Zombies Have Been Seen
Children are permitted to be taught lessons.
To grow to become successful,
With each progressive step.
Who then decides when the experience of it should end?
And where did the adults go...
To remove anything learned,
From minds they felt
In need of complete vacancy!
To leave the responsibility of accountability...
Placed upon the shoulders of teachers.
Who are accused of not being qualified...
By those who expose a lack of brain activity.
This is frightening.
Nothing heightens,
An expanded consciousness.
That broadens the experience,
One shares with another to leave.
Even zombies have been seen,
Performing...
In choreographed routines to thrill!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Consider This
Shallow is their insight and with it is that existence.
And some are accused of having less patience with them.
While displaying less tolerance for their ignorance...
But should express more acceptance of it!
As well as their lack of consciousness.
To pass on an accountability...
That becomes part of a stagnated unity,
With increased division to further irresponsibility.
However...
Let's consider this!
When one decides to move forward,
In steps that are direct...
There is an intention meant,
To leave behind a confinement...
One graduates from with no regrets.
And feeling free to express an obtained intellect,
As part of that process to share...
In an exchange being done.
With a stretching of the mind that one desires to get!
With an expanded acknowledgement.
And...
Some just AIN'T there yet!
Whether they are making those attempts,
Or know how to spell motivation.
There is a noticed absence of it!
And 'that' appears in overqualified abundance.
You feel me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Ain't About to Happen Here
Just because you do not see my scars...
Or I do not brag about the wounds I've suffered,
They are there.
Some healing from the drops of blood...
That have left stains on the path of my journey!
And if for a one second,
You believe I am going to stop...
To pour tea and gossip.
You have picked the wrong one,
To do that with!
I am very upfront about that.
However...
I will share this with you,
I am in no mood to debate...
Over who would benefit from my experience.
Or the fuzzy feeling I would get,
From captivated wide eyed children...
I would rather strangle.
Since I've learned very early in my travels...
Experiences can not be taught!
They must be lived to appreciate.
Complete with discipline that motivates.
And I am not the one to sit patiently,
While someone decides...
If my life is worthy of someone's attention.
They may or may not give.
After my throat has become hoarse,
From screaming at the top of my lungs.
No...
For that I am not qualified!
I am not living my life for that kind of decision,
To be made.
Or waste my time in discussion...
About the disadvantages my actions may create.
No...
That ain't about to happen here.
You can,
If you wish to call it...
Self involvement.
I too have learned many lessons.
And I am not certified,
To solve someone else's problems!
Or will be baited to complicate,
My own issues.
And I've got some needing my focus.
Prioritized with a peace of mind...
I am not about to give up!
You can,
If you wish to call it...
Self involvement.
And you would be correct!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Children Of Sisyphus
yes your children
they learn
to walk
and talk
and more
often
you see
them fall
from time
to time
you take
them
by their
arm
and help
them rise
and let
them go
and they
keep
on falling
and you
keep
on helping
there is
hope this
time
seeing
the children
grow
and then
go
experience
explore
expose
expose
explore
experience
yes, ariel
when they
grow up
and answer
back
you always
know what
to tell them
in this absurdity
you tell
them
to shut up
and get lost
for they
are not
yours, though
they come
from you
you do not
give them
your mind
they have
their own
when
they were
first born
it is Time
in turn
that tells
us best:
we too
shut up
we too
get lost
fair enough
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Miracles CAN and WILL Happen
You aint the only one around here that don't get it!
It can be staring you in the face,
And you still wont get it.
It can be standing on your foot...
And you still wont get it.
I got it.
And that is the reason,
From you I had to go.
And there is no 'why'...
Needed from me I felt to you,
In a note,
Message...
Or call,
I did not care or think enough...
To leave.
That's where I have been!
'A' with 'away' from you.
Just keep saying this to yourself,
'I don't get it and I never will.'
'I don't get it and I never will.'
'I don't get it and I never will.'
And trust me,
As experience has taught me lessons...
Miracles CAN and WILL happen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If That Is To Be My Experience
Please,
Do not remove the thorns from that rose.
I wish to experience every bit of it.
If I can not handle it and it should prick,
Let me be the obe to adjust to it.
I want to know what it is as it is.
Not what you wish me to believe,
To leave me to discover...
You decided to have me,
Think of it as something else.
Please,
Do not remove the thorns from that rose.
I've chosen it just the way it is...
Thorns and all.
I will never appreciate it,
If you make the decision...
To keep me from getting pricked.
If that is to be my experience...
Let it be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God 'IS' The Master Planner
What lessons are learned,
When someone adored...
Suddenly from us,
Quickly passes?
And we on 'this' side...
Are too overcome inside with grief!
The shedding of a shell,
We recognize and know well...
Oozes from this 'vehicle' encased.
With a consciousness that transcends us,
To another place.
We come to accept this as a door...
That opens.
All of us living,
Will experience and explore.
Since life for us all as known...
Does not last forever.
Like a fairytale in a 'forevermore'.
Although many of us stubbornly wish,
This was God's gift to us condoned.
Hoping with a lost power...
