Too Well Known
So many now are attempting to defend themselves,
Out of situations they have created.
So many are in denial their activities,
Have placed them in jeopardy.
And today they seek others to see them differently.
They wished erased what they can not face.
With a replacement of something that is not so ugly.
But it is much too late for an empathy to them to be shown!
Their 'realities' inflicted upon others...
Has been too well known!
And I could care less,
About their refreshed and awakened points of view.
There has been too many yesterdays,
That much agony they have put me through.
And you too!
And based upon that alone...
They will find I am not the forgiving kind!
You can decide for yourself,
What it is you should do.
And please do not allow what I say,
To influence you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditions To Heal Go Ignored
What can not be erased or faced,
Surfaces time and time again to disgrace.
An embarrassment does not aid,
In the replacement that degrades.
And not admitting the affects,
That still shows its defects infesting...
Will not disappear,
If it is apparent and made clear...
Conditions to heal go ignored.
And decay advanced is not abhorred,
But induced by the use of further excuses.
And condoning a decaying,
Constantly replayed to deny subsides.
And can no longer hide realities observed!
Although blemishes seen are not fantasized...
But inflicted as dessert being served.
And described as 'problems' to be addressed.
As the burning of one's nest clouds desires,
To progress beyond what is shown...
But lacks acknowledgement!
There is no empathy.
Not when greed is the priority to feed.
And repeated disgust is welcomed to numb!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victims In Distress
Truth is being told
And its revelation is considered sick!
People who are not accustomed to it...
Are discovering the truth is causing them fits!
Raised on distorted realities created...
Based on color or the lack thereof!
Placed in divisions to produce criticisms
To have some believe they were chosen from above!
The truth is being told and unfolding before our eyes.
Lies unknown to those never shown...
Has lifted masquerades from disguise!
And even though this is being exposed...
Many continue to live unsurprised!
Since those suppressed by those who oppress,
Weren't in denial
But the victims in distress who had been denied!
Knowing their tracks had been erased by hidden facts!
And providing amusement for those who now are trapped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decided to Find the Core
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
I began to eliminate excess.
I rid my life of annoying pests and agitation.
I decided to find the core of my happiness.
Obstacles became more determined,
Not to see me succeed.
My path became blocked with foolishness.
Until...
I began to see things for what they were.
Even though they tormented me to see them differently.
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
Today...
Everything I'm wanting has become a daily desire.
And I thank the Almighty with excitement every morning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Biggest Disaster
What 'is' unfortunate?
The capitalization of the word DENIAL.
And the tremendous affect the act of it,
Has had on the millions of those who have been shown...
A protection from truth will produce for them a reality.
And a denial pursued is what all should do!
However,
In the doing...
Denial 'now' has become too huge of a magnitude,
To disregard...
As the biggest disaster ever allowed to be created,
Humanity has come to face!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Have
When they have...
They care less who has not.
Few do care,
And that is shown.
When they had and now do not...
They seek empathy!
They seek relief from their grieving.
Unaccustomed to having their needs go unfulfilled,
Their eyes soften.
They become humbled.
This act had been used in the past!
But this is not historic.
What is...
Is their discovery of the act of caring.
This now,
Depends on their survival.
And they realize...
Few among them know how!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyebrows Raised
Maturing with an expanding insight,
Is a lonely path to travel.
Especially when so many,
Are doing their best to reverse the clock.
And are limited in experiencing,
Alone time with God.
Or find it odd,
Someone walks by faith.
And not with a credit card.
To many the notion of God,
Is a 'thing' unseen and told exists.
With a telling they should be 'good'...
To appease the wishes of God.
'God please...
Gimme, gimme, gimme.'
Only to appear showing up to beg for 'something'.
As if a panhandler in any neighborhood.
Hoping to find someone, anyone...
Forgiving and willing with an empathy to give.
Maturing with an expanding insight,
Is a lonely path to travel.
Especially when one dares to announce,
The doing of this affords them to be trinket free.
'Where are your 'credentials'?
You aint nothing.
And if you were...
Where is it for me to see.
Show me something,
That validates your right to breathe.'
With eyebrows raised,
People are quick to defend their beliefs.
If they become to feel threatened,
Their insecurities are being exposed...
