Defending Your Ability To Become Offended
You've already planted in your head,
Not to listen to a thing I've said.
You wish to perceive and assess,
Something heard you haven't digested yet.
You've already planted in your head,
Not to listen to a thing I've said.
You wish to perceive and assess,
Something heard you haven't digested yet.
And I am to regret,
Your lack of comprehension...
After spending time with you,
Defending your ability to become offended.
Do I seem as if,
My life depends on it?
I don't believe we are on the same page,
Lifted from a book...
Written with pictures to depict life right.
You can not get beyond the cover.
Because you say the colors are loud.
And the background doesn't match...
A preferred darkness you like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Growth And Blooming Of Bright Flowers
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to expand.
Enthralled one is by their own demands.
Those who seek to be understood,
But lack the patience to understand.
Has a fear to self assess themselves,
As close as one who self examines can.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to absorb clarity.
Unless that clarity has others to agree.
And one not comprehending,
Only wants to perceive from one point of view.
And if that point of view mentioned,
Has obstacles in its way blocking what is there to see...
Those obstacles will remain to stay where they are.
When a stubbornness is thick like a cemented brick wall.
And stuck with a holding onto the comfort of ignorance...
That appears from the outside to be permanently installed.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Could be that one who believes the feeding of weeds,
Nourishes the growth and blooming of bright flowers.
With a giving of consideration to nothing else at all.
Even when the petals from them begin to prematurely fall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Honest Self Examination
I am not one to assess another's flaws,
With wishes they perceive my view of life.
I can not say who should rid themselves of them,
To correct themselves to make things for them right.
An honest self examination that self assesses,
Delivers to one an insight.
And if one lives in fear of honesty...
Any heard believed is a critique of their beliefs,
Does not bring them peace of mind...
But keeps them in a state that makes them uptight.
And I have rescued myself from being judge and jury.
I possess an insight that was not achieved overnight.
And I am going to feel blessed.
I can not feel I've been delivered with abilities to assess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Seduced By Gloss
The time to evaluate and assess one's life,
Should be done with a clear consciousness.
With a self examination taken day and night.
However...
Many do take flight from flaws they wish to cover.
Until all exits are closed that imposes,
One to face truth.
A truth that reduces its sweetness.
Or seduced by gloss one chooses others to perceive.
'And when a dark night rises,
Seekers to do evil prowl to dupe folks.
Fed by produced videos to boost wicked egos.'
What?
'I said...
The time to evaluate and assess one's life,
Should be done with a clear consciousness.
With a self examination taken day and night.'
But...
You didn't say that.
I did.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listen To The Rain
(Rain)
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
That story be more than it hides
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain
Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen
I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they stay for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You can feel youre alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain
oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen
song performed by by Evanescence
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With A Daily Affirmation Done
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess,
Others who are not in the act of digging ditches...
To protect their imperfections.
Since you believe imperfections,
Are kept as blessings to invest...
With a more delibitation done,
That has become effective.
And to some you wish this is impressive.
And it does impress,
With a showing of an abesence...
Of a dignity one should possess.
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess.
And this is not my point of view.
This...
You have made to be clearly observed.
And there will come a time this has to be recessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life
Ssssshhhhh.....just listen.
Hear that?
That is the sound of life.
Did you hear it?
Try again.
Ssssshhhh....try harder.
heard it...?
No? .
Close your eyes.
Sit perfectly still.
Listen to the background.
Listen.
Heard it now?
Good.
Remember it.
For it is all around you.
It's the true story.
Not the fiction you make of it.
It's real.
poem by Dave James
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Everyone Here Is Working Hard For You
Do you realize how many poems I've seen,
That you have written?
'No!
How many have you actually 'read'? '
Comeon...
You are not aware of this at all?
I read a few but not all.
'I am aware that I am a writer.
Not an accountant.
Nor someone who sets limits,
To achieve a final goal.
Or someone seeking to impress.
Each day presents its own personality.
I'm learnig to appreciate quality and not quantity.
There is something about life I more understand each day.
My personal awareness of 'that' is what I keep addressed.'
Oh...
So what is that?
If you don't mind me asking?
