An Opportunity to Leave You Alone
Why didn't I tell you before?
I did.
But I was not dressed the part.
I was not the vision you expected.
And your listening ended quickly.
I've been telling you.
But the familiarity of my voice...
Had not sweetened with deception.
And you became impressed,
By those who were at their best,
Expressing a falseness.
I addressed...
To your vacant eyes!
Now you find yourself completely duped.
And I don't understand that.
Since you were the one,
Who chose that life to live.
Did you not tell me,
To 'keep the faith? '
And maintain my realities?
I have.
Thanks for the advice.
And an opportunity to leave you alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Social Illiterates
Why are the people angry?
'Comments made to them,
Were upsetting when expressed.'
But...
Were they true?
And from who?
'All of it was true.
And everyone listening knew it too.
Those who stayed after the booing died down.
And paid attention with a listening done.'
Then...
What is the problem?
'The speaker who spoke,
Came dressed to impress.
And no one expected,
Their delusions to become affected...
By such an effectiveness as to them addressed.'
So what did the speaker say?
'He kept calling them social illiterates.
And many of them began to leave,
Saying...
No one is going to tell them,
They are 'dumb' and do not know how to read.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run Away
Remember I'm the one who didn't have a lot to say
I was trying to find the courage, but I let you walk away
And I can't forget your face, y'know it haunts me all the time
And it seems to me you're living in a dream
Wish we could run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
I want to tell you what I'm thinking, but the words get in the way
When I'm sitting here alone I find the things I meant to say
If I wrote them in a letter, would you read between the lines
Would you understand how much I really care
Wish we could run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
[I] I love you
[Need] I need you
[You] Don't want to live without you
If I'm backward counting forward, would you help me realize
All the answers to the questions I've been asking with my eyes
I could hand you all the cliches, but you've heard them all before
And I want to say I love you in my own way
And could we run away, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, runaway, what I want to say is
You're a part of me, let me be a part of you
Runaway, runaway, we could be alone together
Far away, leave the world behind
Runaway, I love you, I need you
What I want to say is, I want you
You're a, I love you, part of me, I need you
Let me be a part of you
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Willingness to Eat What Is Sweetened
By the time they realize,
Their shallow posterings have no affect.
And those impressed,
Have equalled their qualified lack of depth.
May they and those who followed them,
Come one day to confess and request...
Never to let anyone of limited consciousness,
Again find within them...
A willingness to eat what is sweetened and given,
So quickly.
To leave them both addicted and paralyzed,
Without integrity, purpose, motivation or thought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alternatives
Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
With a taking of advice,
To do what it was.
We chose and approved.
No one then would be offended.
And everyone would live as we wished.
No one would have a need to defend,
A life like this,
In an unquestioned bliss.
But realities as they are,
Have many in conflict.
Those with certain beliefs,
Refuse to comprehend.
Why their perceptions are not adopted.
And those who express they accept alternatives,
Are the ones despised.
Because their lives lived like this,
Has delivered a happiness!
And for many that happiness for them does not exist.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
With a taking of advice,
To do what it was.
We chose and approved.
With a doing done we too.
Would not find the time to debate and argue.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
And isn't it wonderful.
To know we can be ignored.
To then share in the receiving.
Others exchange from their adventures explored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember...You're the One That's Nuts
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
For years I have been labelled a fool...
Who has no direction.
Laughed at behind my back...
With less than adulation.
And made to feel uncomfortable,
Because I chose to be who I am.
Tell me this...
If they who have done this,
Have been stripped and evicted...
From their realities.
And their 'normal' lives have ceased to be!
While I maintain my peace of mind...
That took time for me to receive.
With a faith I've kept and believed.
What do they have they had valued...
But now has been taken.
That allows them to escape...
The sadness appearing on their faces?
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
If their way of life is 'suppose' to be right...
Why do they look as if,
The end for them is nearing?
If I had been the one...
They were laughing at and jeering?
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
I see a new day beginning to dawn.
And it seems all that they have believed in...
Has been taken away from them and gone!
'Remember...
You're the one that's nuts! '
Oh...
That's right!
