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Trying to Convince Ourselves

If I spent my life seeking your approval...
Neither one of us would be improving,
On our point of view.
Or that quality of life we feel is right for us.

We would become stagnant.
Unchanged...
Isolated.
And delusional about who we are.

We would become...
HEY!
We would become what we are right now!
A people totally out of touch with reality.
And trying to convince ourselves...
Others are envious of our display of ignorance!

And you are here,
Trying to prevent me from being who I am.
Showing me the depth of your shallowness...
With traditions you believe makes you superior!

You are in much need of psychological recovery.
First you need to be brought up to date!
And then you need to realize,
How your hatred has been self inflicted.
Hopefully you will have time to experience your life,
Without conflict that has its roots in racial inferiorities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Trying To Sell This

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.

Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!

I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.

That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This What It Is That Is Wished?

There they stand,
Incensed and prepared to fight.
Seeking to continue a division in conflict.
When the air of that has been deflated out of sight.

And there they are,
Ready to ignite.
With not a reason at all,
On the horizon that sheds...
Upon them light that makes this alright.

What is it they really wish?
To be left alone initiating...
Their own disturbances,
Inflicted by their own habitual fits?

What is it that they really wish?
An approval that announces them...
Authorized to conduct,
Such a destructive dementing mental sickness...
With an entertained audience witnessing it?

Is this what it is that is wished?
Since nothing else that has been done,
Makes any sense to convince with a confidence.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implemented Craziness

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

People 'say' they pray for peace!
And as soon as they are 'released'
From their places of worship...
I overhear them passing judgements.
And condoning needless wars.

People 'say' they pray for unity,
And brotherhood.
And in most neighborhoods,
There is conflict of some kind.

People 'say' they pray for racial equality.
As long as they are made to feel superior,
Over others of color.
And they are restricted from a quality of life,
That is diminishing rapidly in quality...
And those 'values' they uphold,
Are materialistic and has devastated the economy!

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

It seems as though the more I age,
Those who take offense
To an obvious display of implemented craziness,
Are quicker to defend this mess...
As if it is tradition.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stay Out and Keep Away

Hypothetically insinuated,
Or suggested by opinion.
A picture paints what the message is.
If it is subjected on a focus...
To depict an imagery,
Hyped to be solicited.

People grow tired,
Of those delusioned by pretensions.

An isolated scene as viewed,
To be cutoff from the reality...
Of a life that is lived but distanced.
By those believing their traditions...
Valued as a standard kept.
With a maintaining of a teased jealousy.

And...
Will provide sustaining subsistance,
With perceptions a way of life they live...
Is envied!

Well...
Foolish is the fence fortified,
They have surrounded themselves...
To convince.
With signs posted that display,
'Stay Out and Keep Away From The Fence'
Will someday be taken serious...
By those delivering a dwindling of supplies.

'Should we continue to play along with their lies?
Or ignore them as has been 'our' intention.
With the backdoor feeding of them.
Or keep the supplies for ourselves? '

~Suppose the media gets a sniff of this? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Interruptions

This is the deal:
You will either be trapped in madness...
Or you will be released to express bitterness!
This is your option:
Free yourself immediately,
From delusions of all kinds.
With one objective:
Realize nothing done and accepted,
Did not happen without your acknowledgement!

And if you have any claims of not knowing anything...
#1...your madness personalized will have company.
Know it and try not to outdo your hysterics!
#2...your released bitterness expressed...
Although a little late showing the outraged,
Will subside!
Eventually.

Either way...
You are not going to be alone!
Whatever the experience chosen,
Has been condoned.
Those denials you doubted and put on trial?
Have now become realities flourished.
Encouraged by the nourishing...
Of your acceptance of disbelief!

Those disbeliefs were never fantasized.
They were there but you shifted your eyes aside.
And there is nothing about them now,
That should be misunderstood.
Since you have paid the price...
Determining to keep your beliefs unchanged!
Holding onto a way of life as best as you could!

And everyone,
That you witnessed who kept reality shunned...
And now find themselves purchasing guns,
To protect themselves from an ignorance done...
To themselves and loved ones,
Go down the drain!

With those values and standards,
Historically 'said' to have been maintained!
Contained within pretentions insisted.
And you know they were yours to inflict!
With every rewriting done to it!

