Crazed With a Dazing Underwhelment
Maybe you do have a clue,
I have used your negativity to inspire.
Perhaps you are aware,
Your disdain enflames and motivates.
You can not be that unconscious,
That your presence ignites my excitement.
And if I can offer this advice...
Hopefully you will take!
Celebrate your madness,
With the acknowledgement...
I have taken your outrage,
And produced something great!
You should be delirious by now!
If not crazed,
With a dazing underwhelment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The False Worshippers
The false worshippers,
Can be identified immediately.
With scriptures learned and Bibles intact...
After they've expressed their acknowledgement of God.
Although quick in their judgements passed.
And that done with acquired 'facts'.
Then share with any of them,
How great you feel.
Not one will offer their gladness for you.
But instead,
Will change the subject.
Especially if you have been scutinized,
By their sense of self righteousness.
And that will give you an immediate clue,
As to the kind of people they are.
It doesn't matter what you have gone through.
They want to perceive,
God sees them first as true believers.
And any happiness they receive,
Is through the wickedness of gossip.
With a vindictiveness they are not aware,
Truth reveals to make easy for others to see.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Calculated With 'Come-Hither' Stares
Aligning and finding the mind is attached,
To that Great One who knows...
All that we sow and reap to adapt,
More than we should carry on our backs.
But...
We do because it is what 'we' choose.
Believing our shoulders are for this to be used.
The Great One has nothing to do with that!
Learn to remove those unconscious traps.
Calculated with 'come-hither' stares,
Alluring to seduce with temptations to induce...
Senses of despair to bear,
More than we should carry on our backs.
But do because it is what 'we' choose.
The Great One has nothing to do with that!
Be aware,
Of those calculated with 'come-hither' stares.
Be aware of them.
Be aware of them.
Be aware.
Be aware,
Of those calculated with 'come-hither' stares.
Be aware of them.
Be aware of them.
Be aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envied
Digging deep,
For signs of credibility...
Being swept along streets,
To catch between the grated holes...
A mass marketing sweeps,
Those of vacant minds into consumed
Materialistic hysteria!
Keeping back orders of ridiculousness in business!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
The sight of squeezed fat ugly butts,
Into imaginations stretched beyond...
Digusting jellied guts.
To hide a gluttony of sad habits.
Like a 'secret' tote that's puffed,
From that 'weed' folks can not give up!
As a few stand by and watch...
This drug infested simmering stew brew!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
And as amazing as it is,
It does not daze or faze at all!
The unconscious have been immunized.
Once dumbfounded and surprised?
Those eyes are now glazed.
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
Those in this 'conditional' situation,
Ride this gutter ride as if it is envied.
As if this life of dismissed consciousness is sought,
By those thought to be kept at bay and disadvantaged!
And those used to maintain those images...
Pray for the salvation of their sanctuaries,
To stay off the radar for such 'missionaries'...
To advance upon them with these teachings of their ways!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mad At Last
It's sad when truth fails to be recognized.
To speak it is detrimental.
Those holding onto it are treated as traitors.
A structured belief system is crumbling.
The Infrastructure is stressed from neglect.
A forever in plastic face lifts,
With a nip and tuck to remove signs of reality
Is getting cheaper.
Diseased minds are crazed.
Lieing is the rage and accepted.
The fear of being human is fading.
Truth is being degraded into negativity!
Prisons are overcrowded...
Filled to the brim!
People are denying they are dieing from disorders!
The insane are begging for police to protect them...
From their own children!
And preachers are selling fraud,
To live tax free.
As they sweat in silk suits dancing on pulpits!
Madness is churning madness!
The strings of puppets are burning fast!
We are removed from comforts known in the past!
Madness is here!
Free to be mad!
Thanks be to the shoddy in everybody!
We are all here today and mad at last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mummified
Irate and ready to berate...
With a scolding.
Just for the sake,
Of negativity to celebrate.
Mummified and self righteous,
Tight lipped and organized.
Despising their own lives,
Clearly undisciplined and yet patronized.
With a stunning that's overdone.
Although dieing inside,
With a fear they hide.
That minimizes insight.
But recognizes everything...
For them that is not right.
With a quickened appetite,
To maximize a fighting done...
For an excitement that delights,
A taste for rambunctiousness!
And squeezing they do every dropp of blood.
Until every bit of consciousness drips,
And is gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smoked Screens
A gamble projected to succeed,
Has failed miserably.
And it seems as though,
Those wishing to influence...
With more excessive tricks,
Are continuing to make false appearances...
From behind smoked screens.
As if to float on majestic clouds...
With no one aware of their slickness.
And no, they are not convincing enough,
Since...
Too many are awakening from all delusions.
And the acknowledgement of it,
For those snapping out from under a spell...
That had left them unconscious,
Can no longer avoid the attempts made...
