Do Not Misinterpret My Lack of Concern
Please do not misinterpret,
My lack of concern...
As a fact shown,
By my confession of it.
You can,
If you wish...
Interpret it,
As a thoughtful non-involvement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Our Individual Lives
What happens in our individual lives,
Does not seem to have the same affect on others...
Quite as emotionally.
In fact a lack of concern can be attributed to their actions.
Until something similar happens to them.
And that's when those near anf far will hear accusations,
About the less caring people show and do for others.
With little history of their own ever being shown individually.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What They Do Best
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And those who are involved...
Have no qualifications to qualify anyone!
And that's what they do best!
'Could 'redundancy' be the purpose
To stifle those 'with' purpose,
On purpose? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Concern To Prove
Who could better interpret,
From my point of view...
Those experiences I've had,
My whole life through...
From the day of my birth?
Could you do it?
To me that has to be proven.
And if I should become sick,
Or sustain an uncomfortable bruise...
Guess who would rush to my aid,
With concern to prove they do...
Showing interest in my healing process too?
And don't mention yourself.
Because that for a fact would not be you.
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Saddened By The Lack Of It
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.
Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Luck. I do not have to say more.
You don't have to say more.
You have said enough.
I have said what i wanted to tell you.
Do not misinterpret my own concern for both of you.
I am rebuffed, and suspected of having to discourage
you of your chances for the winning and the prestige.
I swallow this all. I do not have to say more.
I pray that i could be wrong and that you are right.
When the right time comes, and you come to me and tell me
That they have all swindled you into that wrong choice
Then by that time, i shall tell you so,
That i have said my lines and that was all that i need to do.
I do not have to say more. Now then, when the falling out comes
Both of you shall be responsible. You shall tell them
The party is over and you have nothing more to give
Because everything you have has all been carted.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What people really want in the theater is fantasy involvement and not reality involvement.
quote by Edward Albee
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The reality is that we are hated not because of our democracy, freedoms, and generous social security system; rather, we are hated because of our involvement in foreign conflicts and quarrels that were never our concern.
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When families observe a later, deeper stage of cult involvement they may find it necessary to consider the involvement of a professional such as myself in an intervention effort.
Confession
Listen up
This is confession
This machine motion is sure to break my heart
Listen up
This is confession
Recorded music sticks in the throat of god.
I o u, you dont own me
I o u, you dont own me
Party time, one mor night, everybodys affected
Listen up
This is confession
You are a poison that flows into my veins.
Listen up
This is confession
Ive never been so scared of letting you down.
You know me, so come closer
You know me, so come closer
Party time, one more town, everybodys affected.
I know you, you dont need me
I know you, you dont need me
Party time, one more girl, everybodys affected
Listen up
This is confession
They tell me heaven just has to be somewhere
Listen up
This is confession
Id lie to God if I could make him believe.
You owe me, and I need you
You owe me, and I need you
Party time, one more game, everybodys affected
This is my confession
This is my confession
Party time, one more lie, everybodys affected
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Having An Interest
Having an interest to understand something,
Makes it easier to comprehend.
And that understanding wanted increases to flourish,
With a nourishing that heals and mends.
And an acknowledgement needing not to be prompted.
Although on the other hand...
If there is no concern expressed shown at all,
After scratching one's head to the obviousness of it.
Those questions asked about why the lack of interest...
Will also quickly fade away eventually.
Leaving that which only has interest directed,
Getting all of the attention without the requesting...
To at least express some.
And when none comes,
Why bother?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nappy and Happy And Not Harried
I have never been 'black'.
Not midnight black.
Or even shown that,
At the crack of dawn.
I know that for a fact.
I would get up early to look.
And when I became African-American...
What happened to the West Indian part of me?
All I know is this,
Someone made an announcement...
And that part of my heritage,
Became a subdivision.
Like an urbanite separated...
From the others who surrounded,
In neighborhoods of suburban glee.
And when I wished to take all of that back,
To proclaim, in fact, I am indeed black...
It seems those who were lighter than I,
Wanted me to prove my loyalty too.
As if they had to approve...
My manner of speech,
And other things I chose to do.
I think they were trying to confuse me.
As confused as some of them appeared to be.
Sometimes when I did then reminisce,
The days of my youth I admit I missed...
I remember just being a 'Negro'.
And not have a concern...
On whose list I did not fit.
I was just 'Larry'...
Nappy and happy and not harried!
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Without A Need For Others To Interpret
You claim to know what it is that you 'see'?
And still allow yourself to disrespect it?
Either you don't know it for what it is...
Or,
Your perception of it is not grounded on fact.
You claim to know what it is that you 'see'?
And still allow yourself to disrespect it?
Either you don't know it for what it is...
Or,
Your perception of it is not grounded on fact.
And perceptions not ground on fact,
Could eliminate what you thought you had...
For someone else to appreciate,
With a knowing what it is that they have!
Without a need for others to interpret.
'Hang in there! '
No. YOU hang in there.
That's your expertise.
I have a life to live with doings to be pursued.
With no intentions to swing in the wind.
Or be linked to a ball and chain.
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Understanding The Lack Of What We Are
what we sorely
lack we do not
talk about, afraid
that this may lead
only to the destruction
of our bridge
our love knows
that time always
keeps its hands
moving, and we
soon accept that
this lack is part of
the house of love,
in fact, what we
lack built us the
spaces for windows
to exist for doors
to be real, and so
here we are now
still one, no one is
a shadow here,
a true soul cannot
project it...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lewdiology
Nothing done did,
Is what is perceived
As an actual act portrayed
Although believed to have taken place!
You see...
'IF' a confession admitted
Occurs prior to public scrutiny
And not revealed until discovered...
