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Conditioned to Have Patience

If you dislike what you see...
At least you have options.
You can turn around and leave.

I don't like what I see or hear...
Breathe, taste, confront or made to tolerate,
On a daily basis.

I've been conditioned to have patience.
And to believe that the 'afterlife'...
Is abundant for me in opportunity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Sure You Hadn't Thought About That

I do not want to hear from you,
A detail description of your miseries...
Constantly.

I want to hear you pleased...
About 'something'!
At least give me that opportunity,
To build upon my own happiness.

And since I am around you,
On a daily basis...
Even a little bit of joy you leave,
Would give me a 'hint'...
You have 'some' feelings for me!

To be be greeted by a smile,
Would jolt me into a good mood...
Every once in a while.
And I am sure you hadn't thought about that?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golden Opportunity

(ian hunter)
The kids are ok
Theyre telling you now
But youre letting them down
Cause you just dont know how
And its a golden opportunity
Im spinning in space
Im laughing away
Your so pathetic
I can just hear them say
Its like a golden opportunity
You better hear it
See hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
Get near it
Its a golden opportunity
We reckon theyre rats
Now see how they run
My house is so common
And were dumb were so dumb
And its a golden opportunity
Scream all you suckers
Scream all you can
Im losing my bluff
Its a scam its a scam
And its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it hear it
Its like a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it hear it
Its like a golden opportunity
Alright!
You better hear it hear it
Hear it hear it
Its a golden opportunity
Hear it
Hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it
Its a golden opportunity
(fade)

song performed by by Ian Hunter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Afterlife

Do you believe in the afterworld
Or the afterlife?
Do you agree there's a place for us
Beyond our life
Where the timeless call for life
Is lost and you will see
The forgotten dreams
That you once had become reality

They will be set free - another day
You cannot leave if you do not want to stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife

Life's a dream that you will forget
In the endless space
And the scars you got on planet Earth
Will be erased
You were blind until your eyes have stopped to see
And your powers unfold by the moment
You hit eternity

You will be set free
But you'll never return
That's the price you have to pay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife

Now you're gone without a word
You didn't say goodbye
I miss you here where are you now
An angel in the sky?
Your visit here has been so short
You left to be set free
But I believe we'll meet again
And together we will stay

In the afterlife - in the afterlife
In the afterlife - in the afterlife

song performed by by Gamma Ray
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Yesterday When I 'Had' Patience

One moment, please.
I think we have a bad connection.
Let me repeat what you just said...
Since I 'know'
I did not hear you clearly.

You expect me,
To tolerate and put up with 'your' nonsense?
To quietly sit and listen to the issues you have,
With your family, their families...
Your neighbors' comments made to you.
And...
My recommendations you dislike.
Because I am not 'sounding' as if I am on your side?

AND when I seek 'your' candid advice...
You find it convenient not to be available,
Because I take up your time?
And you tell me...
I should find less of 'me' in my mind?

Hold up!

I think this connection has crossed the line.
And needs to cease.
If you hear dial tone...
Do not call me back.
From you I am seeking some deep quality peace.

Listen,
Yesterday when I 'had' patience...
And hear this very carefully.
I gave you time and I remember that.
Today I have none!
You have exhausted your free minutes.
And I suggest you kick the cat or 'something'.
But don't bother me.

Find less of 'you' in your mind!

(Click! Conversation over with)

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learning To Breathe

Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your risin' sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
So this is a way, that I say I need You
This is a way
This is a way
That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Hello, good morning, how you been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that
Never knew that I could hurt this bad
I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
These abundant skies
Yeah, abundant skies, yeah
This is a way that I say I need You
This is a way that I say I love You
This is a way that I say I'm Yours
This is a way
This is a way
That I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
(Leaning to breathe)
I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
(Living again, awake and alive)
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
(I'm dyin')
Yes I'm dying to breathe in
(I'm dyin')
These abundant skies
These abundant skies, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm learning to breathe
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Hello, good morning, how you do?
How you do?
How you do?
Breathe

song performed by by Switchfoot
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Romantacized

You have romantacized me,
Right out of your life.
I am not here to fulfill your whims.
Or guarantee,
The longevity of my smile.
Or my need to have us up in each other's face.
On a daily basis.
My dislike for leftovers,
Should provide a hint!
I don't do them...
Often.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Want This?

'Do you want this?
Come and get it.'

I slept with dreams.
And awakened as if they existed.
I awakened as if...
In my hands I held them.
To realize and never to let them drift.

