She didn't leave any written instructions. She has verbally expressed her wishes to me and other people.
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I Owe It First To Myself To Be Honest
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I use to believe it did not matter,
If I kept the depth of my feelings hidden.
But then I realized I had a wish,
To have at least one person unafraid...
To escape and leave behind their pretentions.
And today after doing it to strip myself free,
My ability to recognize honesty in others...
Is a feeling I get that is non-verbally expressed.
And I could care less,
Who accepts expressed pretentions!
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I had been the last to know I'd been tricked,
By the foolishness of believing others had arrived.
To find myself deluded in the midst,
Of those too comfortable with the telling of lies.
I can now detect with my ears and eyes.
To leave my honesty disguised if I must.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Depthness Of Their True 'Who
Seeking to have revealed,
The person behind the persona?
With a feeling felt real,
Stripped from a concealment?
To then show the depthness,
Of their true 'who'...
From under layers peeled?
Since this is what they had chosen to do.
When was the last time...
Anyone exposed their blemishes,
To acknowledge their flaws...
When they were verbally attacked,
For being unnatural.
And criticized by those pretentious...
Who themselves expressed shock,
Dismay AND appall.
And still people wish,
For those times to come...
When 'others' can be believed and trusted?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Leave Me Alone
please leave me alone
I don’t want to think;
please leave me alone
I ‘m happy to be a slave
please leave me alone
I only want to be led;
please leave me alone
for I only want a book
that tells me what I should do
please leave me alone
for I’ve found what I need;
and it’s just so good
as others have done
all the thinking for you and me
please leave me alone
all I want are commandments;
please leave me alone
for I have all the instructions
please leave me alone
I’ve got all my answers;
please leave me alone
my masters
have expertly fixed my brain
and if you don’t leave me
alone now
I’ll call them in,
and I assure you,
they’ll gladly fix you
right and proper
so just leave me alone
for I’m well and content;
with the prescribed course
I’m saved,
and I’ve been assured,
I’m going to Heaven
where I’ll be an angel
with an unlimited supply
of ecstasy pills
so, I say,
please leave me alone
I don’t want to think;
please leave me alone
I ‘m happy to be a slave
poem by Raj Arumugam
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2008: Things I Don't Want to Leave Behind
Didn't want to leave you
With a bad imnpression
Didn't want to take you
In the wrong direction
Didn't want to fool you
About my affection
Didn't want to leave you
With my last confession
I didn't want to end up
Without a reflection
Didn't want to accept fate
In the end there's no deception
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was On My Way To The Bahamas
How dare you say you have a love for me...
With respect and much interest in my well being?
And I should know this as it has been expressed,
By you over the years.
I think twice you've been inside my home.
Each time you pronounce my name,
It is incorrect.
And when I tell you that...
You change the subject.
And any and every conversation we've ever had,
Has been about you.
Or someone you just met with a name dropping done.
And when you are through doing that,
You leave.
'That's what I say to people about you.
You always got something sarcastic and nasty to say.
I didn't have to come over here, you know?
I was on my way to the Bahamas...
For YOUR information.'
Don't let me stop you.
I'll be shortly paying a visit to the bathroom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Only Consciousness Known
With the greatest of effort,
They've accomplished defeating...
The ones selected,
To prevent any success...
Expressed with wishes to achieve.
A success that would directly benefit...
The lives of those living,
Within the community of condoned mediocrity.
And with this defeat crumbling beneath their feet,
They today actively seek...
Someone they deemed qualified,
And liked well enough to accept...
A manipulation of their patience.
Until a tolerance of it abandons them again.
To leave them in complete ignorance,
That is for them the only consciousness known.
'Your comments are a bit negative.'
Are they?
I had no idea my expressed observations,
Would offend.
Where do you recommend I go,
To have them acceptably interpreted?
'That may be a bit difficult.
What you see presented is a ritual.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My cinematographic experience did not leave me any souvenirs, because I was only in very bad films that no one saw! It was better they didn't! In Europe, it is rare for women singers to be in movies. And then, may be that deep within me I didn't really wished to be in movies, for it is my belief that if I really wanted to, I'd be in the movies. I firmly believe that everybody is able to realise what their wishes, provided that they really want to.
Stun, Numb And Dumb Them Up!
The absence of trash indiscriminately disgarded around.
With clean streets and people treating themselves respectfully,
Says this about their environment...
There is a sharing of caring being done.
And a gratefulness is expressed by everyone.