To another that can see their activities,
Are based upon charades masqueraded by routine.
'...and don't talk to me about your belief in God!
You aint got a thing to show for it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People And Their Situations Do Change
If it is true you knew,
How I felt in those times...
Where were you,
To help me empty...
Those many buckets of tears,
I cried.
If it is true,
My struggles with agony...
Had been something you knew.
If it is true you knew,
Who planted obstacles on my path...
Why were you not there for me at all?
And when I reach out to you,
You dismissed me and laughed.
If it 'is' true you knew,
What I was going through...
You said nothing about it,
Until several years have passed.
And,
If it is true you knew...
Anything about me at all,
Why have you waited until today...
To appear to say,
You are experiencing your own downfall.
To what degree of an empathy,
Do expect from me...
To receive?
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And that person you say you knew back then,
Has matured to improve...
On my expectations of 'friends'.
And can see people and things as they are.
With a re-arrangement done to philosophies,
Without a passing of judgement on them.
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And I've been blessed with a peace,
I am going to protect and keep.
And all I can do is wish you the best.
With a peacefulness I am feeling.
Hoping one day,
The same for you will come your way.
People and their situations do change.
Of that,
I totally agree.
But an empathy from me you wish to receive...
Was not from you,
Ever given to me from you to give...
To believe you can receive.
I agree...
People and their situations do change,
A lot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Necessities and Basic Needs
Rapidly decreasing,
Are those self defeating beatings.
The ones inflicted when people got upset...
Over what others had they saw and wished for,
They could not for themselves get.
Ceasing are those jealousies,
And tantrums thrown by pests of bad habits.
Slowly growing to show are necessities.
And basic needs are today's realities agreed.
For many unfamiliar but being introduced.
Rapidly decreasing,
Are those self defeating beatings.
The ones inflicted when people got upset...
Over what others had they saw and wished for,
They could not for themselves get.
Ceasing are those jealousies,
And tantrums thrown by pests of bad habits.
Slowly growing to show are necessities.
And basic needs are today's realities agreed.
For many unfamiliar but being introduced,
Without seduction to reduce one into temptation.
And...
We all have experience the expense of that game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty
Will you stop it and go away! ?
I can't get anything done!
In my eyes you seem to stay.
'Well...
Look the other way!
I can't change what it is you see! '
That's my point, Beauty!
I'm just recognizing,
You are all over the place!
You've been here all the time?
Everywhere in my face?
And now that I've awakened...
I'd rather admire your grace.
Forgiving and forgetting,
My disgraceful attitudes
Accompanied by my bad taste!
'I thought you said,
You couldn't get 'anything' done? '
Those selfish things I was accustomed to do.
Believing I alone had something to prove.
But now that I've discovered you...
And in everything you are...
Even things once ugly,
You are there in all things and in everyone!
I am aware of exactly what you are!
I'm sure what I've done can be quickly overcomed!
Now that you've shown me,
The quality of what 'you've' done!
Beauty I am nothing!
I 'see' you...and I am stunned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Recover
For those who have chosen,
To isolate themselves,
With a rush to abandon others not like them.
And awaken one day,
With hopes an empathy they can depend...
When a living in isolation,
Has not for them proven beneficial.
And today,
With realities staring them in the face...
They seek an existence less superficial.
With those who they now,
Feel they most identify.
Well...
They will discover when they recover,
It is a long walk back...
To a town without pity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes films ignore other points of view because it's simpler to tell the story that way, but the more genuine and sympathetic you are to different points of view and situations, the more real the story is.
quote by Ang Lee
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Circuit Judge?
Circuit Judge?
I am detached, dispassionate.
My judgements purely logic based.
I think I can proudly state
all chance of error is erased.
Emotions do not affect me.
My circuits are all solid state
Designed for functionality.
I do not love I cannot hate.
It is a pointless exercise
attempting to influence me
I disregard the lawyers lies
I rule them out immediately.
I consider all the evidence
As I was designed to do
which points to guilt or innocence.
I can detect what isn’t true.
I have no human loyalties.
My logic circuits cannot fail
I judge the facts impartially
You can be sure truth will prevail.
I am detached impassionate
You may be very sure of that
My only role to serve the state
I am the perfect bureaucrat.
