To Feed And Please Those Comforts
There are those who live lives,
Externally expressed.
Here on Earth...
To address and express,
Physical and material needs.
With an acquiring of abilities,
To feed and please those comforts.
With an aided dictation how to medicate complaints.
And there are those internally impressed.
Feeling from within they are on a mission.
A quest.
Although from the exterior they appear,
To be disconnected at best.
With an accomplished satisfaction...
Few would consider,
As a detachment from an 'accepted' normalcy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insisted
There is so much about life we do know!
And so much about it we pretend does not exist.
Only to medicate ourselves,
To accept a point of view...
Insisted with the assistance of complaints,
We all share and defend...
That the 'reality' lived,
Has to have a normalcy that 'is' crazed!
In a conformity that is allowed,
Preferred and recommended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensuality
Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: sensuality
Sensuality
Your love got a hold on me
Hey... hey...
Physical attraction
R: like a walk through the valley of paradise
Clouds disappear and the sunshine rises
Inner thoughts overflow like the sea
The secrets and fantasies of the body
It makes you sweat, it makes you wet
The kind of feeling that you got to get
Supernational irreistible
Feel the love, cause I like it sensual!
A: what is this physical attraction?
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
What is this physical attraction?
Cant help it I need satisfaction
And I knew satisfaction; yeah
R: now take a deep dive, let your emotions go
Further than you wish, but look out be cautious
The mind and body come together as one
But play it safe if youre gonna have fun
You need satisfaction, so start the flexin
Hungry for love, the physical attraction
Sexual, natural, no added flavour
cause I like it sensual
A: what is this physical attraction? physical
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Hey... hey...
Sensuality
And I knew satisfaction
Its got a hold on me
Physical attraction
R: got to get it
Phyiscal attraction
Yeah, so sensual
Supernatural irresistible
A: hey yeah.. hey yeah..
Physical attraction
Sensuality
I need satisfaction
A: what is this physical attraction? physical
Cant help it, I need satisfaction
Oh yeah
Sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Physical attraction
Sensuality
Cant get you; sensuality
Its got a hold on me
Sensuality
Fade
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Resentment?
Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.
Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.
Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.
Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Internally, Within The Walls
Internally,
Within the walls...
Where insecurities are kept.
There is a process of disrespect,
That expects more than it gets...
Than more than they themselves reflect.
And yet,
There are claims of neglect...
Gone without a self examination.
To see themselves.
Since this they reject.
Internally within the walls...
They treat each other,
As if appalled by their own appearances.
Judgements are passed.
Where they live they themselves trash.
And anyone wishing to assist with an upward mobility,
They sit analytically...
Demanding to be impressed,
By anyone sacrificing their best as confessed.
Internally,
Within the walls...
No one leaves to adventure outside of them.
And within they continue to complain.
About everything,
Including...
Opportunities that come,
To be dropped at their front doors.
And them they shun.
Because the packaging is not done with glitter,
To represent an imaging of instant bling.
Internally,
Within the walls...
They remain faithfully crazed.
As if the feeding on this madness is 'their' tradition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's Living With That Mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Wakes up to give a damn?
Who here,
Demands to give a helping hand?
And who here,
Knows that peace has a chance?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about their fellowman?
Who here,
Gives their neighbor understanding?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about what is right?
Who here,
Wants to do that day and night?
And who here,
Prays conflicts and fights
Would end!
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that,
As ambition?
To live to give as a mission?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Victim Of Learning Too Many Lessons
Why is it that it seems,
You express little empathy...
Towards those who are currently,
Suffering from hunger, homelessness.
And a loss of their dignities.
'I began to express that years ago,
When the sight of it would hurt me so.
And I witnessed those with turned up noses.
Pretending what was exposed,
Had been a dilemma others chose.'
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
Those who suffer,
Have lost their homes and valuables.
And images that impressed,
Others in a lesser position...
They never took time to address.
With their empathies expressed.
'And...
