Complexity and Yet a Basicness
Complexity,
And yet a basicness...
Seem to be prerequisites,
For those who claim to have preferences.
Standards one likes,
To highlight and prioritize...
Are always ever changing,
As the skies are at sunrise.
And attitudes of those,
Who accuse others of a moodiness.
Are never consistent,
Or in a permanence that is totally set.
Being both flexible and able to bend,
Is the best outlook to have.
Especially if one is dealing with people...
Who are rigidly fixed in their judgements passed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing More Nor Is There Anything Less
I am quite simple.
And I guess in that basicness,
There is a complexity some wish to see.
I have no hidden agenda.
No ego to massage.
I too concern myself,
With a degrading quality of life.
I wish I had powers to make that right.
But I don't.
Nor will I let that be assumed...
I enforce 'visions' like that in my mind.
To occupy and absorb.
As if I allow that room.
I am quite simple.
And I guess in that basicness,
There is a complexity some wish to see.
I acknowledge I am a writer.
But I express that done,
With the best of my ability!
And nothing more,
Nor is there anything less...
Will I confess,
Satisfies or gratifies that constant need.
Whether or not that is understood by others.
I understand it!
And somehow...
That is all I need to know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thinking I Was There to be The Only One!
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But they were not demonstrative.
And no one ever strayed...
To betray what they had together.
Who gave what and why is the question.
And who learned what lesson from this?
'You all are being too delusional'.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Mixed with preferences that are dated and timed.
These are new visions on the horizon,
Of my sunset?
And I'm a one on one kind!
With prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
At the same time?
'Poppa don't arch his back for that! '
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But for him.
Not for the whims she dared to expose.
I never thought I would think of her,
As a cheap 'ho'!
And There I stood.
Hiding in the bushes while another man,
Made her squeal louder than I could.
Louder than a man's man can.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Thinking I was there to be the only one!
Thinking no one like me could do her.
'And then...
Like a miracle,
You found your ass awakened!
Right? '
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You cannot avoid making judgements but you can become more conscious of the way in which you make them. This is critically important because once we judge someone or something we tend to stop thinking about them or it. Which means, among other things, that we behave in response to our judgements rather than to that to which is being judged. People and things are processes. Judgements convert them into fixed states. This is one reason that judgements are often self-fulfilling.
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The Burden. The Weight
To insinuate to others,
A participation one claims...
That does not take place,
Is an intended deception.
And those lead to believe,
One has received benefits...
From one who lies of it.
Has accepted to depict,
With judgements passed...
An ungrateful, self-centered,
Ego-centric...
Has done this awful task.
And they play into the hands,
Of one familiar with charades.
And,
Of course...
Those with perceptions fixed,
Aren't told the truth since this would conflict...
With the image,
Of who has been carrying...
The burden.
The weight...
And the staying up late.
As has been the custom of one who produces...
Consistent innovative creations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finding That Pride In Accomplishment
The offerings are there,
To appease our growing need...
Feeding those ever changing sensibilities.
And each of them are teased constantly,
With an ever increasing boredom!
Then unconsciously,
We accuse our children...
Of not being able to focus,
With a priority to get at least 'something' done.
Finding that pride in accomplishment!
As we justify our sitting to reminisce,
The basicness of a youthfulness spent...
Entirely on being evasive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prompted To Make Their Selections
If they were not pushed with insistence,
To have their druthers more defined.
And their preferences were not limited,
To confine them to prior choices made...
People would be quicker to choose happiness,
Over making impressions for others to approve...
Anyday and at anytime,
Without being prompted to make their selections,
From a list that had already been decided,
Were required prerequisites for the obtaining of it.
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Daring To Be Self Righteous
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And we weren't judging the depth taken,
Of someone's moral fiber dipped in decadence.
From a point of view that criticizes,
While we live our own hypocritical lives...
Daring to be self righteous,
As we all continue to patronize the height of sleaze.
And doing our best to climb that ladder with ease.
With a feeling to be entitled.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
Although when publicized publicly...
There is a need instantly to defend a discipline,
That does not exist.
And when someone admits to us what we can kiss,
Immediately we become appalled.
With a wish to censor the innocence of 'children'...
Who are directly marketed to be as filthy as possible,
With the consent of all claiming to be 'trendy' and progressive.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And there was a benefit to our pretentions,
That were not so obviously seen cracking at the seams.
And our motives were not so obviously confused,
With a making of sense that today is nonexistent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Life Do You Live?
Most people are so unaccustomed to speak the truth.
For many of them...
This is all they know.
A tradition of sorts.
Passed through the family,
As common as gas is passed.
With each scent identified by the doer.
~Women 'poot' they do not fart! ~
Well...
I knew a few women who 'stank'!
And it didn't matter who 'pooted' or farted.
Or if that even made the difference.
For those of them who are like that!
~Focus.
Stay focused, please.~
And,
If they began to become forthright and honest...
Most people would lose their friends.
Jeopardizing relationships of all kinds.
And many of them would end.
~Like marriages?
Perhaps? ~
While others would lose complete identities.
