Do This With Interest Shown
When you have finished,
Searching for more dirt...
That has not been revealed,
To appeal to your taste.
For smearing...
Undermining and ruining,
Those who have more than paid their dues.
By the good deeds done with sacrifice,
They continue to do.
Know this,
Your investment in wickedness...
Has not been discreetly hidden.
And you are about to receive the bill,
That requires not only that you pay...
For your offenses spent to diminish and defame,
At another's expense.
But that you also do this with interest shown,
Quick.
Or something that resembles a swiftness.
And,
With such public speed exposed.
Knowing,
That your days are numbered!
And please...
Do not regard this as a warning.
Regard this as a promise of delivery,
Long overdue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Payday Long Overdue
No one knows,
What you go through each day.
But there are some with 'something' to say...
About what it is,
That you do...
To get done.
No one knows,
How it is that you feel.
But opinions given they will reveal.
Just to get the satisfaction...
To opened ears to appeal.
But you know that...
Your payday coming for you is overdue.
For those dues paid that you've been through.
With no sad songs sung heard,
To come from you.
So get that payday long overdue.
You've been through what no one ever knew.
Leave those sad songs,
For others who sing the blues.
And you know that,
Your payday coming for you is overdue.
For those dues paid that you've been through.
With no sad songs sung heard,
To come from you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIII: Complimentary
Some regard it as an honor
Some regard it as a burden
Some regard it as a formality
Some regard it as a flattery
Some regard it as an improver
Some regard it as an insult
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Every Cent Spent
Laugh.
I want you to do it,
Until you are through.
Do it with unstoppable fun.
I hope your eyes are wide open to see...
I am not blind at all to notice,
Your laughter is directed at me.
Laugh.
I want you to do it,
Until you are through.
Do it with unstoppable fun.
I'm wanting you to do this until you are done.
Laugh!
Continue on.
The expense of your humorous joviality,
Will not be paid by me.
But you.
This I guarantee.
And at these prices paid today,
For what you do...
Every cent spent,
At 'your' expense...
Comes with a receipt,
To verify the value.
Showing you the worth,
Of your actions served.
Laugh.
I want you to do it,
Until you are through.
Laugh,
Don't stop.
I encourage more of it from you!
And I promise you this...
Every cent spent,
At 'your' expense'...
Will be returned as deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Eternal Twins: Love And Hate
It consumes without regard
It shape without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power
We look for it but it finds us
It devours without regard
It destroys without regard
It brought nations to its knees
And lifted its people
It gives power without regard
It enslaves without regard
We are but pebbles in its wake
When it overflows in us
And yet.... Its ugly twin holds
Power over it
It consumes without regard
It shapes without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power....
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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End Result
You may wish to give me suggestions
To encourage my belief that I can not be or do something.
But you are not going to prevent me to believe
I can not do something.
Or replace my dreams with yours.
That's been done to me too many times before.
You have shown me your weaknesses.
I am your brother and you regard me,
As if...
I am here to exist for you.
Aren't we all here to exist to benefit one another?
You are much too naïve.
And programmed to receive the wrong signals from me.
What I can do is to prove to you what I can not!
These days you have exposed too much incompetent thinking.
In other words...
The process taken is to be admired.
But the end result for your kind of mindset...
Is for you,
Regrettably near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regardless
It doesn't matter...
How you regard me.
Where you regard me
If you regard me.
Or why or even when,
I am regarded by you at all.
If neither one of us are sharing...
To acknowledge it!
Whenever I am home,
And feeling alone.
That is done...
When and if those moments arrive,
Regardless!
And...
Until those moods decided to leave...
There I am,
In total disregard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Experiment Experienced As Life
Split divisions within divisions split.
Tattooed decisions made,
To brand and pierce skin...
Without regard,
For these 'vehicles' we ride inside.
Gifted...
Yet to us we've been loaned.
To thoughtlessly do,
Those misdeeds we've shown.
Increasing a disrespect and value for life,
To dispel that this is a fact that's known.
As we diminish our influence on Earth,
With a disbelief there is no Supreme Deity...
Observing every speck we leave unconsciously,
From birth.
To displease this Almighty 'Deity'.
As we refuse to take flight to greater heights,
Flown!
In exploration.
Not condemnation.
To sow as grown and harvested.
And we wonder why our treasured life...
Speeds ever so rapidly,
Towards a meeting with a demise...
We seem to have chosen with blind eyes!
Prone to be conditioned to acceptable limits.
And pray, we do, to have things our way.
Disobeying every sign that has displayed...
