Eroded
Everyone wants what they want...
Yesterday.
Prepackaged,
And ready to meet their demands.
To be used!
At their descretion and availability.
To fulfill their needs and comforts.
When the time permits.
And 'if' that time fits the mood!
There is one thing missing,
With this kind of attitude!
A willingness to sacrifice,
That which is desired to exchange communication.
And too many seek to be pleasured,
As if on vacation!
With expectations.
As they commence to holding auditions,
For a production they wish both to direct and produce!
With beliefs their non-involvement,
Is going to provide a perfect relationship...
To be staged and presented without flaws.
And when that doesn't happen...
It is always someone else's fault.
Someone to accuse and abuse,
For their lack of comprehending the rules.
Loyality, devotion and complete subservience!
And this is the quality of life,
So many are finding has eroded from their realities.
A fantasized existence...
They've been indoctrinated to believe can be theirs,
Without a price to pay.
OR...
With little invested but an expected huge return.
At someone's expense but not their own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In That Mood To Pursue
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant but more...
Determinance.
Like a man standing in defense...
Of what I have now with confidence.
And no one's gona try to say I make no sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant,
With a meaning intent.
And a mind tracked on common sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I feel there's nothing now that I can't do.
I'm in that mood,
For me.
No one has to agree.
I'm up,
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I said I'm up...
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove,
To you or nobody in that groove...
Who aint got it goin' and movin'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deflated Commodity
Sharing within a relationship...
Time, devotion, commitment and love
Should not find these values outsourced!
And if that should happen...
Divorce yourself from this!
When you feel your concerns
Are being turned into goods exported,
And taken for granted by anyone.
Consider yourself...
Just another deflated commodity,
Used at the expense of someone's huge return!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far More Satisfying
The moment expectations become,
More important than a relationship...
One is led to believe,
Is shared with someone...
And a lack of feeling,
Verifies something is missing...
And has gone.
Those expectations,
Become less important to fulfill...
Than talking on the telephone,
With an obscene caller.
And far more satisfying,
Each time those obscenities are placed.
'I'm busy right now.
But...
Is it possible you can call back,
At eight thirty?
I'm sure my mate and I will not be speaking,
At that time.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Price So High Should One Agree To Pay
What price so high should one agree to pay,
That comes to sacrifice one's life away.
What degree of devotion is determined fits,
The giving one does...
With no return to replace any of it.
But remaining one does,
Attached to prove it to exist.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
To satisfy those judgemental.
As if it is known,
What a loyalty takes by those ready to critique.
Those without a discipline,
Or an intgerity instilled within one to keep...
Faithful.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
If the price one continues paying,
Is not to others valued.
Or observed to them to have worth,
With a benefit that visually impresses...
To measure up to the ever changing presence,
Of a quality of life fading from precious standards.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying The Price
If for no other reason they exist,
Those who have chosen to self destruct...
Have done this very effectively.
This is not a negative wish.
This is an observation of it.
And they seem to be the ones,
Who approach life from a superficial point of view.
With no depth, no insight, no ambition.
And certainly no respect or discipline shown,
To themselves or others...
They accuse for their lives of 'bad luck'.
Quick to critique the deeds of others.
With expectations to be served.
Since living to take without giving...
And use what and whoever it is,
Without replacing that with acts of gratitude...
Will not from them rise high on their agenda.
Although blaming with a fault to find is what they do.
And abuse themselves and whom they choose,
If not getting on demand what they wish...
Is not on someone else's list to prioritize,
They will promptly deceive with a getting of it.
No matter how blind the eyes in denial.
Or the expense others pay,
To refuse to accept truth.
And usually,
As time goes by...
And today time flies.
They are not alone or by themselves,
When it comes to paying the price.
They are we and we are them and all of us,
Are in this 'thing' together.
And not one of us is a Walrus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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YOU Are An Inspiration
You want me to create for you a job?
So you can do what?
Pester me about your lunch breaks?
Make personal phone calls at my expense?
Call in sick once every two weeks?
Get upset because someone else deserving,
Gets a raise?
Lie about being harrassed on the job?
Do much less than what is expected?
And then demand more pay...
Benefits.
Vacation time.
And expectations for a promotion...
To further expose your incompetence?
AND have a union back your laziness too?
I produce a product to be sold,
At a price people can afford.
And I can not do that,
Paying you much more than that product is worth.
Plus,
You want me to pay for your luxurious lifestyle.
When it would be more lucrative for me to get you,
A full time psychiatrist and use you as a tax write-off.
Hey...
I think I'm onto something.
