Exactly. I've Proven My Point
Selected and extended sympathies,
Are often given to those liked.
But not necessarily to those,
With a track record of accomplishing deeds.
Often those awarded such attention,
Have time to socialize.
And with an importance to be seen,
They become idolized in others' eyes.
I think of those who have made,
Sacrificed contributions.
Rarely are they given the time of day or mentioned.
Although there are those who have benefitted.
In a way their lives have been uplifted.
But there is a purpose in life for everything that is done.
What one needs to feel accepted and pleased...
May be what another one,
Stays away from to avoid that kind of activity to welcome.
Who knows what satisfies?
And why some opinionated always find time to criticize?
'So what are you saying? '
~I'm not saying anything.
I'm making attempts to mind my own business.~
'Oh?
I thought I heard a critical observation made.'
~Why are you all up in my grill?
Don't you know the difference between,
Someone talking to themselves?
And another,
Having a conversation with someone...
Who should be ignoring their every word?
You've done that to me before.~
'Huh? '
~Exactly.
I've proven my point! ~
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Open Minds, Eyes, Ears and 'Dialogue
Making attempts,
To reach back for times...
That should have long been lived,
And put into existence THEN...
Will not do a thing for you 'now'.
And you were told that,
When those times then...
Were behind the times!
Just like a season or a holiday missed,
That has gone...
Think of your mind like that.
Something once here...
But now has gone.
Remember when you were teaching me,
And others a lesson by ignoring our suggestions?
Remember you made it a point to tell your friends,
You wish I'd learned how to mind my business...
And live my life,
Since you knew more about yours?
Well...
You should have seen these days,
We now live.
You and others like you...
Are the only ones asking, 'What is happening? '
Open minds, eyes, ears and 'dialogue'...
Should have revealed that to you!
And you were right...
I have learned to mind my own business.
As The World Turns,
I have One Life To Live...
To remain Bold and Beautiful.
And no more will I be giving my time,
To those who are Young and Restless...
In their minds.
I am not living for that kind of drama!
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You Are Such An Actor
You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?
'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '
If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.
'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '
You should.
'And why is that? '
It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.
'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'
You are such an actor.
'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'
And what does that mean?
'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.
Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.
'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '
Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.
'And hollow of any sign of content.'
Yep. You are out of touch.
'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'
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Never Given A Chance To Happen
It would have made a difference,
If those experienced and willing...
To volunteer their time,
To secure the cementing of foundations...
Were regarded as friends.
And not threats to suspect of wanting,
To flaunt special attention given.
It would have made a difference,
If those who had nothing...
Accepted someone with something to give,
As a benefit to the environment.
With an advantage for all.
Instead of someone to ignore...
Defaming with a smearing campaign,
In a hope to see them fall.
It would have made a difference,
To the ones who now...
Have surrounded themselves,
In surmounting conflicts...
Creating their mental and physical ailments.
It would have made a difference,
If mindsets were connected...
To a discipline respected.
It would have made a difference,
But that difference...
Was never given a chance to happen.
It would have made a difference,
If opportunities presented...
Were recognized.
It would have made the difference!
But it didn't!
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Chased By Limitation and Jealousies
All their lives they sit back to criticize others.
Only to discover they have chosen lives,
To produce nothing to identify they had arrived...
Whether to criticize or not.
The importance of it goes ignored.
As those they found worthy of critique,
Often found themselves with little time to speak...
Between deeds and opportunities.
To leave those with time to find their tomorrows,
Chased by limitation and jealousies welcomed.
With an abundance of laziness...
And no motivation.
None to inspire...
What having a dream means.
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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Mind My Own Business Somewhere Else
You talking to me?
'No.
Not necessarily.
Why? '
You seem able to pick my thoughts.
And expound upon them.
'I was actually talking to myself.'
Well,
I wish you speak up.
At least allow me to interfere,
In your discussion.
I have a few comments I'd like to suggest.
'But I am not speaking to you! '
And what difference does that make?
I have other things to do than to waste my time.
You want to hear what I have to say or not?
'No.
Not necessarily.
Why? '
Who cares?
I can mind my own business,
Somewhere else!
