As Expectations Come To Go
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
Who can look at someone,
And judge what's next?
Who knows what steps taken,
Who be the ones 'that' someone elects?
And who knows what's best for anyone to get done?
Only the one on a path that is chosen...
Can detect what to expect.
From a life lived inspired by tests.
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
And only those with their eyes wide open,
Know better than those who have their eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selected a Collected Vote
The environment,
And what has been chosen...
To exist within it,
Has been done with acknowledgement.
Decisions were made.
Approvals were consented.
Priorities and agendas,
Were by those conscious who directed...
An implemented that cemented!
And for the ones who now protest...
A way of life,
That upsets their expectations...
Can not claim they played follow the leader,
With closed eyes.
As they selected a collected vote,
To ensure and with dates their own isolation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Long Time Ago
Sitting here , all alone
Wondering what to do
Life went faster than the time
I had to achieve the things I had in mind
Their disguise , I see with my eyes
Many things I should have realized
A long time ago , long long time ago
Never changing , ever aging
It drags from day to day
I wish that I had found myself
Before it robbed me of the time
Oh no , oh no
I should have realized
A long long time ago
A long time ago
A long time ago
(break)
Seeing things , open doors
People invited me into
Oh they were so good to me
And always helped me on my way
Then I woke from this dream
Known that I should have realized
A long time ago
Long long time ago
Another day , another way
I dont care what people say
No , I realize that theres no other way for me
Suppose Ill just have to live from day to day
Oh no , oh no
I should have realized
A long long time ago
A long time ago
A long time ago
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Who Else Have You Selected?
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Who else comes to teach...
Lessons taught to instill,
For me to learn?
Who will You deem to be qualified...
To ignite that spark I yearn?
Who comes to confess,
The void in my emptiness they can fulfill.
Who will that be coming not to exhaust,
My patience
To recognize from my eyes...
They have come with God given skills.
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Others have come for shortened visits.
Will You pick someone admired for Yourself?
To have me grieve upon their leaving...
As it seems You have done,
With everyone else.
To see how quickly I can heal...
With just You to turn to,
For a comforting you know appeals!
And after testing my loyalty...
Will You again,
Introduce another someone...
You will have me meet,
Just for me?
Or will You throw upon my path another test?
Just to tease to see if I love You best?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please?
And 'why' do You do this,
To me My Father?
Don't You believe,
I'm deserving of someone...
Not for You to scrutinize.
But a companion who is special...
To meet and satisfy our human needs.
Before You put me through another test,
Who else have You detected...
That I might select,
Just for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you do a writing job for a studio, one of the things you want to do is satisfy the expectations of your employer. That's a little bit different than when you sit down and write something to satisfy yourself, because then you're the employer.
I Saw The Light
(wally bryson/eric carmen)
Good friends
Book ends
Solitaire for two
Till she was leaving
I never really knew
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized
Theres a knock on the door
Then youre home forever more
And now that youre here
There is nothing to fear
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her.
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Great Expectations
Youre sittin in your seat
And then you stand and clutch your breast
Our music drives you wild along with the rest
You watch me singing this song
You see what my mouth can do
And you wish you were the one I was doing it to
And you watch me playin guitar
And you feel what my fingers can do
And you wish you were the one I was doing it to
Well, listen
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youre dying to be seen
And you wave and call my name
But in the day it seems that Im a million miles away
You watch me beatin my drum
And you know what my hands can do
And you wish you were the one I was doing it to
Well, listen
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Then you feels these eyes from the stage
And you see me staring at you
And you hear between the lines, my voice is calling to you
Well, listen
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations, do you want to play the role
Youve got great expectations, youd even sell me your soul
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations
Youve got great expectations, do you want to play the role
Youve got great expectations, youd even sell me your soul
Youve got great expectations, as long as you can play the role
Youve got great expectations
song performed by by Kiss
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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Magnified Chrystal Balling
Boys play.
And in play...
A bravado is accepted.
And willfully on constant display.