18/08/2009
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maybe politically it wasn't wise but when people have different view points I think the public has a right to hear it and the public has a right to make decisions based on those view points.
quote by Scott McCallum
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Intentional
No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.
Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.
With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.
This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
It is all quite intentional.
'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yesterdays
Aren't we sick of yesterdays
that got us where we are?
All the yesterdays that got us here
and still we've not gotten far.
Aren't we tired of the yesterdays
that seem to haunt our dreams?
All the yesterdays have become todays
and nothing changes it seems.
Aren't we afraid of the yesterdays
that have never gone away?
All the yesterdays have come again
and now we have to pay.
The price we pay for yesterdays
is the sorrow we see today.
For the masses have become so used to them
that their feet are stuck in clay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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To Handpick
You have spent most of your adult life
Disregarding advice
To prioritize the enjoyment of your escapades
With critque of those who slowly took steps
That aging gracefully benefits
With a seriousness.
Clinging onto youth betrays
In ways that fade away with quick fads
And today
You have awakened to play a game of catchup
Fast
With many who had been afraid to face realities
And those realities have never allowed anyone
To handpick
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Differently
Wish you told me by and by,
That my life would come to this,
That I'd have to find a way
to let things go,
That my friends would turn to foes,
And my love would come to blows,
Then I would have done some things
differently.
Differently...
I would ask you out every night.
Differently...
And I would make you feel so good.
Differently...
And appreciate the things that
you bring to me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I would, oh yeah.
Yeah, I know you tried and tried,
But your signal I just missed,
When you said my little girl
would soon be gone,
Yes I didn't hear you then,
And it might be too late now,
That's another thing I'd do
differently.
Differently...
Like trying to make you feel
loved every day.
Differently...
And saying little things to
let you know how I feel.
Differently...
Yes I can hear your young
voice calling me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I can.
When I 'm away I call you up,
And you don't seem to miss me as much,
But I know our love
is still there in your heart,
Just differently.
Differently...
Oh yes, I can hear your young
voice calling me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I can.
Differently...
I'd appreciate the things that you
bring to me babe, yes I would.
Differently...
Oh come on back to me babe,
bring your love back to me.
Differently...
Oh yeah I need your love,
I need your love.
Differently...
Yes I can tell you babe,
I need your love.
Differently...
Today is a brand new day, yes it is.
Differently...
Got to get your love back, babe,
come on now bring it back to me.
Differently...
Turn it around babe, turn it
around and bring it back.
Differently...
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, got to get
your love back, come on babe.
Differently...
Yeah I can hear your young
voice calling me babe.
Differently...
Come on back to me, come on back,
yeah yeah, turn it around.
Differently...
Oh yes I can, yes I can.
Differently.
song performed by by Neil Young
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For Whatever The Reason That Is
I lived that 'straight' and normal life.
That's right!
For whatever that was and for some does.
I also walked upon paths,
Others decided were the best and no one should pass.
That's right!
For whatever that was and for some does.
I even chose to leave my own interests behind.
To please others who had druthers to believe,
What I was born and with a choice to do...
Was a foolish move and I was a fool.
That's right!
And day and night I was laughed at too.
Then one day I awakened,
Determined to put a stamp on my identity.
That's right!
I awakened to realize my life should be prioritized,
For me.
And for whatever the reason that awakening did,
I began to witness what others sought to seek.
That's right.
I observed and witnessed in disbelieve,
What it was others sought to seek.
And it was the approval from others,
They are still attempting to get.
But somehow have not received.
For whatever the reason that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Truth Can Not Be Bartered
Have we been too wise,
In the closing of our eyes...
To walk away from situations,
As if those realities...
For us did not exist.
And today with too much reality,
Staring all of us in the face...
We wish to keep most of it edited.
For fear that truth for what it is,
And reluctantly accepted...
Has a way of blocking out deceit,
But welcomes denial to pamper as a pet.
Leaving those shadowed by conformity,
To realize true truth can not be bartered.
Or left to anger those putting away their tap shoes.
The ones no longer choosing to be fools,
For the sake of keeping stereotypical images active.
True truth can not be bartered.
Or be bothered by the pondering of it,
That come for some to sit to discuss benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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