Uniformed Determination
A baton held high...
With a pride one strides,
But reluctant to pass on.
Loses an influence that could cement,
Long lasting sentiments with purpose and identity.
If a significance is recognized with the pride one strides,
With a leadership that includes discipline inflicted.
And a reason to keep one's dignity persisted.
From thoughtlessly being pushed aside...
To accomodate misunderstandings instead of comprehension.
Is a clue delivered that is more than hinted!
And can not be denied as sighted!
This...
Has to be understood and disgested.
Eventually.
Without the ignorance of protest.
Yes!
And not left to leave anyone perceiving,
There is no depth with the image given.
Or a process involved without meaning...
In this intentional parade free of schemes.
A precision is noticed and captures...
Much more than the attracting of attention.
A uniformed determination is present!
And enraptures spectators,
Awed and shocked.
There is nothing for them to joke about or mock.
With jaws dropped they are forced to watch.
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The Speed of Upheaval
We can not all be shocked
By the speed of that which has been dropped.
The speed of upheaval that has blocked prevention,
To stop mind rot!
We can not all be that shocked.
Where have those of purpose,
Expressed with felt depth...
Gone!
Those who inspired,
That a thought process...
Be a gift protected.
And encouraged to go on.
Have they been mugged and stripped of it?
Have they been secretly captured and turned into conformists?
And those who are thinkers are now to be hunted...
And forced to listen to torturous ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless It Has Never Been Addressed
If you are not celebrating,
Yourself...
With pride and dignity.
You have no identity.
That is how I see it!
That is how it appears to me.
There is something missing in your life.
An understanding that goes unidentified.
Something unliked one wishes to hide...
Or ignore! Perhaps despise!
There is an unacceptance.
And whatever it is,
It is denied.
Anyone with a pride and dignity...
Will let this be known.
And it is clearly shown,
On the outside as it should be.
Unless it has never been addressed,
Or respected.
And the emptiness is left unconnected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worthless Treasures
When shallow people do not grow,
They leave behind no legacy.
An empty hole widens in their ancestry.
And an influence of attachment is lost!
Gains made to sustain them...
Has been tossed aside.
And a pride and dignity has paid that cost.
They've been trick with trinkets,
Of no lasting value.
Worthless treasures...
Had been the measure of their strides.
Jealousies between them stale and dies.
And they are left without connection.
Great achievements of a heritage...
They have helped deface!
And this is their disgrace observed.
Leaving any remnants of this cascading...
To be mocked.
Until the last of it parades to fade!
To quickly be buried and forgotten,
By those left inflicting their demise!
Those watching from windows inside...
And hurling disrespect to themselves.
Do not comprehend with acknowledgement,
The window from which they viewed their passing...
Slowly upon them closes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Identity
Destined to fight fear
She strides with pride.
Lightened by the full moon
Her head held high.
Nothing will stop her
In this brutal life.
Her eyes now swing with laughter
Blocking the gloom that they've seen.
Escaping the darkness
While waking the dormant happiness.
She is no longer a victim
Power is her new identity.
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Over Goosed
Although I walk...
With an earned dignity I pride.
I feel I am not greeted with respect.
And this treatment leaves me in deep regret.
I don't lose any sleep,
Over what has been validated, obvious and concrete.
I see it for what it is.
And what it is has diseased our streets.
I can not believe,
Most times my thoughts.
'Degenerate self perceptions,
Displayed by the 'crazed' with few exceptions'.
I can not believe,
Sometimes my anger.
When thinking of inflicted conflicts,
Which are much over goosed with inflating gander.
Slander...
Backstabbing and character assassinations thrive!
How people can accept life is to be lived like this...
Has found a way to be marketed,
On newscasts from 9 to 5!
And around the clock,
If you are 'hooked' and 'cabe-ill-ized'.
Connected to ALL channels...
Except 'one'!
That 'one' that reactivates grace and teaches,
How one should stay alive!
And I walk...
With an earned dignity I pride.
Defended with an improved understanding!
I no longer wonder why my strides taken,
Or when I am standing...
'Seem' to be done alone!
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Send All Of It Back
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
I've comprehended mistakes,
And misunderstandings done.
No longer am I in punishment,
For mending those wrongs I've overcomed.
Forgiveness was given.
Apologies received.
Purpose, reason or causes of effects...
I am not going to research with consistent regret.
To persist to saddle dead horses to beat...
Are issues others may wish to revive.