'I know I am not alone...
Even though I perceive I am on my own!
I hear voices clearly say to me,
Everyone here is working hard for you.
That you must believe.'
I see.
And that makes you produce quality you don't notice?
An involvement you keep distanced?
'I did not say I didn't notice the quality.
Painfully that's done.
I don't put my sights on 'quantity'.
I don't want to overwhelm.
As much as I choose to stun!
And that takes paying attention to everyone! '
Like the voices heard in your head?
'You see...
You're trying to take this somewhere else.
And what you are 'attempting' to imply...
I'm not wasting any more of my time to listen to!
Read more than you do.
And if there is any comprehension to communicate,
You need not announce that to me! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keys To Locks
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
A taking and not sharing had been a way of life.
A selfishness fed...
Comforted them in their beds at night.
And disregarding warnings,
Times come that will not be as bright...
For them is not accepted.
Preparing for these days,
They prefer to reject!
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
Even those with traditions fixed upon a worship of greed...
Refuse to accept,
Their wishes, wants, desires and needs...
Must be removed from their customes.
Since no longer there...
Are the tricks and treats that once easily pleased.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
And...
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Demand them to be restocked...
From those they owe who have keys to locks.
Those who now...
Command the blocking that stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Thing You Said
So may people have heard me cry
Since that terrible day when you said goodbye
So many dark corners have heard me say
How the light has gone out since you went away
Everyones heard of how you left me again
Everyones heard about my so-called friend
They tell me Im a fool, but I dont hear a word
cause the last thing you said was the last thing I heard
How many times Ive tried to talk to my heart
But it wont even listen since you tore it apart
I have to tell myself theres only one thing to do
Try and find someone else and forget about you
I know she doesnt mean a thing in the world
I waste my hours with another girl
She says she loves me so but I dont hear a word
cause the last thing you said was the last thing I heard
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Listen, Learn, Read On
In ages past when spells were cast
In a time of men in steel
When a man was taught no special thing
It was all done by feel
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
Hear the song of lovely joan
Her sound so sweet and clear
In the courtroom of the king
Among children and the peers
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
now hear ye the words of taliesyn,
On the foaming beach of the ocean,
In the day of trouble,
I shall be of more service to thee
Than three hundred salmon...
The hare he bounds across the page
Past castles white and fair
Past dreaming chessmen on their boards
With a fools mate as a snare
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
three times I have been born
I know this from meditation...
The bird he flies the distance
From pages two to six
Past minstrels in their boxes
To the waters of the styx
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
Dont take the pictures lightly
Listen to their sound
For from their coloured feeling
Experience is found
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
all the sciences of the world are collected in my breast,
For I know what has been, what is now,
And what hereafter will occur...
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Pictures
Pictures
(Chuck JonesSteve Seskin)
Look at me, eighteen and tanned,
Behind the wheel of my old van,
"Hotel California" turned up loud,
No air-conditioning, windows down.
Look at you smilin' at me,
Don't know when I've been as happy,
As that weekend out in Joshua Tree,
When I got down on my knees.
An' I like lookin' at old photographs.
Reminds me of the way we've always made each other laugh.
Pictures of a life we've made together.
Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget.
They've got me thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet.
Next year let's go to Disneyworld,
Can't wait to see our little girl,
Hold hands with Mickey Mouse,
Chocolate ice-cream on her mouth.
An' you'll get all upset when I,
Snap you comin' off that ride,
With that pasty white look:
You won't put that one in our book.
An' I like lookin' back at all the things we've done.
But I love dreamin' of the years yet to come.
Pictures of a life we've made together,
Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget.
Not now I'm thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet.
Someday I'll walk our daughter down the aisle,
And every tear and every smile,
Will be captured in color.....
Pictures of a life we've made together,
Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget.
They got us thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet.
Can you see us on that front porch swing?
All t
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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In Grandma's Homemade Fruit Cake
One has to live a life to know what it is like,
To experience the quality of diversified injustices.
It seems many have been fed to believe,
A feeding digested upon a variety of twisted images.
And those judging another's appearance,
As if the act of it is not felt or seen...
Expose instantly their lack of comprehension.
