Unwittingly Installed
There is a concerted effort directed,
To decrease the influence of integrity.
With an undoing to proceed,
In a thoughtless blindedness...
Collectively heeded!
To affect the best interest of those,
Who have chosen to pursue progress.
However...
This aspect to manifest a control,
To dilute the ambitions of those bold...
And courageous.
Has lead those who follow...
Down a deadend road with pride,
Although without a consciousness.
This process has left those with turned up noses,
Posing shocked against brick walls and closed doors...
They themselves unwittingly installed.
Enclosing them within...
An 'all for one' fall!
Leaving the participants without a defense,
To explain such a senselessness.
And...
One that clearly has 'stupidity' written,
All over it as if graffitti...
From the onset of its beginnings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
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Not Only Will This Be A Need
There is a certain need coming,
To be less thoughtless...
In our assessments expressed,
That affect feelings of others.
There is a consciousness that is shared.
And an unawareness of this is known by many.
But those days are soon to be gone.
With a 'dawning' within us all.
As if a light has been turned on!
And,
Whatever it is we send out to say...
Will boomerang to find its way back to us.
Maybe within minutes.
Maybe within hours.
Or perhaps in days.
There is a certain need coming,
To be less thoughtless...
In our assessments expressed,
That affect feelings of others.
And not only will this be a need.
It will be a wish desired.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through This Slow Involving Process
I've known of sacrifice and limitation,
Most of my life.
I've observed those with wealth,
Drive through my neighborhood.
With noses turned up,
And windows closed tight.
I've walked amongst the rich downtown,
Holding their heads down as I passed.
Or sniff their noses as if I smelled of trash.
They wanted me to notice,
How insignificant they wanted me to feel.
Beneath them.
I never thought I would see a day...
Shine so brightly as these days today.
Times change and forgiveness occurs.
A growth process takes place.
A radiance of faith and hope,
Sparkles within the eyes of so many.
I'm not too quick to forget,
Someone spitting in my face.
Or being disgraced by unfaithful mates.
Or having my name slandered...
All over the place,
By those delighting in character assassinations.
But...
I'm 'trying' to forgive!
However...
I 'am' reminded,
The process of higher consciousness has begun taking affect.
And since I've been 'accused' of being intelligent...
What has happened in my past I 'should' forget!
As if I live my life emotionless.
Empty and free of a feeling to feel!
'Oh do I have some news for some folks.
I am not provoked without storing that away,
In my memory file entitled, 'Things To Address'
But I express my feelings like this...
Seriously.
'I am 'still' a work-in-progress!
And I am doing my very best...
Not to feel sheer joy and happiness,
When someone gets a 'payback'...
Received from a time when they did not mind,
Causing me much duress, anger and bitterness to digest.
And from this...
I am hoping to heal.
Through this slow involving process,
Without expressing too much laughter! '
God 'Is' so good all the time...
Aint He?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defense mechanism
Pain has been installed.
Fear has been installed.
Anger has been installed.
Tear has been installed
Keep them for your defense.
03.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stupid Is As Stupid Does
Oh yes!
I agree.
Stupid is as stupid does.
And...
I want to prove with an enhancement,
That my earned and valued stupidity...
Is a gift that has arisen to awe.
Leaving my flawed stupidity...
As a recognizable trait,
With no escaping from its existence.
And boasting with a flaunting of it,
I will.
Since this is an aspect of my pride.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where You Lead
(Carole King/Toni Stern)
Wanting you the way I do
I only want to be with you
And I would go
To the ends of the earth
Cause, darling
To me thats what
Youre worth
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead
If youre out on the road
Feeling lonely, and so cold
All you have to do is call my name
And Ill be there on the next train
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead
I always wanted a real home
With flowers in the window sill
But if you want to live in New York City
Honey, you know I will
I never thought I could get satisfaction
From just one man
If anyone can keep me happy
Youre the one who can
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need to be with you
I will follow
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need to be with you
I will follow where you lead
Oh, yes I will
Oh, Im gonna follow where you lead
Im gonna follow where you lead
Oh, Im gonna follow where you lead
I will follow
I will follow
Oh, yes I will
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Mindset Changes
Hired to protect the inhabitants,
And keep secure their wealth and prosperity...
They hid ambitions for more excessiveness,
To feed overwhelming egos.