However and forevermore...
There is one thing comforting in all of this!
At least you have proven,
Your way to totally self destruct...
Has had no interruptions!
And comes at a time when self obsession,
Has been replaced with self examination!
At the expense...
Of your self indulging wasted existence!
And this, of course...
Your technology and experience,
Has without secret kept endorsed!

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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Larger Than Life

I may run and hide
When you're screamin' my name, alright
But let me tell you now
There are prices to fame, alright
All of our time spent in flashes of light
All you people can't you see, can't you see
How your love's affecting our reality
Everytime we're down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life
Looking at the crowd
And i see your body sway, c'mon
Wishin' i could thank you in a different way, c'mon
'cos all of your time spent keeps us alive
All you people can't you see, can't you see
How your love's affecting our reality
Everytime we're down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life
All of your time spent keeps us alive
Yeah, everytime we're down
Yeah, you can make it right
Yeah, and that's what makes you larger than life
All you people can't you see, can't you see
How your love's affecting our reality
Everytime we're down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life

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Larger Than Life

I may run and hide
When youre screamin my name, alright
But let me tell you now
There are prices to fame, alright
All of our time spent in flashes of light
All you people cant you see, cant you see
How your loves affecting our reality
Everytime were down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life
Looking at the crowd
And I see your body sway, cmon
Wishin I could thank you in a different way, cmon
cos all of your time spent keeps us alive
All you people cant you see, cant you see
How your loves affecting our reality
Everytime were down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life
All of your time spent keeps us alive
Yeah, everytime were down
Yeah, you can make it right
Yeah, and thats what makes you larger than life
All you people cant you see, cant you see
How your loves affecting our reality
Everytime were down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life

song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Whose Interests Are Being Represented

Isolated AND inclusive?
From who's point of view is this?
When reflected is division,
By those who say...
They represent common interests.

And whose interests are being represented,
When more are admitting...
A quality of life has been diminished.
And who are they distibuting invitations,
To the same people they have actively kept away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Those Who Try Hard To Convince

Someone living a life lived,
With a lesser experience...
Could not assess with a depth that qualifies,
A probing of one's life spent...
Being challenged and unafraid to become diversified.

Even though there are those who 'try' hard to convince,
They are the creators of intelligence.
And market common sense...
Whenever someone happens to accidentally visit,
The exclusiveness of their comfort zones.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regarding The Massacre

23 is not a stagnant number
of the massacre
it will rise like the tide
till it gets to a hundred more
these insane murders
in the name of politics

a white foreigner beside me
chats with his Filipina girlfriend
saying that life is insane

he makes a point, i agree,
death is inflicted and there will be no reasons left

i have another definition of life now.
It is insane.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love and Hatred

Love is not so heavy as hatred,
Love is gentle and soothing,
While hatred is rude and disturbing,
Love is an attribute of God,
While hatred is the quality of devil,
Love makes,
Hatred mars,
Love teaches how to live,
Hatred is tired of life,
Love is soft as gentle rain,
Hatred is hard as drought,
Love is deep like an ocean,
Hatred is shallow without commotion,
Love makes sacrifice,
Hatred escapes sacrifice,
Love is everlasting,
Hatred is transcient,
Love releases fragrance,
While hatred stinks,
Love relies on heart,
Hatred relies on mind,
Love loses,
Hatred gains,
In a nutshell,
Love is life,
Hatred is death,
So let's spread love.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Some Kind Of Welcomed Status

No one should feel threatened,
To serve a life sentenced...
Spent surrounded where people enjoy,
Mediocrity cemented in ignorance...
As if they are meant to seek this to employ.

I can understand why the young people,
Strike out and defy authority as they do!
Most adults are immature...
Without a presence of discipline that is endured.
And...
In most urban centers this is what people choose,
As an approval of some kind of welcomed status.

Or a showing by example,
Those qualities of leadership expressed...
To impress their children.
However...
Neglect is what these young folks expect.
With a quickness of their lives lived,
With no understanding the finalizing of death.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Led Them In?

Nobody knows,
How their failures began.
Although everyone is in agreement...
Someone with insight,
To enighten them is needed!

One who is capable,
With abilities to free them from a cesspool.
But...
Who led them in?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
To lead them like sheep...
Grouped as a herd of fools!