YOU are an inspiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Interruptions
This is the deal:
You will either be trapped in madness...
Or you will be released to express bitterness!
This is your option:
Free yourself immediately,
From delusions of all kinds.
With one objective:
Realize nothing done and accepted,
Did not happen without your acknowledgement!
And if you have any claims of not knowing anything...
#1...your madness personalized will have company.
Know it and try not to outdo your hysterics!
#2...your released bitterness expressed...
Although a little late showing the outraged,
Will subside!
Eventually.
Either way...
You are not going to be alone!
Whatever the experience chosen,
Has been condoned.
Those denials you doubted and put on trial?
Have now become realities flourished.
Encouraged by the nourishing...
Of your acceptance of disbelief!
Those disbeliefs were never fantasized.
They were there but you shifted your eyes aside.
And there is nothing about them now,
That should be misunderstood.
Since you have paid the price...
Determining to keep your beliefs unchanged!
Holding onto a way of life as best as you could!
And everyone,
That you witnessed who kept reality shunned...
And now find themselves purchasing guns,
To protect themselves from an ignorance done...
To themselves and loved ones,
Go down the drain!
With those values and standards,
Historically 'said' to have been maintained!
Contained within pretentions insisted.
And you know they were yours to inflict!
With every rewriting done to it!
However and forevermore...
There is one thing comforting in all of this!
At least you have proven,
Your way to totally self destruct...
Has had no interruptions!
And comes at a time when self obsession,
Has been replaced with self examination!
At the expense...
Of your self indulging wasted existence!
And this, of course...
Your technology and experience,
Has without secret kept endorsed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cleansed With Self Righteousness
It would be great,
To live without a mistake to make.
Playing it safe with each step taken.
Giving us reason to criticize those,
With a life sentence of guilt!
Inflicted upon them...
For not living free of errors.
Flawless!
Like some who are cleansed...
With self righteousness.
And hiding behind masked pretensions.
Rigid they are.
And finding themselves being stripped.
Bared to show a hollow existence.
It would be great for the fakers,
If all lived in absent-mindedness.
And seeking deceit to find their comforts.
Many believe a purpose is revealed,
Living like this.
And definitions of happiness,
Are based upon a price tag.
To warrant a quality assigned.
And even if that could be used to soothe...
So many are discovering today,
The price is not right.
Nor does it provide substance.
If common sense unknown is missing.
Especially when the absence of it,
Keeps one from sleeping peacefully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Devotion Is Expected
She wanted to appear to others,
She had it together.
And was in complete and total control.
And he has stated,
Under one roof shared by two...
If communication wasn't done,
A key would be left...
And he would be through.
Both wish to have a relationship,
Shared with a caring done by another.
But someone has to agree,
Trying to impress others...
To prove one to be independent,
Is not good to establish a relationship...
If devotion is expected to flow with honesty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed To Fit Mode
I've never said anything to you,
I did not mean.
My record for being direct,
Should not in your mind be questioned.
But often it is.
You are prepared to be defensive.
And if I chose to be more basic,
You would believe I intend to offend.
It is just in the way you wish to hear my words.
You are seeking a definition to satisfy...
What you believe is my intent.
With alternative meanings.
Instead of comprehending,
With active listening skills...
What to you I am saying.
But...
Reacting to assumptions,
Is the basis of our lack of communication.
And your willingness to stay on fixed to fit mode.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doesn't It Seem As If This Dawn Is Different?
Good Morning.
Such a beautiful day.
Doesn't it seem as if this dawn is different?
Doesn't it seem as if the presence of fresh air,
Has made those stop and stare...
And wonder about their priorities and affairs?
Had you been one of those raise to use the 'N' word?
With the 'F' and the 'S' and the 'MF' next?
Were you one of those to 'G-D' them and their kind?
Today you may find yourself,
Feeling stupid and perplexed.
Realizing your beliefs are far from perfect!
Had you been one of 'those' to move away from 'them'?
Because of their features and color of skin.
Did you and your friends,
Plot to deceive.
Believing your future was to create,
Generations of dynasties.
To fulfill selfish needs of a racial 'purety'.
Are you one of those who now sit scratching,
Your once privileged head?
Isolated in surburbia,
And clouded in sadness...
With a dose of overwhelming dread?
You have to admit...
You and yours to yourselves have fed.
With wishes your life and perceptions about it,
Could start all over again,
Instead?
With plantation dreams...
Of having slaves bring to you breakfast in bed.
Those me-me-I-I issues and racist remarks...
Seem a bit trifling today don't they?
