Bleakness Sweetened
Rotated monotony,
Gives hope to those
Unable to free
From perceptions linked,
To suppressions endeared.
It is clear,
Induced fear is addicting.
Like complaints self inflicted,
Creates sickening attachments.
A bleakness sweetened,
By restricted teases!
Publicly denounced...
But granted underhanded.
An authorization allowed,
Yet unspoken!
And those choosing to break free...
Are watched!
Inciting an escalating anger!
How dare they ignore the fine print,
To obey...
And remain 'hooked' to crooked addendums!
Did they not 'see' the We in 'one for all'?
Who stalled their dosage of medication?
This leak will lead to a travesty!
Who are these independent thinkers?
And where have they found the courage,
To justify their thought process?
They are not stressed or under duress?
Arrest them for...
Exposing clarity!
And censor ideals they have immediately.
'This' society will continue to be duped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Oneself At All Times
I've been protected by deceivers.
And they did not know it.
Since they attempted to convince others,
As to who they believed I was...
That doing allowed me to be free.
Free to be the me I am.
And those who had deceived,
Are the ones today being watched closely.
I call this my method of...
Being oneself at all times.
It never fails,
Whatever the perceptions.
Leaving those who are close,
Kept even closer.
People have a way,
Of expressing their beliefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Restricted Detriment
Your wishes to remove my thoughts...
Are as ridiculous,
As your demands to shut one's lips.
Or have someone produce something less offensive...
So you would be pleased with it.
But you are not the keeper of another's experience.
And your desire to censor one's speech...
Comes to your restricted detriment.
Found by many,
To be out of touch with reality.
With perceptions removed from common sense.
Enforcing a limitation to degrade a creativity.
Is a pointless action taken.
And the actual power you have no one questions.
Is to remain stagnant in a stench that reeks.
With a demented agitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Gives You Courage
Without fear there cannot be courage
Fear drives the unthinkable out of us
What gives you courage when there is none?
What gives you courage to get out of bed?
What gives you courage to drive when you know it's dangerous?
What gives you courage to succeed?
What gives you courage to survive?
What gives you courage to strive?
People have courage to live for their children
People have courage to live for themselves
People have courage to live for hope
People have courage because they believe
People have courage to not give up
Fear is not the essence of life
But a free soul not tamed
Courage is the journey of your heart
Guided by strength
On a path of untamed obstacles
Let courage guide you
As you begin your quest
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Poetically Speaking, Of course.
Let me make this clear.
As best as I can express it!
Without premeditative doubts.
And a conscious free of wonder,
Of your thought process.
Prior to meeting you...
I did have a life.
And choosing it with a peace of mind too!
Far removed from agitation.
Let me make this clear.
As best as I can express it!
Without premeditative doubts.
And a conscious free of wonder,
Of your thought process.
'If' for some reason or circumstance,
You should suddenly disappear!
Eyewitnessed with a 'poof'...
Making you totally invisible!
That life I had prior to meeting you,
With that peace I mentioned?
Would increase.
Quickly!
And you...
Would not exist!
Even as a memory.
Poetically speaking,
Of course!
I'm sure something more instant will occur,
To deprive this creative spirit I now share!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dare Speak Me
Words don't roll off my tongue
Prefer being lodged in my throat
Tickle, Consciousness pricking
Fear induced swallows of Constricted truth
Dare I speak/ What would the world say
Dare I speak/ What would the world think
Naked thought aint' exactly P.C.
Honesty usually isn't policy's best
Especially choosing irony outlined boundaries
Hypocritical VERBS metamorphosis
Stuck, Awaiting liberation
Dare I Speak Me? ? ?
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Just A Slave
Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
Independent in thought.
But dependent instead.
Just a slave and hooked,
To all that is that has been known.
To all that has been shown and is...
Makes the escape,
Seem an impossibility to free from needs.
And those beliefs fed to feed one fleeing.
Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
Independent in thought.
But dependent instead on what one's mind,
Has been taught to seek.
And branded to lust for those temptations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envelop Yourself
Break free you must!
And shatter the shell of enclosure.
An investment of breath is wasted.
This life you'd like to keep...
Stale as the crumbs of it nibbled.
Heaps upon you complaints attracted.