Since those lives lived have been totally prefabricated.
~Why are you staring at me?
Which life do you live? ~
My own!
And without references.
Preferences, yes!
But...
Without references!
~Why are you staring at me? ~
'Cause you all up in my 'grill'
Like you belong in it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much More Than Just a Visit
Leave the scene,
With beliefs unchanged.
Unaccepting what is seen....
Prematurely!
By those declaring themselves,
With a normality they claim is sane.
And a reality fixed that upsets,
Does not weaken...
By the rejection of it.
Or mundane debates...
Determining if its existence,
Should or should not take place.
Everyone eventually pays,
For the presence of it that goes ignored.
Or the people shunned who persist to live uplifted,
By a higher consciousness...
Making a meaning,
Much more than just a visit.
An arrival comes with a permanence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overhearing How They Are From Others
Why do some people hold grudges,
And maintain negative attitudes...
Towards others who may not remember them.
Or may be a close friend,
Of the one innocently victimized?
This makes little sense.
But there is a reality of this in existence.
And many people have not met,
The ones they dislike and disrespect.
Just 'overhearing' how they are from others,
Is enough for some to pass their judgements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Tidbits
I wouldn't call them preferences.
That's too severe!
I would call them 'fresh tidbits'!
Anything that adapts to adjustments made,
To my ever changing fantasies.
Preferences are too unstable,
And subject to scrutiny!
Don't you think?
'You're a 'tiddlywinker'...
And I'm more into dominoes'.
As if 'that' should make sense? !
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh What A Relief Appears
Ironically enough,
The ones who had criticized...
The others tiredlessly exhausting themselves,
From Sunrise until night.
For all to acknowledge and recognize,
Something done has been finally done right...
Have yet to be the ones to produce.
But instead have proven,
Their enthusiasm to critique is what they best do.
Leaving those who have had judgements upon them passed,
To live happily and distanced...
From people like this who insist they have a better prescription,
With a dropping of their actions to start...
A happiness that is!
And oh...
What a relief appears,
Without a plopping to flop to fizz.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ones Considered Once On 'Abnormal' Missions
It wasn't that long ago...
When those who regarded themselves,
Normal...
Would campaign openly against,
Those perceived as strange and individual.
Because those who did not accept,
Their restricted visions...
Were made to feel like lepers.
Who had abnormal missions.
Well, well, well...
Here we are in twenty ten.
And the ones with those 'abnormal' missions...
Seem to be more than quite normal to me.
They were the ones watching their diets and exercising.
Meditating and speaking of a higher consciousness.
And those who once lived self righteous lives,
As they passed their judgements...
While making the 'weird' ones singled out to despise.
Seem today the ones totally crazed.
The ones now wishing to get away from those like themselves.
As the ones considered once on 'abnormal' missions...
Wishing to keep their peace and distance.
With the hope those of high moral 'standards'...
Do not find them to taint!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Should I Set Myself To Limits?
I've revealed so much of me.
Some of it seems fantasy.
And as a writer,
I've always sought the truth.
With the keeping of content,
Honestly pursued.
And there are some experiences,
I have had to yet expose.
There are 'some' things I will not reveal...
Even though some mouths will open,
To never again be closed.
I've known there has been an aspect of my life,
That will highlight my creative abilities.
And because of that I am not uptight.
I know there will be those who will impose their beliefs.
That is why I've chosen to uncover...
This side of my life with no regrets to keep discreet.
'What about your 'sexuality, Lawrence? '
Sometimes I like it.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes sex bores.
And other times it wont.
And at my age preferences get old.
I've known the heat of passion.
And I've known some shoulders,
That were frozen cold.
Sex is sex.
I don't regard it as something I do best.
And today people lay with whomever they choose.
And 'if' I am to knock boots...
My sexuality will not be abused.
Hey,
What can I say?
Whatever is controversial,
I will test that too!
'So what are you saying?
You are also gay? '
If it's in the mix...
Why should I set myself to limits?
What sex is a tree?
I can be seen hugging them all the time.
And yet,
Not one of them...
Has confessed to having preferences.
And have accepted my presence,
Without trying to pry to see what's in my mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So what we have tried to do in our later buildings is to try to be completely consistent, as a painter is consistent or as a sculptor is consistent. Architecture also must be very consistent.
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This growth in the number, speed of formation, permanence, delicacy and complexity of associations possible for an animal reaches its acme in the case of man.
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The intellectual evolution of the race consists in an increase in the number, delicacy, complexity, permanence and speed of formation of such associations.
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Men at a distance, who have admired our systems of government unfounded in nature, are apt to accuse the rulers, and say that taxes have been assessed too high and collected too rigidly.
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In Moods Consistent With The Times
Sometimes it is best,
Not to express feelings...
Of being elated on a daily basis.
Since some people who nurture,
Their bad attitudes persistently...
And...
In moods consistent with the times,
Would prefer to think...
Those who make attempts,
To display no contempt outwardly...
Are actually the ones out of their minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most of nature is inherently chaotic. It's not rigidly determined in the old sense. It's not rigidly predictable.
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