Your point is what?
Their suffering done is more effective?
And my empathy given to them,
Should be more reflective? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
These people have never experienced,
A life lived like this before.
'Neither had my ancestors.
But guess what? '
What?
'When my ancestors suffered,
They never discriminated by looking away.
And today you can say...
I am a victim of learning too many lessons.
And when I am shown a negligence,
By them expressed...
What am I to do?
Show them I have not been taught by the best? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why?
Are these new lessons I have not recognized?
Have those old lessons been changed,
And are now disguised? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regard It As An Obligation
One should live each day,
Grateful to be cautiously observant.
Do not become too thrilled.
Especially those of you who awaken...
Feeling absolutely wonderful!
Remember...
There is someone you will encounter,
Who will be determined to find your good feeling
Suspicious.
And they will do their best to remind you...
Gloom should be part of your reality.
You can maintain that glorious feeling.
But whatever you do...
Do not ignore their wish to accept their lives,
As they choose.
With complaints and burdens to bear.
Acknowledge their misery.
That's all they want.
They want it to be confirmed.
Do it!
Do not insist there is joy to be felt!
You know that to be true.
You do not have to convince anyone,
Who is on a mission to dispense headaches.
Preserve your peace of mind!
Regard it as an obligation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mission to Earth, A Child is Born!
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A baby cries, cold air, no warmth
No womb comfort, a life, a journey begins.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A universe spreads forth,
Horizon, spreads a hand and boundless.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
Giggles and applause, the friendly stars
Frowns and yellow eyes, the jealous frogs
Mission to Earth, Mission on Earth
The cross, he bears all, a thorn as crown
A mission, to save a life, though so thankless!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Mischievous Conceptions
The best thing you can do for yourself,
Is 'be' yourself.
Once you have accomplished that mission,
And the introduction is complete...
It will be much easier,
Discovering 'what' it is you want!
And 'who' shares your ideals.
You will then know who 'feels' what,
With a purpose that's done for 'real'.
And those medicated with delusions...
Will lose their attractiveness,
That held you magnetically with appeal...
To keep you and themselves concealed,
As worthless entities...
Sharing complaints and complexities!
Be yourself.
Be you like no one else can be...
Feeling free of mischievous conceptions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An idea in man is first impressed upon him and afterwards expressed in things, but in God it is only expressed, not impressed, because it does not come from anywhere else.
quote by William Ames
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Vituperative And Harshly Censorious
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
And I say...
Where are your efforts to address?
Since you are quick to express your displeasure.
And then you wish to measure,
And evaluate time.
You want to vocalize how yours,
Is more important than mine.
You want to expose your excuses,
To reduce critique.
You want others to perceive,
Your opinions are sought.
As if this 'deed' is impressive enough to leave.
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
But I am sure they've come to realize,
There is insecurity hidden,
Underneath your weak tirades tired and tried.
Expressed with intemperate, vituperative...
And harshly censorious language!
'Huh?
What did you call me?
What did you just say?
Did you call me 'stupid'? '
No!
Those affirmations I leave to you.
'Oh.
I'm glad you do.
Because those 'imaginations'...
Which they are not.
But if they were...
Would belong to me! '
Yep!
I totally agree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Need For Me To Discuss A Love
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not share with me,
Other than a physical need...
Now and then expressed,
When you believe...
The only quality I have,
Is to provide and satisfy...
With a leaving you with that interest fed.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To be in a relationship with someone...
Who shares with others there most hidden secrets.
And from me they keep this discreet.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To sleep in total nakedness,
With someone who disrespects my devotion and loyalty...
To openly share with others,
Those things that are no one else's business.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
However...
I do find an increasing need,
To express my disgust you feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Happiness Kept Has Retired
It is sad to see those achieve a status,
That had accomplished a goal to have it unfold...
Before their eyes.
And caught by surprise,
How fast time flies.
And to stand by and wonder,
What to them does it mean...
