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Doing Something On Their Own

I can find the restrooms in my home,
Blindfolded.
There are two.
And I know what to do and how to use both,
For purposes to address an agenda.
I do not need a tour guide,
To make clear my familiarity.
Some have a need to have their hands held,
During a repeated process.
To feel a comfort in this repeating...
Something they do is correct.
And does not offend...
If they should be caught alone,
And doing something on their own
That may not be condoned or accepted.
Hoping that what is done...
Is approved by everyone!
Even if what they do,
Captures no one's attention.
With or without...
Making attempts to apply imagination.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comfort of Familiarity

The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!

The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!

The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Convincing Relentlessness

What's old?

The repeating of excuses.

What's new?

The refusing of repeating anything old.
Stale and molding.

Although what's old is accepted,
By those who redo yesterday to update.
As if no difference has been made,
To replay with embellishment...
That has an approval,
From those who look the other way...
Portraying themselves as victims of amnesia,
With a convincing relentlessness.

Making what's new,
Always within limits as to not to offend...
Anyone seeking the getting of attention!
Or the mentioning of anything,
That yesterday took place.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up And Disappeared

There has been a lot of listening missed,
That did not reach either your left...
Or right ear.
And I know there has been many attempts...
To reach you.
But you...
Refused to pay attention.
Since what was said you did not want to hear!

Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.
But the only thing your stubborn held fits,
Has not understood...'and' 'that' you've dismissed.
Any understanding those few were willing to give,
Has up and disappeared with no regret shown for it!

Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Many Times Have You Told Me That?

You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.
The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.

And I will say this,
About your version of the 'incident'.
And your need to have it accepted.
From a point of view you wish respected.
You need no longer to protect it.
Since it is obvious who between us,
Has been more affected.
So I will leave you to get some needed rest.
With any version that conflicts,
With the one that I witnessed.
And your attempts not to be involved in it...
Will be a matter between you,
And your deluded consciousness.

Do you see me?

'Of course I see you! '

Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?

'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '

You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.

The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.

Do you see me?

'Of course I see you! '

Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?

'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '

Oh,
I can be wrong.
How many times have you told me that?

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The Factor Favored And Embraced

Competition.
Division.
And the getting of attention,
For those deeds done that people do.
If those were not considered as attributes...
And removed from the mindsets,
As a conditioning process...
To make one feel accepted and approved,
There would be more of a collective effort made...
Towards those goals people say are to the benefit,
Of all mankind.
But as of today,
Immaturity is the factor favored and embraced.

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Caught Up and In Between Explanations

We make attempts to respect.
But we should not neglect
Our own peace of mind
Trying to find reasons...
Or excuses not to offend
For actions taken out of context
Or misunderstood by others!
That chips away from our intentions!
Especially when we find ourselves,
Caught up and in between explanations!

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This 'Is' A Judgement Passed

Someone making frequent attempts,
To compensate for a laziness...
And lack of discipline,
With a making of false claims on others.
Hoping their statements made,
Will gain them some attention...
Sounds like a riped condition for mental therapy.
And this 'is' a judgement passed.

When lines of divisions are clearly seen,
Between those respecting themselves...
And those envious of others,
Because they are keeping themselves clean...
And have unquestionable good hygiene,
An effective detrimental process has taken place.
Something in the mind has been implemented,
If someone can not see or face their own disgrace.

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In Need Of An Audience

The ones with egos,
Seem to always bring their mysteries...
To be addressed.
With a massaging done constantly.
While those with credentials,
Appear to have less to express.
Bearing nothing with them to appease,
Or tease anyone to impress.

The ego driven,
Seem to wish their interests known.
These folks no one can just walk pass.

As those of true accomplishment,
Deliver their deeds with a speed to be believed.
To leave those who strut,
With pomp vacant of circumstance.
And feeding on a need for attention shown.
Overblown, overstaged and miscast.

Doers of accomplishments,
Never find themselves uncomfortable.
Not in environments where they are left alone.
Wherever they are,
They appear to be relaxed.
Almost as if they wish this to be condoned.