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Obsessed
Even if you are in it to win,
Or sitting on the sidelines cheering...
Be there on top of your game!
Whether rehearsing for performance,
Your mind is on it from the time you arise
At dawn!
This is something you can not take off,
To put back on!
You have declared it something that you do!
Prove it!
Be there on top of your game!
Having hope and faith...
Pacing through the motions taken,
Does not create results.
If nothing you do makes it happen.
Be fully awake by going beyond expectations!
Taking 'five' to socialize...
Just delays reality!
Frustrate if you wish.
But know this...
There are no bit parts to play for 'stars'!
Accolades are not rewarded for intentions.
Not today!
If you are not on top of your game,
Because you love what it is you do...
Regard it as a hobby to fill in the passing of time.
Remove from your mind the faking of seriousness.
When doing 'you'? It should be about business,
Always!
Every moment lived is an audition.
And success is a gamble one takes.
Not guaranteed for trying!
Too many lie to themselves and become disappointed.
Thinking about hitting home runs...
Instead of sweating through the making of attempts.
'Feeling' the perfect pitch when it comes!
A few know what one actually looks like!
They have been in place,
Most of their lives.
Others talk...
Building up confidence as if seeking assistance.
They believe something made to look like fun,
Comes easy to the one enjoying it!
They discover too late in life,
Work applied is required.
Heartbreak mending had to be done.
And working on a dream to come true...
Is a constant thing!
No one obsessed or beseiged with what they do,
Is lucky!
That observation is just what it is!
An 'observation'.
An assessment not invested.
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Perceive Beyond Fixed Boundaries
Addressing limitation,
Can be compared to expectation.
What one has in mind achieved...
Is rarely challenged,
To perceive beyond fixed boundaries.
Accomplishing medocrity,
Is a subconscious activity done.
Like the mention of discipline begins excuses.
With a refusal to progress towards one's best.
Even though people take time to dress to impress...
In attempts to appear above average..
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Today At My Age
Today at my age...
You may call me anything you choose.
And I will still regard that as a compliment.
At this stage of the game...
To be given any attention,
I find that to be remarkable.
Who knew I would feel this way?
When I was in my early twenties...
Everyday I thought I needed to seek praise.
And today...
At my age,
An insult heard that is spoken...
And is tossed my way?
I automatically know,
Someone has taken the time to do it.
And I thank them for their efforts made.
'What are you?
Some kind of a fool? '
Apparently not just any kind,
Or you would not have taken your time...
To notice.
'Huh?
What? '
You have made my day!
You are a breath of fresh motivation.
Thank you.
'And you are...
OH,
Nevermind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Say My Contributions Are Political
Some say my contributions are political.
With a point of view that is fixed.
But who is living to exist without religion,
Or politics?
And who believes there is an escape from this?
My writings are all about relationships.
Not one is disconnected from it.
Some may choose from their point of view,
To see a separateness.
But from where I sit,
If you are living you pay taxes...
All of it goes to the government.
And the only thing that is 'free'
Are delusions.
And even those have proven to be costly.
With some political attachment no one can deny!
Some say my contributions are political.
And I say to them...
'The point that you are making is...'what'?
And who lives not to make endorsements...
Of some kind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contributions Made By Others
When will they find peace?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
When will they feel a sense of harmony?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
When will they begin to appreciate,
Those contributions made by others?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
And...
When will they find something about themselves,
They like?
'When they begin to appreciate,
Those contributions made by others.
And they are freed from wishing to steal a recognition...
By submitting their own deeds,
Without fear or a need to deceive will achieve success!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Purposes Of Making Claims
To take a piece and rave about its taste,
While disparaging the creator...
After learning who it was,
Who spent the time in its delivery.
Only validates,
When something delicious is nibbled...
Some will enjoy it for what it is.
And will become interested,
As to 'who' whipped together the flavor.
Seeking an opportunity to meet and greet.
However...
There will always be that 'one' amongst them all,
Who will convince anyone who listens...
They too should become suspicious,
When someone does something so well,
There has to be another motivation...
Needing further investigation.
Because there just has to be much more,
Than just one's experience...
And love that assists one to excel.
