Trying To Prevent The Advent Of Evolution
A foolish people,
Will always seek a validation...
To remain foolish as long as possible.
This activity keeps them feeling significant.
With a stagnating influence...
That stays as current as their ignorance.
And as long as this is their consciousness,
Any breakthrough of intelligence...
Is as difficult for them to comprehend,
As the advancement of technology...
Is for a mind demanding a return to times,
When rocks were rubbed together to produce fire.
And these are the minds,
Trying to prevent the advent of evolution.
And many can not accept they have been lost in the mix!
They make attempts to defend a time for them that has ended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is a Luxury Sometimes
I can be foolish.
And can do foolish things
Knowing what I do is a bit foolish.
It is a luxury sometimes I use.
But there has been times,
My foolishness has been mistaken...
For stupidity and ignorance.
And my portrayal of foolishness,
When I decide it should end...
Becomes interpreted,
As someone who has lost much sense.
And I must admit,
At times when that occurs...
I'm not trying to find it either.
Or senselessly defend,
Whatever it is that offends...
That I may say and is heard.
That is why I don't encourage,
Being tested at my expense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Foolish Thing To Do
I was thinking just the other day
How it started in such a strange way
It ended in a strange way too
And this is why I am singing this song for you
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish thing to do
Give your heart to someone new
Its a foolish thing to do
(yeah)
Weve all made the same mistakes
One foolish glance one smile we made
A hundred thousand feel this way
While other people are just waiting for the day
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish foolish thing to do
Go when you want it
When you need it
Dont just believe it
For the first an last time
Stop !
Youd better look around
One day youll walk into the room
Your eyes will meet
Youll fall in love too soon
The next time you might hesitate
The chance is all those rooms have eyes
So dont forget
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a such a foolish thing to do
To go and give your heart and soul to someone new
Its a foolish foolish thing to do
So when you feel it
When you can touch it
And you believe it
For the first an last time
Stop !
Youd better look around
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish thing to do
song performed by by Heaven 17
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To Allow It To Manifest
Condoning ignorance,
Does not prepare anyone...
To defend against it.
Even those with an abundant wealth of it,
Have not begun to become haunted,
By the error of their foolish ways.
And to have allowed it to manifest,
As an accepted activity to protect...
Will not ever prove to be,
A decision that has made...
The existence of it cost effective.
Since the price of ignorance,
With its after effects expressed...
By the tolerance of a showing of disrespect,
Has already made its appearance...
Weak on dividends expected.
And an investment now so out of reach,
Many now find too expense to sustain...
As a social disbelief now attacking as if a beast,
That has become much too overwhelming to appease.
And yet there are those still wishing to meet,
With time taken to procrastinate in denial.
Feeling that a doing of this showing of a seriousness,
As a useful benefit to click on a few minds too dim.
Much like a suggestion of a gluing of fallen Autumn leaves,
Back onto tree branches from which they fell.
Proposed sacrastically!
But,
Incredibly enough...
There will be many believing that to be a good idea.
An ignorance deep in depths like this,
Is pointless to make attempts to awaken.
A darkness so embedded,
Will never surface to become enlightened.
No matter who has been appointed,
To control the light switch.
The batteries in some heads are dead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See It As It Is
It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination
To maintain one's peace,
It is apparent one must release...
From such mindsets trapped,
Within points of views abused.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.
See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Known By Many To Protect And Defend
It is difficult not to mention...
The depth and limitation of an ignorance.
Known by many to protect and defend.
Since if it is spoken against...
There are those who have been convinced,
Doing so is negative and has an evil intent.
And the ones condoning the presence of it,
Are employed to teach ignorance is accepted.
With a destroying of those who could influence,
A beneficial use of acquiring an intelligence...
That promises to become cost effective.
And at a savings done at one's expense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Know What We Do Sometimes Seems Foolish
We have assignments,
Some with reason and rhyme...
But,
Like none other...
Ours at times are undercover.
We have a purpose to fulfill all our needs.
With a wish to please...
But that's hard to say to people.
We know what we do sometimes seems foolish.
And we know...
Most times we may comprehend.
We know what we do sometimes seems foolish.
And we know...
Starting over from an end,
Can not always begin again.
We have assignments,
Some with reason and rhyme...
But,
Like none other...
Ours at times are undercover.
And...
We know what we do sometimes seems foolish.
And...
We know starting over can't begin from an end.
And...
What we do may look so easy.
But...
We do what we must,
To put others at ease.
And...
We know what we do sometimes seems foolish.
And...
We know starting over can't begin from an end.
And...
What we do may look so easy.
But...
We do what we must,
To put others at ease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once I was foolish
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could nurture
A garden of flowers
In a desert
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could clad
A desiccated tree
In its lost foliage
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could restore
A bird missing
Back to its nest
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could swim
The length and breath
Of the oceans
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could ease
An aching heart
And wipe the tears
Once I was foolish—
I thought my dreams
Will bloom into colorful petals
That I might sprinkle in you way
I want to be foolish
Again and again…
22 Oct 2010
12.52hrs
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Defenseless Against Critics
As long as your stature remains credible,
I will defend you.
And nothing you do...
In my eyes,
Will be regrettable.
As long as your ideals remain upfront,
Without the pulling of stunts...
That initiates the beginning of a witch hunt.
I will defend you.
That's what I will do to prove my loyalty is true.
I am not one quick to leave when the heat gets hot.
I am not one to flee from a good thing I've got.
I'll even accept mud thrown in my face...
If that's what it takes,
To keep you and I protected in a safe place.
