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You Reflect the Neglect That Is Available

If you are not showing you have integrity.
Why are you expecting to have bestowed respect?
Especially from those you believe should think of you,
As a priority in 'their' lives.
You must be on 'crack' or something cheaper that addicts.
If you are walking around thinking that,
And believing it!

Some folks are raised with perceptions,
They own the Earth and they are center of this Universe.
And deceiving with dishonesty...
To cheat and lie is how it should be!
No one has to look for that to see the evidence.
It can smother observations.
Already it pollutes the air.

Some live their lives as if one continuous joke!
And perhaps for them it is.
Since nothing they do is taken seriously.
They are in constant denial.
Although seek a freedom to sit back and ask for handouts.
Not 'all'...
But many are taught to praise their laziness.
And quote from scriptures to convince...
They are going to inherit something from God.
In some 'afterlife'!
If they remain meek and on their knees!

Smoozed, deluded and crazed!
And they defend this way of life.

If you are not showing you have integrity.
Why are you expecting to have bestowed respect?
Especially from those you believe should think of you,
As a priority in 'their' lives.
You must be on 'crack' or something cheaper that addicts.
If you are walking around thinking that,
And believing it!

You reflect the neglect that is available...
If someone chooses to indulge in the offerings.
That's all!
Nothing more.
Unless you protect,
What you have yet to show!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overwhelmingly Magnetic

So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.

They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.

A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.

And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.

'Are you jealous? '

Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.

'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None of Them Have Men In Their Lives

None of them have men in their lives.
The boys that were raised...
Stayed boys.
Encouraged to do what boys do.
To go outside and play.
Games they would do all day.

None of them have men in their lives.
They were taught to criticize the ones that tried.
They would mock their attempts.
To convince the efforts made...
Were not up to par.
And less than grade A.
Leaving children to be raised by women...
To degrade any man that came their way!

None of them have men in their lives.
Because they do not recognize what one is.
They seek an image...
Portrayed by society.
And they wait for society to create for them...
Men that society has diminished,
With false images.

And none of them will ever find,
A man who can duck bullets and flies!
Or escape criticism...
For the things he does and tries.
There will never be a man,
To be who he is in their eyes.
They have all been lied to!
And that's why...
None of them have men in their lives!

Not even the boys who too seek men...
To show the women they have found at least one.
One that had a mind...
And did no prison time!
Or played games,
Like boys who grow up to look like men do!

None of them have men in their lives.
Since the ones who know they are,
Men.
Have chosen not to have anything to do with them.
Believing they are just as rare as true women.
So...
They fly alone solo!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ivy Leaguers Who Cheat

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?

Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.

Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
Reflect...
A people who've been taught,
To feed greed.

And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter How Many Apologies Come

A breached integrity is difficult to mend.
Any outreaching extended,
Doesn't heal but offends.

A conscious intention is known for what it is.
No one who says they respect someone,
Will protect themselves...
With a lie that's done.
That's a breach of one's integrity.
No matter how many apologies come.

And for anyone who says that is being sensitive,
Have no respect or integrity to offer.
And surely none there to be known as it is to give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dishonesty Is Given To Get And Taken

Too many are dishonest.
And living amongst themselves with it.
With a doing of this playfully,
And encouraged to remain children unfit.
To relish their immaturity and 'thick-headedness'.

Too many are dishonest.
And prepared to lie and cheat.
As witnessed by those much younger,
Practicing false beliefs...
They too one day will teach.

Too many are dishonest.
Thinking it 'cool' to fool and deceive.
And too many have grown older,
Without integrity or identities...
To leave,
Future generations...
With a solid effectiveness respected,
As a qualifying priority.

They should expect this from others...
As it is given to get and taken as received.
But this perception is not uppermost,
In minds hosting floating boats...
Circling until their throats are choked!

Since,
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!

Dis-honesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!

With a feeling to fullfill a need.

Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Might Recall

What was it you said to me
Back in the days when things looked fine
bout how we would be together
Until we left the earth behind
Oh, its funny how things can change
Cos there was a time I thought Id be the one
Whod leave and start again
But now Id stay forever
Ooh my hopes are as the leaves upon the water
Just sunk in the night
And though I know you couldnt care, you oughtta
Ah, the end of a life
Or maybe when youre older, and youre thinking back
You might recall
Now did I act carefully, did I do right?
Or were we meant to be, all of our lives
In love and harmony, all of our lives?
So now, take my hand
Come, hold me closely
As near as you can
Believing all that we could be
And all that we have been
And all that we are
Everyday seems summertime
The river flow with wine
Ooh when you were here with me
I wish wed stayed that way forever
Oh my hopes are as the leaves upon the water
Just sunk in the night
And though I know you couldnt care, you oughtta
Ah, the end of a life
Or maybe when youre older, and youre thinking back
Well you might recall
Now did I act carefully, did I do right?
Or were we meant to be, all of our lives
In love and harmony, all of our lives?
So now, take my hand
Come, hold me closely
As near as you can
Believing all that we could be
And all that we have been
And all that we are
Oh my hopes were as the leaves upon the water
Ah, sunk in the night
And though I know you couldnt care, you oughtta
Oh, the end of a life
And maybe when youre older, and youre thinking back
Oh, you might recall
Now did I act carefully, did I do right?
Or were we meant to be, all of our lives
In love and harmony, all of our lives?
So now, take my hand
Come, hold me closely
As near as you can
Believing all that we could be
And all that we have been
And all that we are

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Living 'Their' Lives

Why is it you have to voice your opinion,
And dislikes,
About what someone else does...
And how they live their lives?

'They just think they are so much better,
Than everybody else.'

And...
If they do,
How is what they do connected to you?

'I wouldn't want to be bother with them.'

Oh?
But giving them your attention is your priority?
I would say this,
Something that they have has you noticing.
Whether they believe they are better than everybody else,
Or not.
And...
I see them living 'their' lives.
What about you?
You 'do' have one?

'Yeah...
But I don't live my life like they do.
I'm more down to Earth.'

Correct me if I'm wrong,
But...
What planet are they on?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Celebration Of A Holiday

Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.

My mind on this day,
Is not only on those who sacrificed their lives...
Wearing a uniform to serve time in the military.
I think of those who have sacrificed their lives,
For beliefs kept many today take for granted...
Just to eat and drink in celebration of a holiday.
Only to be glad to spend time away,
From a regular routine.

Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.
And the doing for others many who have passed on,
And done...
Should on this day be always remembered.

And as far as wars, destruction and the loss of life goes?
There is nothing about the act of it that is worthy of celebration.
However...
The showing of an appreciation is a more honorable expression,
Than the rushing to feed one's greed as a priority...
To prove a loyalty in the doing of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Deserving Of The Best

Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.

I did not appear here expecting forgiveness.
I came to you wanting to,
Show my respect.
I take full responsibility,
For the neglect I had shown...
When then I left.

Please,
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.

I want to reveal to you,
My immaturity has gone.
I came back to town to let you know...
No matter what has happened,
Between us...
I want you to hear me say,
It was me...
Not you,
Who had been the one wrong!
I've been wanting to tell you that,
For so very long.

Turn around and look at me.
Please?
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
If I have to deliver it on my knees,
I will.
Only happiness in your life,
I wish for you to seek and fulfill.

I've come to you to express my respect.
And to let you know,
You are deserving of the best...
Of what life has to offer.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lords Glory

clap your hands and praise the lord
clap your hands and sing a song.
give thanks and praise to the one above
he has given and shown us love.

when we are down and out
he picks us up and makes us shout.
all that he asks is that we praise his name
and the change in our lives will never be the same

give of yourself all that you can give
for a better life to live.

we must live in a world where there is no fear
and the lords word is everywhere.
where people learn to respect, instead of neglect
all that god created.

this is the way it was meant to be
to live with respect and dignity.

we must praise the lords glory
and spread the word of his story.

poem by Louis Rams
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We Have a Love that Unites Our Souls

We have a love that unites our souls
We love to love each other
For our love lives in our hearts
Keeping the fire burning in our eyes.
The riches of honesty and happiness
Bestowed on us was received with gratitude
In return we both bestow our love on every living soul
With respect for every living creature
We have travelled over life's mountains of dreams
Thru deep valleys of temptation and
With our love and God's guidance from birth
Showing living with love is a golden worth

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Respect To It

Respect to it has more than a one sided way
Do not expect the respect of others if respect to them you don't pay
You treat other people as you'd like them to treat you
And in turn they will give you the respect you are due
You may be the wealthiest and most powerful person in your town
And you feel that you have the right for to put others down
And others respect you or so to you it does appear
But between feigned and true respect the difference is quite clear
Despotic leaders believe the masses them do revere
But this sort of feigned adulation is adulation through fear
To protest in such circumstance they'd be risking their own lives
And the lives of their children as well as their wives
If you do not respect then respect do not expect to receive
Just a known fact of life that one ought to believe.

