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To Include An Experience That Benefits All

Being social is a factor many doing it to get done,
Becomes advocated by those who solicit a mingling...
To congregate with others who have similar ideals.
But 'socialism' is despised by the ones trying to define it,
As a negative representation.
Although those who are depicted as socialites,
Have no problem being in the limelight...
With others who are on the right,
And exposing their exclusive appetites.
While labelling the ones depicted as liberal,
As being on the left with others who appreciate life...
In their pursuit to include an experience that benefits all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Condition of Traditions

How will we handle,
The complete absence of fading values.
And the dismissing of those messages,
Through the years.
Those messages missed and blocked,
By closed ears.

How will we handle the loss of standards,
And our way of self righteous life.

How will we handle the right 'not' to fight,
In needless struggle.
Or clinched our teeth upon a bullet...
As tormenting pain surrounds,
To black and whiten...
Dimming colorized sights.

How will we handle scandle,
And revelations disbelieved.

How many awakened from deep and peaceful sleep,
Will move forward and aware they are seeking outreach.
And...
Just how many will be amused,
By thoughts of being used and abused by slick trickers!
Soliciting more of their conflicts,
In daylight and on city streets.

How can any of this be handled,
While being fixed quickly...
In the midst of this mix!
If...
Conditions of traditions are still disrespected.
Ignored and neglected.

And ammunition is deficient for the ones who are depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.

How will we handle,
The complete absence of fading values.
And the dismissing of those messages,
Through the years.
Those messages missed and blocked,
By closed ears.

How will we handle the loss of standards,
And our way of self righteous life.
And ammunition is deficient for the ones who are depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers,
With selfish lives.
Grim and down and out dreamers,
With selfish lives.

And ammunition is deficient for the ones who are depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
With-selfish-lives!

Grim and down and out dreamers.
With-selfish-lives!
Grim and down and out dreamers.
With-selfish-lives!

Just how will we handle the loss of standards,
And our way of self righteous life.

'How can any of this be handled,
While being fixed quickly...
In the midst of this mix!
If...
Conditions of traditions are still disrespected.
Ignored and neglected? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In different places over the years I have had to prove that socialism, which to many western thinkers is a sort of kingdom of justice, was in fact full of coercion, of bureaucratic greed and corruption and avarice, and consistent within itself that socialism cannot be implemented without the aid of coercion. Communist propaganda would sometimes include statements such as "we include almost all the commandments of the Gospel in our ideology". The difference is that the Gospel asks all this to be achieved through love, through self-limitation, but socialism only uses coercion. This is one point. Untouched by the breath of God, unrestricted by human conscience, both capitalism and socialism are repulsive.

quote by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
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Sick Places

Affixed to plantation mindsets,
Obvious dysfunctions...
Are not that obvious to them.
And they battle one another,
To gain the master's trust.

Still depicted by stereotypes,
This life kept in mental bondage...
Feeds appetites of despair,
The suppressors like to enforce upon them.
And everyone seems to enjoy their sick places.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Your Face

In your face.
And scrutinized on a daily basis,
That should not take place with such curiosity.
But it does with the getting of attention.

I am an American man.
And labelled black to be made aware of that.
To offend many when my proudness is expressed.
I have always had ambitions to be my best.

With a dignity I wear my identity to expose.
I have never had a wish to be depicted as a stereotype,
To appease those who are white to please appetites.
Not me I am happy to be who I am.

And then there are those who wish to be viewed,
As 'good' Negroes.
With obedience and subservience,
Served to those they'd rather not upset.

I am an American man.
And labelled black to be made aware of that.
To offend many when my proudness is expressed.
I have always had ambitions to be my best.

Does this confession make me 'less' patriotic?
Or am I 'more' American because I have beliefs...
To be the best human being that I can be.
Regardless of any images that provide others with relief.

How you depict with descriptions to abuse and define?
Is a problem you have to overcome in your limited mind.
With time given to dread or not.
And 'that' will never be a question you will hear me ask!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salt Is.... Just Salty

There's so much in this world I cannot explain
The greatest scholars try in vain
Not because the knowledge is so loft
Not because we're growing soft
Nor because it's abstract
But in fact
Quite the opposite
Because some words there's just not a definition that can fit
The problem doesn't come from the objects
It's the simplicity that does perplex
Even the wisest of us all
Our logic does fall
Because it is so far below
How do we define the? What about slow
There's salt, and memory, and even know
What do we know if we don't know such words
People complain of jargon, taxonomic names for birds
But they can't even define what's simple
With that problem, man we got our hands full
We just cop out
Said that salt is salty, the is the, we live without
A real definition, but I think it's those words that are most profound
Belief, God Truth the list goes on, but this is where true wisdom is found
There's the trivial we can seek define
Or there's the words that matter most which will define
Us, it's those words I think that we should not just verbalize
But instead simply realize
That the definition is known by experience
It's indescribable because they're just that amazing
Our inexperience
Of what's unimportant is as tragic as not knowing
Our own Father, and the pursuit of other things to define us
Is as trivial as looking for a definition of truth.

poem by David Knox
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Now Here So Vivid

Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.