Those selfish and feeding upon wishes of greed,
Could care less about other people as seen in a unity.
And those places where they worship,
To rid themselves from their evils they are taught to practice...
Are all over the place to stun, numb and dumb them up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three Nil
Chaos... is just the beginning
Every promise I made I'm ascending
Stab the knives in the middle of the monster
I'm getting tired of drowning the constant
Cry for help
It's debatablel
The only reason that you love me is
I'm hated by all
Come on!
Come see dysfunction
I guess we're gunna leave it
Open for discussion
Who am I?
Where am I going?
Maybe I'm looking in the wrong direction
Maybe I'm looking for any direction
This is not my war
This is not my fight
This is something more
This is not my life
This is not my revolution
This is not my convolution
This is not my expectation
This is not my desperation
Rolled up thoughts and tamed for the hell of it
Look at me, I am the glorified mahlcotect
Save me, save this
All I got to do is give up
And all is forgiven
I'm SICK
of being the butt of a cosmic joke
And I don't get the punchline
A million people lined up for miles
To see the great big mouth
SHUT UP AND APOLOGIZE!
This is not my war
This is not my fight
This is something more
This is not my life
This is not my revolution
This is not my convolution
This is not my only reason to question why
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
I'm the pariah (Break Me)
I am the liar (Save Me)
I can take anything (Make Me)
Accuse me of everything (Kill Me)
Cut off my system (Slay Me)
Deny my existance (Waste Me)
I won't be afraid (Try Me)
I won't be unmade (Deny Me!)
COME ON!
Break it off
COME ON!
Buy the lie
COME ON!
Say it
SAY IT!
COME ON!
SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
GOODBYE!
Oh I didn't need to leave
To stay right here
TODAY I'LL SAY GOODBYE!
song performed by by Slipknot
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Sharing Samadhi
Raising a glass of water,
Holding, hold tightly and watching,
I get an idea:
Can I think non-verbally,
Merge together with an object
I meditate upon?
Starting, there are sounds,
-A distant truck
-A lad's moan somewhere
-The touch of your cat.
Now you are in this as well.
New level.
-Grrrind
-Whrrrr
-Pop!
Pop is a palindrome,
And I'm thinking verbally again.
Was it a failure?
Not all the way-
Four some unknown number of
Seconds, the ego slept.
We gained refreshment
And tranquility way beyond wine.
A joy better where dreams
Dream too.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Watch This Movie
I care about these people.
That's why I can say I like it.
I care about them...
And their display of a 'through thick and thin',
Economic slimness done.
I like the way they handle it.
And the joy expressed by everyone.
Even their next door neighbors...
Seem for them to be the best of friends,
I like how they all participate...
With a display of caring,
That appears to me to be genuine.
I care about these people.
Even their dogs and cats.
Look at the birds and butterflies...
Don't they seem to have sparkle in their eyes?
The crispness of the clouds...
Appear to float in skies of blue.
The mixture of the races too,
All have...
'If you say another thing...
I swear to you I am going to go 'off'!
Close your mouth and silence your lips.'
Excuse me?
Nobody's talking to you!
'Nobody should be talking 'period'.
I paid fourty eight dollars for my family and I
To watch this movie.
Can we hear it?
NO!
Can we enjoy it...
NO!
And you know WHY DAMNIT?
BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING...
THROUGH THE WHOLE THING!
SO SHUT UP SO WE CAN ENJOY IT...
OR ELSE! '
Okay, okay, okay!
But put the gun away.
I get the picture.
~Sir,
We are going to have to ask you to leave.
The police have been called.
And you have created quite a disturbance here! ~
'ME? ME?
What about him? '
~Sir...
He is not the one screaming,
With a gun in his hand!
Please...
Leave.~
That's exactly why I don't go to movies like I use to.
People think they can do anything and get away with it!
Well,
Anyway...
I care about these people.
That's why I can say I like it.
I care about them...
And their display of a 'through thick and thin',
Economic slimness done.
I like the way they handle it.
And the joy expressed by everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irregarding Pulchritude
maybe they turned me away for
a girl who ate on dates—
or
maybe they turned me away for
a girl who screamed in bed
maybe they turned me away for
a girl who openly expressed
how she felt about your
purple shirt and mint jacket
or
maybe they turned me away for
a girl who verbally assaulted your
liberal views
or
maybe they turned me away for
a girl
who
always ran when you called
or
one who let you buy her lingerie
or
maybe for a girl
who said i love you
back.
poem by S./j. Goldner
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White Out
The things I said,
Whether written or not...
