous with a callowness expressed.
Believing an aging process,
Delivers them out of an immaturity that is further digressed.
Yes...
Having wisdom should enlighten.
Having it should produce the brightest moments,
Of our days.
Yet it seems that having wisdom does not mean...
An extension of it shared is not declared,
But the thought of it demeans.
And that is troubling today,
When so many escapes from it are seen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thought And Intelligence
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
A society debating the importance of education...
But not employing the effects of prioritizing its benefits,
Leaves those with high expectations conflicted and confused.
Especially when those who express thought and intelligence,
Are mentally abused and 'accused' of 'thinking' they are 'smart'.
In fact,
There are more people encouraging the act of cheating today...
Just to prove being competent does not require common sense.
Not if the goal is to be seen as successful with abilities to impress.
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Feel Threatened When Approached
I've learned many things about the thinking process.
Many feel threatened when approached by someone doing it.
And some are literally stunned to witness it done.
AND...
If one should speak clearly,
With a thinking process going on at the same time...
They become suspect for being up to something,
That may be evil and demonic.
Giving reason why some people have chosen,
To stay as ignorant as possible!
And fear those expressing an intelligence.
'Watch out for him.
He is not like us.'
~I wonder what his secret is?
I'm trying not to be like ya'll myself.
Ya'll too hung up in trivia and feet shufflin'...
With lips poked out, cussin' and baby talk.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cultural Prophets
Cultural prophets observing nonstop,
That which appears...
Disconnected from a thought process.
Are not too willing to converse,
With those unconscious.
Those professing to take steps to the right...
To declare those stepping to the left,
As idealists unable to conform to the norm.
Although that 'norm' has brought upon much duress.
Cultural prophets observing nonstop,
That which appears...
Disconnected from a thought process.
Are not too willing to converse,
With those unconscious.
Since the ones who are unconscious...
Can not accept the mess they've left.
To address with a correcting of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When There is Mutual Agreement
Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!
For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.
You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?
Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.
When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.
Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Substitute of Meat
What process is this,
If it is not a learning one?
What process is this,
If comprehension isn't done?
Wasted sagas are meaningless,
And shallow.
Do nothing there to uplift.
Although,
A purpose to keep mentalities narrow...
And quite hollow does succeed.
What process is this,
If it is not a learning one?
What process is this,
If comprehension isn't done?
And what purpose is served,
By keeping minds fed dessert...
In substitute of meat.
We already witness the disadvantages,
Of too much sugar and spice.
Leaving sweetened appetites in our streets,
Without substance to nourish!
With all taxes increased.
'Meat?
I thought you were vegetarian? '
Meat for the mind,
Fool!
'I'll have you know,
I am a qualified imbecile...
Thank you!
Any references declaring me to be a fool,
I find appalling and offensive.'
There is 'something' about that to be admired.
Perhaps that's why it captivates.
And nothing about your situation advances.
It's soooo...
Impressively expressive.
And excuses an accepted abuse!
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The images attempt to capture scientific thought. They represent the physical manifestation of the thought process. Everything in the laboratory is a product of a stream of conscious or unconscious thought.
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Perhaps Progress Will Soon Begin to Move Forward
Now a serious argument takes place among them,
To remove the word 'retarded' from their records kept!
And also from an increasingly insecure consciousness.
Although an unaccountable responsibility remains.
Things take time to correct.
It's never too late to have a scrambled egg.
Even if it's served at dinner.
Idiot and imbecile are their other depictions.
And since their stupidity seems to be environmental...
At least some reflection is being self examined.
Remember when dinner was popularly called 'supper'?
And all adults were thought to have had a normal thought process?
A child does not suspect fools to be a dime a dozen.
The road to their complete recovery from delusion,
May come sooner than expected.
Those now contemplating the word 'retardation' to be offensive.
Hopefully...
These same folks,
Who witness this activity increasing amongst themselves,
Will use this same element of 'awareness'
To deal with issues of sensitivity to identify,
Their total lack of mental competence.
There's great honor given to those who step aside.
Especially when the mind decays.
There has been an absence of mental competence.
Maybe we are living in a resurgence of it.
And perhaps progress will soon begin to move forward,
Again...
Since greed had it stagnated for many many years!
'Retarding' everything in its path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Second Thought
When gullets await passersby
And intestines pray for visitors.
Whole body apply functionalism
to make a living.
Education, a second thought.
As planners plan for self kitchens.
Upgrading their lineage and cohort’s.
Little or nothing left for the masses.
Mass education, unthought second thought.
For so long a process.
Black man is impatient.
Through other routes wield affluence.
Education, a sure second thought.
Academic sessions in truncation
with background of non-quasi payment
or divorced wedlock of campus mayhem.
Education, mistaken second thought.
Certificates parade our geography
get no accommodation in official drawers
as offices are transmitted like genes
why acquire it? A second thought.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Had Thought
I had once thought about killing
But no-one could I ever kill,
I had once thought about robbing
But from no-one could I ever steal,
I had once thought about cheating
But to a love I could never cheat
I had once thought about lying
But to no-one could I cause deceit,
I had once thought about my death
But I did not want to die
I once thought about depression
But no longer did I want want to cry
I once thought about using
But no one could I ever use
I had once thought about abusing
But then to no-one could I ever abuse.
In my life I had these thoughts
As they would entered into my brain
But when they entered into my soul
From them all I did refrain.
I know what's right from wrong
And that truth can or will never change
Excuses instead of truth cannot be accepted
And sins cannot change their name.