Especially when something done is accomplished,
With such tireless effort.
Someone like this needs an instigated probing.
'Have you tasted this?
It is wonderful.'
~I know.
I enjoyed it much better before I discovered,
Who made it.
Aren't you the least bit curious as to 'how' this was done? ~
'No!
If it's to be enjoyed,
Why should I be the one to make attempts to destroy it? '
~Well...
Some of US like to get to the bottom of things.~
'For what purpose?
To re-create the flavor for the purpose of making claims? '
'Not necessarily.
Just to ensure certain procedures were accurately followed.'
~Oh!
I hadn't thought about that.
You do have a point.
Let me recommend that to the others.~
'By all means.
You do that.
And...
If you have the time,
I'd like to have another piece.'
~Sure.
Me too! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What Happens When Truth Is Spoken
Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
Of course I am 'still' talking about truth.
And that's the tragedy of it!
Even when it is mentioned people want to stop it.
They want to disrupt it with a show of disrespect.
To prove they can throw it indignities.
And to leave it as if that is accepted.
Well...
I say NO to that!
It is NOT accepted!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
You aren't paying me any attention are you?
That's what happens when truth is spoken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sure You Get The Point
If you are in a conversation,
You 'thought' was being shared...
And it begins to dawn on you,
The conversation you thought for two...
Was actually a conversation of one.
And no listening to you is being done!
Pay even closer attention,
To what is being mentioned.
And...
You will begin to realize,
What's important in people's lives.
And it shouldn't take long,
For anyone listening to another...
Go on and on about themselves,
Just where they are reagarded and placed...
One someone's priority list.
'Oh?
Yeah and...I...
Uh huh, huh...yes...and I...
Uh huh.
Yep.
And you know...uh huh...okay.
Uh huh...and...uh huh.'
I'm sure you get the point!
And if you don't...
Maybe you should be the one to listen.
And let someone else say something,
While you familiarize yourself...
With the process of breathing.
You know...take a few breaths.
And learn something.
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Deeds I Seed and Sow
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Many wished it easy for themselves.
And followed upon a certain,
Obstacle free smooth surface.
Less bumpy of sweat and grind.
To prove those who sought to be challenged...
Would find they've been left behind.
And the ones overwhelmed,
With a process thought ridiculous...
Chose to live lives of deception and tricks.
Hoping to lick,
A system that would award them with triumph!
Quick.
To impress with appearances dressed.
And finding an acceptance,
From those addressing polished images seen.
'Be patient with yourself.
Do not look down in depression.
Or to the side for anyone else.
If your abilities merit attention...
There will be little,
From your lips you will have to mention.
Your deeds will speak,
For themselves.
Within your mind keep this repeated,
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can See It In Your Eyes
The first time I saw you
I felt weak inside
I search my heart and mind
For words I couldn't find.
Some how you seemed to see
What came over me that night
As a love began to grow
That would last for all time.
And you said, ''I can see it in your eyes
They're the windows to your soul
Sometimes they say more
Than words could ever hope.''
''We could wait a thousand lifetimes
Then never feel like this again
But when you look at me, that way
I can see it in your eyes.''
Later on I asked your hand
And I prayed the time was right
I knelt down on one knee
And said, ''Would you be my bride?''
Then the sound of silence
Filled the air as your tears fell
With mine, you didn't have to say
A word for me to realize.
And I said, ''I can see it in you eyes
They're the window to your soul.''
''I see dreams come alive
And future plans unfold.''
''I could wait a thousand lifetimes
Then not find a perfect love again.''
''When you look at me, that way
I can see it in your eyes.''
Many years have come and gone
And what a life we've made
Now again we search for words
As the heart inside me breaks
Until death do we part
Were the vows we made
And now the time has come
But goodbye's so hard to say.
But I can see it in your eyes
They're the windows to your soul
The light of life is burning but
Soon you're leaving me, I know
But time that's left is precious dear
So please don't shed another tear
You don't have to say a word
I can see it in your eyes.
I've heard you say a thousand times
I'll love you dear, until I die
But you don't have to say a word
I can see it in your eyes...
