Drastic Measures Employed
I don't cater to excuses.
In fact,
When I hear them being made...
They instantly annoy.
Those who test the patience of others,
Eventually discover their 'ways' rejected.
Leaving them to wonder,
What it is that they've done.
When a routine has without doubt,
Disrespected to overdo and over-run...
To overkill with a doing done,
Drastic measures employed...
Must go into immediate effect.
With no exceptions expressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clean Paws
These days call for sarcastic measures.
'You mean 'drastic' measures! '
No...
Those days have passed.
If drastic measures had been taken,
When first warned foundations were shaking...
Sarcastic comments about blind leadership,
That should be leashed by seeing eye dogs...
Would not be made to flowingly cascade.
To parade in mud like they do today!
IF those blinded by the power of 'dirt'...
Had apologized for not having clean paws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patience Given
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Patience given to a child,
Learning when and how to use a toilet.
Patience given to a child,
Going to school for the first time.
Patience given to a child,
Learning how to share.
Patience given to a child,
When left with a babysitter.
Patience given to a child,
When learning the difference...
Between telling a lie and being honest.
Patience given to a child,
When being taught to be responsible.
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Extenuating exceptions beyond the call of reason,
Requires one to ignore with an ability...
That preserves a peace of mind one wishes,
To keep and maintain undisturbed...
By those who are,
Disturbed by their expectations to be exceptions...
To the rule.
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Drastic Measures
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
If I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
And all else I have tried has failed.
Contemplating in hesitation,
I simply could not do.
An immediate solution is needed.
And with a quickness this should be heeded.
Delay advocates an acceptance further disrespected.
This suggests it is okay,
To continue to ignore with increased child's play.
IF I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
I would have them quarantined,
Without their 'toys'.
To show them and myself,
Just how serious their diseased behavior...
Infects.
And what this means.
And...
They would not be released,
Until the demons from them cease.
With a passing of my 'Show Me Your Gratefulness Test'...
AFTER an obstacle course,
The Marine Corp developed for children who are pests...
Has silent their mouths.
And they have begun to digest and comprehended,
Whose rules under my roof...
Will be given the utmost attention.
This,
If I should mention...
Would save tax payers millions paid,
To rehabilitate any child of mine requiring discipline.
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
And...
Establishes a peace of mind!
However,
In these times we live where decadence thrives...
As a marketing device to divide and entice,
Drastic measures confines those to 'rights'.
With amendments and laws outdated,
And much flawed.
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Game Ready Folks
Game ready folks,
Have a ridiculous response...
For every nonsensical mindless thing done,
They do.
As if strategically placed on paths to annoy,
For reasons to test...
Those taking their lives seriously.
If one listens to excuses that the elders make,
One no longer questions why the younger ones...
Disrespect and have no discipline.
Especially if an increase of immaturity,
Is shown to be expressed by those decades older...
Than elemenatry school aged children.
But a fool kept in practice never seems to wisen.
And the excuses used...
Prove,
One strapped with an enforced handicap...
Will always seek assistance from others,
To undermine another with their charm.
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Exceptions
Exceptions...
Are dispensed all the time.
By those in positions,
Given authority to be selective...
To change what has already been defined.
Exceptions are granted...
Depending on the excuses,
Others can find.
And awarded they are,
To those with the same frame of mind.
With a forgiving of whatever it is that is done.
Or whomever has become affected,
By the one who has been accepted...
As an exception to overlook.
To then be regarded as a 'slight' imperfection,
Others with equal flaws and blemishes...
Would have long ago been rejected.
To experience shame and a life lived in regret.
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Find New Ways to Annoy
To those who annoy...
For purposes to gain attention.
And other conscious efforts,
Motivated by childhood deprivation.
Or something connected,
To a seeking not found.
Listen up!
Find new ways to annoy.
Don't just do it,
Because it is enjoyed and routine.
Make this a process of your creativity.
Revel with refreshed integrity involved.
Build upon it.
And you can...
Take pride that 'your' annoyance done,
Is second to none.
With an established identity,
Only you can deliver!
Only 'you' can prevent...
Hand-me-down-annoyances.
Make that your goal.
Think it over.
You can develop your own customed genre.
*Annoyances From The Heart*
Or something like that.
Just don't annoy for the hell of it!
Make it your concentrated area,
Of a deliberate artform.
And, If you'd like...
I'll provide you with a list of folks,
To test market your service.
I see success there for you.
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
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Making Those Choices To Do
Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Procrastinating in hesitation,
Makes for the creating of excuses...
Easier to get nothing done to wait.
Like one who wishes for a taste of cake.
However, making those choices to do...
Does remove those excuses made done,
With no follow through.
And pursued as one's destination that comes.
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Which Way That Wind Actually Blew To Blow
Often complaints are heard,
From grown men and women...
Who they blame for their insecurities.
While they did nothing innocently,
To become tearfully mistreated.
Either it will be,
Parents or other family members.
Or friends that eventually leave them,
To discover they have had it seeking...
Ways to please the selfishness of whims.
Only to hear from the mouths of others,
How someone who had been used,
Is now accused of abandonment.