This gift to us given,
Is not so shockingly dismissed!
With a heartbreak that descends.
And tears without end seeming to flow.
A vacancy felt within,
Soon begins that 'mourning'
We all come to know.
And that emptiness lingers...
Until 'something' inside of us,
Heals with an acknowledgement...
This is just the beginning,
And not a final end of such a mysterious 'trip'.
God 'is' The Master Planner!
And with kept faith,
We pray and trust in Him!
We do it and we must...
As witnesses to learn and grow.
Aboard this 'journey'...
An invisible God has bestowed!
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Skipping Around Obstacles
It would be great if experience to one came,
Without the sacrificing of time...
To find fault or place blame.
Or the process of feeling some anguish and pain.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If it came with the throwing of dice?
And those wishing to have it,
Could barter for it in exchange.
Leaving complaints at a minimum.
With a bargain felt that had been obtained.
It would be delicious and lip licking good,
If the price of it could afford everyone's taste.
And no one would feel deprived of it,
No matter the neighborhood.
It would be great if experience to one came...
Overnight feeding everyone's appetite.
And those who make claims,
They have awakened with knowledge...
Would express more insight,
With eyes clear and bright!
But experience is what it is.
And it can not be taught to achieve.
'Excuse me professor,
Is it possible we can discuss that topic,
One more time?
Please? '
The one who acquires experience...
Isn't the one with a heart worn on a sleeve.
But has lived and learned from mistakes that were made.
And did not make excuses heard,
While gathering up the energy to again stand...
With no mention of having crawled on knees.
Experience does not come gift wrapped in a nice package.
Or skipping around obstacles,
To place that responsibility on someone else's back.
Experience doesn't come to be done like that!
'I am so glad I had that experience.
No one will ever know...
What it was like to see you,
Struggle as you carried my weight.
I so appreicate you giving me that experience.
WHEW!
Let me know when you are ready for more.'
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Perhaps Progress Will Soon Begin to Move Forward
Now a serious argument takes place among them,
To remove the word 'retarded' from their records kept!
And also from an increasingly insecure consciousness.
Although an unaccountable responsibility remains.
Things take time to correct.
It's never too late to have a scrambled egg.
Even if it's served at dinner.
Idiot and imbecile are their other depictions.
And since their stupidity seems to be environmental...
At least some reflection is being self examined.
Remember when dinner was popularly called 'supper'?
And all adults were thought to have had a normal thought process?
A child does not suspect fools to be a dime a dozen.
The road to their complete recovery from delusion,
May come sooner than expected.
Those now contemplating the word 'retardation' to be offensive.
Hopefully...
These same folks,
Who witness this activity increasing amongst themselves,
Will use this same element of 'awareness'
To deal with issues of sensitivity to identify,
Their total lack of mental competence.
There's great honor given to those who step aside.
Especially when the mind decays.
There has been an absence of mental competence.
Maybe we are living in a resurgence of it.
And perhaps progress will soon begin to move forward,
Again...
Since greed had it stagnated for many many years!
'Retarding' everything in its path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Children Ruled The World
If Children Ruled The World,
Parents, Adults and Teachers will go to bed at 8: 00
and wake up at 7: 00 to dress up for school.
At school children will treat them like nothing,
and Parents, Adults and Teachers will have nothing to do or say.
In the morning at school, they would have to line up like chrildrens used to do like every single mornings.
If Children Ruled The World,
Lollies will be for everyone even adults and parents.
Parents and Adults will have such awful rotten teeth just like all children used to have in their teeths.
Every mornings right after adults brushes their teeths or hairs, the children would have to check if their hairs and teeths are alright.
In School Trips children goes for free but the adults has to always pay.
If Children Ruled The World,
the world wou; d be treated badly.
The children would be rich and adults would be poor and always ask for children for some money.
There will be no clean water,
No food for the adults to eat except lollies.
If Children Ruled The World,
WE'LL ALL BE IN A JAM!
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A-lone
A-lone.
No one today,
Should be alone!
If it is not a choice that one does make,
Or 'space' one decides to take...
To overcome temporary heartbreak not faked,
One condones!
No one should be alone.
All a-lone and expressing this?
In one's home as if remissed.
No.
The experience of this is not bliss.
Nor a choice one picks,
Deliberately on one's own.
And to do it in complete consciousness?
No.
A hurting felt inside goes unknown.
A hurting felt inside...
Goes unshown!
When one accepts to be a-lone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Late Habitually
Experience is the teacher!
So true.
So true.
And I will never obligate my time,
To be wasted again.
It is a sign of disrespect,
When someone is late...
Habitually.
And decides it is okay,
To delay another with fresh excuses.
Experience is the teacher!
And if lessons are not learned...
It is time to ditch,
The one pitching...
The same nonsense.
Time taken for granted,
By one never to understand...
Is too much of a sacrifice to make,
By another who is disciplined...
And comprehends,
What it takes to be in control...
With a bold look on life to command.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether That Acceptance Comes or Not
Where am I going?
From here to there,
Just for the experience of it.
And from there,
I may come back here...
To share!
But going 'somewhere'
Is what I intend on my agenda.