'You want this?
What makes you think,
It will be made easy...
For you to touch and get.'

And I began to taste my dreams,
To me fed on a daily basis.
Years of impatience I knew too well.
Rushing to succeed...
Had me stumbling to fall.
I hated being teased.

'Do you or do you 'not' want this?
How else do you expect to get it? '

I could not shut that voice within up.
It seemed to taunt and I was beginning to have enough.
And then...
A process began within me slow.
Although my dreams and wishes would not let me go.
They were there holding onto me too tightly.

Slowly I began to seek teachings needed.
Gritting my teeth to qualify my desires.
And then one day I did awaken validated.
Feeling with a patience quite surprised.
And accepting what I had not realized.

'You want this? '

Yes.
Yes, I do.
I feel I am ready.
And I've got patience too.

'Good for you.
Now...
Just with a few more steps taken,
All that you wish...
Will eventually come true for you to exist.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Options

Options, options, options,
ever too many choices.
Purple, Black, Blue or Green,
so many whispering voices;
Clint Eastwood, Kirk Douglas, Charly Sheen.

Options, options, options,
your thoughts bubbling away.
No time to choose but Delay:
'Sticks and stones can't break my bones,
but Options they can kill you still!

poem by Madrason writer
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It Is In The Knowing

The getting what I want,
Doesn't get any easier.
I face obstacles on a daily basis,
Hoping to chase my wanting away.
And those obstacles presented,
Only test the strength of my patience.

However...
The knowing what I want,
Has always been for me quite easy.
And even today...
The taste of what I want,
Stays.

It is in the knowing,
That keeps me hungry...
And motivates my focus.
Not the wanting!
The wanting I've always known,
With desire to get from a doing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loving That Taste For The Gutter

If they always call those they visit trash,
And on a daily basis they are around them.
What do they regard themselves?
Trash collectors?
Or recycled garbage...
Loving that taste for the gutter.

They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
No matter what they call it they want it like that!
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
They love that taste for the gutter.

Whenever its suspected someone else will attack,
They will defend their trash with a coming back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Yes they love that taste for the gutter.

They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
No matter what they call it they want it like that!
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
They love that taste for the gutter.

If they always call those they visit trash,
And on a daily basis they are around them.
What do they regard themselves?
Trash collectors?
Garbage defenders?

Whenever its suspected someone else will attack,
They will defend their trash with a coming back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Yes they love that taste for the gutter.

Garbage defenders,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
Trash collectors,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont admit or quit,
Loving that taste for the gutter.

They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Garbage defenders,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
Trash collectors,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont admit or quit,
Loving that taste for the gutter.

But wont quit,
That taste for the gutter.
Or admit...
A loving for the gutter.

And wont quit,
That taste for the gutter.
Or admit...
A loving for the gutter.

No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.

No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Apologies I Give Are To The Trees

The only apologies I give,
Are to the trees.
They have to be thoroughly disgusted,
By what they see on a daily basis.

And...
To stay fixed in one place,
Being disgraced.
And 'still' play a part,
In providing people oxygen to breathe?

The only apologies I give,
Are to the trees.
With a hug given each time I pass one.
Showing a gratitude for their patience.

Where would we be...
If they could up and take their leaves.
With no branch or twig to pick.
Or a stick to throw for a favorite pet to fetch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Reaction To Me Is Not Christian

Determine whatever it is you wish,
Between the available options left...
Provided to you to negotiate.

You can either leave through the exit.
Unaided.
Or...
You can choose to be ushered through it.

'But...
From my point of view,
I see those options...
As having really none from which to choose.'

Again you offer nothing but excuses.
Patience once given to you is no longer there.
And a tolerance for your presence,
Has already exhausted benefits of doubt.
No more are there to spare.

'But...
Your reaction to me is not Christian.'

I know.
However...
You should not let that interfere,
With the making of your decision.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Them Alone

Leave them alone,
With their induced indoctrinations.
They have become intoxicated,
With addictions believed!
And these inflictions,
Have left them afflicted...
In mindsets neglected,
To be left deranged.
Whether or not...
They decide they must change!

This is not their decision...
To accept or remain the same.

They can not conceive,
That the only thing real
Is the breath they breathe.
And when the time comes,
Reality will stun them.
They will not accept it!
Although with their eyes they will see!
With wishes to reject it.

They have been conditioned...
They are superior than life itself.
And there is no match,
For the 'brains' they alone maintain!