Sedating those on promises never fulfilled.
Those ideals were killed!
To bilk for themselves...
Resources of everyone else,
In a pattern to deflect intentions!
Luxury and opulence,
Lead to forces of destruction.
This way of life lost meaning and function.
And a wasted integrity once esteemed!
Leaving battles of defense
To restore common sense,
Crumbling from the addiction of greed...
In backyards of their own in need!
Left in disarray.
And those who recommended
This outlook to maintain a pride in values,
Thought desired by all of mankind...
Now find they have been hoodwinked,
By the ones they believed would succeed
In providing security for all...
Without the urgent call,
For sweeping mindset changes!
And a total overhaul of beliefs.
Hopefully...
Quietly addressed at the next town meeting!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunting Others Too Numb
An effective mental projectedness...
Blankets to affect,
An accepted incorrectness.
People have selected,
For themselves...
To remain sheltered and not to detect.
An erosion suspected of a comprehension,
Elected.
Many wish to reject!
But its value is enforced...
With an engrossing blindedness.
Shuddering those to stutter...
And stunting others too numb.
Leaving some in opposition,
Deaf and dumb!
And the only ones left to overcome,
What is being to them done!
Completing a sustained intentional process...
To maintain a contamination,
With a controlled human devastation!
Removing an ability to think from everyone.
And such is the life...
Of anyone clinging onto truth.
Realizing today,
That holding firm in an earnest honesty...
Is a desperation a few can see and stuns!
And these are not the times to unwind from it.
This madness unimagined has just begun!
Shivering the quivers with no where to run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpreted As Conformity
In those slower days,
A dependable pace was kept.
And met on a regular basis,
With certainty.
When one could almost guarantee,
What those events would be tomorrow.
But those yesterdays with their tomorrows gone,
Are never coming back to keep pretentions intact...
For those to flaunt their upturned noses.
No!
Today the change amongst us is more of the mind.
Information collected is at a much faster pace.
Leaving behind those of a limited thought process,
Seeking to maintain control as once digested to accept...
Over that which has already been erased as outdated,
By those choosing truth as a preference to manifest.
Instead of ignorance as a choice to interpret as conformity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Directed Evil Is Expected To Be Feared
What is baffling about this whole process,
Is the time spent listening to those complain...
That the ones they have chosen to despise,
And selected to be their opponents...
Are not playing fair.
And have taken their positions as victims...
To levels that benefit them to an advantage.
They actually seem to mock those who pride their hatred.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
Why can't those who have been selected to be despised,
Just go away and coil in despair?
But no!
They seem to be relishing in the idea of it.
And have chosen instead,
To traumatize the very ones...
Who are doing their best,
To perfect their hatred against them.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Closed Doors
Written by new order
There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes
At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyones asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesnt wanna keep
Behind closed doors
Theyre in retreat
I dont know what makes me stay
The city life just aint the same
Theres something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
Theres no hope
No one to trust
I cant cope
Its obvious
Please dont take my drugs away
Im gonna give them up someday
There is a place somewhere
That I could call a home
Id live without a care
Id never be alone
One day I will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors
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Is There Anyone Left
He has clearly shown his point of view of this process.
He believes it is ridiculous!
And if he doesn't...
He is exposing a decision making aspect of his personality,
To not only be flawed...
But crazed.
And he represents their standards and values?
And he is praised as a leader?
Is there anyone left admitting they have consciousness?
Who is it that still wonders,
If it really makes a difference who leads?
And out of what...
Are those who follow behind being led away from?
And to 'where' will they find themselves awakened,
To welcome an overcoming of such magnificent ignorance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertained With Ideals to Match
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Those who have dealt with the reality of things...
Have seemed the most disrespected,
For professing the obvious.
While those deluded,
Have always been detached.
Preferring to be entertained with ideals to match.
The mavericks and the nonconformists,
Have long lived lives referred to as fools.
And few of them seem saddened...
To have been separated with a peace of mind,
For them that soothes.
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Although I do wish,
They someday will find solutions...
For their mental conflicts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed
Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.
And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!
And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.
Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.
The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Public and Meaningful Action
If years have been spent investing in garbage.
And the nurturing of it has been conscious.
Why are there complaints from anyone,
That the reeking smell of it.
Has begun to affect their health?
