A Visitor Amongst The Unconscious
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
Yes...
That is exactly what it is I do.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are all over the place!
Like...
Denial.
Decadence.
Thoughtle ssness and disrespect.
'Hey buddy?
Yeah you.
Watch your step!
There is a child in diapers,
Following you.
Don't you hear him calling you 'daddy' too? '
I marvel at the way,
Folks skip with a leap over reality.
To embrace with a welcoming,
Any sign of deceit that is greeted warmly.
With an ignoring of those hungry and homeless,
Surrounding them on the streets.
As if this pasttime entertains,
To become remembered as a bitterness...
Eventually endeared as sweet.
And pretend,
Most do...
As if this is part of the scenery.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are as common as pigeons.
Or garbage on the streets...
People accept as signs of affection!
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
That is exactly what it is I do.
And feeling very much...
A visitor amongst the unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynical Days
Another years gone by,
The worlds grown older,
Sometimes I heave a sigh,
People grow colder.
Every day I do my best to show,
I can make it in this world I know,
But all the bad thoughts that people bring,
My faith in human natures
Getting pretty thin.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through, these cynical days.
Another see through scheme,
People are shallow.
The dark nights closing in,
My dark thoughts follow.
I try and make my world a better place,
(my efforts seem in vain),
But Im competing in a human race,
(falling deeper down the drain),
That value things that just dont count,
Makes me wonder what its all about.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Cynical days.
Cynical days.
song performed by by Xtc
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Reality Or Mythical?
This sound is loud, the waves behind it depicts its purity as in mission.The days are too young but the nights are hysterical and as long as the husk of an elephant.
Life is a platform; man is the entertainer and the people around are the audience.
Forfeiting your mission and going otherwise could be exhilirating in the beginning but much more deceitful with time.
The journey of life has to be pursued with all seriousness humanly possible.
It's about being eager to outwit the odds.
Life is mysterious base
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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Fresh Voices Heard
Do the fresh voices heard,
Enhance to inspire...
The encouragement of higher consciousness?
Deceit can not seem to smother.
Or have they too been sold,
To silence the old insights.
The ones that frighten sweetened appetites.
With beliefs a release from the past,
Will undo delusions praised to last.
And a comforting with a replacement of truth,
Those with old insights,
Were too quick to strip away...
The selling of misconceptions fresh voices heard,
Will keep pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skip Your Trip
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
Just to turn and walk away.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
To believe your way is 'the' way.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
No one has to disrespect,
An opinion that they don't accept.
Because it's something they wish not to hear.
No one has to get upset.
To later find they have regrets.
When all they had to do is comprehend.
And everybody says that this is wished.
But patience slips from them real quick.
And brooding attitudes are left to share.
Everywhere the frowns are there.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
Oh...
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Returning Back To Basics
How can anyone surrounded by decadence,
Be expected to be innocent of anything?
And how old can one's pretentions get,
Before they too begin to smell like curbed garbage?
Especially when fresh resolutions have just been made,
By those insisting they are going to simplify their lives...
With a returning back to basics.
As soon as those 'basics' are decided to identify.
And they don't interfere with things chosen that are liked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forbidden Fruit
Oscar brown jr
Eve and adam had a garden everything was great
Till one day a boy says pardon miss my name is snake
See that apple over yonder if youll take a bite
You and adam both are bound to have some fun tonight
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Go ahead and taste it you dont wanna waste it
The lord had said in the beginning everything is free
Except that apple that leads to sinning so let that apple be
But eve got tempted so she tried it and as all chicks do
Teaser her man till he decided hed just try some too
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Go ahead and bite it I bet youd be delighted
I hate to tell you all what followed the lord was most upset
Saw them making love and hollered what have you to add
And when they made a full confession the lord said hm I see
I guess Ill have to teach you a lesson about not minding me
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Youre all indebted now you gonna get it
The lord made eve adams madam have his kids and all
Placed some labour laws on adam and he made the snake to fall
Ever since the days of eden folks been sinful my
Nowadays theyre even eating apples in their pie
Go on and eat forbidden fruit
Its mighty sweet forbidden fruit
Its quite a treat forbidden fruit
Go ahead and taste it you dont wanna waste it
Oh go ahead and bite it I bet youd be delighted
You always did it now youll gonna get it
Forbidden fruit
song performed by by Nina Simone
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This Stuff Is Blatant
My observations aren't created.
Rarely embellished are they envisioned.
I see what I see.
And hear what I hear.
Ignoring what is there,
I do not make that decision.
I am one of those probing nosey people.
Wanting to comprehend with a reason,
To question 'why'?
I can be analytical if I wish.
But what I observe...
There is little need for it.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
This stuff is blatant,
Oh yes.
There in black and white!
But I understand why,
Some choose to camouflage this in disguise.
