Acknowledging My Sentiments
I've been too long at this...
Not to know what it is that I am doing.
I make it my business to comprehend.
With a listening done that is focused.
And with an empathy that is felt.
If someone doesn't understand,
Or appreciate my motives...
I am the last one it may dawn upon,
To evoke my own mental commotion.
I'm not devoted to my ego on those terms.
I've been too long at this...
Not to know what it is that I am doing.
I make it my business to comprehend.
With a listening done that is focused.
And with an empathy that is felt.
And acknowledging my sentiments,
Has a lot to do with the exquisite friendship I have...
That I early in life came to face and embrace,
With both truth and honesty.
I'm not devoted to my ego!
However...
There is an understanding given to its limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comprehending Is the Key
I had the funding.
I had the opportunity.
And I wanted with them to share.
'What happened? '
I gave back the funding.
I returned the opportunity.
And I told those who supported me,
I could find no one who cared.
'So what is it that you do now? '
Stay focused.
Move forward.
And make huge investments,
In the minding of my own business.
'Aren't those the same people who say,
What is needed is commitment and unity...
In this community? '
I stay focused.
I've moved forward.
And I make huge investments,
In the minding of my own business.
'I know you heard me.'
I stay focused.
I've moved forward.
And...
'I make huge investments,
In the minding of my own business.'
I hear you.
Comprehending is the key,
To keeping one's peace of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learning is a result of listening, which in turn leads to even better listening and attentiveness to the other person. In other words, to learn from the child, we must have empathy, and empathy grows as we learn.
quote by Alice Miller
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Respect It Deserves
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason!
Those believing a manipulation succeeds,
Eventually spend their lives...
In some form of recovery.
In an 'IF' wished.
Either a reflection is done,
On a waste of time committed.
Or a chase to catch up,
To escape from the past...
Is foolishly admitted.
In an 'IF' wished.
However one comes to interpret,
These times we live...
It is certain,
There has been an issuing...
Of duties to be done,
Based upon an alignment...
Of Cosmic assignments.
Most of which have gone ignored.
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason,
Beyond the limited depths of our understanding.
And...
As long as that becomes understood,
Those frustrations we face will be erased.
As long as this place we call Earth,
Begins to receive the respect it deserves.
We serve 'It'.
Much more than 'It' needs us to serve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Who Chooses to Focus
It hurts.
Feeling deserted.
Yet with a mind that continues to grow.
And no one around to expose this experience.
It hurts.
To understand and comprehend what others do not.
To feel as if a patience kept many have long stopped.
To see and witness confusion connected to lack of thought...
Is no fun when emotions are caught in sensitivity.
It hurts.
When this is focused!
But then again...
One who chooses to focus,
Can also make the choice to unfocus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Intentions Meant Are Not Mentioned
Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near,
To appreciate what we hear?
No emotion I've known to feel,
Has ever been exchanged.
To have someone understand,
And comprehend...
From the outside to the inside.
Knowing what is felt,
Deep within.
Can love be shared and said is there,
But not expressed at all?
Can a broken heart be spared despair?
To not process pain,
Before any tears begin to fall?
And if those tears should fall from eyes,
Could alibis stop what is shown?
Empathy sent from distances given,
Isn't empathy whispered or a hug to convince.
Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near to appreciate this...
Or witness a difference made.
When intentions meant are not mentioned...
Can relationships mend to save?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Murder Poem) Shades Of Black
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I was abandon as a child.
I'm alone as a man.
The goodness of the damned.
Oh how I wish I had a plan.
Something set in stone.
With many regrets I walk this life feeling like a reject.
A failure all on my own.
I don't need no help from you never did.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
Their is poison in the water.
Their is treachery afoot.
Oh Oh just come look.
The blood has been spilt and they have no clue I did it you.
I don't even care if they did.
I'll take as many I can.
When everything has gone so wrong.
Sitting staring out the window with a revolver in you in hand.
What choices are left?
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
A nightmare of solutions unfold.
Each bloody as the next.
How can you ever truly live with it.
Settling for only second best.
The black knight ego's of arrogance.
Tunnel vision fills his eyes.
All he's after is the prize.
I doesn't matter who gets hurt on his way to it.
With deliverance I give you pain.
A message from someone who truly insane.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
And it is time for my greatest attack.
As if anyone should be proud of such a thing.
The sweat pours off my brow as I become the butcher of butchers.
A dissection of a living to dead body.
Someone help this man, oh please anybody.
The urges to kill won't stop.
They are all hes got.
Taking out all his sexual frustrations.
These escalation will only continue.
They will not just die.
Or move on to a paradise behind the next dawn.
No matter how hard I try.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I feel nothing no more.
I don't know why.
I wish I could fix myself tonight.
I wish I could embrace love once again.
But wishes are nothing but useless thoughts.
The futility of the evil creature I am.
Hated by everyone.
So foul have I become.
A disease that can never be done.
Just kill me now.
To save so many.
Promise me, make your vow.
Cause I won't go down quietly.