With a show of fearlessness shown,
By the one selected and chosen to lead.
And that one accustomed to getting things done,
Has to express independence and confidence.
Sometimes at the risk of exposing a humanness.
And achieving less than those observing,
From the sidelines expect.
When doubts about direction begin to be expressed.
This upsets,
Those with victories to achieve on their breaths.
Tight lipped bravery is what arnchair warriors respect.
But emotions one dares to expose on one's sleeve,
Contradicts a magnified Chyrstal balling.
Appalling those wishing to see,
Confetti and cheering with smiles in magazines.
'Has he been up to the task,
Is all that matters.
Who amongst you have dug the ditches,
Or crawled through trenches...
To affect expectations? '
Boys play.
And in play...
A bravado is accepted.
And willfully on constant display.
With a show of fearlessness shown,
By the one selected and chosen to lead.
In play!
War...
Or in peace to keep unthreatened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Wide Open
Here it comes, here comes another day
Another decision on the way
Well here it comes, here comes a covered display
of preferences to make
Well here it comes, here comes a knock on the door
Open it for an opportunity
Well here it comes, here comes another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
'n there it was, it was a perfect take
and were you asleep or awake
There it was, it was a perfect time
to speak your mind
'n there it was, it was a chance of a lifetime
It flew right by and what did you do?
Well there it was, it was another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
I've got my eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
Because you never know
what you might see...
song performed by by King Crimson
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MY Toys
I have instructed someone else,
To play with MY toys!
'Instructed?
Why don't you just give them your toys? '
I want it understood that they are mine...
When and IF I decide I want them back.
'Why 'those' toys? '
Gee...
I hadn't thought of it.
I guess the real reason is...
Those were the only toys they selected.
AND...
I now find that myself to be strange.
Because...
IF they had 'not' selected 'those' toys...
I would have given them away,
Anyway.
I hate to be intruded upon!
Especially by those making demands,
With high expectations.
Oh well...
My mind goes 'cuckoo' on me sometimes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Selected What It Was To Be Picked?
The one thing I dislike,
About those who say...
They don't have what they want.
Or have things their way!
When they always seem to be surrounded,
By what exists as they sit to complain about it!
These are my questions...
Who selected what it was to be picked?
And in the picking done...
How many were witnessed,
To be unconscious of this?
And no one wants to admit...
They chose with eyes opened,
The path selected and the consequences.
Unless that too was done,
With an overdoing of pretentiousness.
Many love in the doing but can't remember it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Waving but Drowning
I was to far out further than anyone should be, I screamed for help but they were silenced by the waves so no one could hear my cries
I was to far out further than anyone should be, and I looked to you for help but you didn't see that, you thought I was splashing and having fun but I wasn't I was drowning and you didn't even notice
I was to far out further than anyone should be, I started to become restless as the waves toppled over me and as the sun beat down I realized the end was near and I was tired of fighting, so I closed my eyes and let the waves take me away but by the time you realized something was wrong it was already to late, I was already gone
I was to far out further than anyone should be, not waving but drowning, looking back on it all you finaly seen that I wasn't splashing and having fun but that I needed help
Sadly by the time you realized all of this you were laying a rose on my coffin
poem by Erin Tejeda
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To Leave A Selected Few Believing
People are trying to understand,
The process of life and death.
With a more comprehension,
To help ease their demands.
And expectations that can be anticipated...
With an acceptance projected to instill interest.
.
But to what are they comparing,
This process of life to?
Since no one can say,
They have the facts that exist.
And can reveal them to prove!
Although destruction of it,
Has been permitted as witnessed.
Life is to be lived as is given unconditionally.
Not to be created unsuccessfully...
Through the use of test tubes.
With a dismissing of this 'majesticness'...
For a foolish marketing of eternal mortality!
To leave a selected few believing,
A 'forever' in a changing Universe is in their reach!
And they have been chosen as 'special' entities.
For a bliss to live in their concept of perfectness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What 'Is' Tasteless?
