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Continuing For All To Experience

A mess done to undo too late,
As is the custom.
Only adds more to the debate,
When new arrivals view potential...
As others stubbornly will convince,
That a waiting to make the right decision...
Is more advantageous to the prospect,
Of collecting more tax revenue...
To whatever is done to redo and renew.

Although...
At the expense,
Of a rapidly declining quality of life...
Continuing for all to experience.

'We first must select a committee,
To draft a bill to propose...
For an appropriate addendum,
That follows the guidelines...
Of the original documentation,
That oversees the content...
Adopted with intention,
As to not to offend those who first...
Came upon these shores,
To fight for those entitlements...
We now enjoy! '

~Excuse me,
But...
When was that? ~

'Back in the sixteen hundreds.
That's the problem we face.
No one seems to want to address,
'Our' history.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed

Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.

And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!

And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.

Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.

The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mind Is Not Design To Only Address The Best

My mind is not design to only address the best.
Although I try to hide it...
My thoughts sometimes are dirty!
My mind is not design to only address the best.
Just like the rest,
I do enjoy raw recipes!

I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!
I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!

Some choose to be their own enemy.
Not me!
With wishes to impress.
Just to leave some people guessing.

With me what you see is what you get that's it!
I'm not the one to sit around because I do not fit.
Or be chosen by debate.
To prove myself worthy!

I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!
I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!

And when it's good to me I get numb.
Sometimes dumb...
If I'm running from a gun!
And when it's good to me I get numb.
Sometimes dumb...
If I'm running from a gun!

My mind is not design to only address the best.
Sometimes it's numb.
Sometimes I'm stunned...
If I'm running from a gun!

My mind is not design to only address the best.

Some choose to be their own enemy.
Not me!
With wishes to impress.
Just to leave some people guessing.

With me what you see is what you get that's it!
I'm not the one to sit around because I do not fit.
Or be chosen by debate.
To prove myself worthy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Play It Safe

Play it safe.
If you don't want things too complicated,
By words you speak that may escalate...
To offend naysayers waiting to berate,
Every move or decision you make...
Play it safe.

Play it safe.
And if you choose to do this,
Don't hesitate.
Or let anything you happen to hear,
Appear to irritate you into needless debate
Just to lure you to expose impatience.

Play it safe.
Refuse to use excuses to indicate,
To those detractors...
It's okay to re-route your path.
And direction of your fate.
Play it safe.

If you must correct with a slower pace...
By coming face-to-face to eliminate,
Accusations made...
With a breaking away.
Do it...
Before you find the time is late.
Play it safe!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undo The Right

(willie nelson/hank cochran)
If you cant say you love me say you hate me
And that you regret each time you held me tight
If you cant be mine forever then forsake me
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
It was right when you loved me only
But wrong when you held another tight
So before you go away and leave me lonely
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
Its too late to say your heart is filled with sorrow
You cant undo whats done
Why do you try
So please so I can face the new tomorrow
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
Its too late to say your heart is filled with sorrow
You cant undo whats done
Why do you try
So please so I can face the new tomorrow
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right

song performed by by Wade Hayes
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All Of My Creditors Want To Get Paid

This just dawned on me,
During a coincidental occurrence.
While during my daily walk.
And...
As is my custom,
Minding my own business.
I processed this while thinking...
How the words 'maybe' and 'if'...
Are interpretations of 'yes'.

Think about it!
How many times have you uttered,
Either a 'maybe' or 'if'?
To something you were prepared to say 'no' to.
And you believed yourself to have full consciousness.

'Gee...
I wish I could,
But...'

~Oh...
So you are saying,
You'd like to have a benefit revealed? ~

'Well...
Not exactly.
I see the benefit.
'MAYBE' or 'IF'...'

SOLD!

Forget it.
No need to resist.
Your 'maybe' or 'if'...
Began to make accomodating arrangements,
In your mind.
Somewhere to make,
Your decision 'fit'.
On the wall.
Or somewhere for it to sit!

Find sometime alone,
To convince 'yourself'...
You have not been had!

Then...
Drink a cup of tea.
Deciding which one of your creditors...
Will believe,
You were on your way to pay your bills...
When a wide screened TV,
Had your name on it!
And a salesman hypnotized you.
Leaving you without a cent in your pockets.
And you did realize this...
Until you got home,
Waiting...
For the delivery people!