That said confession did not happen!
AND...
'Should' just go away.
That it doesn't...
Is not the fault of the perpetrator!
Or,
The predator!
Depending on the status of the doer!
And social standing.
You see...
Proper legal representation,
Obtained...
Can and will change the occurrence!
Eventually erasing the guilt quietly...
And restoring standards of dignity professed.
And lapses into the 'lewdiology' one performs,
No longer exists as observed.
No matter which bathroom one selects,
To test airport security.
Furthermore...
One with credentialed standing,
AND experienced in fine wine and dining...
Can and should use impulsive anxiety,
As a means to describe such behavior
As a misunderstanding!
A search for softer tissue!
And the touching of feet not bared or toes shown...
Is not an implication for solicitation!
But a mere expression of toilet seat approval.
Showing fingers under stalls with signals,
Also are signs to indicate comfort.
Alleged acts of impropriety are absurd!
Especially when embossed business cards,
Are displayed!
No matter who's badge has been 'flashed'
First...
For embellishment purposes.
And...
What occurred would not have happened,
'IF' those who caught this misdeed taking place...
Had worn sunglasses,
As to not to interpret this action as 'gay'!
It's appalling to be subjected to these witch hunts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether This Embarrasses Or Not
Listen Carefully.
Forget merits of integrity.
And those with credentials to teach it,
But...
Somehow have missed quite a few lessons,
In the process of 'obtaining' a permit...
To be deemed accountable for their actions.
Doesn't it seem preposterous,
Absurd!
Like seeing a hippopotamus in leather hip boots,
To hear someone vehemently defame someone's character,
For a wrong that was 'supposedly' done to them on purpose...
When these very same people,
Have not shown a shred of accountability in 'anything'.
But expect to be lovingly embraced showing up hours late,
'After' an event has taken place.
To then be heard embellishing truths with extended exaggerations,
And overheard making the same excuses used for years...
To dispel their lack of respect for anyone or anything.
But yet...
Will have the audacity to announce what someone has done to them,
As if a patience awaiting to address their whims...
Will not for them run out!
And it will for them end whether this embarrasses or not.
People who don't 'get it' don't seem to want to,
If it should mean a taking away of an attention they receive...
By imposing their lack of concern for others' time or patience,
If it proves to them these acts are inconvenient to consider.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivations
I 'act' like I don't care?
You're kidding?
Really?
You can see that?
I apologize.
I still have to work on my presentations.
You are suppose to detect,
That I don't care at all!
There should not be any question about it!
I hope I didn't waste too much of your time?
And 'that' is my main concern!
I am sincere about that!
Right now...
Thank you for bringing that to my attention.
I don't want anyone to misinterpret my delivery...
And/or their motivations!
Especially you.
I want them clear.
Meaningful!
And with a purpose,
That is affective!
When you leave me...
You will do so with full understanding.
And I will never leave you in doubt again!
You can bet your life on it.
Trust me.
I will not let that happen again.
Ever.
That is a promise.
You have been an inspiration!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We not only interpret the character of events... we may also interpret our interpretations.
quote by Kenneth Burke
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The More We Try
The more we try
Sung by - kenny loggins -
Some lessons are forever
Never need to change
Write and the word is written
Then we turn the page
But some lessons take forever
Time and time again
Caught in a battle that you cant surrender
And can never win
You tried to make me the boy of your dreams
The ones that you never could find
You thought you saw your face in mine
The more we try, the more we just get lonely
Though youve shown me how
The things you say are true
The lesson learned
Is no concern
If you dont even know me
To need love is all I really learned from you
The more we try, the more we just get lonely
Though youve shown me how
The things you say are true
The lessons learned
Are no concern
Cause you dont even know me
Sure youve done what you can do
But when all our time is through
To be loved is all I ever needed of you
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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With Little, If Any, Scrutinizing Feedback
The difference between 'good'...
And accepted mediocrity.
As observed and done with much ease.
Is a wish to break barriers of a commonness.
If it is acknowledged and then addressed.
There is nothing like being directed to be on top of things,
To avoid last minute necessities needed to produce success.
Or at least, the anticipation of it!
And doing that with hard work to manifest,
That which is considered the basics of success.
If something has been declared,
Prepared and ready for public viewing...
And a seriousness is attached!
And all cast members,
Are made to be aware of that fact!
All traps are then sealed
To appease those who may or may not clap,
Enthusiastically when that curtain closes.
And the lights are dimmed,
With little, if any, scrutinizing feedback!
Or a demand for entrance fees returned.
A preparation beyond rehearsals...
Is a requirement for that!
To make sure no one feels they've been burned.
Or singed by a lack of professionalism shown!
Since paying for that may be a concern!
'OH...
You seem to be familiar with theater.
And the quality needed,
To mount a successful production? '
Yes, I am.
That's why I avoid doing any of it here!
And one of the reasons why I am not asked.
Since what I do is not recognized.
Or considered acceptable to those,
Not up for the task!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes What You Cover With Your Hands
sometimes what you cover with your hands
if they misinterpret that
is not really intended for hiding
not the selfishness of your very own fingers
but
if they only know it by heart
are offerings asking
if you too are ready and willing to give them
the way you cover things are manners of asking
are you also willing to give
and give wholeheartedly without asking for
anything in return?
sometimes let me tell you
when i cover some lovely parts of myself
which you misinterpret again as
utter selfishness
nay, it is not the way you see things
skin deep
stones protruding on the low
ebbing of the season
sometimes let me tell you
when i cover the most vulnerable portion of my being
it is, in truth, just a manner of my asking
if indeed, in itself, and by itself,
if your love is true.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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