With Beliefs They Are Entitled
When one is young and alone.
And survives in environments,
Not previously known...
One learns to observe,
With a keener consciousness.
Those who have not had this experience,
Are subjected not to take their lives as serious.
And...
They are not that observant.
Although express wishes to be entertained.
With beliefs they are entitled...
To what they did not earn.
With demands commanded,
To get that which is believed they deserve.
And with a narcissistic nerve,
Believe their wants and needs...
To be delivered at the expense,
Paid by someone else...
Who provides to them the serving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dividends Returned
You deserve, earn and get...
The dividends returned,
From your wise investment.
Treat me,
Like I am your treat to eat.
Like a burst of flavor quinching your thirst!
And I will provide the motivation encouraged...
To flourish undisturbed,
The nourishment from you that purges.
Speak to me in unregretted respect.
And you will never regret...
Or need to worry what from me comes next!
For you I will be direct and uncomplexed.
To leave you never to wonder,
If I have delivered to you my best.
You deserve, earn and get...
The dividends returned,
From your wise investment.
I will give for you to see...
Only evidence believed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chubby Mugs
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is endearing!
And to do this and feel entitled?
Clearly mentally and physically,
Handicapped...
Are these folks who do that.
Although those who choose,
To be politcally correct...
May become upset by others expressing,
Their direct assessments.
That seem harsh and openly stated,
With a degree of disrespect.
However,
The ones with their chubby mugs...
Are offensive to the eyes.
As well as to those who are health consciously wise.
If people are adding pounds their bodies don't need,
Who pays for this...
Ultimately?
You and me.
We have to step aside to have these FAT folks,
Accomodated unnecessarily!
And there are already enough excuses made,
To raise and pocket taxes!
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is something to be endeared?
And to do this and be entitled too?
At 'my' expense?
As if looking like a bloated float,
Is something to prove?
With a diminishing of what I value?
And that is my good sense...
I had to experience with my 'own' ignorance?
I simply do not think so!
Living waddling like this,
Is not the right way to go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Day And Age
A dog that has no heart
A dog that shows no heart
This day and age
That dog will have his day.
The ones who take your money
The faceless and the cunning. This day and age
We're all such easy prey.
They aren't worth the money that they earn
They don't deserve the money that they earn.
You fit the demographic
If cash burns a hole in your pocket.
This day and age the con men Have it made.
Dollar (5x)
Check the flavor hear me holler.
This day and age
Respect is what you're paid.
They aren't worth the money that they earn
They don't deserve the money that they earn.
Hey
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Yours Truly
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An Honest Self Examination
I am not one to assess another's flaws,
With wishes they perceive my view of life.
I can not say who should rid themselves of them,
To correct themselves to make things for them right.
An honest self examination that self assesses,
Delivers to one an insight.
And if one lives in fear of honesty...
Any heard believed is a critique of their beliefs,
Does not bring them peace of mind...
But keeps them in a state that makes them uptight.
And I have rescued myself from being judge and jury.
I possess an insight that was not achieved overnight.
And I am going to feel blessed.
I can not feel I've been delivered with abilities to assess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walking Across Blazing Hot Coals
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
Even making attempts to do it...
They will immediately threaten to burn their season passes,
To a local amusement park that employs most of them.
Try to confront people like this with the telling of the truth,
And everything they have ever known...
They will reduce to rubble to leave chaos and trouble,
With demands to have their fantasies left intact.
As well as their biases against others from which they thieve.
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
And promised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lofty Ambitions
I do the best I can to avoid confrontation.
Especially in environments in which disrespect,
Has become a sport.
And people are entertained,
By slandering others.
As if to do so gains an appeal,
To the quality of life love by those...
Who thrive on aggitation.
Even answering one's telephone,
May put one on the defense.
Sometimes being cordial,
Welcomes a misunderstanding!
And wanting to exchange pleasantries...
Turns into someone being upset,
Because you wish not to spend your time...
Swimming with them,
Through pools of solicited gossip.
'What's wrong with you?
Why you so 'bland'? '
~I'm just spending a quiet time home alone,
Enjoying my peace and relaxing! ~
'Well, you just do that then!
Maybe next time,
I'll catch you in a better mood.'
I do the best I can to avoid confrontation.
Especially in environments in which disrespect,
Has become a sport.