As long as your stature remains credible,
I will defend you.
And nothing you do...
In my eyes,
Will be regrettable.
And regardless of what others may say,
I've been with you too long...
To be chased away.
This I have proven over our time spent together.
And you know this.
How many times have you healed my wounds?
When I came to you,
Defenseless against critics.
To become even stronger...
As if it was meant for us together to stick with it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions
If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.
They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.
With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!
These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burned By An Unsuspecting Heat
It is difficult for me,
To embrace the extended family...
Concept.
Or even accept that,
In my current state of mind.
When burned by an unsuspecting heat...
The experience of it cautions one,
As to what is safe to believe.
And what one feels safely to leave behind,
With no need to repeat.
It is difficult for me,
To embrace the concept of unity!
What is it?
And what does this mean to human beings?
A unity of what?
And for what purpose?
An agreed upon taste for ethnic foods?
I know that sounds sarcastic.
But what else do people do?
Or a socializing done,
To ensure everyone appearing in a physical likeness,
In not bored to tears and 'is' having fun?
A fun that is done until a sweating comes?
Or is it...
To whisper and gossip in divisions of cliques.
With the real issues being ignored?
And no advancement achieved,
That is witnessed in time to benefit.
Especially those of like minds,
Observing the nothingness!
And desiring to tackle a 'reality' to define!
It is difficult for me to approve,
A gathering of people...
Who are undecided,
As to which direction a 'group' should move.
And argue amongst themselves as to who is qualified...
To say with authority,
What it takes for them to improve!
Or how an agenda with such diversity,
Can and could survive to thrive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breakthru
Words and music by queen
When love breaks up
When the dawn light wakes up
A new life is born
Somehow I have to make this final breakthrough
Now
I wake up
Feel just fine
Your face
Fills my mind
I get religion quick
cos youre looking divine
Honey youre touching something youre touching me
Im under your thumb under your spell cant you see
If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough - oh yeah
Breakthrough these barriers of pain
Breakthrough to the sunshine from the rain
Make my feelings known towards you
Turn my heart inside and out for you now
Somehow I have to make this final breakthrough
Now!
Your smile speaks books to me
I break up
With each and every one of your looks at me
Honey youre starting something deep inside of me
Honey youre sparking something this fire in me
Im outta control
I wanna rush headlong into this ecstacy
If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough
If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough
Oh yeah
Breakthrough breakthrough
If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough
If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough
Breakthrough
song performed by by Queen
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miracles Can Happen
Keep it simple.
Avoid being stupid,
If...
This is a possibility.
And keep this in mind...
Miracles can happen any time.
Remain faithful.
And welcome the presence of humility.
Some of you will find this to be a stretch.
Especially when so many,
Seem to possess an abundance of ignorance.
However...
And keep this in mind...
Miracles can happen any time.
Always remember this...
A dime spent,
Is a waste of ten pennies!
You could have saved...
To collect and value,
The current Age of Worthlessness.
Only fools try to impress,
With empty pockets and lofty conversation.
And if through life,
You are able to keep that addressed...
An intelligence you pride,
Can be overlooked and pushed aside.
To benefit the process of unlimited learning.
And done by anyone yearning,
To comprehend...
What others pretend has been understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
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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Young At Heart And Foolish Free
Some people when they get older
just grow old and feel older,
but there are others who remain
young at heart and foolish free.
They feel they could run for miles,
and then their lumbago stirs
and leaves them reaching
for their old walking cane once more.
Other feel they are sixteen again,
forgetting age slows us up
and our feet cannot move as fast
and they keep tripping us up.
Oh, young at heart and foolish free
is what everyone wants to be.
Running the ten minute mile
without stopping every once in a while.
Feeling party smart and wrinkle free
until they look in the mirror.
Then gasping with horror
and saying is that really me?
Young at heart and foolish free,
no one cares if you are three or a hundred and three.
You’re as young as you feel
and foolish as you want to be.
So put up that walking cane,
forget who you are, come
join me on the swings
and be young at heart and foolish free.
poem by David Harris
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Open Minds, Eyes, Ears and 'Dialogue
Making attempts,
To reach back for times...
That should have long been lived,
And put into existence THEN...
Will not do a thing for you 'now'.
And you were told that,
When those times then...
Were behind the times!
Just like a season or a holiday missed,
That has gone...
Think of your mind like that.
Something once here...
But now has gone.
Remember when you were teaching me,
And others a lesson by ignoring our suggestions?
Remember you made it a point to tell your friends,
You wish I'd learned how to mind my business...
And live my life,
Since you knew more about yours?
Well...
You should have seen these days,
We now live.
You and others like you...
Are the only ones asking, 'What is happening? '
Open minds, eyes, ears and 'dialogue'...
Should have revealed that to you!
And you were right...
I have learned to mind my own business.
As The World Turns,
I have One Life To Live...
To remain Bold and Beautiful.
And no more will I be giving my time,
To those who are Young and Restless...
In their minds.
I am not living for that kind of drama!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Melba Montgomery)
We said our goodbyes long ago
Never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find
That we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Yes, we must have been out of our minds
song performed by by John Prine
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A New Era Has Arrived
A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed
And those who say
They are of strong faith with beliefs
Are the very same people
Who stand in the way
With attempts to block
This progress that proceeds.
A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed
And
With a stubbornness they are convinced
If they demand with a protesting that commands
'Everything' for them will remain the same
Even if they take matters in their ignorant hands
As if particles of dust
Refusing to be blown away by wind
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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