So much truth conflicts with a resistance to reality.
And reality is much despised.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forbidden Fruit
There's a game you wanna play
There's a risk you would like to take
But words can't change what you feel inside
There'll be no going back from here
I'm scared it'll lead to tears
Patience, boy, and I will decide
If your kiss is sweet enough
If I wanna feel your touch
You should know I can read your mind
If the deal is worth the pain
If you just won't die of shame
I am tempted to try
If you taste this fruit forbidden to eat
You can drink this wine from a love so deep
I dance for you
Let you come within
If you swear to me that it ain't no sin
There's a world you wanna know
There's a place you wanna go
Take your time and love will delight
There're wonders everywhere
Their mysteries to share
Be gentle, boy, and it will be alright
If you taste this fruit forbidden to eat
You can drink this wine from a love so deep
I dance for you
Let you come within
If you swear to me that it ain't no sin
If you taste this fruit forbidden to eat
You can drink this wine from a love so deep
I dance for you
Let you come within
If you swear to me that it ain't no sin
You wanna taste it
Oh, if you swear to me
If you taste this fruit forbidden to eat
You can drink this wine from a love so deep
Love so deep
I dance for you
Let you come within
If you swear to me that it ain't no sin
If you taste this fruit forbidden to eat
You can drink this wine from a love so deep
Love so deep
I dance for you
Let you come within
If you swear to me that it ain't no sin
Wanna taste it
Love so deep
I wanna dance for you
I wanna taste it
I wanna taste it
I wanna taste it
I wanna taste it
I wanna taste it
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Feeling Truth a Bit Too Thick
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Feeling truth a bit too thick,
And uncouth.
Believing it to be wicked...
And undoing the deceit,
You are accustomed to.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would campaign to smear my name.
Deny knowing me and have me framed.
You would even prefer to see me shamed.
If I claimed to live a life doing what I felt was right.
If I denounced having an appetite,
For slandering others I didn't like to backbite.
And stirring up arguments just to provoke a fight.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Choosing to manipulate.
And wanting me to participate.
With others you select,
As disposable playmates!
And I have a consciousness you fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Red Slice Of Watery Red Melon
IN the room where we made love
an hour ago
i offer you a slice of my
red watermelon
i take a bite and i tell you
about its taste
sweet, as sweet as my love for you
you do not care
about the juice the redness the watery
freshness of my
red water melon
i am naked sitting on the floor
i am hungry and need some rest
i am talking unnecessarily wasting
my words about my red watermelon
you laugh
and you notice something flaccid
it is funny
and then you back to sleep
still dreaming
about something thick and hard and stiff
like a dog
with a bone in his mouth
still looking for a place
where to stay alone
and lick it
and rig its sharp teeth
biting, biting and biting still
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Craving!
Craving!
An essence within my heart,
Unknown.
Craving!
And yet I know this taste.
A familiarity embraces me.
Craving!
Bathing in the fragrance of it.
Hoping that it will covet me.
Once it identifies,
Which desire it gives that pleases.
Craving!
This life.
And its teasing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be You Pursued
Be you pursued!
This day.
Be you,
With patience kept.
Freed of memories,
Bringing tears to eyes...
Once wept now dry.
Be you pursued!
This day.
With a closed not to openly inspect,
Treasure chest.
Waiting for that special one to come,
And identify a suffering done now overcomed to go.
With a showering of light that bestows clear and cloudless sky.
Be You,
Pursued.
Don't give away what has been given to you,
As a gift...
For all that you have been through.
Reveal that treasured chest to only the best.
To an open heart that connects and sparks start.
Protect your assets.
With the best invest your mind and time.
Be you now pursued!
With a self worth you know is valued.
To be recognized by the one who knows life...
As you do too!
Be you...
Pursued to be cherished.
And be loved by the one for you,
Who is true.
Be you now that one pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Craving
Lying here on the couch
With my heart in the mouth
Realize you were right I was wrong and
Im in pieces and bits but thats nothing you can fix
Cause baby youre still my addiction
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving for you
For you...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Its like you live in these walls
I hear your voice down the hall
I swear I see your face its everywhere its every place
I start myself past the pain but still it wont go away
The more I try to forget I remember
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving
To lose myself in you and were standing in the rain
To keeping you awake through the night
I hunger for your touch
Cause I need you back whats wrong with that
No I cant be without you no more
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
Got this craving for you
Craving for you
song performed by by O-town
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Where to Bathe and What to Eat!
Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
Replaces the obvious imposed.
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged...
By another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged by another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
Just to nibble on sweetened pretentions.
To share from a vacuous hollowness!
And at someone else's expense.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
While those who scurry about with their lifted up noses...
Seek a place to close a door anywhere.
With anyone who agrees...
They are still able to indentify their sanity!
It may not be the accepted 'sanity'!
