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Choice Of Tone and Arrogant Demeanor

Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons.

And those who refuse to honor their requests
Are thought to be stand-offish...
With an angering of those that stir up protests,
Against someone who attempts not to get them upset.

And yet it does,
And they do...
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
But the depth of them had not been explored,
To make known.

Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons?

And that one who 'is' direct,
With a giving of an opinion to suggest and recommend...
Is seldom left to leave them without being disrespected.
To anger those...
Yep!
You've guessed it.
By trying to protect their sensitivities.

'It wasn't what you said that offended.
It was your choice of tone and arrogant demeanor.
And we are not accustomed,
To anyone who disregards what we accept.'

~What do you prefer?
Deception? ~

'YES!
We thought to 'you' this would be obvious.
Aren't we charading with the best of our pretentions?
How are you ever going to be one of 'us'? '

~Uh...
I'm clueless.~

'And apparently raw, out of the box and not trained, either! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don't like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don't solicit their opinions or votes.

quote by William Tecumseh Sherman
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Opinions From Them Sent

Don't let that flight in sight needed to catch,
Miss you wishing for a ride...
To clear your eyes from others tripping.
As you are kept mesmerized,
Within their grip.

Don't be afraid to tell some people quickly...
To stay out of of your business.
Since that business that you're in...
Does not accept opinions given.

Don't let that flight in sight needed to catch,
Miss you wishing for a ride...
To clear your eyes from others tripping.
As you are kept mesmerized,
Within their grip.

People always give them...
Those opinions from them sent.
People always give them...
Those opinions from them sent.
People always give them...
Those opinions from them sent.
And loving this they do...
To solicit arguments.

People are fuss-budgets,
Stirring up conflicts to vent.

People always give them,
Those opinions from them sent.
People always give them,
Those opinions from them sent.
People always give them,
Those opinions from them sent.
And loving this they do,
To solicit arguments.

Don't let that flight in sight needed to catch,
Miss you wishing for a ride...
To clear your eyes from others tripping.
People are fuss-budgets,
Stirring up conflicts to vent.

And...
People always give them,
Those opinions from them sent.
People always give them,
Those opinions from them sent.
People always give them,
Those opinions from them sent.
And loving this they do...
To solicit arguments.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wish And Prefer Not Heard

If a solicited opinion is given,
And the one in the right...
Is often placed in the position,
To defend what has been mentioned...
There is a reason why the one that is right,
Prefers a quality of life...
Away from those who have chosen to oppose,
The observation of reality...
Appearing under all noses.
But somehow,
Choose to remain in defense against...
By those opinions they are quick to solicit.
But wish and prefer not heard.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief

I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.

I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.

I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.

And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.

And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Everyone Is Polarized

Not everyone is polarized,
In disguising of their racist and bigoted fits.
It is those with the smallest percentage,
Who declare they represent the interests...
Of the majority of people,
Who resent the attempts made...
To solicit divisions to keep a society,
Split into pieces as if this has benefits.

And those who are adapting,
To have none of this...
With a higher consciousness,
Are the ones perceived to be misfits...
With voices that are silenced,
By those on the left AND right...
Doing their best to protect their dim-witted insights.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I always thought that the badge a cop has was more like the shield that Captain America has. It's an obvious sign of good and something you'll protect other people with, but it will also protect you.

quote by Judd Nelson
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I Am Not A Random Tongue Lasher

I only know what I know.
And the undoing of my experiences,
To appease another's sensitivities...
Will not with me happen.
My honesty I have earned.
And those self evaluations,
For me did not come easy.

If I have to eliminate,
Something for years I have carried on my back.
The chances of that being taken off...
Will be quicker than ears will hear me apologize,
For a comment I've made...
Someone took as a personal attack.

And 'if' I've said anything offensive to anyone?
Trust me they have done something,
Worse to me than that.

I am not a random tongue lasher!
I deliver back what is given.
If I am given garbage...
One will get from me 'that' and lots of trash!