To leave them permanently hypnotized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Keep My Best Advice to Myself
If I had a dime,
For those times...
I did not take my own advice,
I'd be up at least a dollar.
At least.
'That doesn't make sense.
You're saying you take your own advice,
Most of the time.'
Exactly.
The problem is this...
The people I use to give it to,
Have no clue as to its value.
And I am very protective,
Of my own investments.
That's why I keep my best advice,
To myself these days.
And somebody owes me some money,
To have it kept that way.
No more freebees!
Not here.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Prefer Crazed Blue Eyes
I prefer crazed blue eyes
How they
Magnetize
The ache
I have
To make your insanity
My own
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won't
Apologize
How I take
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don't you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover
Wackity wack wackify
My soul
Let me look into your
Anarchic mind
Transfixed by those
Wild baby blues
Let's share the final
Gasps of time
While we wear
Each other's shoes
Let me hold your body
In such strange ways
Even monkeys
Would be ashamed
Let's meld our chaos
Lunatic babe
One body joined
Perverse, deranged
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Delirious blues
In the way they
Stare at me
All Sturm und Drang
Staring
Knowing
Exactly
Who I Am
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The Obvious
Wake me from this altered state
My future's looking brighter all the time
I'm stumbling and delirious
Something's changed since those teenage days
I'm growing into my own
I'm the talk of the town
Looking strange and I'll say it out loud
There's nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Like you, like me
Twist my words so they reed me wrong
The truth was neevr good enough for you
Is that the best you can do?
Talk me down look in my face
Look at you now, feeling like the clown
Next time you should think it over
There's nothing left to hide
Nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Liek you, like me
With no reason, you twist my words
'Cause you're helpless lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
song performed by by Orgy
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So Obvious Is Their Success
It's refreshing.
Many years ago,
A concensus was taken...
That declared me unstable,
Too aloof and undecisive.
Out of my mind and crazed!
Talented but lazy.
With too many interests...
That were scattered,
All over the place.
I remarked to someone,
I was creating my own greatness.
For years I heard the laughter.
For years there were tears and pain.
It's refreshing.
To know one keeps,
Getting off their knees..
To stand on their feet.
In spite of opposition.
That motivates and inspires me.
And when I am not reading about this,
To actually see someone...
Putting this into practice,
I can not help but stop...
To introduce myself.
I have got to let that person know...
So obvious is their success!
And I just wanted to address it.
Even though they might not have a clue,
Not yet...
Anyway,
As to what it is they do...
To receive my congratulations!
'Man,
I know you wont believe this.
But I aint got a dime in my pocket.
And all I want is a cup of coffee.
You got any change you can spare? '
~Here!
This is my last five dollars.
Don't worry about it.
You've blessed me more than you realize.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Captivating Madness
It's a captivating madness,
Experienced by one and all!
Captivating with excitement,
Cotton candied and popcorn balled!
There is amusements in the atmosphere.
A circus that delights!
Thrills and chills to goosebump with squeals.
'Free Admission' is the call!
There's nothing left to keep a calm breath...
Not today on this rollercoasting ride!
And the ringmaster confesses,
Those who witness are being blessed.
Since this mess adventured,
Churns to a frenzy...
And must not be stalled.
It's a captivating madness,
Experienced by one and all!
Captivating with excitement,
Cotton candied and popcorn balled!
For anyone in doubt,
Of this craziness coming to an end...
Hold on tight and close your eyes,
There's more attractions
Being prepare...
That have yet to begin!
It's a captivating madness,
Experienced by one and all!
Captivating conscious minds...
With no hint to slow,
Even to a crawl.
Who believed these actions,
Would heal and someday mend!
Not this captivating madness,
We've been addicted to defend!
It's a captivating madness,
Complete with somersaults.
Backflips with closed lips are seen...
And some knocked out by what is viewed,
Are administered smelling salts!
It's a captivating madness...
Deplete of accepting fault!
And those who foresee the future say,
This madness feeds massive assaults.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Halloween Spirit (The Ghost That Carries The Jack-O-Lantern)
From my childhood and now to adulthood
I always knew when to expect you
I always knew when you'd come around
Because you're a part of my lifetime
You're my halloween spirit
Even though you're dressed perfectly as a ghost
While carrying a jack-o-lantern in your hands
Even though I've gotten older
You still inspire me to celebrate Halloween
As well as keeping on instilling a love for me of Halloween
The years keep on flying by
But every year since my childhood
You still know me
You still remember me
You still inspire me to celebrate Halloween
As well as still encouraging me, to have the love that I have for Halloween
Even after all these years
poem by Justin Gildow
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Great Depression
Stars silently shine in midnight skies
Dab away tears from my eyes
Illustrate to the world there's nothing to hide
Once the clouds were grey
Once the tenderness rained away
Now wanting to gaze in blue
A colour so honest and true
We all arrived in time
In life we do what we must do
Let sunlight inspire all who bare
Great depression
I will learn from my wrongs
I won't eternally be alone
Offer my hand and beam to those who stand before me
We all arrived in time
in life we do what we must do
Let sunlight inspire all who bare
Great depression
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Nocturne
Rush Nocturne lyrics
Did I have a dream?