Those ideals will still enter into my mind
Especially when temptation I had sought
But I will stay a virtuos and truthful man
When it comes to sins and lies, I too had thought.
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The Old Woman and Today
She awoke early with a pep today
A glimmer in her eye and strong step today
She thought of a menu that would bring a smile today
as she thought of her husband so lovingly today
She cracked the eggs and placed them in the pan today
Se buttered his toast and peeled his fruit today
She poured his glass so full today
She placed the flowers n her favorite vase today
She slowly sat down at the table today
the realization hit her like a cement truck today
She lowered her eyes as she thought of the day
You see, the old man had long been dead by today
The disease of old persons made her forget today
Made her cook breakfast for three today
When I entered the room, I asked her sadly, 'What's wrong today? '
She said, 'I'll greive just the same as I did that day
because my soulmate just died again today.'
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How much sinful are thee?
Sin, what is your understanding
Mine is this
Any act that will have reasons
For you to regret later is a sin
“Act” here includes even
Your thought process
“We are all sinners”
Declares a religion
“I am the most sinful”
Is the description of the self
By most of the yesteryears'
Hindu religious preachers,
Who are even now talked about
And held in great reverence
They declared themselves sinful
Probably because they only knew
Their thought processes,
Which would have fallen in 'sin' category
All these point to one thing
That we are bound to commit sin
Physically, verbally or mentally
Modern or scientific
Definition of sin could be
Any act that will load with you
Negative charges leading you
To unproductive or anti-productive
Physical, verbal or mental acts
It is, therefore, apparent
Physical act or verbal abuse
Alone does not constitute a sin
Your thought process, too
Can be a sin
If it conforms to the
Above description
Be watchful on your thoughts
Know how frequently
You entertain negative or sinful thoughts
The more frequently you give room
To such thoughts
The more sinful you become
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Promoting Decadence As One's Defense
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Today those who have poise and grace,
Are as out of place...
As an alien from space.
Those who speak with confidence and truth,
Are quickly rumored to be...
Fools let loose.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Listen to those on talk radio,
Saying things over the airwaves...
The FCC approves as okay.
But an exposed breast,
Unexpectedly addressed...
Upsets those to become enraged,
Although much worse than that...
Is displayed on TV 24 hours 'everyday'.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Is there such a thing as,
As those who are crazed...
Being praised today?
And those desiring,
Better lives for themselves...
Being criminalized,
As if 'they' were the ones...
Who have come to terrorize our lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With An Infectious Likability
If an intelligence was based upon,
The reflection of one's competence...
There would be few elected to leadership positions.
Since the requirements would ensure...
A proving of a thought process.
Instead of how one impresses,
With an infectious likability.
And how one stylishly is dressed.
To later prove no mental depth,
That benefits an waiting to satisfy expectations.
'The look and dress certainly impresses.
But the incompetence shown...
Embarrasses those who can not hide their distress.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Mindset In a Process
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
I wish to explore and participate,
In this creation.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
No deed I do done is for selfishness.
I have no wishes like this to persist.
I've been given gifts I am comfortable with.
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
And hopefully pieces you bring connect.
For a one mindset...
In a process of thought together,
God possesses.
And 'this' is what has been discovered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bouyant Madness
Everyday.
That's when I 'update' my thought process.
Everyday...
There is something to add,
To a perception...
Easily outdated,
By the rush of bouyant madness.
Everyday I pray,
'Dear God...
Is it okay if I go into a rage and cuss?
Is it okay if I raise my right eyebrow...
To give my left one a rest?
Is it okay if I should punch someone in the face!
Then beg for Your forgiveness, My Father? '
Everyday...
It seems I am straying further away,
From the ideals of Mother Teresa!
And yes...
It is 'everyday' that I 'update' my thought process.
To add to a perception,
Easily outdated...
By the rush of bouyant madness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When One Accepts Their Own Aging Process
There is nothing politically correct to confess.
Or socially maladjusted needing to be professed,
When one accepts their own aging process.
There is such undeniable joy.
And a freedom to define one's own...
Comfort zone.
Knowing 'home' is where one's heart is.
And not where one is expected to go...
After telling another what to kiss and when.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sure You Get The Point
If you are in a conversation,
You 'thought' was being shared...
And it begins to dawn on you,
The conversation you thought for two...
Was actually a conversation of one.
And no listening to you is being done!
Pay even closer attention,
To what is being mentioned.
And...
You will begin to realize,
What's important in people's lives.
And it shouldn't take long,
For anyone listening to another...
Go on and on about themselves,
Just where they are reagarded and placed...
One someone's priority list.
'Oh?
Yeah and...I...
Uh huh, huh...yes...and I...
Uh huh.
Yep.
And you know...uh huh...okay.
Uh huh...and...uh huh.'
I'm sure you get the point!
And if you don't...
Maybe you should be the one to listen.
And let someone else say something,
While you familiarize yourself...
With the process of breathing.
You know...take a few breaths.
And learn something.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nightmares Won't Stop
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then maybe its fake
Your not drowning in a black lake
Your not being bitten poisonous snake
Your not really awake
It is all in your head
An over active imagination
A mental complication
What a realization
Then comes another sensation
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
It also could be
You pinch your skin to see if this is
Your trying to open your eyes
if only to see
Their must be something you missed
Explaining away the possibility of your demise
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then when that coffin you lie in with spikes comes closed
You'll wake up alive with all your cloths
But look at all holes
Their mere shreds
How is that possible?
A mental transference of the material
Then the question comes did you wake into another dream
This is a sickness and a disease
If only solving it could be a breeze
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
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