But expressed from my heart.
And you received.
Not to believe the depth,
Of my love felt for you.
I wish right now I could white out!
Erase and/or replace,
My committed devotion.
Since you would never come to know,
What it took to expose myself.
You would never come to know,
That kind of love...
You keep hidden inside.
You have too much pride.
And I...
Well,
I am seeking chemistry!
Not just sex.
I have much more than that to offer!
The things I said,
Whether written or not...
But expressed from my heart.
And you received.
Not to believe the depth,
Of my love felt for you.
I wish right now I could white out!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Belong Here
We all have somewhere we belong
I been waiting to know where my place is
I know one place for me and is New Jersey
Coming here change my life so much
I just feel like I
Don’t belong here
I just want to leave here forever
After I made my mistakes
Everything change that I never picture
Will happend and what I have done
I didn’t expect any of this
I never learn from my mistakes and just keep doing
People keep blaming me,
Giving me dirty looks and stared at me
When someone told something to them
Rumors spread about me all the time
It never end and puting me down
I’m so sick of this people and this town
I didn’t mean to do any of this on purpose
I just couldn’t made up my mind
I don’t belong here
These people are jerks and just act nice because
They feel sorry for me
I feel sorry for them too
I’m just annoy and tiring by all this going on
I try and put all my strength into it
There nothing else I can do to make this people
Think different of me
So it best if I leave and leave all this memories behind
That I don’t want to remember
I just feel like I
Don’t belong here
poem by Christina Phan
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You Were The Topic Of Our Conversations
I didn't know that about you?
'I never knew you had the interest?
Never to me before had it been expressed.'
You did not bring it up.
'How could I?
You were the topic of our conversations.'
But you could have said something about yourself.
And that...
Which I didn't know about you,
I had to learn from someone else.
'And you would have given me the attention?
When talking about yourself is what you do best?
You never stop to take a breath.
And that...
I do know about you.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Expectations
Once words leave from my mouth to be said,
They are not rehearsed to fit snuggly...
To take into consideration your preferred wishes.
In a way that is expressed to address,
Your expectations.
No! That is not what I do.
I am too honest with myself.
If you choose to confuse my words as something else,
Communicating with me is not your desire.
Not if you want to comprehend my feelings,
To mean something else you wish to approve.
I will not manipulate my words in premeditation,
To please what you want from me to hear.
I do not live to feed the keeping of your delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did You Understand It?
You've written something with several typographical errors.
And I question the correctness of your language usage.
Plus it had been written in mixed tenses.
I read it more than once.
And after the third reading it finally dawned on me,
You may have done this intentionally.
'Did you understand it?
What it was I tried to do? '
I'm not sure.
'How would you critique it? '
I don't know if I can.
'And you read it three times? '
At least.
'Why should I bother to correct it?
If 'you' read something I wrote...
THREE times?
And you have never expressed any interest before?
In anything I've ever done?
Why should I correct it?
This is the first time you and I have communicated,
In years.
Who knew...
All it took was a few errors,
To get you to give me what I have been wanting.
Here...
Read this! '
Your first and third lines rhyme.
But the rest of it...
Well,
I think this is a bunch of garbage.
'Thank you.
And all this time,
You had me believing...
You didn't care.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bells Are Ringing
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound
The bells are ringing
And everyones walking
With arms extended in a trance
Forgetting their washing
Neglecting the children
Theyre dropping all businesses at hand
A voice is telling them to act a different way
They tilt their heads so they wont miss what it will say
(no) and when its so
(no) theres this to know
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
A girl with cotton in her ears
Is shielded from the bells effect
As if by hidden signal
The people turn to face her
One thousand eyes are staring
They pull away her earplugs
The bells are pealing
And theyre revealing
The simple key to happiness
It isnt evil
It isnt good
Its only what the people miss
The bells explain what theyve been lacking all along
They were disorganized and that was what was wrong
(no) and now they know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Libidinal Energies
Potential is as essential as implementation.
It is best when effective.
And experienced when used.
However...
When potental is never realized,
Implementation becomes another fixation.
As if libidinal energies kept at a fever pitch,
With other wishes determined to manifest.
That are eagerly expressed but eventually dismissed.
Until the memory of having it fades and disappears.
To leave discussions about potential,
No one gets or experiences the power of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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