How vivid are the actions,
On others performed.
To take what they thieve...
And upon themselves adorn.
Enriching with an enhancement,
From the day they were born.

Here so vivid,
Are atrocities.
So atrocious in implementation...
An acceptance of it,
To gather lives to ruin...
As if in a playing of monopoly.

And the game inflicted does not go away.
It stays and commands to become obeyed.
With restrictions that exist,
Using religious beliefs...
As a means to control,
In the spreading of a wickedness...
To maim and defeat,
Those depicted as enemies.

Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.

Using deception to promote misdeeds.
To witness those doing this...
Eventually,
Unravel from their own intricate...
Strategic complexities.

Now here so vivid,
Are those so unwise.
So vivid with a clarity...
Are those removed from their disguises.
To become recognized and themselves despised.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Is Outside And About

I don't have to wake up to smell the coffee,
To begin my appreciation for the existence of it.
Nor do I seek an explanation of what it is,
To have a picture of it depicted...
Once I have had the experience.

There is something about the living of one's life,
That has to be done with curiousity.
And for many wishing for them a satisfaction...
A gift of life that has been identified,
Is better lived when the bringing of what is felt inside...
Has been introduced to that which is outside and about,
All of life.
And not avoiding that which offends to be censored.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It Now Are You Left To Believe?

What sense is it to hold grudges against,
The one who comes to warn?
To then have them depicted as negative,
With a dismissing of the warning?

Only to wonder when alone and reminiscing,
Why were you picked to be chosen to warn?
By and 'angel' who came but was not adorned,
To address you enough to impress with a message.

What is it now are you left to believe?
A listening to comprehend?
When you could have prevented,
An agony suffered with much regret?
And the one who warned you bitterly scorned.
Believing them evil and full of devil-ment?

What is it now are you left to believe?
Only those dressed to impress,
Have your best interests?
With deceptions you'd rather receive?
Or do you find more time to reflect,
Who comes delivering messages...
You should consider and accept.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaccustomed to Set Limits

Spoiled.
Greedy...
And selfish.

All unregrettably,
Connected to a mindset...
Unaccustomed to set limits.

Even with limits presented...
They have been conditioned,
To pray.

In the hopes that a god depicted,
Will grant their wishes...
To have it their way.

A god to demand they made exclusive.
To protect and induce them...
With the right to invade foreign lands.
To take from others' hands,
What they have...
And slay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Has Been In Charge of the Press Releases?

As long as we keep them depicted,
As needy heathens...
This will provide all the incentive we need,
To maintain our delusions.
With the same marketing tactics.
And keeping those ignorant believing we are better.

Who has been in charge of the press releases?
I don't care who they voted for!
This 'liberal' atmosphere has gotten out of hand.
Before you know it...
Everyone will believe they are here to 'think'.
And we will lose our status of being a great people.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Odd One Out

Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.

Bittersweet is the taste,
Of being determined to succeed...
Against opposition,
Standing on the sidelines...
And betting one this different will bleed.

Bittersweet is the one that experiences,
Observing other fall to their knees...
With qualifications that guarantees,
Them success.
But no happiness from them is expressed.

Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.

'He is so unlike the others.'

~Yeah.
Despite his appearance,
He is determined, motivated and devoted.~

'What does his appearance have to do with anything? '

~You must be from out of town?
That's how people who live here are judged.~

'Maybe with that already known,
That's why he has chosen to live here.
And has succeeded inspite of attemtps to stop him.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can't Define The Single Life

You can't define the single life.
Unless you're doing it.
And not for kicks.

Sometimes it's not that much well liked.
When you are on the telephone.
Just to hang up all alone.

You can't define the single life.
Unless you're doing it.
And not for kicks.

Sometimes it's not that much well liked.
When you are on the telephone.
Just to hang up all alone.

On my drifting mind with the hours,
I stay awake.
I'm thinking nothing but love.
And sipping coffee out of focus,
Hoping that your thoughts are on me.
I'm thinking nothing but love.

You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.

You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
A lusting mind has appetites...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.

You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
It's hard to fall asleep some nights.
You can't define the single life...
Thinking of love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Humanizing Factor

Everything they've ever done,
Had been effective in undermining someone.
Their advocating to defame and shame,
Split apart those in close relationships.
And ostracized the ones to shun,
To isolate them from everyone.
With a deceiving playing of games.

But a giving of empathy to those who did this,
With understanding, comprehension and forgiveness.
Always comes without fail,
Since the humanizing factor has been solicited...
From those who had actually witnessed,
Culprits of evil deeds depicted...
Pruning their bushes and trimming their trees,
On days they gave the gardener time to eat lunch.

And with tears dripping from their eyes,
They explain to those listening...
How they were caught by surprise,
By an experience that has changed their minds...
About those they recklessly misjudged,
As being oppressive, selfish and inhumane.
And this motivated the switching of their vote.

'If it had not been for 'that' one experience,
We too would have thought them out of touch.
Now it is clear to us who is really on our side.'