I forgot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Without Each Other
I ran into your best friend today
Twelve nights since you ran away
I asked about you and she said, can't say, can't say
I'm feeling lonely and it seems to stay
It's been a while since I felt that way
Well, I can tell you there's no room to play this game
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby, don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other
I didn't mean to start the last big fight
You never should have hung up that night
All I want to do is make things right
Make it right
Listen, with all the choices that we chose to make
And all the promises we chose to break
We were busy making big mistakes, yesterday
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without
I can tell you one thing
We're not better on our own
I'm tired of running from my feelings
Are you listening
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby, don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without each other
Lost without each other
song performed by by Hanson
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All You Ever Needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong
You got me wrong, completely wrong )
I hope youre happy where you are
Youve been heading there for some time
Itsnot like you to complain
But then its not like you imagined
Life has changed but you shouldnt do
Ill remain the same around you
Dont be blind, look where youre coming from
Its all you ever needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong completely wrong )
Over time you can find a way
Stop looking out for some sign
Theres a place now where you belong
Just to make it right in your mind
Im just trying to make you see
Youre the only one you have to be
Dont be blind, look where youre coming from
Its all you ever needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong completely wrong )
Life has changed but you shouldnt do
Ill remain the same around you
( you got me wrong, completely wrong completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
Dont be blind, look where youre coming from
Its all you ever needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong ) ...
song performed by by Olive
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I Chose to Like My Own Life
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then to do it.
Since many then pretended,
With no identifiable dignity.
Or a pride that had reality.
I chose to live my life right.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading.
With dim light to pass.
I chose to greet the morning Sun.
Feeling a freedom at last.
Like never before I felt could be done.
I opened the door inside of me once closed.
And released my own mind...
To find a truth I could believe,
See and daily breathe.
And wanting more of 'me' exposed.
And I chose to like my own life.
Not finding fault or wrong with it.
Or defending what for me felt right.
What for me I knew existed.
I chose to like my own life to live,
As I do...
To prove,
It is mine to live it as I choose.
And this day I choose to live my life!
And so peaceful do I sleep at night.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading,
Behind an assortment of masks.
With no direction on my path,
Cemented and paved.
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then.
Since many then pretended.
As if that was their task.
And pretending for me,
Has ended.
As clear as unstained glass,
Allows light to pass through it brighter...
With no intention to leave a blemish.
Coming as it does,
To radiate that which lives.
And this day I choose to live my life!
For me...and you too.
To get those deeds we need to do,
Done.
Knowing now we have identified,
And overcomed the fear...
Of liking one another like we like ourselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Alive Lives Lived to Fantasize
How can someone who claims to have faith,
Be quick to express fear?
I'm not understanding that at all.
Nothing about that makes it clear.
Or someone who has insecurities...
Expressing they choose not to comprehend,
Anything...
That will bring a clarity to them.
I don't understand those at all,
Who deny reality.
To say to others within listening distance...
What they see they can not believe.
But deceit they accept,
Without questioning its existence to reject.
And delude themselves they do...
With a resistance to accept the truth.
And everyone wonders why...
A quality of life,
Continues to ride on a downslide.
While keeping alive lives lived...
With wishes to remain completely fantasized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Changed
The world as I saw it as a youth
changed slowly in my mind.
It was warm and kind and friendly,
everything I wished to find.
The warmth of the sun,
never feared.
The kindness of people,
to me endeared.
The friendliness of strangers,
volunteered.
All of this my eyes did see.
The world as I saw it in mid-life
changed quicker in my mind.
It was filled with doubt and sometimes grief,
not something I expected to find.
The insecurities of life,
to me all new.
The losses that occur,
to me so blue.
The threats to harmony,
to me, to you.
All of this my eyes did see.
The world as I see it in riper years
changes not one bit in my mind.
For I've learned through living every day
there is something I can find.
The peace of understanding
that things don't change.
The spirit of humanity
that can rearrange
the acceptance of reality
which is strange.
The illusion of falseness
which tries to derange
everything good that comes your way.
And when we live through our very last day
we find that the only thing that's changed
Are we.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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How Much Is Needed
Most folks wait too late...
As if they have time to borrow,
To live.
And put off until tomorrow,
An opportunity that comes today...
To share in what has been awarded.
But it is delayed...
As if they can afford it!
Only to declare something not done...
Was not.
Because they chose to lock that time away.
To be saved.
Later forgotten and dropped.
How foolish can one be,
To wait to live a life God gave?
As they spend their existence...
Seeking assistance in the collection of trash.
Worthless souvenirs,
Reminisced.
And most of it not wanted.
But sought to leave impressions...
That do not last!
And we hear these confessions,
From the lips of those...
In preparation to pass on!
'Time flies by so quickly...
I wish I had more of it! '
How much is needed...
To always find the time,
To repeat the same wish?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Did The Best They Could
Those who say,
They can not understand...
Why their children lack respect and discipline,
Will always say they did the best they could...
To raise them to be good children.
But the teaching to them to be responsble men,
And women accountable for their actions?
Well...many with children are too busy,
Wanting their children to see them as their friends.
And not examples of adults to set for them.
'And...
How many children do you have? '
None.
'OH?
And you think you can speak on this,
From a position of authority? '
No.
