When the Eyes Stay Fixed Upon It
Those sick in health,
And always with something negative to say,
About someone else...
Reflect the condition of their environment.
And represent others heard venting their views,
While focused on what people do, who they 'think' they are...
With a competing done in discussion about their ailments.
Is this a cynical comment?
No it is not.
This is a portrait depicting the consciousness,
Of a sleeping people.
Observed as is.
Although...it does seem to have animation,
When the eyes stay fixed upon it.
'You are right.
It does.
I wonder how that was done? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Condition Critical
Oh the tension's mounting
The pressure starts to show
All the men in haunting
Please don't let me go
(Don't go)
Try to free my body
(Don't go)
Try to strap me down
(Don't go)
These'll never break me
(Don't go)
Free wheel to look at me
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
The bells they are ringing
Or is it in my head
My nerves numb understanding
I'm falling out of bed
(Don't go)
So call it paranoia
(Don't go)
I don't see it that way
(Let's go)
You say I adore ya
(Hell no)
We're gonna rock they way
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Ooh ooh
Whips and chains
Don't feel no pain
What's so wrong
I think I'm going out of my head
Over heels
I can't feel
No pain, only pleasure
Get me out
Take me home
Can't you see my condition
Woo-woo-woo
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I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical (Cynical)
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Condition critical, critical
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song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Cynical Days
Another years gone by,
The worlds grown older,
Sometimes I heave a sigh,
People grow colder.
Every day I do my best to show,
I can make it in this world I know,
But all the bad thoughts that people bring,
My faith in human natures
Getting pretty thin.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through, these cynical days.
Another see through scheme,
People are shallow.
The dark nights closing in,
My dark thoughts follow.
I try and make my world a better place,
(my efforts seem in vain),
But Im competing in a human race,
(falling deeper down the drain),
That value things that just dont count,
Makes me wonder what its all about.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Cynical days.
Cynical days.
song performed by by Xtc
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The Expense Of Being Selective
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And the expense of being selective...
Is difficult if one is on a fixed income.
And so tiresome it becomes,
To have meaningless conversations...
With those who have chosen,
To stay mentally limited.
And threatened they are by anyone,
Who possesses a thought process.
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And a stretching of an imagination,
A painful undertaking whenever it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scratched And Muddied
I have often heard it said to me,
I should not base my negative opinion...
On what a few nasty people have said to me,
Or about me and to others who have accepted...
Those comments made intentionally.
Especially those made over the many years,
And at my expense directed.
And usually someone will come along,
With eyes beaming bright unaware of the history...
Who will say,
'People are like that all over the place.
You should not take what people do to you personally.'
And I look down at my feet.
And at the shoes I wear.
With this comment I will make...
'How often have you worn my shoes?
And when was the last time you shined them,
When they became scratched and muddied? '
Then I leave cordially.
I dislike it when someone associates me,
With the killing of their fresh and glowing enthusiasm.
I like to keep my 'veteran' status undetectable.
And for as long as possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Doctors’ Day,2008
All doctors are not demi-gods;
No doctor is miraculous;
All doctors are human beings,
Who help the sick and try to cure.
But doctors deal with human lives;
The profession’s noblest of all;
The Healer is Almighty God;
The doctor is His instrument.
The world is rife with ailments new;
The doctor strives his best to cure;
The doctor lessens suffering;
The miracles are done by God.
Yet, newer therapies have come;
The future for patients is bright;
Let people be more health-aware,
And live lives longer happily.
‘A Happy Doctors’ Day, ’08! ’
Pray God gives cures for more ailments;
The body’s, mind’s health stands foremost;
The doctor is like you, human.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-1-2008
poem by John Celes
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Self Inflicted Issues
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Day A Dawning Will Come
Is there a limit you will not go beyond,
In regards to offending others?
'Look around you.
Show me just 'one' person that is appalled,
By what they hear or see.
There has been absolutely nothing,
I have ever said that did not represent...
What was observed.'
Then why do you think people become offended,
When the obvious is mentioned?
'Have you heard of 'them' and 'they' before?
Those are the ones always blamed.
Facing the facts,
Has not been introduced to their life experience yet.
You can see a cloudy cover still over their eyes.