And people are entertained,
By slandering others.
As if to do so gains an appeal,
To the quality of life love by those...
Who thrive on aggitation.
And all that is desired,
Is a mutual exchange that benefits...
An uplifting of consciousness.
Yes...
I've been accused of having lofty ambitions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyone's entitled to express their political beliefs. I don't presume to tell anybody who to vote for. I am comfortable telling people what my opinions are.
quote by Ben Affleck
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intolerant society
We are becoming intolerant society
This development is added with new variety
Who is to be blamed for all lawlessness environments?
What type of pet or good words we deserve as comments
Youth is committed to bring glory
We feel guilty with shame and express sorry
Why is the woman athlete subjected to cruel behavior?
Who is coming forward to act as saviors?
We have become aggressive and less tolerant
In fact we are limiting self by remaining ignorant
There is nothing as such in life to get irritated
It is human mind that stands totally subjected
What does it take into account?
The overall prosperity and progress to count
Not by self but by fellow man or neighbor
This leads to imbalance and creates place for ideas to harbor
The religious thoughts, high rate of illiteracy also matter
The wealth accumulation and job opportunities increase or shatter
It is dangerous to leave in place where divide is so high
You may have full liberty but can’t have enough space to fly
Such things do prevail in all the circumstances
We can cite number of instances
Still with strong resolve the gap can be narrowed down
The faults and lapses can be avoided and owned
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Everybody's entitled to think whatever they want and to express that, but my personal day-to-day experience does not come into contact with any of those people.
Bumps and Bruises
If one wishes to build a home,
But does not command the expertise...
An architect is consulted.
If expenses are there.
And a success one seeks...
Has a better chance,
To achieve completion!
Although one may decide,
To do everything that needs to be done.
The process is much slower.
But a wealth of knowledge is obtained!
If one without experience wishes to drive,
Lessons are learned...
And if one survives through impatience,
That wish to drive is a dream that comes alive.
However,
If one wants to write, skydive or fly a kite...
That has to be done.
Although I admit,
There are some lessons that may come.
Like having an accident...
Makes one a better driver, a skydiver or a kite flyer!
If one survives the humiliation,
Of those observing attempts made of one,
Not yet at one's best!
And one is not yet attempting to win first place,
Upon entering one's initial race or contest!
And getting better at it will come,
If desire over-rides any criticisms heard!
To allow feelings to mend.
Once bandages are removed!
And 'that' experience one needs then begins!
With some bumps and bruises remembered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love of Barmaids
How wonderful they are
Those sweet ladies behind the bar
Providers of that nectar
The sweet, sweet beer
They listen to the drunks
And put up with every quip
I actually admire them
For all the stick they take
Little paid and over worked
They deserve my praise
Although I never left a tip
Perhaps much to my shame
Or limited funds required
To get another drink
And remain entertained
By those lovely barmaids
The bring me beer
And listen to me talk
What more could I ask
A service I applaud
So I thank each one
As beautiful as they are
For serving and listening
To my incoherent ramblings
A love of barmaids
Is more than deserving
And her I am now
Thanking
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Narrowed
So much I want to see you grow.
But not with a holding onto your hand.
Some folks hold on much too long.
To discover,
No one accepts, comprehends OR understands...
Nothing around them.
Although feel entitled to make demands.
They do.
Without making a movement from where they stand.
This is true.
And where they stand is on changing land.
With a movement too.
Land that changes,
No matter who stands making demands to command.
And...
So many refuse to observe a wider view.
And they choose to keep visions,
Narrowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Signs of Turning Around
Many are discovering their thoughts and beliefs...
Have been totally prefabricated,
To sustain delusion based fantasies.
And entertained for humor purposes...
By those creating their own opportunities.
And doing this successfully...
With the power of deceit.
And the teasing of greed.
Shocked and dismayed by the truth that is.
Some have never experience...
The value of reality.
Or an honesty known...
Shown by one who around them lives.
And this economic meltdown...
Has no signs of turning around at all.
Even those who pray with faith...
They will be saved.
With a hope that these days,
From them will be erased.
Are in for a traumatic wakeup call!
When they realize their entire lives...
Have been fantasized and faked!
To keep them blinded,
For an eventual downfall!
'That's pure BS and utter nonsense! '
Is it?
When was the last time Minnie or Mickey Mouse..