Go ahead...
Use that excuse!
It sounds good to me.

Although,
All of my creditors want to get paid.
And hopefully...
One day they will!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Chose With This Prose To Share

I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.

And in doing so,
Seek content.
In a way I believe,
Would have intention meant.

But for some living foolishly,
Whatever another observes and perceives...
Would be for them a waste of print.
And that would be,
Their message sent.

Yet there come those days,
That separate themselves...
From events experienced,
Like none that have before been felt.

And with aging comes an acknowledgement...
Of an acceptance done,
As one awakens to enjoy each moment.
To appreciate with gratefulness...
An opportunity to address,
A growing enlightenment...
Arriving to inspire within one's consciousness.

I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.

However...
It seems that in the making of sense,
Only those who have the time to do it...
Are the ones caring less,
To make attempts to convince!
And I chose with this prose,
To share a part of me I willfully expose.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implemented Craziness

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

People 'say' they pray for peace!
And as soon as they are 'released'
From their places of worship...
I overhear them passing judgements.
And condoning needless wars.

People 'say' they pray for unity,
And brotherhood.
And in most neighborhoods,
There is conflict of some kind.

People 'say' they pray for racial equality.
As long as they are made to feel superior,
Over others of color.
And they are restricted from a quality of life,
That is diminishing rapidly in quality...
And those 'values' they uphold,
Are materialistic and has devastated the economy!

It seems as though the more I age,
Those who take offense
To an obvious display of implemented craziness,
Are quicker to defend this mess...
As if it is tradition.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption

Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.

If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.

My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On and In What Stage of Regret

On and in what stage of regret,
Will an accepted sorrow be fully embraced.
With a forgiveness granted?
Unfortunately...
These actions are seen as signs of weaknesses.
And...
Today,
Treating weaknesses for a round of mall shopping,
Is not economically cost effective.
And a way of life has been stalled to shed just tears.

Variety is said to be the spice of life.
One's nectar of true happiness.

But expressing one's regret,
Has adopted customs of doing it in spotlight.
With invited guests.
Who may or may not choose to dress,
In After Six attire or full formal wear.
You know,
The tuxedo and gown...
With announced arrivals done.

Only for one purpose...
To exchange a basic human-ness.
Prior to the debate of any decision one makes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not On This Side Of Your Fence

Your backyard is in shambles!
And you peer over my fence,
With attempts to convince me...
Your life is one that is more advantageous,
Than the one in peace I live?
One without conflict that exists?
One I enjoy just the way it is?

And you say this is what I am missing...
A chaos I've have long dismissed,
And,
From your point of view...
I am in need of more of it?

Is this your way,
Of asking for assistance...
To help turn on your light switch?

One of us has a need to wake up.
And in my world...
Your world is not invited!
That darkness you provide,
Will not on this side of 'your' fence reside.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!

No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.

When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.

If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!

And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.

If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life a mystery, not a problem

Life a mystery not a problem

Problem
Is a situation
Which does not allow you
To reach your goal or
To get things done
As per your original schedule

Once perceived as a problem
You make use of your
Knowledge, experience,
Skill and resources
To come over it
And you may reach your goal or
Get your things done
Even if delayed
And even if falling short of
Your expectations

If a situation is perceived as a mystery
It becomes a riddle
Likely you take it more as challenge
Not just a problem solving requirement
You wonder at the
Natural ways of things taking shape
You wonder at the
Variations in the perceptions of
Others and even among people close to you
And very likely you end up
With out-of-the box thinking
And get beyond traditional ways of
Looking at things
You may even set a trend
For new and innovative approach
To the problem, nay mystery

And this mindset will help you
Enjoy living
And expand your knowledge base
With regard to human behavior
And natural laws
Which only shape your future
And carve your life style

Take life as a mystery
And do away with the thinking
That it is a problem

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Expectations Not Anticipated

Don't address it.
That's the easiest way,
Something that is needed to be said...
Never gets delivered.
And keeping an intention meant,
With a content...
Eventually becomes meaningless.
Until someone mentions,
They have been waiting...
With expectations not anticipated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Your Own

Stop thinking you need me to lead the way.
Or someone else to hold your hand,
To help you avoid traffic on a crowded street.
Open your eyes and carry your own weight.
Don't depend on me,
To be there to protect your fate.

