Distinctive Instincts
If claims are made,
A knowing when an argument has started...
Why is it heated to increase,
To include others that are innocent?
Who are then made to believe,
Their involvement is needed...
To ensure what they treasure is kept protected.
And at their own expense.
With a manipulating of distinctive instincts,
Strategically repeated...
To trigger emotions to re-act without thinking.
Is a deception that guarantees success.
Yet those used who first get upset,
Never seem to ask the question...
Who eventually becomes the benefactor,
From something implemented they did not initiate.
And...
With a manipulating of those distinct instincts,
The results expected are seldom debated.
Since the outcome achieved,
Has already been celebrated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One who Explores to Adventure
Identify it.
With attempts to describe it.
Let others decide its worth and value.
And leave it to be debated.
To take sides is not advisable.
Or initiate to influence an outcome.
Whatever results from your discovery,
Take pride in the fact of that!
And from it walk away,
With a fast pacing done.
One who explores to adventure,
Seldom does it to hear...
The flip flopping of lips.
Or the sprewing coming from tongues.
One who explores to adventure,
Seldom does it to hear...
The flip flopping of lips.
Or the sprewing coming from tongues.
One identifies it.
With attempts to describe it.
With a letting of others,
Decide its worth and value.
To leave it to be debated.
Knowing...
That the taking of sides is not advisable.
Or initiating an influence of an outcome.
To be accused for what others do,
Is not the position for one who pioneers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The wise and the vice
You will not correct your wrongs
Unless your instincts dictate it.
You will not change your habits
Unless your instincts warrant it.
You cannot love or hate
Unless your instincts support them.
You cannot practise honesty
Unless your instincts promote it.
To grow wise will not terminate vice.
03.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Patience Is The Key To One's Treasure
A point once made,
Is useless to be repeated.
Unless the one that has made that point,
Is in the business of saving them.
And finds they increase in value,
At the expense of those that have been given...
Them repeatedly.
But have yet to learn to listen.
And some kind of profit has been gained,
At a loss that has cost someone else.
And that someone else is not aware...
A price for not listening,
Only fools pay over and over again.
In this situation,
Why waste the effort?
It becomes too exhausting,
To give advice unheeded.
So...
Sit back, watch and collect,
From the experience of that being done.
Eventually the activity returns a fortune.
Patience is the key to one's treasure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instincts
Thinking about human interactions and behavior
I believe that's why we may need scriptures and a savior
Learned components and expressions are ample
But predatory instincts are voiced daily by example
Our dominant motivational forces are aggression and sex
And they are often lurking in the shade and leave us perplex
Even if our genetic interrelations of instincts are hiding
I feel their forces within me and am most often abiding
I am saying that forces of instinctual drives are calling
And only my innate behavior gives me reason for stalling
The way I give in to you is it really a hereditary reaction
Or only me on an infinite quest for habitual satisfaction
I classify you as my genetically predetermined property
Triggering my prodigious instincts that brings out the real me
You really don't know that I feel constructivism and fear
Whenever there is a threat that's keeping you from being near
You provoke both my native and acquired forms of reaction
All combined result in an overwhelming and scary attraction
Around you I am not ever what propriety dictates at large
With you my survival and sexual love instincts are in charge
My instinct of acquisitiveness is the one coming out with you
But you think its curiosity and really don't have a clue
I fill a magazine with my life and emotions and load the gun
Aiming for you to embrace my love and consider us to be one
Thinking about our interactions and specific behavior
I truly believe that we will make it and I can be your savior
We learn together and our expressions are in sync for ever
Instincts or not what we have is real and something to treasure
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Strategically Used
Like a tool to undo...
All that is good.
For the purposes to implant,
A controlling that enhances.
One's chances to produce fools...
Does not harvest what is expected.
A success envisioned to become accepted...
Like a scientific test that rejects a manifesting,
Is not a timidness that is fed to breed.
But a monster that frightens,
And bites the hand that feeds a grandiose plan...
That poisons those of manipulating minds.
Finding themselves spiritually destroyed!
On precious land where they now suffer and beg.
And endlessly strategically used instead.
In an effective process...
That leaves them mentally dead.
With lives once lived in selfishness finished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Want You More!
You had plans all along
Must have seen me coming down
A mile above the ground
'Cos I am weak where you are strong
It's a thrill that makes me curious!
Whatever I'm thinking of
You always seem to know.
'Cos nothing is good enough
There's always something
To keep me guessing
Why does it feel right if you're just faking?
What if you knew you could?
What if you get up on manipulating?
Why does it feel so good?
Drive in the car
Turn up the sound
Gets your head in the ailes
Don't matter, gonna feel the blast
I pick you up, you throw me down
And it only gets more serious!
What could you be thinking of?
You never let it show
Cos you give me just enough
There's always something
You keep me coming!
Why does it feel right if you're just faking?
What if you knew you could?
What if you get up on manipulating?
Why does it feel so good?
Why do I want you more?
Why do I want you?
Why do I feel so tall?
Why do I want you more?
Why do I want you?
Why do I want you more!?
Oh oh oh oooh yeah
What could you be thinking of?
You never let it show
'Cos you just give me just enough
There's always something
You keep me coming
Just keep me coming!
song performed by by Duran Duran
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My Steps With Few Exceptions
For some reason,
I've enjoyed being accused...
For those things I did not do!
I guess knowing who it is I am,
Eventually exposes those accusers...
For the liars I know them to be!
And not a dropp of sweat,
Drips from a heated brow.
None from my face I will allow.
That kind of nonsense does not upset me!
I've had too many experiences,
To get me standing on my own two feet.
And my steps,
With few exceptions...
