Envious
Those who are envious,
Do not only hold that inside...
It is expressed openly,
In the environment in which they live.
This enviousness,
Often oppresses...
Those who are afflicted with this sickness.
And it is handed down through generations,
As if the display of it is a gift!
It should be quarantined,
The moment it is witnessed.
Addressed for what it is and dealt with!
Or it will decay any relationship,
That becomes exposed and associated to it!
Look around.
I am sure it's not difficult to see,
The evidence of it wherever it sits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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The Oppressionist
There’s a man who oppresses
You can tell by the way he dresses
That he cleans up all of his messes
Whenever he oppresses
Prejudice is what he does
Against all mankind who isn’t like him
The same skin color or bite size
He’s the man who oppresses
And he never makes second guesses
About who he oppresses
They call him the oppressionist
The man who commits
Prejudice
That’s what he does to live
And there’s not one day that he won’t miss
Of being an oppressionist
He’ll yell at you if your hair’s not like his
He’ll persecute you if you aren’t perfect
For this oppressionist
Will disregard anyone who’s not like him
poem by Alex Fischer
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My Lasting Love
God, please do not command me to live without her. Do not make things such that she forgets me. The more I try to be close to her the more difficult situations become. Things become so difficult for her and I do not know why? So much pain she has to go through, but why? All that I have tried is to love. Never anything more and never anything less. Just wanted to gift some love to you and that too openly so that you never find it to be less. I am glad, just glad that we actually loved endlessly.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Margin Of Error
Impossible it is to have zero defects,
In an ongoing business relationship...
When an attachment to spats and tit for tats,
Begin.
Escalated screaming matches do not end,
With a forgiveness easily given.
And allowing a margin of error to widen,
In which obvious disrespect...
Becomes an open battle shown in public,
That is addressed between two that exists...
So difficult it is to continue to accept this!
And then pretentions enter in.
Introductions of rumors gossiped,
Has in fact exposed reality.
And without maturity expressed,
Dividends of happiness one expects to get...
Is not worth the prospects,
Of waiting with patience for positive change...
People who pay exorbitant fees,
For counseling are led to believe.
And the better it is for one's emotional survival,
To just walk away from an investment lost.
Than to pay the cost to sit behind bars confined,
With lots of time on one's mind trying to forget...
Being impulsive, selfish and impetuous.
'When I pushed him off the balcony,
It did not occur to me then...
How high we were.
And how low I allowed myself to stoop.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Narcissism Is A Sickness
Narcissistic are those sick,
Who seek a power that they get.
To then believe they are above all others,
Doing as they wish.
Narcissistic are those sick,
With self interests they see fit.
And no matter who they use,
They don't see themselves as being fools.
Narcissistic are those sick,
But they think they have a gift.
Until exposed it shows them weak,
With temptations pleased in kept secret.
Narcissism is a sickness.
But those with egos don't see it.
They see themselves as gifts.
With a doing as is wished.
Narcissism is a sickness.
But those with egos don't see it.
They see themselves as someone's gift.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
Narcissism is a sickness,
With a doing as is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
Narcissism is a sickness,
With a doing as is wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comprehending Conversations
Distressing is the truth as it is addressed.
So much of it is exposed.
It no longer has to be debated.
Or baited for confessions to be professed.
It is being naturally expressed.
As if it now sits within everyone's consciousness.
Wielding a saber.
And slashing down to size...
Those with over bloated and boasting mindsets.
And there is no reason to put those in denial on trial.
Comprehending conversations with less pretense,
Will be in the atmosphere for quite awhile.
They are in debt,
Yes.
We are in debt,
Yes.
Everyone shares an indebted togetherness.
In a depthness obvious and clear it is regretted.
And...
Instead of the separate checks requested?
May we have that 'gluttony' on one check, please?
And...
Is it possible we can be forgiven if we don't leave a gratuity?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What For Them Was Isn't
What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
But the flavor of it is gone.
And many are trying to hold onto it.
With a savor craved...
That brings them to the edge,
Of a tantrum fit!
Since what sits in their minds from yesterday,
Hasn't for them really gone away.
They want it returned!
They want it to stay!
They feel betrayed by an enslavement made!
What for them 'was'
ISN'T anymore.
Or will be again.
For anyone else to be explored!
Those heard droaning in a whining moan...
Are lost and locked in a consciousness,
Soon to be all their own.
What for them was isn't.
It's never coming back!
That's a fact they wished attacked.
But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...
The hands on it sit!
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
No movement,
Is witnessed from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shows As Being Clearly Exposed
If someone is so determined,
By a going out of their way...
To make another look as if crazed.
And a fool.
Shouldn't they at least not display,
Having the experience as evidence...
To convince those listening,
That they just may be admitting...
Something about themselves,
That was not intended for anyone to know?
But shows as being clearly exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After an extensive investigation, the office produced a report that addressed the many questions that confronted the difficult issues, it laid out new evidence, and it reached a definitive conclusion.
quote by Kenneth Starr
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What's so difficult...
What's so difficult,
About the word,
No.