To have spent an entire lifetime,
Assisting someone else pursue their dreams.
With a devoted talent applied...
That could have been used,
To do their own 'thing'.
But a focus was maintained...
On obtaining materialism to claim,
And the glittering of 'bling'...
Fading to a rust as a game well played,
Does a belly up or is discovered to be corrupt.
With nothing left to show for a loyalty...
But a title given,
Expressed to others once impressed.
Who today no longer address it.
Although memories and a happiness kept,
Has retired from those activities...
Without a spark left to live one can say,
Feels as if to them belongs as an emptiness felt...
Goes on.
And everyday,
More and more of these sad faces...
Have looks of dismay that have been betrayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quest
If my quest was to be the best...
I could not sit,
Until I sat in 'research' quick.
Before I grabbed a walking stick...
To adorn this climbing crusade!
I want to be dressed for the part!
If my quest was to be the best.
BS and all the rest of that nonsense,
Would be left behind...
With the ignorance that it swallows.
If my quest was to be the best.
I would need to learn how to be uncomfortable...
Sometimes.
And in my discomfort I think of what's been left behind.
And I find myself in my mind feeling at home!
Glued like a magnet to the ignorance that comforts!
If my quest was to be the best...
I would find a way to excavate this 'home'
Decorated with my heart and soul within me!
And 'that' would be the best of my quest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We believe firmly that Communism internally and externally can and must be fought without resort to the Communist tactics of the suppression of all individual freedom.
quote by Emanuel Celler
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Here Is My Resumé
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We've been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect...
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested...
To willfully let it become infested?
Don't look at me...
With readied criticisms!
I have been prepared all my life,
To voice my thoughts.
Whether wrong or right...
Day or night!
I have not chosen flight as my expression of rebellion!
Many were those times I took to the streets,
To become my own Grand Marshal.
Even though it was disregarded as a display of ego.
But I did not compromise my dignity.
And I see none of that...
OR pride around!
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Some have chosen to flaunt their pretensions.
Others went on to do good deeds.
Very few I see could care less about their own survival.
And you accuse me of being insensitive?
Remember this...
I have always kept my identity intact!
I didn't sell my soul to trinkets.
To play games of 'I-Can-Out-Shine'
Never did I find the time to laugh at anyone.
Even though I did think...
Those I now see in sorrow,
Were completely out of their minds.
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We've been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect...
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested...
To willfully let it become infested?
Here is my resumé!
And there is nothing I have earned,
That spells out rejection on it!
I've gained from my despair.
And licked my own damn wounds...
With a wish to assist others heal!
Do you know how that feels...
To have your own turn away,
From that reach to appeal?
And I am glad those who now cry,
Did not find me qualified!
Self-serving?
Yes...it is!
And well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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IF I Was On A Mission To Impress
If my mission was to impress,
To effectively address a perceived ego...
Gone unidentified as an awareness.
With a labelling of being arrogant.
I certainly would not begin,
With a depiction of a forest others do not see...
Although walking through it to go unseen.
Nor would I mention with acknowledgment,
My familiarity with each kind of tree within it...
To call each one by name to express my respect for them.
If...
I 'was' on a mission to impress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And After I Take My Midnight Pee
The more I become satisfied...
I am no longer dissatisfied,
With a life I had taken for granted.
I feel an aloneness without complaints.
I feel a clarity disconnected,
From those who bitch!
It is as if my gratefulness,
I should hide and protect!
What if I am suspected...
Of a happiness accepted?
And a smile I flaunt,
Becomes a threat the desperate want?
Tossing and turning as I attempt to sleep...
Haunted by taunts,
My good feeling is about to be taken away by thieves!
So I get up to inspect my peacefulness.
Hoping to hold onto it for as long as I can!
And after I take my midnight pee...
I light a cigarette and have a cup of coffee.
Sitting I wonder...
'Why?
Why do I,
Feel so damn good about my life? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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