WHAT controls!
WHAT rules and commands.
And WHAT can end it all one day!
To dismiss this experiment experienced as life,
Symbolized to rituals fixed and worshipped.
Since we have yet to perceive,
A Magnificent Deity conceiving...
Our fragile existence as nothing,
To sacrifice.
Because we do not pride ouselves,
With a gratefulness.
Although...
For a Creator of such Awesome Power,
Prepared to deliver without hesitation...
What is seemed we most want and wish,
To give us and be done with it as asked...
And quick.
With such a Divine swiftness.
Never to disappoint those saved and serving,
In an observing faithfulness kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept Secret From An Ugliness Unknown
The good ones
Are not often depicted,
To be the kind
You'd find,
Using a bathroom in their homes.
The bad ones
Are always those perceived,
In need of the good ones
To lead with their assistance,
On the right path.
The good ones
Are always spoken of as being nice and liked
With voices sweet and appealing.
The bad ones
Are rumored to be heartless,
Ruthless and crazed
By the good ones.
And nasty tempered people.
Who curse and treat them mean
For no apparent reason,
The good ones say.
Left them amazed
The good ones
Lie and cheat.
With the twisting of truths,
To those they initially meet
And those made to look bad
Who are victims of character assassinations,
To use by the good ones
For purposes to discreetly deceive others,
With their hidden agendas
Kept secret from an ugliness unknown,
But to the 'bad' ones shown.
The bad ones know of this.
And have already experienced,
Being victimized by this wickedness.
And come forward to speak of it.
'You would never believe what happened to me! '
~Really?
You're one of the bad ones.
Right? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quickens Its Own Demise
A shallowness connected,
And shared with limited mentalities...
Quickens its own demise.
This is not shown,
Until a visitor from the unknown is made.
And only then does an end,
To sophisticated ignorance shown...
Saves others from demons,
Hiding from the innocent in darkness!
In an overblown self induced superiority.
Where a slick wickedness is practiced and condoned!
And they undo themselves with an honorable skill.
And when revealed...
Squeal like children discovered doing evil deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deviant Ways
How can you say you hate me with a passion,
And then become compassionately submissive...
With a hunger for me to feed.
What is it about me you despise publicly,
In other's eyes?
Yet privately delight to sweat,
In my arms under 'my' sheets.
With a begging of me not to let you go?
And you wish others to believe this...
To keep me from them distanced?
You wish me your private 'piece'?
But discreetly you seek,
From ME loyalty?
For FREE?
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
Why should I tolerate that nonsense,
These days.
I am not your secret trash to used,
To scratch your rash.
So you can hit it and dash as you please.
Since you want to continue to give me 'shade' in public.
And expect me to keep silent about your 'kinkiness'.
There is going to be mutual dividends to this.
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am 'paid'!
A 'P' with lots of 'AID'!
If you are expecting me to protect,
Your deviant ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Wickedness
Implement a lie...
To try to get others on your side.
Will work until your evil deeds are revealed!
It will take time...
But what you've concealed,
Is going to kick your behind!
And the effectiveness of your wickedness,
Will one day heal those you lied on to kill...
Leaving it obvious you are disturbed in your mind!
That is coming...
As those who continue to probe will find!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Thermostats
Whose love is this we're losing?
This investment began to sour long ago.
We did not save or maintain deposits.
We did not gain but lost interest!
Now you seek receipts for commitment given?
Whose love is this we're losing?
I'm continuing to lose count
Of whether or not we checked and balanced
Or even bounced on our bed!
Has that account been closed as well?
Whose love is this we're losing?
Why continue to pay the mortgage...
If the homefires keep a constant draft.
Coming from misplaced undercurrents!
Leaving us revolving in cycles,
On other doorsteps.
Trying to locate anything that resembles what we had,
Before our thermostats stopped working!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing,
postulates consciousness.
quote by Max Planck
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Those Free Fee Days Without Acknowledgement
If I am to become of service to you...
At who's expense,
Would my deeds be dispersed...
And dispensed?
What would be the benefit...
If I should exhaust my time,
Just for the goodness of it?
And if I am expected to produce my best...
Would you make it a priority,
To ensure my needs are met?
And when I am done to your satisfaction...
Would you make it clear,
Your appreciation is sincere?
Or would you do like others have done...
Take full credit!
To leave me with none.
And left ignore to make comments...
Like I've heard before,
'Why should you expect anything...
For something you do,
That comes so easy for you! '
So don't take offense,
If I mention I like to eat.
And my needs require a fee.