Since your values and standards are being ripped apart.
And you were right there cheering this 'BS' on!
Hoping those you selected to lead...
Would not strip away those visions,
To have you plead...
As you and others with similar points of view...
To do to others before they did it to you.
Backstabbing to defame,
Without remorse and/or shame.
And now...
The blame game.
Who has done what to whom and why.
But those who create conflict in fellowship...
Worshipping 'things' that bring upon their feelings of emptiness.
Has begun an experience of a flagrant miscalculation.
One you thought you would never reminisce.
Not to treat you...
One of their own like this!
And yet...
Their deeds will not deliver escapes...
To flee from guilt.
Or the manifestation of such devastation.
Good Morning.
Such a beautiful day.
Doesn't it seem as if this dawn is different?
Doesn't it seem as if the presence of fresh air,
Has made those stop and stare...
And wonder about their priorities and affairs.
With an awareness that dares to be accepted!
How can those who invested in collected deceit...
Be treated with such disrespect.
As a few plan and plot,
To crush them into subservience...
In an accepting consciousness,
That awakens too late to protest!
Good Morning.
Doesn't it seem as if this dawn is different?
To those of you who have been out of touch!
Slowly...
Inhale the realities.
The availability of them have for you arrived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End of Discussion
You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.
Let me clarify my distance for you.
I am no longer trying to mend communication ties broken.
There has been too much time wasted playing hide and seek.
You wish to live life on your terms?
Fine.
But I am not going to adjust to your 'do-as-I-say'
'Not-as-I-do philosophy!
If space is going to be shared between us...
We are not just going to meet in it to just have sex,
And guesses.
Or will doubts lay smothered,
Under fear of hurting sensitive feelings.
If you can not be honest with yourself...
Don't expect me to understand!
Your growth issues and lack of acceptance,
Are not 'my' insecurities.
You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.
I'm not in love with you to that extent.
Nor am I waiting for you to open windows,
To clear the atmosphere with fresh air!
I've made deposits of time invested in this relationship.
And I have not received the benefit of your return.
And I 'know' I had at least earned that!
Yet...
That was lacking.
When my patience with you allowed me to sit.
With an open mind as I 'then' saw fit,
Ran out of excuses.
I knew I had 'had' it.
And it was time to split!
That's why it was necessary for me to make a withdrawal.
And leaving you became an attractive exit.
With no 'cussin' or 'fussin'.
End of discussion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Check, Please!
Those who believe,
A quality obtained...
Can be kept and yet replace,
Those who initiated that quality to please...
In the first place.
With a keeping of the same taste expected,
Fool only themselves.
It takes much more than a replacement to restore,
That which has been established...
Patrons served came to adore.
And the ones who ignore this,
Know very little about 'their' business!
But a lesson learned that is earned...
Eventually teaches.
'Excuse me...
But,
Is your chef on vacation? '
The one we admired for his presentation? '
~No we've replaced that chef.
We could not meet his demands or expectations!
And frankly...
His arrogance we could no longer accept.
We paid him his worth.~
'I see.
May we have our checks, please? '
~Would you like to select something else from the menu? ~
'Why?
Would that change the ambiance?
You've already destroyed that,
By taking our preferences for granted.
Check, please! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Boost
I would boost of self and claim
I have everything with big name
I have everything to proclaim
As I am perfectly placed with aim
I could go anywhere in world
I have rich ideas to be sold
People take my advices for granted
They always believe me and wanted
I have everything I want
But certain thing I don’t
I neglected health for fortune
Rest everything went out of tune
I was to cherish some of the pride moments
But had to sacrifice and face adverse comments
Any body would notice the deterioration
Their point may have only one orientation
It is important to have worldly pleasure
But at the same time perfect health to make it sure
If you have everything but no body to enjoy
It will be useless to sit on mountain without any joy
The head may ache and not allow you to think
You may seek isolation and quietly sink
This is stage where you need complete comforts
But alas! You are no where near the port
You are on sea waters
You have power to sail and course to alter
But it is realized the futile race sought after
All luxurious like things now fail to cater
It slides me to the pain zone
Complete devastation as if after cyclone
Nothing seems is now within control
Despite all availability, it is natural fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Retreat for a wounded lovers.