You from them can not detach!
A match is found in a comfortness.
And that comfort has lead,
To your welcomed stress.
That has distanced a desired happiness.
Perceptions you have that it will come if you wait...
Like a patience adopted for something disliked,
But tolerated...
And perhaps even hate!
What else have you convinced yourself...
And determined about your fate?
That something special will come to you?
Because you sacrifice your life like you do?
Get real and envelop yourself,
With a selection of developed escapades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unspoken
There's so many things
I'd like to say, but I can't not today.
So many things unspoken.
It leaves me tired and broken.
I'm so afraid you'll think me a joke,
if of these things I spoke.
Unspoken they remain,
feeling that I cannot explain.
I'm exausted from refrain.
To you I don't dare complain.
If to you these words were spoken.
I fear that you would leave me broken.
Then I'd definetley feel like croakin.
Unspoken these things will remain,
and there's no one to be blamed.
For I think we both feel ashamed,
of these things I cannot explain.
So forever they shall remain unspoken
poem by Michael McParland
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I'm fine, but I'm bipolar. I'm on seven medications, and I take medication three times a day. This constantly puts me in touch with the illness I have. I'm never quite allowed to be free of that for a day. It's like being a diabetic.
quote by Carrie Fisher
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St. Anger
St anger 'round my neck
St anger 'round my neck
He never gets respect
St anger round my neck
You flush it out, you flush it out
St anger 'round my neck
You flush it out, you flush it out
He never gets respect
F**k it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these darck aset
I need a voce to leat my self
To let my self go free
F**k it all and f**kin' no regerts
I hit the lights on these darck sets
Medallion noose, I hang myself
St anger 'round my neack
I feel my world shake
like an erth qake
It's hard to see clear
Is it Me? Is it fear
I'm madly in anger with you
And i want my anger to be heathy
And i want my anger just for me
And i need my anger not to control
And i want my anger to be me
and i need to set my anger free
SET IT FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
song performed by by Metallica
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Phobia of Me
bouncing around inside my head
trying to escape this feeling
the feeling of anger and fear
so intense my mind is reeling
break free soon or end up brain dead
voices say what no one else hears
anger at myself for not knowing
anger at the world for not caring
i used to be happy and care free
now i can feel the anger growing
taking control, its over bearing
stress builds up as i try to leave me
fear of losing you overwhelms
i cant take the intensity
it hurts to think, let alone straight
i cant stop, my own private hell
worrying over you and me
fear destroys as i sit and wait
anger and fear eats away at me
making it hard to breathe
and concentrate on livng normally
as i try to hide my phobia of me
poem by Katey Farmer
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Quick Lived Whims
And here we are...
Concerned that aliens from outer space,
Will someday come to invade our way of life.
As if our barbaric perceptions,
Would be envied by any being who can travel...
Faster than light from distant stars,
Can reach our self centered existence.
We remain fearful of that which has supreme intelligence.
Just like we become suspicious of an independent,
Thought process.
People are programmed to detest a 'smart ass'.
Or someone that is direct.
And yet we take for granted the very Earth we leech on.
Not realizing...
We are being consumed by it.
Not the other way around!
And every aspect of its magnificence...
Allows us to believe what we wish!
With that 'message' missing...
From our need to self indulge those quick lived whims.
That have come to feed the amusement,
Of this living Earth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Although I never publicly defended promiscuity, I never publicly attacked it. I attempted to avoid the subject, in part because I felt, and often still feel, unable to live up to the ideals I really hold.
quote by Andrew Sullivan
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The Eyes
Rest Master, for we be a-weary, weary
And would feel the fingers of the wind
Upon these lids that lie over us
Sodden and lead-heavy.
Rest brother, for lo ! the dawn is without !
The yellow flame paleth
And the wax runs low.
Free us, for without be goodly colours,
Green of the wood-moss and flower colours,
And coolness beneath the trees.
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing monotony
Of ugly print marks, black
Upon white parchment.