Although those physically judged,
Are expected to express their gratitude....
For the opportunity to be subjected to the process.
Especially...
If those judging and sitting as jurors,
Are quick to depict themselves...
As the creators of the Sun, Moon, Stars and Earth.
And the givers of life as a way to show they are,
Well...
Nuttier than all the nuts found,
In grandma's homemade fruit cake.
And,
The odds are likely to be in their favor...
They may have a clue of actually being aware of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judged By Just Looking At Its Cover
Do you see that book they are reading,
From beginning to end.
With an intention to absorb something,
From it.
That is the same book,
You judged by just looking at its cover.
And they are the ones discovering,
A more meaning from a life...
You have come to despise.
'You haven't read it either.
Or you wouldn't be here talking to me.'
I see. So quick you are,
To base your opinions on appearances.
I'll leave you with this...
If your head wasn't filled with assumptions,
You would realize...
It doesn't matter where you are,
When making a decision to do what it is you wish.
Instead of trying to impress,
From a point of view that is limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Really Haven't Got The Time
(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Instrumental
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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You don't want to dwell on your enemies, you know. I basically feel so superior to my critics for the simple reason that they haven't done what I do. Most book reviewers haven't written 11 novels. Many of them haven't written one.
quote by John Irving
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I'm Glad Your Alive
I know you don't see
How amazing this life is right now
But that doesn't mean that there isn't any
Tomorrow will be better
Or at least you gotta tell
Yourself that from time to time
It scared me sometimes how
Fragile you can be
Just one word or no words
Can make you feel so unwanted
I just wanted to tell you
In case you haven't heard this today
I'm glad your alive
The only reason I haven't gave up
Is the thought that I might
Meet somebody amazing in the future
All of us have heard this term "preventative war" since the earliest days of Hitler. I recall that is about the first time I heard it. In this day and time … I don't believe there is such a thing; and, frankly, I wouldn't even listen to anyone seriously that came in and talked about such a thing.
quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower
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Looked upon and judged by its cover
I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
I have been that one discussed.
As if my feelings did not exist.
And I was a novelty someone made up.
I have been that book!
Criticized and disrespected.
Character assassinated and defamed.
And when it is discovered,
I am an actual human being...
With feelings to claim and sentiments remembered.
I get looks from my head to my feet.
As if it is totally disbelieved I can walk and talk,
Without the aid of batteries!
I have at times offended those who say I am acting.
Those who have no idea at all...
What that profession is or what it takes,
As to what makes me tick or who it is I am.
Since I am not what it is they have created.
And...
Most them have to be illiterate,
Or caring less that they're just ignorant.
Since I regard myself an easy read!
That's if 'whoever' it is,
Chooses to listen to me...
Instead of what someone else,
Has heard from gossip and whispered to you...
What is they've been led to believe.
And I am not one afraid to give 'image'.
I will give image in a minute if controversy is in it!
I was born into the process of creativity.
I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
But there is so much inside that drives and motivates.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disrespect Can Not Be Erased
If one needs to ask...
If their actions done,
Has offended someone.
What would they comprehend,
If an inability to acknowledge...
A deed that has gone into effective mode,
Is inappropriate?
That is comparable,
To someone consistently late for anything.
And although alibis and excuses are made...
The disrespect can not be erased.
It escalates until an irritation building fades away,
Everything heard coming out of an empty head.
What more can be said?
One can not use a thumb-tack,
To affix a picture to a steel wall.
No matter how many words that picture may paint,
To deliver a message to be digested.
It is best not to try to over-simplify,
What is never going to be understood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is That a No?
I haven't seen you in a while.
But I will say this...
Somewhere,
From your trip back from Oz...
To where we are right now?
You must have found and smoked,
A bag of crack.
I haven't seen or heard from you,
In over five years...
Or more!
And you say God will bless me IF...
I allowed you and your family of five kids,
Of which three belong to you...
To have you and your girlfriend move in with me,
UNTIL you get your lives together?
Please don't get offended by this!
But do me a favor...
I want you to ask God,
Right now...
What would He do,
If I say to you...
You have got to be out of your mind! ?
'Is that a no? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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