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Chapter Two
She found herself making preparations even before the fishing trip. She knew what she was doing but she hid it from herself. She went to the mall and bought the items she would need without letting herself acknowledge what she was planning. Maybe she did know, maybe she did not know but it was down deep in her mind and did not come up to where it entered her everyday mind.
She went to the cabin for two hours and cleaned, prepared things, saying to herself this was just routine. Yet even in the cleaning there was purpose which one part of her mind knew and one part of her mind did not know the purpose of her activity there.
She had gone to the catalog and surveyed her choices there and found one she fell in love with and took her household savings and sent off for it.
That act was so deliberate, so clear that it, from that point, made it clear even to her other self what see was doing, not what specifcally she was doing but what she wanted to be involved in what she wanted to do.
It was not going to be a one time thing. Her mind was settling on it being something she could do again and again if she liked.
She got really excited with the idea that she had freedom to do it again and again. It was liberating. It made her feel like a girl again, no not a girl, like a woman.
By fishing day she raised her hand to wave goodbye brimming with excitement.
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Much That I Remember About You
I remember you
I remember the first time I saw you
Looking up and there you were, an angel on earth
It occurred when I didn’t expect it, wasn’t looking
Seeing you and thinking that you were pretty
Seeing you and wondering why, afterwards, I
Remember you more now
I remember your voice
I remember the first time I heard and it enchanted me
Dulcet tones playing hypnotic music disguised as a woman’s voice
It happened in conversation, in the harmony of all you spoke
Hearing the coy happiness in the words we shared
Hearing the smile in your tone so that I
Remember your voice now
I remember your eyes
I remember the first time I became lost in them
How it was a time when our eyes met in more than just a glance
It happened in a moment, together with you
Seeing in your eyes more than just a casual interest
Seeing in your eyes myself and us which is why I
Remember your eyes now
I remember your skin
I remember the first time I felt the touch of your skin
When your fingertips brushed mine in flirting invitation
It flashed in a moment, skin to skin
Feeling the electricity of your touch, your skin against mine
Feeling the heat passing between us as I
Remember the feel of your skin now
I remember how you made me feel
I remember the first time I admitted to myself
What I felt for you was more than just friendship
It came in a moment, talking with you
Realizing that every thought of you made me smile
Realizing that each smile made me
Remember even more how you made me feel
I remember why I fell for you
I remember this all the time now
The memory comes in thoughts, your voice, your eyes
It happens in every moment these days, loving you
Knowing that what happened between us is a good beginning
Knowing that we could be much more always helps me
Remember constantly why I fell in love with you
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With Me It Stays
At this time in my life,
I am not trying to find...
Comfortable allegiances,
With those of similar likes.
And/or dislikes decided.
To find myself eligible,
For lifetime achievement approvals.
To leave hanging in the recesses of my mind.
And for what?
I am not trying to find that type of association.
Some folks are in it for the show and tell!
I'm not into it!
Doing my own thing and minding my business...
I have found most refreshing.
It lessens apologies and confessions.
I've long removed myself,
From that kind of insecure need.
And I have no cravings,
To be a social 'butterfly'.
To either sip or pour tea!
Or prop up my lips...
Ready to whisper fresh gossip!
Those I've appreciated,
Already know what to expect from me.
And we know what time it is!
And those that don't...
Wont!
That's how I live.
Since peace of mind had been found!
To leave me feeling free,
From making excuses for it!
Or adjusting any schedules,
For its appearance.
With me it stays.
That's the agreement made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Ironic
What goes through the mind,
That spends time undermining others?
And what is discovered,
Once they find themselves entrapped...
By their own evil deeds?
Who do they go to?
To plead for forgiveness?
Especially when they have lead,
The character assassinations.
And one of the ones they chose to slander...
Becomes the one who controls their needs.
How ironic would that be?
To look into the eyes...
Of the one who is aware,
You were the one...
That made attempts,
To harm and circumvent...
With a life filled with despair!
How would you feel...
If someone like that,
You knew had stabbed you in the back?
And the opportunity comes to return the favor.
Would you have fun?
Doing to them what they have done?
Or...
Would you recognize,
Their souls will never find rest?
And it would be best...
To leave them in their anguish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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