What's so difficult,
About our,
Relationship.
What's so difficult,
About,
Us.
What's so difficult,
About the words,
Stay away.
What's so difficult,
About,
Don't talk to me.
What's so difficult...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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April Fools' Day
In 1854 or somewhere around that date,
Someone decided...
This day for them they would celebrate.
Poking fun and playing practical jokes.
Doing silly things and teasing when they spoke.
April Fools' Day today...
No longer seems that day to display a harmless merriment!
There is an exposed existence of a sickness witnessed,
Everyday.
And not only on the first of April,
Are these fools spreading their massive illnesses...
To feast on the remainder of sensibility!
And determined they are to prove,
Fools like them...
Are no chickens coming home to roost!
But to rule from ovens.
As they bake to roast to feed their mindless tastes!
And this is their day to rejoice in their self praise.
Unfolding an ignorance that suspends indefinitely!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Very Moment That It Stings
From the very moment that it stings,
Forgiving to forget a harboring that swings...
Back and forth from that day forward,
When a heartbreak begins to be remembered...
Doesn't end to forever disappear.
From the moment that it strings,
One's heart is torn and broken.
And those tears that flow that shows one's woes,
May come to mend.
But a bitterness sits every now and then.
From the very moment that it stings,
It's difficult to pretend...
A feeling inside no longer rides.
To disguise it for something else,
With a charading faked denied on one's face.
From the very moment that it stings,
Enough is enough..
A quality once known can not be patched up!
And from the moment that it stings...
One knows a change has begun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Tree That Sits
Like a tree that sits...
To be observed and taken for granted.
I am here.
Not to intellectualize my emotions.
But to feel them as experienced.
Not to convince!
But to know that they exist.
Whether you see them exposed bared.
Or not!
Or whether I keep them within.
They do not stop.
I live to feel every one of them!
And changing my outer appearance...
Does not excuse the fact,
They are intact.
To be shown.
Beneath an exterior...
One soul only at a time condones.
And inside me this is known.
Like a tree that sits,
Rooted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moment To Moment
Too many nights of isolation
Too many echoes in my head
Too many fires left burning
In this bed
Too many thoughts of desperation
So much pain deep down below
So mych a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
I ask you how can a man keep his distance
How can he reason with his heart
How can you hold me so near
Yet keep me so far
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
Sometimes Id like to break you down
To see if theres a trace of woman in you that could be found
But I just keep prayin youll come around
And live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
So much a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
You know I want to give it all
I live from moment to moment
Everyday of my life
I live from moment to moment
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.
And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.
A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.
This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.
'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Medicate
I've been lying awake at night
I've been hoping that I'm alright
I've been winding myself too tight
Wondering if I will sleep tonight
Never thought things would get like this
Always hoping that they'd work out
Now I seem to be filled with doubt
I cannot stop this ride
I'm growing cold inside
I shouldn't let it slide
Will sickness be mind
This should not be my weight to bear
Go on acting like I don't care
Stop this high-I wouldn't dare
I have earned and deserve my share
Things like this happen every day
While I'm in there I feel okay
But you say I should get away
Let me got for just one more day
[Chorus x2]
I've got to medicate myself,
I'm not concerned about my health
It covers up what I've been dealt, it seems the only way
I've got to medicate myself, its been the only thing that helped
Must cover up what I have felt, it seems the only way
[Chorus x2]
Sickness is mine, sickness is mine, sickness is mine
song performed by by Flaw
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The Reason For The Split
To be in a relationship that ends,
For one to claim they do not know what happened...
Should not have been a relationship that began.
For someone not to be conscious,
Of their own relationship...
Could mean they do not wish to admit,
An activity or lack of providing it...
Was the reason for the split.
And...
If the other one involved in the same relationship,
Has a difficult time remembering it took place...
Well,
There is no need to continue a nosey probing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kafka truly illustrates the way the environment oppresses the individual. He shows how the unconscious controls our lives.
quote by Manuel Puig
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Inside Out
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybody keeps on telling me how to be
And everybody tells me do what they say
Oh Ill help myself its up to me and no-one else
But till Im ready just keep out of my way
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybodys got me running round, up and down
And here I am going out of my mind
But I wont lose sight of all the, the things Im looking for
Theyre coming to me and Im taking whats mine
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Ill play the game
Well make the same mistakes
Its all the same
If we can give and take
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
All of my life Ive been searching and hanging on
Turning a corner, never know what Id find
But now Im back again like I never went away
Ooh let me in Im through with wasting my time
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Oh inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Knowing One's Difference
there are differences
they begin to show their faces at first in the dark
and then
unable to hold what they have inside their hearts
they exposed themselves in an island of light
they talk and they begin to explain
i am what i am, says the old difference
and it doesn't matter now, says the new one
we come, says all of them
they finally say, we come to tell you
that there are no points of comparison
now, the one with a scar says
you must learn to live alone
thrive and grow and
just be yourself for there is no other
no one
and then one moment he says
'aha! ' and then he jumps and shouts
after that
he is so silent and starts to write.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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