'I'm in need of an audience!
Where can I get an audience quick? '
Are the frantic fed panics of those with egos.
And making themselves sick.
With wishes to flap their lips a bit.

These thoughts are on the minds of those,
With a need to have their egos 'breathe'.
In a desperate unspoken desire to please.

In an approved acceptance they must solicit...
To feel themselves qualified.
Approved!
And undeniably received.

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Outdated Praise

My experiences seem to peak...
When treated,
With the fresh flowing...
Of creativity at its birth.
Arriving on Earth from the unknown.
For redundant examinations!

To expose myself to repeated visits,
With wishes to be affected,
As expected...
By those who make attempts,
To re-invent an exposed fresh flow.
Is for me too conforming.
With a 'boring' done and shown!

It for me is like trying to find new ways,
To tie shoes...
I've known have worn out.
And doing my best to develop an interest,
In the activity.
Although they may comfort my steps,
When I walk about.
The wear and tear is there to express this!

My need to be excited by innovation,
Is not comprehended by those...
Seeking to authorize a familiarity!
To eventually announce an acceptance,
With outdated praise.

To those subjected to limited vision...
This is okay.
Who am I to say it isn't?

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Fixed Like This

Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.

Choosing to regurgitate a repeated point of view.
And feeling stuck without adventuring...
Beyond the familiarity of daily complaints.
Is a mind fixed like this within a self centeredness.
With wishes for nothing else to do.

Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.

And very little can be said,
To those with minds encased within thick heads.
And making attempts to convince with opinion,
Eventually will be observed to make no difference.
Determined is this kind of mind to find negativity.

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For Community Purposes

'...and keep in mind,
As we come to a close
Of viewing those living in denial...
This tour does not take requests,
To stop and offer positive assessments.
Those attempts have been tried...
And a few of our tour guides were hospitalized.
However...
We do supply applications,
For anyone desiring a federal grant
That details the importance of these tours,
To keep educational and entertainment enhanced...
For community purposes!
Make sure that is underlined.
That can not be overstated.
Remember...
These tours are for your knowledge.
And those grants are provided,
Without need of documentation.
This should be especially attractive to those,
Securing non-profit status! '

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True and Sincere

If my love satisfied...
I wanted to please you.
If I was by your side,
To aid and comfort you
I wanted to be there...
And I was not to leave.
If I came to you with worries on my mind,
Hoping with you I would find someone to confide.
Not to be denied
But by my side wanting much to be,
With me!
If I could not see or feel your touch...
Or a sense of empthy you held for me inside,
There is nothing you can say to keep me here.
Especially if it is clear you had no idea,
My feelings for you were true...
And sincere!

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Is That A Question Or A Statement

Do you mind repeating what you just said?

'Of course not.
What is it that you wish to be repeated? '

That's what I am asking you.
I don't know.

'Well,
How do you expect us...
To have a meaningful conversation,
And communicate...
If you are not paying attention.
Now what kind of sense does that make? '

None?

'Already I'm confused.
Is that a question or a statement,
You just made? '

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Magical Mystery Tour

(LennonMcCartney)
[Roll up! Roll up for the magical mystery tour!
Step right this way!]
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up (And that's an invitation), roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up (To make a reservation), roll up for the mystery tour
The magical mystery tour is waiting to take you away
Waiting to take you away
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up (We've got everything you need), roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up (Satisfaction guaranteed), roll up for the mystery tour
The magical mystery tour is hoping to take you away
Hoping to take you away
Mystery trip
Aaaah... the magical mystery tour
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up (And that's an invitation), roll up for the mystery tour
Roll up (To make a reservation), roll up for the mystery tour
The magical mystery tour is coming to take you away
Coming to take you away
The magical mystery tour is dying to take you away
Dying to take you away, take you today

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Okay, Okay, Okay! I Get It. I Apologize

Okay, okay, okay!
I get it.
I apologize.
I should not have called you an idiot.
I should have left it alone as a thought.