I make conscious efforts to ensure they are correct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Realign
Decisions made from desperation
No way to go
Internal instincts craving isolation
For me to grow
My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing i...i just needed to realign
Fell in a river of illusion
And apathy
Drowning in a self-induced confusion
Id rather be
My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing i...i just needed to realign
My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing i...i just needed to realign
My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing i...i just needed to realign
My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing i...i just needed to realign
Yeah!
song performed by by Godsmack
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Exchange In Two Minute Sound Bites
I am not seeking a great performance.
I desire some love,
To be made.
And nor am I looking for it to be debated.
Or exchange in two minute sound bites...
In claims from heated tirades.
What has happened to that innocence missed.
And meeting someone nice,
To add to a friendship list.
And open to share some good advice.
What has happened to that magic kiss.
That excited feelings right...
Morning, noon and night.
And what has happened to the basicness...
Free of medication.
Free of disceet and vice.
I care that we please our needs.
I don't come to get, receive and leave.
I want a truth we both believe.
I'm not a quick fling thing...
To be stung then stinged.
I am not seeking a great performance.
I desire some love,
To be made.
And nor am I looking for it to be debated.
Or exchange in two minute sound bites...
In claims from heated tirades.
I care that we please our needs.
I do!
I don't come to get, receive and leave.
I want a truth we both believe.
I do!
I'm not a quick fling thing...
To be stung then stinged.
What has happened to that magic kiss.
I care.
And what has happened to the basicness,
Of it!
What has happened to that magic kiss.
I care.
And that sweetness left upon one's lips.
What has happened to that innocence missed.
What has happened to that magic kiss.
And what has happened to the basicness,
Of it!
An accident has happened and it should be dismissed.
What has happened to that innocence missed.
And what has happened to the basicness,
Of it!
What about that magic kiss?
That greeted when we met,
With a wish our lips repeated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey "people." People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war.... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest....
C.S. Lewis in The Abolition of Man
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Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey 'people.' People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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I've never been very good at manipulating my career, but fortunately I haven't needed to.
quote by Elaine Paige
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Instincts’ effects
Instincts-
Quick to act,
Faithful in act,
But is ignorant
Of its repercussion.
Instincts are to save oneself
But often lead one to a fall.
22.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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None of This Is Complicated at All
None of this is complicated at all.
You chose to bring something to the table,
Told again and again...
Not to bring.
Yet you brought it despite the warnings.
And now you claim no involvement.
With a sitting as if innocent,
And your presence qualifies you...
To skip over that which is yours.
With a grabbing of your hands onto the dessert.
And in your mind you wish not to connect this,
As socially unacceptable.
To then make an announcement,
Others at the table have an inappropriate etiquette.
With a showing directed to you,
They are upset.
And you...
Refuse to leave,
Knowing you are the reason for their agitation.
You seem to be very professional at this.
Where else have you gone,
To initiate your brand of chaos.
And 'still' it hasn't dawn on you,
That your presence here is not accepted.
And then again...
Maybe it has.
But you have desires to inflict upon us your will.
By any means necessary.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Play Just Play
oh do not rely on your intellect too much
reasons have failed me
not once but most of the time
destroying my heart
for not
considering my emotions
junking what i feel
like i am a stone
aloof in the river
what i do now is that i play
like a child
ruled by my instincts
dictated as i am
by my conscience
about my inner necessities
it is this creative mind
now
playing with the one
that i really love
this passion
for doing what i really love to do
to include
this poetry
and loving you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prior To Whatever The Outcome
Who knows if those decisions we make,
Will achieve and please...
An expected result?
With a certainty known that is already felt.
The ones who take chances,
Eventually learned...
Something about deciding,
Upon which way to turn.
It is easy to reflect upon those experiences,
One gets.
And express whether or not,
A relief to them came with no grieving met.
But those who hesitate in a waiting done...
Are always heard to state they know what will occur,
Prior to whatever the outcome that is shunned...
Comes to ease or wreck havoc on their nerves.
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Polyacrostic - Changes Expand Beginnings
Vision clears, we’re somehow made aware
A new age dawns as instincts stimulate
Longings that at last hopes liberate.
Underlying focus everywhere
Energizes inner light, to share
Tenderness, emotions, to create
Harmony which may anticipate
Evolution understanding where,
Time time defies. Change may initiate
Insight, vision new, expands to date
Mark end of beginnings, - secondary state -
Extending former frontiers to prepare
Opportunities for future fair.
None need look back, let Fate precipitate
Events, as metamorphosis Hope's gate
Appears to open, expedition rare.
Refuse facility, temptations, free
THe self for new dimensions, - learn to be...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Manipulators Manipulating Manipulate
Manipulators manipulating manipulate.
Once they've uncovered loopholes,
With a fascination to undo and dilute...
A taste to undermine a process that eliminates,
Valued time and the use of it...
Others do not avoid to find,
To escape its implementation...
By the use of finesse and degradation.
Manipulators manipulating manipulate.
And once they have found the tools to do this,
All that which had integrity becomes abused.
Heights are reached by duping fools.
And those unaware of what it is manipulators do,
Never suspect their minds have been confused...
By the absence of respect diffused,
That blindly goes undetected by those most affected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success That Is Achieved
The best success that is achieved,
Is the kind one feels within...
And is not denied,
By a comparison made.
A stated success,
That relates to acquiring things to impress...
Is much like a quick passing of a fad.
Once that trap fades...
A satisfaction remembered with it dies.
The best success that is achieved,
Is the kind one feels within...
And is not denied by a comparison made.
Leaving this accomplishment to stay and endure,
For as long as the memory of how it was done...
Lingers in the mind of the one who does it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty of my Instincts,
Beauty of my Instincts,
Beauty of my Instincts is like a Movement of a Tiger,
That we are on the Trodding of Great Growth from Tribulations,
Every plan that God hast for the Fourth Creature is more than a Kingdom.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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