But at least they are supportive of one another!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And people who are marketing decadence,
Stuff their diseased guts...
With delusions of grandeur.
OR something they hold,
To make them feel better than someone lese.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Caring less about their bad credit.
Or who refused them a loan,
Based upon nothing in collateral shown.
Since once valued pretentions have lost their asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Splashed With A Little Lemon
The slow process of leaking truth,
Has finally begun.
Sweetened lives,
Splashed with a little lemon...
Will leave those accustomed,
To munching their milk and cookies...
With less fun in the stunning days to come.
Those surviving on the streets,
Will just be more familiarized with them...
As they are sought to give tours,
To those shocked into reality.
And those deluded by their pretentions?
Are stuck in mindsets trying to convince,
Someone, anyone...their point of view makes sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoodwinked To Be Used
Divisions and indecisions,
Blatant and admitted.
Does not heal with a mending wished,
By those who claim they represent...
The best reflection of a people's interests.
Aging routines used to demean and defeat,
Only leaves a taste of bitterness...
With a craving for more it,
Obviously seen.
And that which cracks and falls apart,
Has proven to be cost effective...
For those making their quick dashes,
With hopes to lay the blame on those...
To exit fast from trash they've left exposed.
Aging routines used to demean and defeat,
Only leaves a taste of bitterness...
With a craving for more it,
Obviously seen...
On faces expected to clean up these scenes.
Unbelieving they've been hoodwinked to be used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Call My Name
When you call my name.
Don't think of me a beast.
I did my best
And you arrested me in doubt.
When you call my name...
Don't put the blame on me.
You did admit
That we should quit
Whatever this was...
And what's done is dead!
WHY do you take time to bother me?
WHY can't your mind just rest in peace?
WHY are your trying to be so sweet?
My bitterness increases.
When you call my name.
Don't think of me a beast.
Don't think the dial tone that you hear...
Is tinged with deep hidden affection,
That has long decreased.
There is no goodness left done I can do for you!
Especially when doing my best,
To have you say I am good for nothing!
I should accept these rejections and dance?
When you call my name...
Don't put the blame on me.
You did admit
That we should quit
Whatever this was...
And what's done is dead!
My roaring days are gone!
Is that what you expected?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncomprehending the Healing Aspects of Listening
Starting all over again to make things better,
Will do...
What?
Make things better?
And for who?
The very same people who allowed destruction?
Those responsible for the creation of conflict?
People refuse to identify themselves,
As the culprits!
Or deny they hand picked their own enemies.
To refer to them as terrorists.
Who began the outsourcing of jobs?
To send them away,
At the expense of cheaper labor.
Whose products were deemed inferior made?
So other products would be savored.
Who began the marketing of decadence?
To find money easier to be had and spent!
Who stood by to watch unruly children?
As disrespect was ushered in...
With a greeding of deceit,
Making a mockery of discipline!
And the rise of racism is on their own land.
The affects of this,
They themselves began.
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
Aren't these the same people who made it clear...
Their way of life was much endeared.
Aren't these the same people,
Who had values and standards...
Better than those they now say they fear?
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
A self examination has of yet for them to begin.
This should be prioritized as a revelation for them.
But they remain in denial.
Uncomprehending the healing aspects of listening.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loving That Taste For The Gutter
If they always call those they visit trash,
And on a daily basis they are around them.
What do they regard themselves?
Trash collectors?
Or recycled garbage...
Loving that taste for the gutter.
They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
No matter what they call it they want it like that!
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
They love that taste for the gutter.
Whenever its suspected someone else will attack,
They will defend their trash with a coming back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Yes they love that taste for the gutter.
They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
No matter what they call it they want it like that!
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
They love that taste for the gutter.
If they always call those they visit trash,
And on a daily basis they are around them.
What do they regard themselves?
Trash collectors?
Garbage defenders?
Whenever its suspected someone else will attack,
They will defend their trash with a coming back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Yes they love that taste for the gutter.
Garbage defenders,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
Trash collectors,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont admit or quit,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Garbage defenders,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
Trash collectors,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont admit or quit,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont quit,
That taste for the gutter.
Or admit...
A loving for the gutter.
And wont quit,
That taste for the gutter.
Or admit...
A loving for the gutter.
No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Bluntness That Hits
Who is it that travels on the path of truth,
Ultimately finding they are alone.
And unpopular?
Who is it that reveals they speak without deceit,
And become greeted by opposition...
From many they meet.
People today,
Are addicted to the sweet taste of delusion.
Anyone confusing their needs for a fix...
With a bluntness that hits,
Is considered a misfit!
Who is it that travels on the path of truth,
Ultimately finding they are alone.
And unpopular?
Who is it that reveals they speak without deceit,
And become greeted by opposition...
From many they meet.
In times when people are seeking,
More feeding of their fantasies
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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