I fight it for as long I can.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
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Close Your Eyes And Repeat After Me
With a giving to me,
Of your fixed and focused eye contact...
Do you remember when you saw in my eyes,
Sincerity, warmth and empathy?
And I listened with intent to comprehend?
I remember it and so should you.
Now...
Close your eyes and repeat after me,
'Such a fool was I to have screwed that up.
I went out of my way to prove myself a complete moron.
No heels can I click three times,
Will I ever get that kind of patience back...
From someone I took totally for granted.'
Do that until you sense my absence.
~When should I start?
Should I leave my eyes closed?
Are you still there? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reality Which Is My Life
As I age,
Most of my decisions...
Have become easier to make.
Especially when it comes to living,
The reality which is my life.
And the one others have created,
With lies that are spiced.
And laced with eye popping controversy,
I would never consider doing...
In my most exciting days.
But listening to others,
What it was that I had supposedly done...
I've learned to keep my mouth closed,
Knowing privately I would think this was fun.
However...
As I age and reminisce,
How I've been focused and devoted...
To accomplish with a doing free of nonsense.
I must admit there have been days that I have hinted,
Of not knowing what it was I wished to do.
With a hoping someone would volunteer,
Something outrageous...
They heard through gossip too!
'Did you hear what he did now? '
No!
He who?
And what did he do?
'That Larry Pertillar.
Do you know him? '
No,
I've never met him.
'Me either.
But I am told he has preferences.'
NO!
You're kidding?
Oh please share.
And don't leave out the details.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listening With Intent Meant
I am 'still' that same person.
Calm in demeanor.
Protective with reflective respect.
Focused and attentive.
With no beating around the bush,
From me does anyone get.
Honest to a fault.
And sometimes naïve I can be!
However,
I am 'there'...
Giving!
And listening with intent meant.
With an empathy felt,
And no holding onto a silent resentment.
And 'you'...
Thinking me as someone easy to use,
Believed me to be...
One of many,
Massed produced commodities.
The years I've lived only made me wiser...
And much more alert.
Do I flirt with possibilities?
No.
Can I walk backward and do flip flops?
If I so desired I could.
But there is no one on the horizon...
Or near the detection of my radar,
I would consider jumping through hoops.
Remember...
I once did that for you.
Whipped and willingly trained.
But somehow you ended up playing the fool.
And fools pollute the air.
I can't be around them.
I have allergies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Feel It Their Duty
To validate someone else's insecurities,
Seems such an injustice...
To bestow on another,
With an approval done of their limitations.
We all have our doubts and fears,
As part of experiencing life.
To grow with the understanding,
That faith kept devoted in pray...
Will remove those uptight feelings.
To leave us feeling alright.
About ourselves and our lives!
However,
Some feel it their duty...
To campaign for empathy and understanding.
And frankly,
No one living their own life...
Has that time to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is An Understanding To Be Claimed
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Making it okay for you now to speak to me.
I will pretend I didn't hear that.
Just because you are disappointed,
By the way your life has gone.
I don't share those sentiments.
Your perception of me,
And your thoughts that I do not acquire...
Material 'things' you can not touch or see,
Does not qualify you to understand my feelings.
However...
What from 'you' I do understand,
Is the feeling you possess of worthlessness.
Since your values have been re-evaluated.
I've never had those values to re-evaluate.
And you now believe you and I have something in common?
We don't.
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Don't fool yourself.
The standards I have set for myself,
Are extremely high.
And you?
You haven't sacrificed your beliefs,
To know those feelings others rejected...
With a disrespect.
There is much between you and I,
I could never accept.
Even if I tried.
I don't lie to myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chatterbox
Many say they can deliver,
But only few can receive.
Lips flapping nonstop...
Don't believe!
Ears may be wide open,
But the brain is shut closed.
Ignorance exposed...
Is there to show!
People think they get their blessings,
By listening to a preacher.
Fidgeting and sitting,
While nothing's sinking in.
Schools may hire teachers,
To give lessons to the kids.
But nobody cares,
What's in these quick heads of kids.
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
And 'this' is apparent.
Absent parents on the scene,
Pretending caring done is...their 'thing'.
With chatterbox nonstop...
As if a corn popping machine.
And that caring's not there,
Anywhere to be seen.
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
'I do! '
That's not enough.
'Me too! '
That's not enough.
'We do,
And we make it our business to prove it! '
Chatterbox!
'I do.'
Chatterbox!
'Me too.'
Chatterbox!
'We do...
And, so do you! '
Chatterbox!
'I do.'
Chatterbox!
'Me too.'
Chatterbox!
'We do...
And, so do you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friendship is a living thing that lasts only as long as it is nourished with kindness, empathy and understanding.
I Keep Focused
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I keep focused!
And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.
And I try...
To stay focused.
Yes I try...
To stay focused.
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.
With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Understand Each Other
We understand each other
Bull!
You hear some distant drummer play
I think we understand each other
Have you no else to offer?
Poor boy!
