A Prolificness Visits
A prolificness visits.
And it may come to sit...
To flow as if to never end,
From one connected to its origin.
And those who witness this...
May find themselves too quick to criticize.
Misunderstanding how this energy arrives,
With messages prioritized to deliver!
Having a deed to do that is uncompromised!
While some may have a 'doing' done,
To receive what is presented...
Without comprehending.
Although quick to despise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comehere With the Quick Fix
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
People,
Hurting from a pride deep inside...
And found to bitter bite!
And people wanting,
Love.
And more love...
To share and keep around at night.
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix-of it...
Your love.
I can't resist it when its sittin' there!
Are you gonna come and get it?
Or do you want this good stuff delivered to you...
Wet and bare!
Telling one another,
This is not a love affair.
But a fairytale that has come true.
I hope I'm getting this exclusively.
This is what I want with you,
And what I wish to do.
Comehere!
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix-of it...
Your love.
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix,
It just hit me!
On my head like a ton of bricks!
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix-of it...
Your love.
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehe re.
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehe re.
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Come and get a quick fix,
Of this love!
Come and get a quick fix,
Of this love!
Come and get a quick fix,
Of this love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somehow My Agenda Remains Prioritized
When someone says to me,
I do not have to express...
Or show my concern.
I deliver quick!
Exactly to them what is wished.
And if I should witness approaching trouble,
Heading towards them on the double...
I am dutiful to what I am told,
With eyes I immediately close.
To dismiss any trouble coming to confront,
Is a blessing I have kept unknown.
Confirming in mind,
What is happening does not exist.
Is not a problem at all for me.
I've been trained to know how to distance.
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
With little effort or stress!
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
'Help me. Help me.
Owwww, please! '
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick
Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.
Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.
Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Sensitive Visits Quick
If you've got to know,
I will admit it...
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
I will admit it...
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
If you've got to know,
I'll take this minute.
To find why I'm in it?
And what is that price...
I'll have to pay,
One day.
I'll take this minute.
To find why I'm in it?
And what is that price...
I'll have to pay,
One day.
If you've got to know,
I will admit it...
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
Only people I know...
I think in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know...
I think in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know,
That come to sit...
Can get me weary,
And into fits.
Only people I know,
Can get me in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know,
Can get me in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know,
Can get me in sensitive visits quick!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mouse Droppings
PC connected,
To email directives.
And receive needed 'info'.
Networked messages of personnal thoughts.
Communicated and believed.
By the use of advancing technology.
With a left click to highlight...
Swiftly what is written.
Done within seconds and quick to send.
These mouse droppings,
Commanded from one's right hand...
Are silent without lips!
Or conversed to vocalize,
Any of this!
'...did u r'cve my m'ssg ear'lr?
& i wnt it done as disc'ssd.'
~yes, pres. O~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Them 'That' Goes Unrecognized
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
Everything done is for them to undo.
No matter who does it.
Or how it is pursued.
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
Self centered with a selfishness.
For them 'that' goes unrecognized.
But for those who see them for who they are...
There is a desire to get away from them.
Quickly when it is noticed.
With wishes to get away from them and far.
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
And suffering from unmasked disguises,
From their own sense of failure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simpleton
Its built,
up inside.
Youre on,
the verge of exploding.
Self less,
enough to say.
I meant what I said,
and Im not even sorry.
What is to get?
Its simple now.
Cut to the quick.
No misunderstanding.
You sit there,
on your side.
Dont blame yourself,
blame it on your family.
Self less,
enough to tell.
If you walk away,
then Im not running after.
What is to get?
Its simple now.
Cut to the quick.
Dont misunderstand.
I know you hate him,
cause you said you did.
How can you fake it?
Its some misunderstanding.
Inside, your delivered from the stress.
You say that your fine,
but I think youre wishing.
What is to get?
Its simple now.
Cut to the quick.
Dont misunderstand.
Dont misunderstand.
Dont misunderstand
song performed by by Quicksand
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Him! ...Who? ...He!
Don't you get so obsessed,
To forget what's important to you.
Remember that.
And apply that message,
Where it applies.
'What is that suppose to mean?
What are you talking about? '
I don't know,
I just deliver them.
'Deliver what? '
Messages.
'Messages?
What kind of messages?
And from whom? '
You know?
Messages from Him.
'Him?
Him who? '
You know.
Him! ...Who? ...He!
'Hem Wu Hees?
That Chinese Restaurant? '
Naw, man!
Forget it.
Forget I said anything to you.
Have a good day.