But myself I will not weep in sobs...
To keep revolving,
Pain I've resolved.
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
What happened in times passed...
My heart refuses to get involved!
Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.
And will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pride!
All I have left is my pride.
But a shield, yet a buoy.
Keeps me afloat against vice,
Against your spite that annoy.
My pride; a protective pride,
Affords me dignity's joy-
When you want to stomp my might,
When you want to stop my force.
It is my pride that clears my sight.
Thus leave me to my proud course.
Lest you feel my wrath ever fierce.
My pride, the only dignity I know.
Only wall between trodden tears;
The defender of weak, helpless souls,
Those looking upon the rich with fear.
Pride; the bold titanium shield of sorts.
Blocking the piercing stares and jeers.
Unseen strength that can't be stopped.
Can't be broken; is my pride here.
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Left Evidence
There is a risk one takes,
In knowing oneself.
And to have self assurance,
WITH an identity one exposes to flaunt...
From a pride undaunted.
Clearly a decision one has made,
Not to be afraid.
This is a brave thing to do,
Amongst those who have no clue...
As to who they are without a reason,
Or a purpose to exist.
Yet to yield to others' wishes,
They can not resist.
It is almost as if they had been hypnotized.
Or confined within minds...
Conditioned to accept and believe,
Who they are is insignificant.
And this they show,
With a wish to prove it true...
To leave no doubting of the left evidence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thinking Independently
A conditioning process,
That has completed with success...
And noticed for its obviousness,
Seen?
It is best...
Not to interfere with those priogrammed.
Or come between them and their suppressors.
You will be attacked with such aggressiveness...
Quicker than any enemy.
A people like this,
With their instilled ignorance...
Have been trained to identify,
Those suspected of expressing intelligence.
Do not test the depth of their comprehension.
You will find few if any,
Thinking independently!
With a fear ever present in their eyes.
And an absence of integrity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through An Osmosisness
Unconscious assimilation,
To seduce one into conversation?
Perhaps.
But there are some with realities,
Who are distorted by facts.
And few comprehend that,
When they allow...
The comfort of their delusions,
To sit back and relax.
I have earned the right to express my identity,
With much flair if I dared.
From dawn 'til noon until midnight.
And doing it aware that I have not a care.
And if anyone expresses I do this and declare,
My arrogance to be unbearable.
And a dignity I pride...
Begins to choke with a coolness I carry.
As if I owned the air!
So be it!
If I flaunt a bit of obnoxiousness.
I've earned all of it.
The identity I pride with the dignity I don't hide.
I am not here to defend every step I've taken.
Nor those experiences life to me has personally given.
'Oh!
I can understand how you feel! '
Is that right?
What part of my life have you lived that delights?
And what hour of which day...
Have you said to yourself,
'Ignore what others say.
Keep your faith it will be okay! '
'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '
Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?
'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '
Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?
'Well,
I don't have to...
Forget it.'
That just expressed,
I can understand and accept.
As from you confessed.
There is no need to further address,
Your comprehension to suggest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Begin the Mending of Unreasoning
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
She has been seducing him,
Since the beginning of their childhood.
She practiced technique with her daddy.
And daddy practiced patience and understanding.
She liked that about her daddy.
He was torn between Magic, Shaq and Kobe!
'Yeah, but that Michael will always be the best! '
He was a sportsman!
And she fell asleep in his lap!
Just like she did,
When daddy did that!
He thought he knew what he was getting into.
Until she wanted more of what he could not prove,
He could do.
So he screwed her that night...
And he left not to return.
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
It did not take her long to realize,
She paralyzed their love!
She criticized his lovemaking acts.
And reacted as if he was not there at all.
Feelings had been among the missing,
For days...
In the forest of hidden misunderstandings.
With her face towards the wall...
Expecting him to communicate,
'Her' feelings he could not possibly feel!
She did not make them real to him!
She felt hurt!
And he was suppose to know!
Or at least pretended to care?
He snored loudly!
'Could romance be slipping from the booty calls? '
He thought as he was swept with anguish!
Thinking with sincere sentiments...
'She crazy as hell,
If she think I'm gonna try and 'be' Denzel.'
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
He heard his name being called from the distance,
In a pleading believed.
And coming to ease his anger quick,
She pleads in tones believed!
'Please. Don't leave me.
I am the Sun that comes to love.
You are the spark my heart feeds,
Upon a craving desire to have you near!
Please. Don't leave me, please!
Not here like this.