I have expenses to defray
I hope we understand each other
We have a problem
Yes, but its not that we
Dont understand each other
Oh brother!
When they say understand
They gotta mean fairyland
For twenty tons of silver
She sold him into stir
And when it gets his freedom back
He throws it away over her
When he says understand
He must mean some other girl
Ill never comprehend
My putrid taste in men
Its not fair I love
Each little hair and he
Dont even care about me
When she says understand
Must mean some other man
Our preconceptions to retain
Were obliged to exclaim
We understand each other
We hear some distant drummer play
Must mean we understand each other
Oh brother!
If theres a problem
Well admit it
Not that we dont understand each other
Each other
When they say understand
Its like wendy and peter pan
Have you ever met somebody
More self-involved than he?
This has got to be a miracle
The man has divine empathy
What could be wrong with me?
I know his repartee
Insincere
Hes down
There, Im up here
But whenever hes near
Its some kind of divine empathy
When they say understand
Smells like something else to me
Were talking sleight of hand
Each others mind
We read so well
We have no time to know ourselves
We understand each other
Though we dont even know ourselves
We think we understand each other
Though we dont even know ourselves
We think we understand each other
Though we dont know ourselves
I hope we understand each other
Each other
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Sit
Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit,
And do not fidget...
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Secretly Thanked
Faith devoted,
Nurtured everyday...
As an affirmation prayed,
Will afford one with a peace of mind.
The journey from birth isn't easy to keep...
Focused with a purpose.
Or creatively fresh and free from deceit.
And self deception can be one's unknown enemy.
Faith devoted,
Nurtured everyday...
As an affirmation prayed,
Will afford one with a peace of mind.
And those not understanding this,
Believing to themselves...
The can dismiss others off of a social list.
Will one day discover,
They have been secretly thanked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About This Stuff Called Writing
Upon reading the poem
about a childless woman
My friend Sol wrote
I am truly sorry for reading
About such a delicate issue
And she emails
“Did you write it because I have offended you and the childless woman? ”
“I am truly sorry”
I e-mail her back; there was no offense,
as it was not really about us
The little boy who died a long time ago was not
About us,
I was surprised
That poem
Was not meant to be
a certain Apathy
it is not about us
it is not us
it is about them
Such is a poem
is meant for a
certain kind of empathy
it is no apathetic
it is not about a sickness into death
it is not about
a 'mind-you-own-business'
but it was meant to be
'we-feel-what- you -all -feel'
It is empathy
it is reincarnation to the bodies
Of other people
it is going
into life
into the lives of other people
into life
into salvation
a life in those moving fingers of a new born baby
the same moving fingers that give you the hint of of life to
a hit-and-run victim
a while ago comatose
a life a breath a hush
for persons
not just people
(specially for those whom we love much
that if they die
we want to die
with them
and we
keep saying without them
life has no meaning at all)
And we
Become them
the childless couple that was not us
the hit-and-run-victim that layed long unnamed in the morgue
that baby that was blue all over because of a congenital heart defect
they were buried
and we say we were buried with them
we have duties and obligations though
as we watch and stand for those who remain here
empathy
that is empathy
Every part of them: the nose, the eyes, the brain, the trachea,
The butt, the hands, every nerve every vein every corpuscle
we become them
we join in their mission
We become the air that they breathe
We breathe
We penetrate the other completely
to
Every part of them: the nose, the eyes, the brain, the trachea,
The butt, the hands, every nerve every vein every corpuscle
The apology then was wrongly worded
And was wrongly sent
The dog has waggled its tail
To the wrong master
the dog has barked to the wrong tree
Hence I reject the apology
because the tragedy and the sorrow are not about us
it is them
we only become them because
we empathize
we allow ourselves to be a part of them in the process
Or whatever excuse
It was not for us
It was for them
We are merely the wires
Through which
The unseen electrons pass
an in the process we generate light and power
For others
For this dark world
The danger lurks when for lack
Of understanding about the mechanics
Of apathy and its
distinction with empathy
between us making a living
and between them that we try to appease
You touch us in careless passion
And for lack of understanding about compassion
You are shaken
Unnecessarily
And who knows
In due time
You too shall become
Us
in utter exercise of empathy
And that would be enough
i know there is something that you did not understand
life shall tell in the process
and life shall tell you all about it before everything is ended.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too Long
It’s been too long since I felt the soft touch of a woman’s hands rub my bald head.
It’s been too long since I felt the gentleness of a woman’s lips press against mind.
It’s been too long since I cuddled with a woman’s head up against my chest listening to my heart beat.
It’s been too long since my tongue has slipped between a woman’s thighs and her juices drip down my throat.
It has been too long since I have made love to a woman and felt her inner walls pulsate.
It has been too long since a woman made my leg shake as I climax.
It’s been at least nine months and that’s far too long.
Every bit of me is devoted to love and art. And I aspire to try to be a teacher to my young fans who feel just like I felt when I was younger. I just felt like a freak. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm trying to liberate them, I want to free them of their fears and make them feel that they can make their own space in the world.