Who hypnotized them...
To accept desperation.
And loss of a quality of life...
In need of a sacrifice,
To experience an end result...
That would bring an excitement,
With a festive mood that delights.

Who led them on?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
Now discovered totally wrong.

With a quality of life...
That has them infighting.
In divisions discussing...
The disgust of racial strife.

Fed like sugar to boost their appetites!
With more of this to spread...
As if the feeding of it is alright!

Who led them in?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
That a cesspool would be envied.
And the joy of it would uplift!

These folks are drugged and deluded,
On addicting lies some insist...
A continuance and need for it!
With claims someone with experience...
Is preferred to keep them dense,
And blanketed in darkness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just As Perceptions Have No Clarity

If they were not as quick to attack,
And latch onto comprehension...
To understand their dissensions,
Without becoming offended
By its appearance.
To mend and end them.
There would be less conflict,
And more tolerance...
Of which they prove there is none.
Just as perceptions have no clarity of depth...
They are left believing,
Their self righteousness trimmed with arrogance...
Is sought instead of rejected!
And this is defended.
Until a quality of life with its isolated inequities,
Ends!
Without a shred of truth pursued!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes... Life

Sometimes…
When you are searching
For the path of honesty

Life
Makes you walk

The road

Of betrayals…

Sometimes…
When you are seeking
Truest love

Life
Makes you wear

The sandals

Of hatred…

Sometimes…
When you need
To be yourself

Life
Makes you travel

The train

Of disguises…

Sometimes…
When you long
A bullet

Life
Grants you

What you don’t require

Feathers...

poem by Carlos Gutierrez
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In The Seeking Of One's Happiness

Do I suggest one has to witness death,
To appreciate one's life?
Not necessarily.
But the witnessing of someone close,
Going through it...
Makes the observer more aware.
And the quality of time experienced,
Shared with those we take for granted...
Is reminisced more than one expects.

And the mysteriousness,
As to how all this connects...
Becomes more not less,
Of a curiousity!
Leaving one to believe...
Life should be lived,
In the conquering over foolishness.
And every moment spent of it,
In the seeking of one's happiness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is The Point Of Life

What is the point of life if it is just disappointments?
What is the point of life if we are just going to die?
What is the point of life if we just get divorced?
What is the point of life if we just get in trouble?

What is the point of life if we are just sad?
What is the point of life if we just fight?
What is the point of life if we feel pain?
What is the point of life if we just hurt each other?
I know what the point of life is!
the feelings i have for the one i truly love.

poem by Jacob Gifford
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Look towards sky

How helplessly we look towards sky?
Cut sorry figure and feel very shy
It is not your fault still that makes you to think
Why all of sudden your boat was capsized and sunk

It happens with many of the promising boys
They have learnt it while playing with the toys
So when it becomes the reality to face
All of sudden you find your non existent and out of race

Someone may blame it entirely on fate
It might be possible too that they have acted late
Some people are very lucky to have it without any problem
It is like cake walk and readily available to them

These factors are interwoven and formed as unavoidable parts
We can’t do away with it and normally can’t depart
We got to face the rough weather and continue with it
The action and course has to be chosen what seems totally fit

Some of the results are unexpected and can be taken as such
It is within your reach and caliber to go up to it and touch
If due to some of the reasons it is not turned into reality
Then it can’t be taken as setback or lack of quality

We are victims of the circumstances
You may take sight many instances
Where people are capable but still face failure
Life as such can not be taken for sure

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Quick of Lip and Short of Thought

Destroyed by appearances.
And values on the surface...
That have no depth.
A quality of life has been sacrificed.
Devisive measures have assisted the blight.
There are still those bickering over racists insights.
And their ignorance has expedited conflicts biting...
Further into poisons to bring them all demise!
Since the foundation that supports their allegations,
Is in need of desperate repair...
And has cracked with wounds!
Everywhere!
Leaving hatred and bitterness,
To sink their luxurious ship!
Exposing themselves...
To be quick of lip and short of thought!
And agreeably their own worse enemy.
Nourished on 'mad cow' and polluted pretense...
That justifies this nonsense,
With an applied nonstop ignorance!
That seems more and more a way of life accepted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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