'You tell them,
My liking General Tso chicken...
Is not for public announcement.
Deliver 'that' message.
And you stay out of my business.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent,
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick;
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent;
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick:
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...
poem by Barry Cornwall
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Get Stiff Quick
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
When you know you need to move,
From foolish doers...
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to put up more with that funky stuff.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to ride a roller coaster,
You know was tough.
No need to do a shuffle singing those sad songs.
Or get along with others you wish from you gone!
Just,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick!
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
Mean what you say and be done with it.
You've got to,
Get stiff...
Get stiff quick!
Don't let just anything fall from your lips.
Or bite your tongue to let an old patience sit.
When you wish to make a point you know wont quit.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where First The Eyes May Go
Why do my poems to you sound similar?
With a familiarity?
I have heard that before.
And long ago that has been explored.
All of them are unique and quite different.
You just perceive them not to be that way.
Because my name just happens to appear,
On everything I write.
At the end of my expressions.
My name on them I leave.
And it is not the varying messages.
But it is the prolificness I deliver.
And it is the appetite I delight.
That might offend you and dislike.
Who knows when one reads.
Where first the eyes may go.
Are you reading my additions?
Or are you counting my submissions?
There is a difference.
If this difference is admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Is The Beat Of My Heart
Written by lewis mark
Lead vocals by james young
If its my time to die today
Please God oh make it fast
Balanced on this point for a year and half
I just dont think I can last
Theres a man whos laid to rest
The man who gave me my start
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
So please all you people
Dont you grieve for me
The blood in my veins is black and I cant bleed
Ive suffered the pain
And all I can face is the dark
Oh, lord, quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Now my bags are almost packed
The trains about to depart
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
If its my time to die...
song performed by by Styx
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Without the Presence of Comprehension
With pen in hand prepared to dictate,
The thoughts from my head...
To be arranged to breathe in reality.
Is easier to read and critique isn't it?
Of course this doesn't occur,
To anyone making a quick assessment.
However...
The process isn't that simple.
A selection takes place,
Before someone decides...
A judgement will be passed.
Although,
They will criticize with the same absence,
Of perception and depth.
And without the presence of comprehension.
With a misunderstanding that it was creativity,
That had been part of the entire concept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prioritized Neccessity
Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.
Some have done this without hesitating,
They are glad they have done this and quick.
Uncouth the booting to losers who have shown,
The booting to them done...
Has been deserved with their earning every bit of it.
Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fakers of Faith
Limited by fakers of faith...
Ready to share their praises,
With defeat and downfall on their lips.
Christians only in quick church visits.
Describing the evils,
And how they deal with it.
Uniting to bring themselves to levels
They understand.
Allowing those to sing the blues
And those who come with good news,
Are looked upon with disgust and contempt!
Smiling faces are abandoned...
With these messages sent
From those who claim to 'know' God!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeing Things As They Are
Seeing things as they are.
Oppose to how one wishes,
Or chooses them to be...
Stabilizes the mind.
In times where fantasies,
And delusions have overstayed their visits.
Especially for those who have been heard,
Questioning the realities of the times.
There seems to be a nonacceptance,
Of anything connected to truth or its origin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Wings of a Cosmic Rush
On the wings of a cosmic rush,
Thrusted.
So quick the speed of it,
Is only felt as energy.
Like that which the Sun radiates to us.
And like the Moon influences...
With a mix of water and air we breathe.
Air that purifies with the aid of trees.
And we settle to travel upon our own indignities.
With imprints of images we do everything to please.
On the wings of a cosmic rush,
Thrusted.
So quick the speed of it,
Is only felt as energy.
And that energy we disgrace.
In decadence and trash filled minds,
To keep regurgitating a hatred.
On the wings of a cosmic rush,
Thrusted.
But many choose to ignore the ride.
To rely on others to discuss the view.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Top Of The List
All of them the self-righteous types,
With ambtions to have status.
And socialize with whom they like.
These are the people who expect their lives,
Prioritized the moment...
A discomfort affects them by surprise.
And with 'means' to keep their flaws diminished,
While actively preventing...
Those with less the same benefits.
They now have to accept and come to realize,
No longer top of the list...
Are their wants and wishes prioritized.
'Why do 'we' have to go through this?
Isn't it understood who we are,
And who we know with influence?
We want our lives back like they were yesterday.
None of us could care less,
What a natural occurrence has from us taken away.
Why is it that we have to go through this?
We are better than that.
And we 'demand' what we had returned back to us,
And...
Make it quick.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obviousness of It
I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!
I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.
To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.
Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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