I've learned not to play,
With 'kids' who refuse to leave...
Their outlived but revisited playgrounds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishy Washy Wusses

Those wishy washy wusses don't impress.
Limped wrists wimps...
With nothing more than their pretentions,
To address.
Double talkers who aren't direct.
And using gossip to connect,
As an attempt to express...
Opinions to abuse but amuse few,
Who refuse to show any interest!
The only thing they can leave,
When descending away from doorsteps...
To relieve,
After insulting guests.
Is a resignation,
From choosing to live lives like that...
Not too many can stomach, digest or respect.
And say so behind their shallowed backs!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Did We Get Here?

Some people will go to the extreme,
To get an attention...
Even if the getting of it,
Demeans acceptable standards meant.
And degrades what is valued with intent.
To then dress in costume to heighten the event.
Never to know or grown into adulthood.

And those who eventually become selected to be victimized,
Are usually those who closed their eyes...
Believing themselves unaffected by this.
While innocently allowing the ones to select and pick them,
As dispensable objects to disregard and perform...
Actions to define,
As a sickness a normal mind would not permit.

Then out of the woodwork unsolicited opinions come.
From those intellectual to separate themselves from those,
Created from the same fabric.

'But...
How did we get here? '

~Charading and afraid,
To reveal a parading of masquerades.
With a cherising to protect pretentions made.
And finding it acceptable to mask what is inevitable!

'Seriously...
How did we get here? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hmph...People

Leave me alone.

'Okay,
I will.'

I'm not talking to you.

'I see.
Then...
Who ARE you talking to? '

No one in particular.
It has been a while since I've said it.
And it is refreshing to know,
You weren't offended at all.
I remember the days,
My saying that would upset you.

'Why should I feel offended?
Or upset.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me,
Where I am going? '

What?
Where are you going?

'That's none of your business.
And I'm hoping that doesn't offend.
Now you can practice not getting upset.'

Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
And I'm not a child.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
And what are you laughing about?

'I was only teasing.
I'm not going anywhere.'

Oh yes you are!
You're going to leave me alone.

'Okay,
I will.'

People!
They will do anything to get on your nerves.
Upset?
As if I was that easily provoked!
Hmph...people!

'I heard that.'

Who cares!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Annoyed Beyond Reason

Imposing one's opinions and beliefs,
To enforce upon others without a giving of relief...
Does not leave those impressed,
By something done by another that is wished...
They were prepared to accept as being agreeable,
Or reject as upsetting.
Before such imposition happens,
To soar to heights that leaves a negative taste.

But wait!
There's more.

Some people honestly believe,
Their activities interpretated by some as being obnoxious...
Is a way they can prove,
Not only do they wish others accept their nonsense...
As a thinking process that is correct,
But also is the best from them anyone can get.
Even if others are left annoyed beyond reason and/or explanation,
That affords them an opportunity to express the presence of doubt.

'Why aren't you accepting MY beliefs? '

~Maybe it is because I am comfortable with my own.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diplomacy

Why is it that you...
And others with your point of view,
Believe it is perfectly okay...
To re-appear as you please,
In the lives of those you have dismissed...
As being too direct with their candid honesty,
While making it an additional excuse for you...
To perceive the spoken truth as evil!

What makes you believe,
You and your unresolved issues...
Are sweetened treats,
You will tease others...
By keeping your headaches away.
Today...
People are living with a higher expectation,
To spend their time with others...
In the search for a higher consciousness.

You can decide to go in and out of hiding,
To protect your immature sensitivities...
For the rest of your life!

You can decide that priding your stubbornness,
Excites others into a frenzied curiousity...
To begin to question your whereabouts.

I wish to leave you with this comment made,
Your desire to keep revisiting a mental debilitating outlook...
Is on you!
And is a view only you and others delighting it explore.
But those who are seeking to open closed doors...
And remove locks from their uptight minds,
Are not trying to find ways to move around in darkness.

Many people today,
Are seeking to remove clouds from their visions.
And you apparently...
Will never see the importance to prioritize,
The connecting of those dots!

And yes,
You have taught me a lot...
About diplomacy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suggestions

Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.

Most times folks await,
Suggestions they prefer and like.
And it becomes difficult,
To be both honest and polite...
With someone who tries to define,
My interpretation...
Of what I 'really' meant.
To defy in denial...
With a prepared and customary,
Excuse.

Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.