What 'is' tasteless?
Hmmm...
Let's see.
Someone attempting to define it,
For others.
And in doing so trys to determine,
What is appropriate etiquette...
To then demand what IS or IS NOT,
Accepted taste.
As if a quorum has delegated,
What will or will 'not' take place.
'But that is not deciding what 'is' tasteless.
That is censorship.'
Hey...
When someone wants to limit,
Anyone's exposure to what is available...
With an infliction of restrictions,
They, who select themselves as judge and jury...
Make those choices amongst themselves,
For fear of raising a consciousness.
'But...
Isn't that ignorance? '
No!
I don't think so.
I would think that would be called...
A preference to ignore reality.
'Well...
It is all quite immature to me.'
And neither are you judge or jury.
You have not been qualified,
To be among the selected few!
Your time has 'yet' to arrive to decide,
Just how broad someone's eyes are allowed to open.
And how wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Were Raised Like That
I hope you're not thinking,
I'm exploring my aggression.
With thoughts of me
As a misfit in your head...
Fitting better as an impression,
To satisfy your possessed obsession.
Your fantasies of seeing me displeased,
By limitations perceived to anger...
Are images imposed upon you by those,
In need of professional mental sessions.
I am not one seeking acceptance for my steps,
Or one to correct selected speech regretted!
Long before I came to knock on your door...
I was taught to respect and that is what I expect,
With nothing more to show than my very best.
And I am not messed up about it!
I can prove I can be quite the fool,
If ever you doubt it.
But you will use that to stab me in the back...
With an attraction that appeals,
Because you were raised like that!
I've become too wise,
Not to see disguise in your eyes.
You will not catch me by surprise
By notoriety I deserve that became your prize!
Because you were raised like that!
Turning truths into lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reputation is fine but you have to keep justifying it. In a sense, it makes it harder because people's expectations of you are higher. So, you have to fulfill those expectations. Or, try to exceed those expectations. But, it becomes more difficult as time goes on.
quote by Derek Jacobi
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Common Denominator
You do the math.
A selected lifestyle,
Continuing to upset...
The very same people,
Who have chosen that life to accept...
With little done to improve what displeases
Are vocal with their pities weeped.
Never have they been given looks of disrespect,
From those they rejected,
As being less and many steps below them.
No one they dejected,
Felt of themselves better off than the rest.
And if observed,
It would appear those upset...
Direct their eyes upon those who have chosen happiness,
As their common denominator...
Over bling and shiny things to impress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Few Exceptions To Debate
Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!
I never wished my steps babied.
Like, maybe, some suspect!
I was raised to be responsible.
With a respect to protect.
I remember my mother saying...
'Care less what names you are called.
Do as I expect!
And that is all.'
My sisters and I were taught this,
From the time we could talk and crawl.
It was the kind of love that did not smother.
Or keep us sheltered,
Behind restricting walls.
There were expectations.
With few exceptions to debate.
Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!
But nothing has come to this man easy.
Oh, I've felt the queasies in my stomach.
And threw up more than I admit!
I've learned it takes effort to get around,
Those who have missions to knock me down.
To cripple my abilities to get up and stand.
But no clues do I give to tease.
In regards to that strength kept inside of me.
Nor who it is that I am...
That makes me stand tall,
With an arrogance that is grand!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It took me a long time to get selected as an astronaut. In fact, I applied for 20 years before I was selected.
quote by John L. Phillips
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Glimpse of Heaven 1365
Who catches glimpse of heaven drawing nigh
expectations entertains, cannot
live in half-light, cuts past's gordian knot
imprisonning soul's spirit, inner eye.
No compromises ever satisfy
expectations that reject shame's blot,
secondary lot where half forgot
convictions wither, fade, or atrophy.
Hesitation equals living lie
most men accept to ease their daily rot,
simplification, time-trap, once bolt's shot
try who will, few find wings which help fly.
Thus when two meet, their differences dissolve,
harmony Earth's mysteries may solve.
(7 March 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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