Marriage and happiness is not written for everyone in a book
based on paitents communication and trust, not like fish on the hook
You may have a pastor or counselors but no promises written in stone
it is not quick or easy, like a dog right away who fiches a bone
there is too much invested in a relationship to throw it all away
love and happiness takes time and energy day after day
both partners must come to an agreement or meet eachother half way
you can't be hard headed and noone should say my way or the highway
marriage retreat or time off is needed for both to spend quality time
a stronger person must stand up and help resolve issues, have a spine.
poem by Michael Neguse
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One Thing
One thing that I got for you
Is the one thing that you never do
One thing makes you feel brand new
Is the one thing that youre coming to
Just the one thing gets you in the mood
You call my number in the middle of the night
To tell me nothing else can make you feel alright
But it rings, you hang it up, and call me back again
One thing that I got for you
Is the one thing that you never do
One thing that youve got to choose
Is the one thing you can never lose
Just the one thing that fits your attitude
You call my name in the middle of the night
When youre making love and it feels alright
But its him, not me, cant you see, a shot of reality
I know what youre doing, I know what youre doing
I know what you want, I know what you wanted to do
I know when the lights go out, I know when the lights go out
One thing that I got for you
Is the one thing you never do
Just the one thing that gets you in the mood
Just the one thing that fits your attitude
One thing is scorning pain
Just the one thing.
song performed by by Megadeth
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Not to abuse
I have taken vow not to abuse anyone
Show kindness to all and disrespect to none
I have realized it lately but still not very late
I can clearly say this and firmly state
It is unbecoming of a human entity
If you do not realize the gravity
All sorts of praise for selfish ends
Out of tune living and no sense for foe or friends
The human life may not be available in next birth
It should be made memorable and worth
There are many unexplored fields to excel
It must be utilized for performing well
It will be befitting to your aim and mission
Possible that you may not succeed to liaison
People may show affront for your noble efforts
Still at the end of the day you can happy report
The inner voice may definitely respond
You deed and action may certainly correspond
It will be seen and reflected in every move
You have been afforded nice opportunity to prove
You will find many individual kneed deep in crime
They have only one aim to succeed in time
Let any thing happen to their brethren
They have nothing to worry or have any concern
They will live as human being but leave as unnoticed
No one will come to know about what they promised?
It will be treated just as normal departure
They will leave no mark to be remembered in future
You can lead ordinary but with worthwhile appearance
You are quoted all over with very good reference
This is what one is expected to achieve and attain
The fair name stands good and convincingly maintained
People may regard you not for wealth or position
It will be purely for your act and devotion
It is learnt that no one can claim it on any quality
It has something to with action and reality
Great people were loved and honored for their devotion
They always moved with correct direction
People loved them in good faith and followed
They pursued the right path and others too were allowed
It was not for mere show
The sentiment were expressed and allowed to grow
There was fine movement with action to flow
People were ready to sacrifice with only one go
It is not desired on anybody’s part to act false
Only simplicity and honesty is expected and nothing else
It may make you worthwhile for good human being
Otherwise we all are jokers in circus ring
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I'm Not Perfect
I'm (x8)
Had we met at a different time we'd be perfect for each other,
Now were spending all our time, in this world come together,
My heart is aching, from all the love your giving,
Were not faking, is this the life were living?
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
More and more we are together, tryin to discover,
I see a flicker in your eye, are you lookin for somethin better?
You once told me lying on the ground, but keep goin up and down, yo!
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
Why waste it thinkin about it? taste it,
Don't waste it thinkin about it, taste it,
It really doesn't matter wherever i may go,
We're tied together, that's one thing we both know, yo!
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
Right on time, i feel on time tonight, i right on time, i feel right on time,
Right on time, i feel on time tonight, i right on time, i feel right on time,
Right on time, i feel on time tonight, i right on time, now i'm right on time,
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Qualified To Do
The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.
Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.
People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.
The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bow the head
Bow the head
To bow the head in gratitude
Means total change in attitude
Great make over with transformation
Heart is filled with new information
In return splendid joy with no strings
How much happiness and peace it brings?
In abundance and ever lasting
As water come out from rock after blasting
To take refuge in his shadow
Means a lot and opening up of new window
A direct channel communication
With no obstacles or interruptions
We are knowing and fully aware
In no circumstances we can challenge or dare
We may development some kind of arrogance
But that can be wiped out with one stroke and at once
We can destroy the earth several times
Weapons of mass destruction can do it sometimes
But can we build human shelter for all
Provide food and security at one call
He does it without any prayers
He is our guardian and soothes Sayers
We are small timer and ordinary players
Some play as poor, rich and others as jokers
If one wants to die disgraced death
He must behave abnormal on earth
Take everything as granted and misbehave
The burial place will be ready as his grave
Many mighty rulers appeared and vanished
Their names forgotten and empires finished
What does the ruminant speak of their existence?
He might have rules this place some here sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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