~But...
How did you get through the gates of those 'estates''~

'We all were dressed as if we were immigrants,
Seeking housekeeping or sharecropper jobs.
To ensure our labor could be bartered.
And would not put a dent in their expenses.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duplication Of A Dream One Wishes

Beauty can be depicted,
To become one's replica...
Of a perception of it.

Whether on canvas or in magazines.
3D movies and on smaller screens.
Even in pageant shows,
With beauty depicted row after row...
Of replicas posing,
Hoping to reflect an acceptance of it.
To come close but not a clone.

And beauty represented for what it is,
Can never be duplicated!
Imitated, yes!
Duplicated, no!
Not as much as it can be appreciated,
When first and only seen.

Dolls are manufactured in factories,
To assemble for the purposes of just that.
A duplication of a dream one wishes,
To fulfill as fantasized...
As an image sought one seeks to re-create,
To be perceived as the real thing.
Like a snowflake when under microscope,
But not quite as closely scoped,
To examine as being unique 'and' original.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Bad' Guy

Selecting to depict one who has achieved,
A doing of activities produced publicly...
As a despicable 'bad' guy to dissect,
And pull apart...
Is a thing done that people do,
When one has proven their obtained experience...
And accomplishments can be of benefit to others.

However...
If not persuaded to be 'used',
A labelling declared to be everything negative...
Than what he is or has given,
Will become the topic to diffuse...
That which has been positively done.
Proving demons will always make attempts,
To have their way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Livin In The Limelight

**everybody wants to be a star
Living in the limelight
A big house and a fancy car
Living in the limelight
Everybody gonna know your name
Surely pleased to meet you
Ask you for your autograph
See your latest feature
In the middle of the middle of a dream
Living in the limelight
See yourself on the silver screen
Living in the limelight
*how you gonna keep em down on the farm
Never make em happy
How you gonna keep em close to home
Everybodys leavin, headin for hollywood
Everybody has a fantasy
Living in the limelight
A personality
Living in the limelight
Hypnotisin the roar of the crowd
Living in the limelight
Never heard of stagefright
First one back for the curtain call
Fall in love with the spotlight
On the cover of a magazine
Living in the limelight
In your limousine
Living in the limelight
Everybody gonna know your name
Living in the limelight
Say, gonna be pleased to meet you
Living in the limelight
Living in the lime, living in the limelight
Living in the limelight
They go to hollywood, be a star
Living in the limelight...
(* repeat)
(**repeat)

song performed by by Peter Cetera
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Fully Indebted To Creditors

Being labelled lazy,
Because one has not embraced the choice...
Of adapting to a materialistic way of life.
May have its benefits.

Since today those materialistic,
And fully indebted to creditors...
Can not use lazy as an excuse,
To free themselves of a tightening noose...
Being squeezed without a shown empathy,
By every overdue payment owed.

Being labelled lazy,
Because one has not embraced the choice...
Of adapting to a materialistic way of life.
May have its benefits.

The most obvious one...
Is observing those whose mouths are now closed,
As signs of foreclosure appears on once prized property...
They bragged about owning.

While those depicted lazy,
Still maintain their pride and dignity.
They never leased or mortgaged their sensibilities,
To prove their self worth to anyone.

And...
Feelings of embarrassement has ever occurred,
As a leisurely stroll through the nieghborhood...
Is now regarded as healthy and good exercise,
By those shocked and locked out...
Of their materialistic worlds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing To Them Dawns

It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who the foolish people are.
And the support they are receiving,
By those who follow blindly behind...
With an absence of their own thought process.

It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who has been depicted as nonconformists.
With a choosing to witness those sitting on a fence.
Debating between themselves to convince,
Which one is more logical and who makes sense.
As they try to impress who has the greater intelligence.

And the ones long depicted as nonconformists,
Now too impatient to listen to foolish arguments...
Find what others do no longer to their amusement.
With decisions they have made in times faded and gone,
To leave alone whether right or wrong...
Those remaining to debate over the obvious,
From Sunrise to Sunset and yet nothing to them dawns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Guest Is 'Trouble

There is a guest and a host
child and servant,
eternity and vanity,
The guest is trouble.

In sickness, health is the host
he gives way to sickness
that the power of truth is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'

In pain, comfort is the host
who concedes the pain
that the vanity of darkness is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'

In death, life is the host
who gives way to death
that the power of resurrection is shown
the guest is 'trouble'

Life is eternal, death is a moment.
health is a fruit, sickness is a leaf
that falls from a tree of life.
They soon wither and waste away.

Be strong, it's not too long
the guest will leave.
and the host will have it all
The guest is 'trouble'

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Close To Being Labelled Blasphemous

Do you remember those times,
When it was said...
Religion and politics were not quick to mix.
And it was best not to introduce either,
To pick to discuss as a subject or topic?
Or be criticized for making attempts to do it?

And today,
Who is not being affected by both?
As those who oppose to have neither in their lives,
To choose to do as they have decided and wish...
Are the first to be depicted as anti-social,
Unpatriotic and close to being labelled blasphemous.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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