Leave them alone!
From this revealing shock...
They can not flee.
It is beyond their scope...
Of divisions of religions,
Or mindless racist inequities!

Let them find out for themselves...
That this existence experienced,
Broadens the concept of possibilities!
And self righteous implications,
Of a non-entity such as their 'purities'!
Are what they are...
Prefabrications!

These are but just a few...
Deceptions to be undone to redo!
Coming to enlighten.
Head-on without a preview.

Leave them alone!
They are no challenge for what confronts!
And they will discover that,
On their own!
Leave them alone...
To tolerate an ignorance,
They have shown they alone have condoned.

There will be no tolerance...
For such an accepted wickedness to enlist!
Leave them alone,
To discover the true Wizard of their Oz!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Disturbed Hidden Minds

Well...
They 'all' were given the same opportunity,
To come out of hiding and tell the truth!
A few are coming forward.
Some are still reluctant!
Fearing to sever from conditioned delusions.
Such as...
Prescribed medications,
That keep them addicted to self inflicted illnesses.
And those completely confused by deceit...
Hang on behind disturbed hidden minds!

However...
Truth has not arrived to assist with excuses.
That has got to be made clear.
Truth is not here to tolerate fear!
Or alibis with smooth lies...
Any longer.

Those days of color coded terrorists alerts,
Are gone!
And a cleanup of where those terrorists sat...
Near their monuments.
Will be sanitized but not scented!
And burn those false idol worshipping documents!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Patience Is Needed To Feed It

Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!

Just you know that...
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.

A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.

Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.

A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve.
You must keep your faith to receive,
And appreciate what comes to be.

Oh don't exchange woes,
To give up and let go.
Don't you know that...
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.

A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
A patience is needed to greet it.

Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.

A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve.
Be right there to meet it and greet.

Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!

A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.

Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!

A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve...
Or,
Leave it there unfed to greet.

A patience is needed to meet it.
Your patience is needed to feed it.

Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Don't walk and give it away!

A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it,
Today!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O Fire

Fire, O fire
Why are you there?
Why are you in the face of my wife?
Why are you in Lathore Dalit basti?
Why are you there statewide
roaring, destroying beauty of life

Fire, O fire
Please hear me and have patience
have patience to tolerate changed life
and have patience to survive
in the midst of beauty.
O fire you have also urge
like me to refine the selfmight.

Fire, O fire
I salute you if you say
you are there to make
life fare and fair.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Can't Breathe

I'm scared to sleep, I scared to dream
I'm scared to wake up in case I scream
I'm scared to whisper one word.
That's all it needs
I hear it breathe, I hear it sigh
I hear it laughing when something dies
I hear it calling
But I'm too scared to move
I'm so scared
I can't breathe
I'm so scared
I just can't breathe
I'm scared to look, I'm scared to see
I'm scared of mirrors in case it's me.
I'm scared of memories
But now thats all I have
So I can't leave and no-one comes
So no-one noticed that I've come undone.
I'd hide in shadows
But the shadows talk to me.
I'm so scared
I can't breathe
I'm so scared
I just can't breathe

song performed by by Gary Numan
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If You Don't From Them Leave!

When mouths are open and ears are closed...
Walk away from this.
Do not hesitate,
As if waiting for this to change.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
People will choose ignorance to expose.
Since they have been conditioned to not listen.
And folks convinced like these...
Will bring you to your knees,
If you don't from them decide you should leave!
If you don't from them leave! ,
You're doomed to grieve.
Minds like these are locked without a key.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
Before your life becomes a misery.
And choose to move and do it instantly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bucket Duties

It amazes.
The power of denial.
Some would rather dump buckets of it,
Away on a daily basis.
Than to confront its origin.

Instead,
There are conferences held....
For the purposes to debate,
The longevity of reality.
And how best it can be combated.
To defend the prolonging of delusions.

As utterances of a guaranteed victory,
Is leaked.
To calm the nerves of those,
In between their bucket duties.
And assignments to find fresh excuses.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Fools Like Us

There are mothers...
Who have left their ducks unplucked.
And that's done everyday.

There are poppas...
Who have not stop clockin' who they rock,
Just to say they gave.

And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
When society allows this play.
For fools like us that have to pay!

There are mothers...
Who have left their ducks unplucked.
And that's done everyday.

There are poppas...
Who have not stop clockin' who they rock,
Just to say they gave.

And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
When society allows this play.
For fools like us that have to pay!
Hey.
Fools like us that have to pay!
Hey.
Fools like us that have to pay!
And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
For fools like us that have to pay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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