One day a dawning will come and they will brighten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick of…
Sick of the world
Sick of people acting like my friend
Sick of people talking behind my back
Sick of people playing games
Sick of people using me
Sick of worrying
Sick of fighting
Sick of being here
Sick of everything
poem by Tiffany Johnson
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The Composition Of An Atmosphere
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
These questions and more can be observed and explored,
Just taking a casual walk around one's environment.
What is important to some and not to others,
Can be debated in prolonged arguments.
But what exists and obviously sits as seen...
Many will claim not to notice it at all.
While others seek escapes from it,
To claim to have no interest if not entertained.
Although what effects the entire environment...
The majority will see no connection as it affects,
The composition of an atmosphere and its entirety!
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
Well...
That depends on what side of the street,
One has a preference and chooses to walk on.
'Why should I care about what's going on over there?
I'm not getting paid to do it.
And if I do...
I 'may' attempt to get others involved.
That would be my civic duty to then express my concerns.
I am focused on that which is specific and exclusive,
To the enhancement of my own interests.
Which I 'hope' I am making apparent.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diamond
OK, be cynical – say,
why, it’s only a piece of dead wood
that found itself trapped when
the earth’s crust heaved a sigh…
be cynical - say,
it didn’t ask for you to
dig it up - buried there
recovering from the shock…
be cynical - say,
anyway, it looked like a pebble then
until a man so cleverly polished it..
be cynical – say,
it’s nothing of itself – all it does
is to reflect the light that’s always all around..
be cynical – say,
we’d only value it as a piece of glass,
if smart guys didn’t fix it for them to seem rare,
and silly girls say, look, it proves he loves me…
now just look at this diamond..
what use is your mind
when your eye and your heart
get on so well without it?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sickness is but a word!
Sickness is spreading,
People need a cure!
Will people survive,
We are not so sure!
People crying,
People dying,
People trying,
To stay alive!
People saving,
people helping,
People praying,
No need to shimmer and shive!
Please pray for all the sick people out there,
they need every prayer!
Don't let let any sickness,
grow into a slayer!
In the end....
Sickness in but a word,
Fearing it is absurd! !
(Please tell everyone to read this poem, it is very important to pray for sick people, who knows maybe someone you love is one of them, Nomatter what your religion is, Just pray for God to help! !)
poem by Kuji soliman
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Fictitiousness
A creation to celebrate holidays,
To worship in praise a fictitiousness...
Symbolized with images raised.
Is immediately given focused attention.
With a giving of days to emulate a cherished pride
However...
Heated debates to end disparaties,
And hatred on a daily basis...
Affecting people with such atrocities,
Are not prioritized as a humanistic need...
To end them with an immediacy that is eminent.
But an animation of talking rodents,
Doing their best to survive...
Will not leave a dry eye to eventually cry as if,
A touching of an emotion...
Has come to affect their consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seek Me Much Deeper People
You've got to seek Me,
Within yourselves...
Deep,
People.
Beneath that shallowness,
You wish to keep...
Hidden and discreet!
You've got to seek Me,
Much deeper...
People.
If you wish to receive,
A clarity that's reaped.
One I can give.
To fulfill your needs.
You've got to open wide those squinting eyes.
To enable Me to recognize...
Those proclaiming to have God inside,
Of them residing.
You've got to open wide,
Those half shut eyes.
With a removal of those layers,
Deceiving yourselves...
As if kept as a prize.
I am often surprised and bewildered 'Why'?
You've got to seek Me,
Much deeper...
People.
If you wish to receive,
A clarity that's reaped.
One I can give.
To fulfill your needs.
You've got to seek Me,
Within yourselves...
Deep,
People.
Beneath that shallowness,
You wish to keep...
Hidden and discreet!
You've got to,
Keep your faith and just believe.
With that God side residing inside.
Stay away from fantasies.
With a keeping of those eyes,
Fixed on Me!
Keep your faith and just believe.
With that God side residing inside.
With a keeping of those eyes,
Fixed on Me!
People.
You've got to seek Me,
Within yourselves...
Deep,
People.
Beneath that shallowness,
You wish to keep...
Hidden and discreet!
You've got to seek Me,
Much deeper...
People.
If you wish to receive,
A clarity that's reaped.
One I can give.
To fulfill your needs.
'Who is it that you seek and repeat those words? '
Him or Her...
The Omnipresent,
The All Knowing!
Who's blessings surround us,
With a showing.
'OH?