I speak from a position of having peace of mind.
I will never be envious of those emotionally manipulated,
For the rest of their lives.
However...
I have often wanted grandchildren.
'But...
Wouldn't you have to have children FIRST? '
And that one 'detail' alone...
Is the reason why,
I chose to keep my peace of mind.
'It's never too late you know? '
Didn't you just hear me say,
I chose to keep my peace of mind,
Over sitting in a prison cell for the rest of my life?
'No.
I didn't hear that last statement.'
It came to me quickly as a vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting For Them to Come to Life
I agree with you.
However...
What is recognized that 'should' happen,
At this hour...
Had been just as recognizable,
In those hours past.
And that 'urgency' has been smothered,
By a coating of denial.
Sautéed in BS.
And trimmed with a taste to bait delusions.
For the purposes to maintain our appetites,
Kept in sweetened ignorance.
It is recommended we establish patience,
For those hypnotized by incompetency.
And on all levels,
Allow a degrading that has taken place...
To consume any decency that is left.
Now we live in the midst of dwindling stages,
Of pretensions meant!
And waiting for them to come to life.
With the utmost expected tolerance.
Because we are who we say we are.
And not what it is that is reflected.
Since those images we refuse to accept.
And we bet against their existence.
Inspired by:
J.B Poet
Atlanta
'Thank you J.B Poet.
Keep your 'spirit' honest.
And your 'vision' fresh with expectation.'
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfortunately, I ended up kind of getting sadly duped, in a way. I haven't had an agent in 10 years, and now I'm doing some of the most interesting films I've ever had an opportunity to play in.
quote by Daryl Hannah
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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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Bubble Burster
The bubble burster comes to pop those duped.
Hoping those stunned aren't harmed by what is done!
A deception of great magnitude on the horizon comes.
And if beliefs are grounded in loyal faith...
What appears to startle,
Saves those of true faith!
However...
Will shake the foundations of those who are fake!
And easily persuaded to believe...
Those who come are their ancestors.
Adorned with harps and trumpets,
To blare sweet melodies...
Quickly to awaken them,
From lives lived...
That feeds on greed and heartlessness!
These may be 'their' saviors.
However...
They do not come representing 'Thee Savior'.
And those who have sat with undeniable faith...
Can recognize the difference disguised.
There is no boogie woogie bugle boy,
Assigned to make an appearance with God!
Or those who come of true divinity!
These angels ascend from East Heaven.
And do not with darkness descend to the West!
This for some,
Maybe difficult to digest!
Especially those who find comfort,
Hip hopping their religiousness from pews on Sunday!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not In Situations Like These
You must accept,
Keeping your eye on them.
Has loyalty and trust,
Completely close up your suspicions?
Has your luck been jeopardized,
By freely tossed flying lies?
And those folks don't know why they despise,
Or don't.
Their genes have them in motion.
Have you ever been introduced,
By resumé and name?
Latest footsteps you've made.
Where they were laid,
And who was impressed?
And quickly you scan over yourself,
To either approve or make excuses,
About how you are dressed.
'I don't usually look a mess! '
You must accept,
Keeping your eye on them.
Has loyalty and trust,
Completely close up your suspicions?
Probably not.
Not in situations like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passion and vision
There must be some familiarity for passion,
Though much familiarity brings aversion
There must be some distance for vision,
Though too long or too short, it blurs the vision.
24.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cussless
How can I go cussless?
Without expressing,
My temporary fits with upsetness?
It would feel so good,
To release a shhh...
With an it at the end.
Or a fuh...
Off the cuff,
As I sipped a cup of coffee.
It would be so easy to seep,
In a sweetened dipped...
MF-ing S.O.B.
That is Still On Blaze...
To lift a tension freeing my craze!
How can I go cussless?
Will my tongue get rusty,
Laden with crust,
From lack of cussing?
I'm trying hard to control my temperment.
But the events of the day...
Find me tempted with disgust,
To toss four letter words...
From my lips to thrust!
And leave a few of them on many ears with effect.
Instead of telling them I have some gas to pass.
When I'm really wishing,
I could break their necks.
As I ascertain my composure,
Around those assinine.
The ones who could care less...
How I managed to maintain my dignity.
When I leave them saying...
'Kiss my 'rump' and go to heck.'
Jiminy Cricket...
Aw-shucks!
I don't believe I refused to cuss.
*Thank you, Carlo Collodi.
And gosh darnit when I do that...
My back unpacks much stress.
I guess I 'can' go without the cussin'.
*Carlo Collodi...
is the creator of 'The Talking Cricket (ll Grillo Parlante)
which developed into the Walt Disney version
famed as Jiminy Cricket!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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