Paid 'you' a visit?
And you have sat with empty pockets,
To ensure your children sit quietly...
To pay attention to animated animals speak,
And teach intelligently
About the aspects of human life.
Either at the movies or in front of a TV!
'That's entirely different! '
IS IT?
Then why is truth so feared?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My conscience is clear.
She seemed wide eyed and innocent.
The answer to a young mans dreams.
They seemed to meet by accident.
But things aren't always as they seem.
She planned their meeting carefully.
Paid great attention to detail.
She was as sure as she could be.
There was no way her plan could fail.
She was quite certain she could count
On access to his bank account.
At least to use his credit card.
To earn herself a nice reward.
He too was certain of success.
He knew that he was penniless
And planned to take her for a ride.
Instead of making her his bride.
Two con artists head to head.
There's little more that can be said.
There was no chance they could foresee.
their plans would fail: Inevitably..
She looked wide eyed and innocent.
He seemed to be a gentleman.
Though both were overconfident.
they couldn't fail. Fate had other plans.
Although they were prepared to cheat.
To demonstrate their competence
But did not know the must compete
to win the others confidence.
She was convinced she had him fooled.
He was quite certain he would win.
But fate stepped in and overruled.
Their well laid plans to their chagrin.
They both left town quite suddenly.
And left their unpaid bills behind.
Along with sundry property.
Which by default I claimed as mine.
I made a profit from their sale.
Which more than covered my expense.
For me to win they had to fail.
A matter of expedience..
I lost much less than what I gained.
Enjoyed the whole experience.
Which keeps my close friends entertained.
I feel no need for penitence.
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You Will Get What's Coming
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
You and I may have grown,
With similar capabilities.
But being conscious of doing anything to me
Seems to have affected your beliefs,
You can do to me and go unscathed.
There is not one inhabitant on or 'of' this Earth,
That does a misdeed to another
That will not 'one day' become victimized,
By what has been done!
You may have had your fun
Believing what you did to have done,
To lie and deceive like many 'choose' to perceive
They also can do,
And not be repaid for those efforts.
There is no hiding away to convince others,
You have no clue why someone else does
What they do to you,
And 'you' are innocently treated
As a culprit who has initiated an action,
That has been mistakened.
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
And folks like you who declare not to know,
Why others do to you what they do
Will eventually expose yourselves.
Physically, mentally
However Mother Nature chooses to do it to you.
You will get what's coming.
And at a price you can afford.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breakthrough
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish we all had invested,
Our priorities in uplifting all humanity.
To realize the true wealth we have...
Is not in the value placed on 'things'.
But who we are as human beings.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish one day we all should awaken...
To witness pieces released from us,
That kept us in limitation debating a fate.
And with eyes opened,
There was a feeling of escape.
A breakthrough we knew we could not forsake.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
But then again...
I do remember,
How long it took for the deceit I sought...
To leave me...to see what it is to be clearly seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proper And/Or Acceptible Public Etiquette!
I try to release from my consciousness,
Those painful images fixed...
We all can say we survived,
But still live with.
And the only time I am reminded I have them...
Is when someone says,
I should raise and not lower my head...
To quicker dry those tears I cry!
And to wear a smile on my face instead.
With no clue...
Or point of reference,
From which I feel such depth!
Coming as it does...
When it happens,
Delivered from my point of view.
And I do my best not to express...
That these are 'my' heartfelt agonies.
When upon me,
They choose to come to visit!
And not one moment am I in thought...
With wishes to entertain,
Proper and/or acceptible public etiquette!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deserve
They got money, they got sun
They look like theyre havin fun
Dont it seem its so unfair
They know something you dont know
Theyve got a better place to go
Theyre thin and rich and they dont care
We get the dreams that we deserve
The magazines that we deserve
Page one and three that we deserve
The joy and the pain that we deserve
The sun and the rain that we deserve
The material gain that we deserve
We get what we deserve
They got tension, they got stress
They got their lives in the press
The whole world stares as they undress
Sold their friends to get ahead
They do therapy instead
Theyve got demons in their bed
We get the toys that we deserve
The quiet and the noise that we deserve
The girls and the boys that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
We get the seas that we deserve
The flowers and the trees that we deserve
The spores on the breeze that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
You deserve
We get what we deserve
We deserve
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