That's where I am going.
What about you?
Or are you waiting to dress to impress?
With the hope someone approves,
The way you look, speak and your attitude?
Where am I going?
From here to there,
Just for the experience of it.
And from there,
I may come back here...
To share!
But going 'somewhere'
Is what I intend on my agenda.
And I could care less,
About impressing someone...
With the way I am dressed.
Unless...
That is required for my next step from 'there'.
To take me wherever it is I wish!
And when and if that happen,
I will be more than prepared for it!
However...
I am certainly not going to sit here wondering,
Whether or not I will be accepted and qualified.
I will be qualified!
Whether that acceptance comes or not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Certain Things I Am Learning To Perfect
Can I stop what you 'think'?
No.
Of course not.
I hope I am not showing any intention,
I believe I can do such.
However,
I can be opinionated when asked.
And I am doing my best to leave that activity,
In my past.
But...
I can avoid listening to you,
Bigtime.
You will vanish in thin air,
If I put that in my mind.
Lock you out,
Quicker than a lover I had undercovers.
There are certain things I am learning to perfect.
With a mastering of forgiving myself,
BEFORE I experience regret.
For example...
I 'use' to be the kind,
To express 'first' what entered my mind.
Then experience deep regret...
For using the wrong curse words!
Out of context.
Now...
I can ignore anyone,
Without feeling any remorse at all.
And understandings someone may have,
To be misunderstood...
I can leave behind as if nothing happened.
As if anything I wished not to exist,
Doesn't for me anymore.
And those who have gotten on my last nerve.
With irritation and repeated annoyance?
Are privileged to get a taste of it!
Keep in mind...
I haven't reached perfection yet.
But I am determined to keep practicing.
Stay right there!
I'll show you how it works.
Pray that I am successful.
Okay?
Here I go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See This Negligence In Children's Eyes
'Where is 'my' beginning? '
I see this negligence in children's eyes.
I see their intelligent minds ignored,
By unfocused parents...
Who believe raising their children,
Is a chore assigned.
And not blessed by The Divine,
By design and...
Who art in heaven.
'Where is 'my' beginning?
To receive the attention I am not getting.'
And I don't wonder why,
When these children grow denied...
They despise their parents!
Or 'whoever' raises this sense of hate,
Created within their minds to find and ignite.
As if to spite their births.
When I recognize what is in those eyes,
From my own experience I use to choose to deny...
I deliberately make eye contact with these children,
Who 'know'...
When someone else perceives their feelings,
And this shows.
To leave them with a quick smile.
And that attention given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wicked Teacher
Experience a wicked teacher
You push us into test
And examine our stuff
Before you begin to teach
How rigid you are
Your lessons linger on
Your scars never fade
Your memory ever fresh
Experience a wicked teacher
You don’t care about age
You teach the young
And warn the old
Experience a wicked teacher
You don’t pity our scars
But leave us with time
To bind our wound
Experience a wicked teacher
You never stop your test
Often we dodge it
But to meet it ahead.
poem by Seun Bewaji
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If We Choose To Ask
We live to give.
And share in the taking.
Comparing our differences,
Does not lead to a wholesome life.
To receive life as it is,
Heightens one's consciousness...
With an exploration of it.
Until The Creator decides it is over.
Even those burdens we carry on our shoulders.
Can be removed.
If we choose to ask.
Although few do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dictation Done
If there is anything experience teaches,
To those who have gone through that process...
With a final acceptance of lessons taught,
Is this...
No matter where one goes with an experienced life,
Achieved through the benefit of failure...
Sometimes repeated.
And lessons learned that have been taught.
Those who seek comprehension,
Will never find time to be bored.
And will one day discover their observations,
Are the ones that are eagerly sought!
Since so many others seem to be awaiting...
A school bell to ring and an announcement made,
That a thought one initiates should soon begin!
With a dictation done that has nothing to do,
To provide one with the tools to use common sense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smile
I don't know enough about you
To leave myself wide open
And I don't know when I've had enough
To remove myself from you
Try not to think it out
Try not to act it out
Cut it shut it keep it down
Never let it leave the ground
I gather up what you'll give
But it never helps fill the sieve
Because I don't know enough about you
To leave myself wide open
Try not to think it out
Try not to act it out
Cut it shut it keep it down
Never let it leave the ground
It doesn't matter anyway
When it's all said and gone away
Accumulate experience
Accumulate experience
Time goes by and within it's smile
You think you'd find a way
But it seems so hard to pick apart
It is so far away
It's only what it means
And never what it seems
It's only in the eyes of me
It circles to the end
It lives to upend
That's only when it starts again
Times goes by and within it's smile
You think you'd find a way
But it seems so hard to pick apart
It is so far away
Times goes by
It seems to hide
It is so far away
And all the while
It beams this smile
It is so far away
It is so far
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What is qualified? What have I been qualified for in my life? I haven't been qualified to be a mayor. I'm not qualified to be a songwriter. I'm not qualified to be a TV producer. I'm not qualified to be a successful businessman. And so, I don't know what qualified means.
quote by Sonny Bono
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