And what religion does He or Her,
Represent? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here, the broader issues are already familiar, and discussion has focused at a more sophisticated and detailed level. Within the philosophy of mind, the problem of consciousness is no big news.
quote by David Chalmers
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Confused
'Mrs. Poppington...
If they are derelict in performing their duties
As elected officials
And they represent their contituents,
Who placed them in office
To conduct the protection
And goodwill of the people...
Why are nearly most of them incompetent?
And all of them lawbreakers? '
They are 'not' incompetent, Jimmie!
As you stated...
They represent their contituency!
They reflect those who put them in those positions!
And...
Let me make this clear.
You can not 'break' something you make.
It is 'recreated' to reflect change!
That's called 'addendum'.
'OH!
So...
Does that mean when you tell us not to cheat
On tests,
You really mean the opposite?
You want us to find a more creative way to do it?
And it's okay when Billy 'addendumizes' my work,
When you leave the classroom?
I'm confused! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust Without Doubt
Though in their views on life and on people not many do share
Those who trust without doubt have a gift that is rare
Doubting Thomases like me you will find everywhere
There are millions if not billions in the big World out there
To trust without Doubt is a wonderful thing
And the praises of those with such a gift I feel obliged to sing
Far too many cynical people like me
Who even doubt what their eyes tell them they do see
People who trust without doubt one does not meet every day
They are an endangered species as some like to say
The Human World is a beautiful World in their eyes
Though many do see them as gullible and unwise
Still their's is a great gift those who trust without doubt
Though one may say of them there's not many about.
poem by Francis Duggan
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That Is Seldom Expressed
There is a huge difference between,
Expressing one's concern...
And fostering negativity.
Comments such as:
'Hang in there! '
Expresses a stagnant,
And limited movement.
With the chances of little to accomplish!
But to swing back and forth,
From a position fixed.
'Stay optimistic! '
As if one isn't.
So to belabor this point,
Confirms one should not make attempts.
Like a dog chasing its own tail.
Hoping one day to discover it is attached.
'Be Positive! '
This comment generally comes from someone,
Who initiates the question,
'How are you doing? '
And no matter how jovial the response,
Or blatant good feelings observed...
Someone will interpret this,
As being insincere.
And that happens on many occasions.
And my all time favorite...
'It can always be worse! '
Now...
This implies that the person
Should not stop trying to make things,
As negative as possible!
In fact...
The moment this is expressed,
Visions of one's dilemma...
Are targeted on becoming worse.
Or getting as close to it as possible.
And one should seek to accomplish,
Seeking to be at the bottom of a pit!
How can this be handled?
Be grateful and appreciate your blessings...
At 'all' times.
No matter how full your cup overfloweth.
Feel it!
No one has to know it.
And 'that' is seldom expressed!
Remember...
Happiness and peace of mind,
Are envied.
People can not accept,
They can live without regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A View To Complete And Realize
Following those paths,
That ultimately lead to oblivion...
Is something done some people do,
As if this was their custom...
With a doing of it.
To prove they exist to initiate chaos,
And confusion.
Those not learning,
From their own repeated experiences...
Should not be admonished for expressing ignorance.
There are those with fatalistic ambitions,
Who are rarely found sitting in seats of leadership...
That seek,
At the expense of others...
A view to complete and realize their sick sadistic wishes.
And like sheep,
The people allow these people with charisma...
To follow.
Believing them to represent their interests the best.
And they 'do' represent...
Their overwhelming lack of concern,
As best as they possibly can present it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Position Of The Careprovider
Neglecting one's own health,
Is not intentionally done...
When one is focused upon,
Being there for others.
And caring for themselves,
Is not a priority that comes.
In fact...
People are often quite stunned,
When it is revealed someone like this...
Becomes the one sick and needing attention.
Since those who take a position of the careprovider,
Are most often themselves the ones neglected.
'They said not one thing about feeling ill.
Or needing assistance.'
To whom would they tell?
And who would think of their sickness,
As being 'that' serious?
'The last time I saw them,
They appeared to be in perfect health.'
Oh?
And when was that?
'It was recently.
Maybe two or three years ago now.
And I am closer to them than a relative.'
Perhaps that explains their reluctance,
To say anything to anyone.
With an eliminating of the gossip,
And concentrating on a healing...
That can be quicker done.
Without rumors of a false diagnosis.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Keep Focused
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I keep focused!
And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.
And I try...
To stay focused.
Yes I try...
To stay focused.
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.
With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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