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Tell Them Anything To Believe!

Tell them anything to believe!
That kept policy of philosophy,
Remains as the chief cohesive reason...
Why too many can not accept,
A life they perceived to be denied...
Of an integrity wished from others.
With a wanting of it from them to get.
But learn they have been duped by lies.

Tell them anything to believe!
And those who have done this,
Today have their regrets to express.
If people are led to discover,
They no longer should and can respect...
What is there left to protect or expect,
From those giving their best but find themselves...
Totally disregarded and taken for granted to neglect.

And those who have chosen to tell folks anything,
But what is correct...
Eventually find they are without a purpose.
Since nothing which is meant to convince to be heard...
Becomes regarded as worthless and a waste of words.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Creator's Tests

A boldness to live escapes them.
Afraid to offend they are.
A fantasized existence is persisted,
And subdues.
A truth eludes their presence.
In an unhappiness they reflect.
Too much of it has confused.
A stubbornness has created their mental illness!
A truth within them is abused.
A deluded frame of mind they protect.
As if this is not revealed and viewed.
And they pray to God to keep their visions.
But what God decides they neglect!
They wish God to listen to them and their desires.
But they give Him no respect.
They choose to keep their eyes closed tight.
Hoping a miracle will come to remove their regret!
They want their insights to be classified as best.
Believing they are The Creator,
Instead of The Creator's tests!
They leech upon the Earth as pests.
And this they can not accept.
But they are.
We all are in this illusion!
This illusion is evolving.
It does not rest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Definitions For Them Have Changed

Who knows what's on their minds,
Or which definitions for them have changed...
To fit their disloyal temperaments.
They wish to be so far on the side of right,
It is amazing they still stand tall...
On the edge of a cliff that clearly crumbles.

Too many of them now are showing signs,
They are insane; out of their minds.
With permanent stays.
And finding the act of blaming each day lived,
On decisions they consciously make...
To lay on the back and shoulders of someone else.
You name it.
It is not theirs to claim,
If it reveals irresponsibility or lacking accountability.
Are you kidding?
That would be the mature way to approach life.

Then they wish to seek counseling,
After their methods to self destruct...
Is interrupted by a new TV show.
This is not a joke.
These folks take what's on their TVs seriously.
Or someone who represents them to defend...
And...
Seeks any evidence,
As to why they have committed to do this!

However,
If someone disappoints their kind of erratic madness...
They are quick to follow someone else,
Who promises them a remedy for their historic illnesses.
No matter how deep the search to find a cure for denial.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worthy Of The Suffering

So much do they want to express love.
And so much is that expression shown,
As an interpretation of a sign of weakness.

So much do they wish to express respect.
And that respect is not returned as expected.

So much talk is there of peace.
And how conflicts will increase those chances.

But if someone should step on my toes...
And I'm sure I am like many others,
Who are not deluded by deceit.
And that person proceeds,
To slap me where I stand...
I will not quote Biblical scriptures.
Nor not a cheek will I turn.
And my extended hand,
Done to welcome.
Then becomes a balled fist!

I'm sure I am not the only one,
Who feels like this!

I will then seek a weapon...
With an intention to use it,
Against anyone who believes what is mine...
Is theirs for the taking!

My reality is not a myth scripted in Hollywood.
I will deliver an equality of pain!
And/or solicit assistance!

Call me an enemy if that is what you wish!
However,
If you are familiar with nightmares...
I will try to apply one that comes custom made!

Those living in peace,
Choose to do so.
And they will defend it!
No matter what the perpetrators...
Coming to destroy what they value,
Call their nonsense to inflict upon them.

I'm sure they are not the only ones,
Feeling like this!
Although there are some...
With a disturbing ignorance,
To rule over others!
Proving this can be done!