Free us, for there is one
Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old knowledge of thy books:
And we would look thereon.
poem by Ezra Pound
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For Me You Are…………
Building the wall of confidence, all around my ribs
Inspiring, when am alone, even in noise
Showing me, the fairy way, when I get confused
Hauling me from, those atrocious affairs, that matters
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
Pursuing illusion, enlightening my life
Reaching, as a shadow at the time of tide
Intimacy, in the dream that comes into my mind
Yielding smile at my labor, creating zeal at my failure
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
At every insult and every admire
Youth mind, mine even if retires
Occupying for me, the seat of mentor
Uprooting all solitary despairs
Aspiring not to be worry, else to fear
Reinforcing skeleton by self-esteem of yours
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
Enriching my each moment, being even so bare
Animating my life, that anyone can't imagine
Nursing me, to special from alone
Grasping me in the midst of up and down
Enlivening those deadly postures of dreams
Lightening by a heavy power as thunderstorm
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
Forgiving me for each-every mistakes done
Organizing such beautiful ceremonies
Rearranging me, trying to make me genuine
My life you are, I can't remain alone
Eagerly, have awaited for you, oh my feminine!
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
poem by Nibedit Nahak
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Harmony With Darkness
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
And sip on agonies that leave you drained.
The dripping of them from your lips...
Disappoint with those expectations,
You neither receive nor get!
From the exposure of it!
It is clearly known you want this shown.
While secluding your delusions.
Although standards you maintain...
Have strained relationships,
You once had gained.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness!
A tune sung and kept reminisced.
You are in harmony with darkness!
And plugged you are...
Right into it!
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
That you alone have invited into your home.
And it is kept pampered like a loyal devoted pet.
One you expect to shower you with misery.
From Sunrise to Sunset!
You are in harmony with darkness.
And you've name it 'Eminent'.
Isn't it...
Eminent?
You are in harmony with darkness.
And it is permanently,
Un-resisted.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness,
Is permanently un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Oh oh oh oooh!
In harmony with darkness.
Eminent,
Isn't it!
Your harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intentional
No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.
Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.
With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.
This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
It is all quite intentional.
'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How It Has Been Depicted
That which can not be envisioned,
In a mind yet unable to see clearly...
A defending of that,
Which increases in limitation...
Becomes more depended upon,
To supply one with a needed relief.
With an attachment to that,
Which has been declared acceptable.
Until it no longer is comforting to do it.
Or a proving that deception is useless.
And a belief that has been inflicted,
Will always be defended.
And that is as natural...
As one being offended,
By that which is unknown.
Until the unknown becomes no longer feared.
And to fear that which is unfamiliar,
Is a process that continues to deform the 'norm'...
Of one's ability to see beyond a conformity,
That demands a following of perceptions.
Kept intact and respected as fact.
Although the effects of rejecting truth,
Can not be said to provide a wealth of mental health.
Or sustains a faith so great one chooses,
To stay and remain uninformed.
Not for what truth is but how it has been depicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Me From Your Teases, Please
Free me from your teases, please.
No longer can I hide inside,
That exposed exterior side I show.
You are chipping away at it.
And I'm noticing how I can not resist.
Something you do keeps me anticipating...
A boost of the 'giddy'
That begins to reveal my insecurities.
Stop it and dropp this teasing done to me!
Free me from your teases, please.
You make me uncomfortable.
And I know this you can see.
I can not look you straight in your eyes.
You're doing something to me,
And I am caught by surprise.
Why have you picked me to do this to?
I am not a piece of putty,
Or wish to you to be glued!
Free me from your teases, please.
I will not be your next choice,
To play the fool for you.
Unless you give me a sign or a clue...
You are serious to pursue,
The depths of my lust!
And how you and I can keep that thrusting!
On a daily basis with touches we trust...
Belong to just us!
I can be discreetly sleazy.
Expect that to please...
And end your teases to meet your needs.
I can and will deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saddled
No one consciously wishes to admit it.
Not publicly anyway.
That many today appear sane and normal.
While taking doses of medication,
That is difficult to detect...
When one is effectively expressing.
Yet hidden is a mind defective.
Mentally crippled and stressed.
Unnoticed but spilled from sick lips,
Are accusations against those innocent.
With wishes to dismiss their own afflictions...
Although seeking to be accepted openly,
While in the process of sharing...
Their saddled addictions.
And soliciting to do this...
As if everyone should agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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