Please release us from this ignorance.
Don't go my love...
My dear! Don't leave me,
Please! '
She said she wanted him in a language,
He knew 'now' they spoke fluently!
He had not wanted his love to waste.
For any maiden.
Oh he 'tripped' just knowing she ran,
After him with love he had always known for her.
And she did not want to pace the floor.
Knowing within moments how to prevent it!
Knowing within moments...
There is a purpose behind a reason,
That plots from a reasoning...
Its purpose.
And those who know how to do it...
May 'what' is known and applied...
Increase the hold of a bonding,
Worthy to strengthen loosening ties!
And that,
With reason
Becomes the purpose!
To begin,
The mending of unreasoning
To build upon seasons,
Seasoned with love and committement.
And with reason the purpose can flourish.
Never to wither a love delivered seasoned,
With reason as its purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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What Happens
I found myself pride
Courage in strides
For a moment there
I felt no care
My life was free
There was nothing to need
Just one simple glimpse
And my stride is a limp
My pride breaks and shatters
And things started to matter
With one little smile
My mind's in denial
I cannot hide
With a dream like sigh
What happens is this:
An inevitable kiss
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Revered
They had no clue who they were!
And it was intentional.
They had no say in their destiny!
And it was intentional.
They were used to entertain.
And for social programs
Monitored and maintained!
They were treated as if they had no brains...
And THAT was intentional!
Stripped of titles and resources.
And it was intentional.
Treated with disrespect and like work horses.
And it was intentional!
Then one day a shift occurs...
And this process from them purged.
A reversal of fortune takes root and grows!
The oppressed no longer depressed,
By this suppression once imposed.
And it IS intentional...
No one mentions them now revered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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991. Give Me The Pride Of Being Your Child.
You bestow
Some people with pride of having best parents.
Some with pride of inheriting immense wealth.
Some with pride of being born in high caste.
Some with pride of possessing an extraordinary talent.
Some with pride of controlling a great mass.
.....
For me, You denied all these.
I too don’t regret.
In fact, I thank You
For not having added all these
To my already taxing ego.
But, don’t deny Your uplifting love.
Give me only one pride.
The pride of being Your child!
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Questioned For Shallow Standards Kept
Willing one's adopted comprehension
Of what a prominence is on others to project
Is like any temporary state of an effective delusion
Until
That which is faked
Eventually loses a standing of credibility
Of that which supports the superficiality of it all
With all involved questioned for shallow standards kept
And attention to protect plagiarists and their obviousness
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Up And Disappeared
There has been a lot of listening missed,
That did not reach either your left...
Or right ear.
And I know there has been many attempts...
To reach you.
But you...
Refused to pay attention.
Since what was said you did not want to hear!
Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.
But the only thing your stubborn held fits,
Has not understood...'and' 'that' you've dismissed.
Any understanding those few were willing to give,
Has up and disappeared with no regret shown for it!
Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You're Going To The Ball At All
If you're going to the ball at all,
Be prepared to be the topic of the week.
And,
Be the one prepared to leave...
Jaws dropped.
And people awed.
If you want to be the one at the ball,
To set the record straight and hear the boos...
You boo back at the ones doing it to you.
'Cause you are too far out in space.
Too ahead of time and first place in the race.
And you're too much! Too soon...
Delivering a taste people have yet to crave.
And too amazing to be dismissed as the next rage.
If you're going to the ball at all,
Be prepared to be the topic of the week.
And,
Be the one prepared to leave...
Jaws dropped.
And people awed by your technique that will be copied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doubts, Fears And Obstacles
A daily routine,
Of a regimented and implemented discipline...
Done with a purpose and meaning meant,
Can and will cement a positive direction...
With a declining found that begins to erase,
Lamenting over revisited sentiments...
In one's mind that takes place on a daily basis.
And with a confirmation of affirmations stated,
Those doubts, fears and obstacles...
One accepted with belief,
Will fade away to permanently leave.
And a cheerful disposition one chooses to stay.
If...one decides,
To have it that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conceit
Conceit,
And the explicit unconsciousness of it.
Is not noticed by those seeking adulation.
They are on the scene,
To ensure others are aware of their presence.
And if a bullhorn used is not effective...
Methods to gain attention by insults expressed,
Is the only way they can leave long lasting impressions.
Even though nothing else is left addressed.
Like something valued with substance to profess.
But nothing from their lips,
Probes below a shallowness to expose that kind of 'depth'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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