Or did the dream have me?
Set off on a night-sea journey
Without memory or desire
Drifting through lost latitudes
With no compass and no chart
Flying through hallucination
Distant voices, signal fires
Lighting up my unconscious
And the secret places of the heart
Dream - temporary madness
Dream - a voice in the wilderness
Dream - unconscious revelations
The morning says, the answer is yes
Floating through a darkened mirror
Deep reflections in disguise
Soaring through lost altitudes
Without wonder, without fear
Symbols on a field of visions
Behind the curtain of sleeping eyes
On the instant of waking
Another world of dreams appears
Dream - temporary madness
Dream - a walk in the wilderness
Dream - unconscious recreation
The morning says the answer is yes
song performed by by Rush
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mmm...How More Interesting Can This Get?
They've grown accustomed to my name.
And believe they are also,
Aware of my frame of mind.
They perceive this can be determined,
Because I might write something they dissect...
As inviting to an insight I expose and divulge.
mmm...
How more interesting can this get?
I may give up a nibble and a clue with a bite.
But my present state of mind and my life now lived,
Will always be one I regard...
As absolutely private.
Howver I do love those assumptions made.
Since they are the ones that motivate and inspire.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Here
An article about health benefits of
honey and cinnamon, immediately
bought some, made a tea of warm
water and honey, tasted heavenly,
only now I'm too sleepy
To research obscure terms, not a
single word makes sense, too much
honey obliviously is not good, where
only a half tablespoon of honey in a
glass is recommend
I added more than double that amount
to my tea and now I can't see, dark spots
in front of my eyes, conscience turned off
so I only sit and read uncomprehendingly
staring desolately
After studying my text I still have no clue
what the complainant means and time has
stopped, I am caught in an eternal moment
of inefficient fatigue - instead of being more
alert and flexible as promised
I'm totally somnambulant, it is all I can do
to be here, nothing can be produced - the
spirit is willing but the body and mind have
already resigned, I can only offer my token
presence to officialdom
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I would never offer advice without the person asking for it. I, in general, don't believe in giving advice, actually, as a human being I don't.
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Did You Ask For Sarcasm?
You may pay to be mass produced.
Using to abuse your own talents.
And then you tell me with a straight face,
I'm not the one to recognize my own skills?
Not only do I recognize yours...
But,
I will give you a clue as to how aware I am.
'Sure.
Why not?
Amuse me,
Before I fall to sleep.'
You're not going to nod through this.
Trust me.
'Please.
Whatever you do,
Do not pull out any rabbits.
Flying birds.
Or talking mice.'
I can tell you anything,
And it's on the streets.
Like you are my press agent AND...
Publicist and head the department of advertising.
'Who said what and to who did somebody else,
Say to them that I said?
You can dropp some names on me if you like.
And there wont be none!
Because I am NOT like that.'
Yes you are.
And you should be just 'that' for yourself.
Just your gossiping alone,
Has saved me at least 80% of my advertising budget...
I've would have had to spend if not for you.
So don't feel offended.
I'm saying you are great at what you do,
But focus more of that attention on yourself.
And when you do...
You will be amazed by the results you will receive.
'Why are you being so sarcastic? '
You want to argue.
This is about business and what is cost effective.
Your heart says 'Yes! '
But your head is too thick with nonsense,
To notice you have a mind.
Was that 'you' who asked for sarcasm?
Or was that more of a demand?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh Where, Oh Where is the Family Physician
Whatever happened
To the family physician?
His genial compassionate
Demeanour had a placebo effect,
And you felt at ease
In his presence.
You were half cured
By his kind words.
He could diagnose
By studying your pulse.
He really had the
Touch of a magician.
Now there is
A specialist for every part
Of your anatomy.
When unwell
You go to see him.
Without looking you
In the eye,
He will ask you
What brings you by?
In a tone
Devoid of emotion,
Says we’ll investigate
And do some tests.
When you are done
And armed with a file
Go back and wait for your turn.
Feeling tense and fragile.
After going through your file,
He looks at you with disdain in his eyes.
Everything is fine,
It’s just in your mind.
And scribbles
A prescription in his illegible hand
For sedatives,
And advice to make life style changes.
Exasperated
You look for alternatives.
I suspect even if they have a clue,
It’s a simple case of flu,
They send you for tests
As they get handsome cuts from labs.
Oh where, oh where
Is the family physician,
He didn’t send you
For invasive tests,
And several opinions
He really had
The touch of a magician.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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If anybody seeks your advice, offer right and sincere advice.