When I know I am honest in my assessments.
And folks aren't ready for the truth...
Unless it agrees with them.
Only to hear them say back to me,
'What makes you an authority?
Judge and jury? '

My response?
'Years experienced,
In being a complete jackass!
And it becomes easier for me to identify one!
You...
Are still in the midst of development.
And I understand that too! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfinished Notes

I don't do accolades.
Like the ones who do it.
With the giving of them freely.
I've been wounded too many times,
By the telling of explicit truths.

And when I realized this done,
Had been to discourage me...
From my pursuits,
Only then did I become serious.
With a choosing I could prove,
To myself 'first' with a doing.

I needed to achieve my best.
And not leave behind unfinished notes,
I wrote to suggest I made attempts...
To appease the ease of an outgrowing I felt,
Of an accepted mediocrity I knew too well.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Thought You Were Here With Us

Where do you go?
We thought you were 'here'...
With us.

'I was.
But it was 'you' that made it about 'me'.
And not a 'we'.
That's why I must go.
Why I must leave.'

What an attitude to take.

'You are entitled to your opinions.
And with your opinions I do not agree.
You see...
For me to play on a team is significant.
But to point out my achievements,
To incite your jealousies...
Only defeats a collective effort.

And beating up myself,
Is not an assistance from you or anyone,
I need.
That is an experience,
I am trying not to feed.'

Where do you go?
We thought you were 'here'...
With us.

'I 'was' but...
No thank you.
I am not proficient,
In the seeking of my own stagnation.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Aspect of Their Lives Has Been Colorized

Shot, maimed.
Dragged from behind trucks.
And swung randomly from trees.
That is the visual...
I get from 'those' people.
And with me it sticks.
From me it wont leave.

And I remember Katrina,
When these same people...
Were calling 'my' people refugees.
As if they weren't the immigrants...
On land their ancestors illegally stole.
From those who are native!
To instigate intimidation and disrespect.

And I've been told I carry an embitteredness.
I've been told by those I carry a chip on my shoulder,
That I should address.
I've been 'called' and told many things...
By those folks who will not confess,
If it wasn't for people of color...
They would find it difficult to feed themselves.
Or be able to protest,
Whatever those interests are...
They have to defend and protect.

Since every aspect of their lives has been colorized.
And maybe that's why their 'greatness'
IS apparently on the waning side!
And they walk around envious, insecure, unhappy and upset!
Yet...
If it wasn't for those of color,
Their achievements would not have been their best.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Voluntarily Given

Uncovering those things,
Only found to be of interest to you...
With attempts made to share with others,
Believing them to have similar interests too?
May upset when they finally,
Come around to confess...
Their participation was not from a depth felt.
But had only been voluntarily given,
To appease your anticipation.
With a quieting done of your repeated wishes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protect Me From What I Want

Its that desease of the age
Its that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Maybe were victims of fate
Remember when wed celebrate
Wed drink and get high until late
And now were all alone
Wedding bells aint gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now were all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me

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Enlisted to Agitate

How can someone without integrity...
No credibility, discipline and/or deeds done,
To benefit anyone with time spent as an investment!
Be given the time of day?
However...
They do manage to attract the attention.
With opinions about anything and everything,
Given.

As if they have been authorized,
To expresss input with validity!
And they are there in droves.
Reminding those that there are some folks...
Who are enlisted to agitate.
Welcoming volunteers to solicit unhappiness.
Trained to catch those off guard...
And willfully recruited to participate in this infestation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Users United

Played sensitivities,
Have played out...
For those who do it.

Users united,
Have become identified and busted.
And thrown out in the cold,
By those who have not been sold...
Such creatures who leech,
Are givers who reach out...
With unquestionable integrity.

Marketing that has been their difficulty.

Played sensitivities,
Have played out...
For those who do it.

Abusers who use others for what they have.
Appear upon the scene,
When something taken is to be had.

And caring less what is taken is the last thing left.
Users united,
Have become identified and busted.
Leaving nothing behind them but feelings of disgust.
And those who have been repeatedly stung...
Believing there is no one left on Earth for them to trust.

Played sensitivities,
Have played out...
For those who do it.

And those who do it,
Do it to satisfy their own selfish lusts!
Users united...
Have no rights to exercise.
Or lives lived to maximized,
Their sights upon others to deplete.

As if a completed act of leeching,
Is a bittersweet taste that is welcomed...
With open arms one seeks to greet and meet.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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