Since begging to me,
No longer returns a dollar...
Or makes sense.
Especially when my time I have spent!
While others offer nothing,
But a look of surprise when I make hints...
That my bills need to be paid.
Also my rent!
'You are either going to feed me...
Pay me!
Or never bother me again!
And if you choose to pay me...
It will be the fee I say.
Those free fee days without acknowledgement,
Have gone!
If I'm gonna slave like I did in those days...
These days I want to get paid!
With a clarity of my wants and needs exchanged,
Appropriately with compensation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tis With Unsweetened Revenge
If decisions are made to slander and libel,
At the expense of someone's reputation.
Anonymously!
And with projected spice.
For additional irritation!
Wouldn't that be cause for calls of public flogging?
With selected garments chosen,
To expose the butts of those caught by surprised,
With their pants down.
'Is that a 'pun'? '
No!
Sacred posteriors exposed would be puns!
This should not be debated in a court of law.
Especially if someone initiates,
The undermining of another.
With intent.
The due process this culprit should expect,
Is a tinge of unsweetened revenge...
That promotes the art of freelance butt kicking!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soul-Time
I can not un-regard
I can not deny the sustain,
I can not over-refrain
acknowledging the kind gifts
you gave.
I'll not ever repay
the time
you spent
and came
when I needed
time
time
to cry
time to cry;
I cannot re-pay
all that
but offer
only that
if you need me
if you need me
I'll be there
to pay my Soul-Debt-
the most sacred kind
of debt owed
and debt re-paid.
So here's
my IOU,
my promise
to come through
for you
when
it's your turn
to need
Soul-Time.
Time when
souls mix
and renew.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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An Investment to Manipulate Eternity
Reality slowly has to you been revealed.
But your addiction to fantasy,
Has left truth to be suspected.
Even though you are quick to be deceived...
Anything that reeks of an apology,
You will receive and believe.
Thinking this action,
Provides you a more respected life!
And an investment to manipulate eternity.
And those with their eyes closed,
Have chosen to overdose on fed delusion.
Numb they are to anything that is real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misfit Beatings
I take a beating for my needs!
I kick myself and sit in despair.
I need a love of mine right here,
Not 'there'
Behind someone's closed doors,
Like a whore who disappears
Doing whore chores!
Seeking fresh pieces...
To admire and adore.
Then suddenly reappear?
At my door?
As if that's not clear,
A 'respect' was ignored.
I take a beating for my needs!
I close myself off...
When open I want to be.
I want to unleash this love and release,
But someone I trust must receive...
And be pleased to be with me.
Or I will go on denying,
It's pride I feel from a wounded heart!
And not from a touch I long to feed,
From depths surfacing seeking a fresh start!
Alone I groan...
And take a beating,
For my needs.
I know what I want...
But I'm not getting it with ease,
And that is upsetting.
So much so,
I have been on my knees!
I take a beating for my needs.
But sorrow does not come to share them.
I may take a beating for my needs...
Knowing what I want,
Will be what it is.
When it comes to give fulfillment,
That is complete without self deceit
To relive...
Or surrender!
And come for me with a goodness,
Meant to be.
I take a beating for my needs...
To one day taste the sweetness,
Delivered just for me!
To one day taste the sweetness,
Delivery just for me!
To one day taste the sweetness,
Delivery just for me!
I take a beating for my needs...
And in the meaning of this feeling,
Repeated it will be...
Until I have the will and strength,
To set myself finally free.
I take a beating for my needs.
I know that more and I can see.
I'm not as eager to punish,
Or as quick to accept defeat!
I take a beating for my needs,
I do!
But I do it to clean the slate...
For whoever arrives when that time comes.
To mate.
For whomever that will be,
To help me forget
The foolish things done!
To free myself finally to enjoy fun.
When that one comes and stops my urge,
To end my misfit beatings...
Inflicted with such fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dieu! Qu'il La Fait
FROM CHARLES D'ORLEANS
God! that mad'st her well regard her,
How she is so fair and bonny;
For the great charms that are upon her
Ready are all folks to reward her.
Who could part him from her borders
When spells are alway renewed on her?
God! that mad'st her well regard her,
How she is so fair and bonny.
From here to there to the sea's border,
Dame nor damsel there's not any
Hath of perfect charms so many.
Thoughts of her are of dream's order:
God! that mad'st her well regard her.
poem by Ezra Pound
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And when we draw lines in the sand with regard to certain basic things that are vital to our interest and to the interest of democracy and our friends around the world, we have to be willing to back that up.
quote by Fred Thompson
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