Know what it is like to defend and debate...
That which is in your heart.
And not that which you fake...
When it is convenient for you,
To decide you feel safe.

Hiding behind walls,
With a mind that finds it easy to define...
What is or is not real for all
From a point of view stalled without experience.
Just to live a life you wish.
Is not a burden I choose to live with.
And wont.

Nor will I delay in waiting...
On a path I take,
For someone like you to decide what steps I make.
And even if we were identical twins...
I would trust you to make a decision,
Alone.
On your own.
Without guidance to process a thought!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shipping To Their Shores

Honored delusions exchanged in confidence,
Is fine to embrace when within one's fence.
And shared in face to face conversations.
Limited to the comforts of one's backyard.
To be regarded as a freedom of speech.

However...
It is the leaping over these fences,
To attempt to remove a foot...
One can not keep from being found in one's mouth,
To debate whether or not to negotiate...
When talking about beliefs without expertise.

And...
To defend those entitlements they receive,
When most of them are imported from overseas.
To then offend those who do this,
As rivals and enemies described as inept thieves...
Does not promote the best image for a diplomacy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet I

Life's summer flown, the wint'ry tempest rude,
Began to lower on the declining year;
When smiles celestial gilt the prospect drear,
Dispell'd the gloom, and joyful spring renew'd:
Fresh flowers beneath her fairy feet were strew'd;
Again soft accents woo'd the enchanted ear;
In her bright form, as in a mirrour clear,
Reflected, each gay scene of life view'd.
Young in her youth, and graceful in her grace,
In her's, I lived o'er every joy again;
Lived o'er the charms that beam'd upon her face,
Where Hope and Love revived their smiling train.
Night o'er the scene her blackest veil has spread;
And Death's pale hand a tenfold horrour shed.

poem by Brooke Boothby
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Coltrane

Wakin' up at nine
Looks at his paper
Can't deal with what he sees
All the troubled lives
The talk of the ages
He's crawling back to bed
Don't take a walk outside
Don't make any new friends
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
Callin' all his friends
He's known 'em for ages
Can't deal with what they say
Connective alibis
Cold and contagious
He's crawling back to bed
So cut off the phone lines
Stock up on water
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir

song performed by by Gomez
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High Or Not

Who cares who did what when?
And 'who' was high as a kite,
On 'what'!
Be it crack, smack or Jack Daniels!
Where are the life jackets?
And...
Does anyone,
High or not...
Have the keys,
To unlock the rowboats?
Let them fight amongst themselves...
As to who has more experience,
Than the other!
Not one of them is in a panic,
Right now...
About saving an ass on this sinking ship!
If folks want to debate which one is more impressive...
Fine!
Let them!
But I'd rather witness that from one of those boats.
Either watching them float,
Or doing the backstroke.
Neither of which is going to provide smooth sailing!
Not on the course...
This Captain has chosen stubbornly to embark upon!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Either Sitting Or Standing

If one is without an ability to think quickly,
Either sitting or standing on one's feet...
It would be a safe bet to place,
That a decision awaited by anyone...
With no time to waste for an answer,
To be given without hesitation...
From this same person to make,
Could be life threatening.

It would not be advantageous to either one...
If a tornado is seen coming.
And one is on the telephone,
Asking for hotel accomodations...
Occupancy rates and quality of food served.
However...
This activity as viewed by many,
Would be interpreted as being pro-active.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Government does not have a revenue problem; government has a spending problem. Government does not have a revenue problem; government has a priority problem. It is time that we begin to fine tune our focus and decide what the priority of government ought to be.

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Related quotes

The Expense Of A Mess Confessed

My Mind Is Not Design To Only Address The Best

Play It Safe

Undo The Right

All Of My Creditors Want To Get Paid

I Chose With This Prose To Share

Implemented Craziness

My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption

On and In What Stage of Regret

Not On This Side Of Your Fence

Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension

Life a mystery, not a problem

Expectations Not Anticipated

On Your Own

Shipping To Their Shores

Sonnet I

Coltrane

High Or Not

Either Sitting Or Standing

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