And in these cases,
Some may need...
A quickly delivered mental upgrading!

Not a weapon used to date...
With advance uses of technology,
Has produced a smidgen of peace!
Unless they were prematurely deceased.
Believing these barbaric acts...
Are worthy of the suffering done,
To receive a forgettable honorable mention.
Hopefully with names pronounced correctly,
Of those donating their lives as sacrifices...
To uphold the rights of others who could care less.

So much do they want to express love.
And so much is that expression shown,
As an interpretation of a sign of weakness.

So much do they wish to express respect.
And that respect is not returned as expected.

So much talk is there of peace.
And how conflicts will increase those chances.
However...
Better odds,
Could be obtain from any gambling casino!
And with a higher return for the wastefulness,
Of the investment.
And with loans provided...
For anyone foolish enough to believe,
They can actually correct their stupidity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Forgiveness They Seek

After decades of declaring created enemies,
They wanted others to believe...
Were full of jealousy and envy.
With a doing of awful things to themselves,
To gain and plot the getting of attention...
From those willing to give them empathy.
And empathy to them had been given.

They now wish to call a truce.
But with who or whom will they truce with a doing?
Those whose lives they have ruined to defame?
Or the ones they deceived into believing,
Those enemies selected and picked...
Would have never thought of them existing,
If they had initially minded their own business.

What is the purpose of forgiving anyone,
Who spends their time...
Proving to others they've been out of their minds.
And that forgiveness they seek,
Should be of themselves with lessons taught to teach.
Since they chose to reek their own havoc,
Blamed to have been done by someone else.

And...
Successful in the doing of it they had been.
Until it was exposed...
They chose their own descent.
Without comprehending...
Those of substance and integrity are not shallow.
Nor corrupted by limited mentalities deluded.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A special child is a special One

thank you for giving me the light in this world...... when
you shared to me the life, that the Lord bestowed and
blessed, you deserve that gift, to have a special one

thank you for the fruit of love..... your lives fulfill the
purpose of creation, your unending steadfast care lifts
me up to survive, amidst the uncertainty of life

thank you for being there..... when I needed you most,
you are always in my side, pushing me to face all
adversity, though I exist with no fear in my heart

thank you that you let me taste and experience..... what
is life with you, our memories always linger in my heart,
even though that meaningful happiness is off valued and
something special to me

thank you dear someone..... your presence is giving
me the strength to stay alive, this is the life I live, my world
is different from you, and I have to stay in order to live and
survive

thank you for accepting and letting me go..... beyond your
limit for you don't know where I will go, this dream that I
take is only, me can reach, a place where nobody knows

thank you for helping and making me to achieve, with my
own volition to know more of myself..... hoping the best of
everything on me, and believing that I might see the
meaning of my existence for the destiny I made is the
destiny I live.....this maybe the end of why, I am living in
this world with you dear someone

thank you that in my journey in this life..... you are with me
surfing every pieces of puzzle of who am I in this creation,
a creation that everyone is free, a creation that I am a part
and I exist, a destiny to move on and a place I live today

thank you..... for believing me even in your heart, thou you
didn't see what........ I believed, just always remember that
the life I share in every moment I've take. lives with you
forever and it is beyond your own imagination for the
world I live..... lives.....only in every man's heart that is free

' do not see them as how they think and look, but see
them as what you feel '

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Observing Their Choices Made

With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.

Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.

But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.

And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.

With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.

Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.

And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.

With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.

And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Righteous

They have chosen to elect themselves,
The righteous.
Those who live life correct...
Under the Sun.
And under the Moon and Stars,
They deem themselves...
The Center of the Universe!
The reason why this Earth was created.
And in denial they sit,
Refusing to believe...
Other life forms have arrived,
For many to observe their presence...
As they visit!

Leaving all to wonder 'who' and 'what'
Can declare they are much more...
Intellectually advanced.
And 'who' and 'what' lives an existence,
Far more enhanced.
And 'who' are we on this Earth...
Struggling with issues of conflict and division,
Has the power to convince anyone coming to visit...
We can be hospitable to them,
When we can not appreciate our own home...
To prepare for any guests!
And 'they' who are coming in droves,
Already know we have self contempt!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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