But since I have apologized
Let us both pretend,
You are not the fool I believe you are.
And you can forgive me for any perceptions,
You assume in the future
I might have of you that offend.

Even those thoughtless statements,
I may make in public
And surrounded by an attentive audience,
You now know
I did not intend to mention as they were heard.
And repeated.
Over and over again.

I'm glad you realize,
We all make mistakes.
Although they may be done on a regular basis.
I appreciate your acceptance of my apology.
I promise from now on,
I will make attempts to be more conscious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put Living Life On Your Agenda

Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.

It may seem that way,
But it doesn't have to be.
While you were working hard on a 9 to 5,
Others were working behind your back...
Cheating for an easier life,
And lieing and deceiving comfortably...
Day and night!

And if you are angry,
You have every right to be.
However...
You are not alone!
You are not the only one,
Trick by a way of life...
Your standards have condoned.

Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.

The first sign of trouble didn't faze you at all.
There were clues laid all over the place...
A decadence beginning was being thrown in your face.
The first time you accepted disrespect from someone...
That was a hint,
At least a clue...
You were not the only one to whom that was being done.

And remember making decisions not to become involved?
You shouldn't have turned your back!
What is happening today...
Could have then been easily solved,
Corrected and kept from attack.

So...
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.

And you really didn't care.
If you did what you should have done yesterday...
Was not to observe the crumbling done around you.
Something said would have prevented it instead.
And none of it,
Would have existed.

So...
Put living life on your agenda!
And get rid of everything else you've been doing.
Because whatever it is you've done,
Has not worked to your advantage.
Not if you are crying about your wants and losses!
You relied upon someone else,
To decide what was valued...
And what was to be tossed away.

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What Are 'Your' Specifics?

So much easier it is,
To attack one who achieves with a doing done.
Than it is to criticize that one who does this,
To impress with plans to do.

And...
With only the evidence one who judges can produce,
Of mistakes another has made in the process...
To the making of attempts to correct those mistakes,
In a public manner to have those errors addressed.

And yet with audacity an honesty is confessed.
To have it perceived the one who critiques...
Is the best one anyone should choose and select,
To represent the very of their interests.

'Yes...
Your ideas are worth a giving of attention.
But,
What are your specifics? '

~That has yet to be determined.
However...
I can promise you when elected,
You will 'then' know what my plans have been.~

'Do you have more than pictures,
And posters with slogans to show us? '

~Of course.
That too you will be given an opportunity to see.
But today my priority is to convince you,
What I offer is a better solution.~

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When In The Making Of Attempts

When in the making of attempts,
With intentions that had been premeditated.
What point is being made,
By the one deciding to provide a better attempt,
At a later date?

Who then would have the patience to wait?
Or believes one can produce,
Something that introduces one's best effort?

Unless one decides,
That the making of a first impression...
Is less effective than the making of a second.

And today,
Any sense being made at all...
Is a rarity that captivates and gets attention.

'Did you hear that? '

~No.
Hear what? ~

'Diction. Clarity. Enunciation with effectiveness.
A pattern of speech that is correct with vocal expression.'

~What should we do? ~

'I don't know.
I hope this is not an invasion.'

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Worthy of the Taste

I do not waste time making 'nice'!
I seek to make 'me' better.
Hoping that ingredient alone...
Is worthy of the taste condoned,
Enjoyed and savored!

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Without Intercepting With Attempts

To say that something had been known.
Prior to it affecting with dire results manifested.
To sit and have this pondered...
As a study of it was being done to process its effectiveness?
And how it would be digested in its detriment?
By those affected when it is infested!
Without intercepting with attempts,
To deflect the devastating onslaught that could exist?
Is purely someone's negligence and neglected expressed BS!
And further confirms,
The heightened acceptance...
Of approved incompetence!
Since no one with 'validated' common sense,
Would admit they are this ignorant!
Unless people had grown accustomed,
To dancing with it in comfort!

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