So petitions are drawn,
To solicit authorized and professional help.
With a wish to get to the bottom,
Of their afflictions
And although they have been warned,
About the planting of Poison Ivy.
Those warnings were ignored.
Because those who adored.
The look of it surrounding their brick homes,
Dangling from windows and framing their doors.
Could not connect their severe itching,
To their unwillingness to listen.
'Excuse me?
There is nothing wrong with my thought process.
I have suffered like this from allergies for years.
You don't know me to talk to me like that.
I can get another doctor.
One more interested in treating my ailments.
Than one trying to tell me something's wrong with my mind.'
And upset with the responses they individually get.
They collectively decide the hiring of high priced lawyers,
To represernt their interests.
Shows them unified,
Together with a purpose meant.
To take a more public and meaningful action,
That addresses their major concerns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Purposely Offend Them And Hurt Their Feelings
Those who use tired and old tactics,
To build up defenses...
With others sympathetic to their pretenses,
Run into the same brick walls.
And...
The walls are not new or recently installed.
Those repeatedly running into them,
Are convinced...
And insist,
They have been placed there...
To purposely offend them and hurt their feelings.
With no intention meant,
To self examine their own actions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regardless If The Act Of It Is Avoidable
They don't want,
THAT direction!
They want THEIR direction.
Even though it has been shown,
Their direction
Has long been eroding.
And the installation of a brick wall,
Erected with warnings of consequences
Is beginning to chip,
From their constant banging against it.
A collective stubornness insisted
Goes unheeded.
And no matter what anyone says,
About a the wall protecting them
From a fall over a cliff
They have chosen to rise against,
The presence of qualified leadership
To bulldoze their way,
Right through it!
And the moral of this?
If there is any morality left,
Significant in this decaying existence.
Whatever is said to those who don't listen,
Through the cracks many will fall.
Screaming for help,
From those they claimed appalled.
And always there are those,
Pointing their fingers at others
To accuse and blame,
For dilemmas they keep
To protect their ignorance even as they weep.
With a desire to prove
Their heads are thicker,
Than any installed wall.
Or the steep deepness of their fall.
Regardless if the act of it,
Is avoidable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Process Isn't As Simple
I find it pointless,
To discuss how a process is done...
And takes place,
To anyone who has not expressed...
Just more of an interest.
If anyone has never been on stage to act.
Or has picked up a pen or a pencil,
To write...
Generating that kind of motivation in one's head...
Is to me like asking,
What does it take to lay an egg?
There is 'nothing' here to work with.
Neither is the person asking this queston a hen...
WITH a pencil OR a pen.
Nor has any attempts been made...
To lay that egg!
I am one of those people,
Who has to see some effort being achieved!
Especially if my assistance is requested.
The process isn't as simple,
As that hen may make it look!
'How is the rooster involved in all of this? '
Trust me.
Once you 'really' get a bonafide interest...?
You will begin the process of research,
On your own.
That 'desire' will be there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith and Hope
Some brick walls are easier to penetrate.
And that depends on when they were cemented.
The thickness.
And the chipping done,
Has to be taken into consideration.
Knowing that one's patience,
Still has to be applied.
And there is no going around it.
No matter how hard one tries.
One can choose to flee.
Or proceed to chip away quick.
Or begin this process slowly.
Just do what needs to be done.
There are obstacles to rid.
Faced by everyone.
Those who cope...
Realize the value place in faith and hope.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simply known
Person is not simply known as bold
He may have considerable influence to hold
Nothing may stop him from dashing against wall
Respond positively to any crisis or earnest call
Young age is ripe to cultivate such habits
We have seen the clear win even for rabbits
What has really helped to prove as bold and courageous?
Will power to do or perform and maintain it as continuous
We may remain overconfident sometimes
That may lead to sudden fall with down face
It may cause injury and sometimes grave one
This must be kept in mind and borne
Person may feel puzzled after performing feat
He may loose nerves and sometimes sweat
It is not done in haste but with some calculation
Courage and boldness has got in built relation
It comes with the nature and linked with circumstances
Person may retaliate if ridden with worry and looks tense
This has nothing to do with boldness
But it performed with sheer coldness
Every individual is gifted with this quality
It will not be influenced by his ability
It will be performed when nothing is left with as option
He may then precede it without any interruption
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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