Leaving only those who came to know,
Which way that wind actually blew to blow.
With the ceasing of it!
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As Is Meant To Be Told
With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.
The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.
Watch them mentally self destruct.
'Who? '
Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.
'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '
Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.
'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '
It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.
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In fact any experiment that measures a quantum effect is one in which the quantum effect is aligned with the behavior of some heavy, macroscopic object; that's how we measure it.
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
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A Task To Mask My Weaknesses
It isn't as easy as it seems,
To teach anyone...
Who has established a mindset,
That whatever is done which they do...
Is okay no matter what it is.
Betraying others with a disrespect to display,
Is a thoughtlessness that increases to test...
Others to accept a mindset,
Deep in selfishness.
And kept protected in ways unsuspected.
Until one steps forward to protest this disregard,
There will be excuses made forever...
By the ones who perceive,
Others exist to cater to their needs.
To leave them to do as they choose and please.
'You can say what you like,
But never again...
Will I be giving you another opportunity,
To perceive my giving...
As a task to mask my weaknesses.'
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twice Becomes a Habit
Doing what we please.
With the selling of our embellishments.
Has come under much scrutiny.
And a call to be precise...
Does not sit too comfortably,
With those irresponsible.
And others n'er do well.
Seeking a laziness to entice.
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
Some may see this as discrimination.
Not a justification...
To do away with incompetence.
And those who half accomplish...
What their intentions find difficult to finish.
These days a mediocrity,
Is being ushered from the spotlight.
Success comes with applied effort.
Not from those accepted as nice.
But aren't up to the challenge...
To get things done,
With sacrifice.
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
Gone are those days of going through the motions.
And adopting the notion,
Procrastination fascinates those with patience waiting.
Time is not a blind date...
Hoping to approve who shows and comes,
Out of breath with expressed excuses.
And annoying the diligent ones.
That tick-tocking on those clocks have stopped!
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
And refusing people like this,
From addressed strict agendas...
Keeps a purpose with direction flourished.
As long as it is understood...
They will always be kept in minds respected.
But their absence is welcomed,
When they are far away from strategic scenes.
Not to demean.
But to accomplish.
'No offense.
But we are here to get things done.
You understand that,
Don't you? '
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Don't Count On That At All
When I give...
Don't count on it being everlasting.
Unless there is a mutual exchange going on.
I have needs and desires to.
I can sit and listen to you.
And sitting to listen to you,
Is all that I have been doing.
That was not a career choice.
You have taken no time to hear me.
Feel or understand that I might wish for you to listen...
To me.
And I know that would be traumatic for you!
And like I said,
When I give...
Don't count on it being everlasting.
In fact,
Don't count on that at all.
I am removing myself from this nest.
I am leaving this convention of selfishness,
That I have allowed and made too comfortable...
To have my presence disrespected!
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
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A Need To Be Rejected
I have yet to meet anyone,
Who had a need to be rejected.
I have yet to hear with my ears,
From anyone's lips...
A request from them begging for it.
And yet there are those who reject others,
As if to smother them with neglect.
With a doing of it,
To express no regret or appear to be apologetic.
There are exceptions to the rule of this,
When inflicted and applied...
To those who do this and deny.
They will exlaim when the tables are turned on them,
A wholesomeness within them sits.
And all they do is give of themselves to others.
But the others have druthers to choose the opposite.
With rejection on top of their priority list.
I have yet to meet anyone,
Who had a need to be rejected.
I have yet to hear with my ears clearly,
A request from them begging for it.
Begging and pleading from trembling lips,
To get as much rejection as they can get.
Have you?
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The untold love
The love expressed
Only can be rejected.
The love withheld
Cannot be rejected.
There are more people
Who haven’t let their love
Lest it gets rejected.
30.03.2009
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Catching Mistakes
When I was a young boy,
I enjoyed...
The freedom of not making sense,
When jumping over fences then.
When I...
Did annoy,
I employed...
A look of innocence defending,
A right to make up alibis.
I did not know,
I was denying in hiding.
Or protecting a falsity seen.
I was just a little boy.
And playing that 'little' boy scene.
But..
Today so much I've grown,
To show I have courage.
With a nourishing of integrity.
And today I want it known,
Dignity and pride I will leave.
And what that means.
When I was a young boy,
I enjoyed...
The freedom of not making sense,
When jumping over fences then.
When I...
Did annoy,
I employed...
A look of innocence defending,
A right to make up alibis.
But today I'm not afraid,
To say I've made mistakes...
That bother me.
And I,
Wish to be forgiven...
For not catching mistakes I leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strong Enough Not To Express Their Frustrations
Explaining themselves with a host of excuses.
Says many things about people like this.
And the one thing that stands out clearly,
Is a wish they believe is kept secret...
To have their insecurities accepted.
With a protecting no one neglects of this.
These people are always demanding,
Understanding.
With a hope...
That someone will come along,
To allow themselves to be openly disrespected.
While comprehending in a patience understood,
They are the ones...
Strong enough not to express their frustrations.
Soley for the purpose to have others dump theirs.
Making the act of this help the dumpers feel good.
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