Examine Very Closely
I seek a simpleness,
I define.
And wish to live.
Rushing to be disturbed,
And frustrated by conflict...
Does not attract,
The calm felt in my stomach.
Some folks will feed on any belief!
And if I am going to throw up anything,
It will be the time someone offered me ignorance...
To eat and digest.
With a bloating felt clear up to my chest.
And it has been many moons passed,
I've had the privilege to show my...aspirations.
Since I admit,
I had slept that deeply with an unconsciousness.
However...
Today?
It pays to lick a fried chicken bone clean.
Don't leave a hint of meat for someone else to eat.
Examine very closely,
What someone approaches you to be fed.
To blindly devour as nourishment.
Like I've said...
It has been many moons passed,
I've had the privilege to show my...aspirations.
Since I admit,
I had slept that deeply with an unconsciousness.
And I see no need to repeat such deeds.
I seek a simpleness,
I define.
And wish to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Seek Status
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
One based upon truth and honesty!
Many seek status.
Like an apparatus to mask.
Perhaps with hopes,
An acceptance is passed.
Or something that is approved...
As a test or a task.
If a status is proclaimed,
With wishes to keep one connected.
The time will not be long...
Until someone comes along,
To define that status wrong!
And pursued at the expense,
On one's identity...
That is compensated usually,
To eventually dispense.
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
With a peace of mind,
I am glad to find...
Based upon truth and honesty!
And anyone who does not see it that way...
It is okay.
I am not going to debate it!
I am not in the pursuit of status!
To attract materialistic dreams.
With shine, sheen or gleam.
As a first time passenger on my journey...
I seek only God to please.
With deeds.
And a gratefulness to do so.
Many seek status!
And perhaps,
For them...
That is what God has assigned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Define insanity, define me
'A spectrum of behaviours characterised by
certain abnormal mental or behavioural patterns
that may manifest as violation of societal norms
including becoming a danger to themselves and others or
nowadays denoting mental instability'
Hey! wiki define abnormal, because I don't understand
Tell me who decides societal norms, cause I didn't contribute to them
Let me be dangerous, let me be myself
The stability of whom should I look at?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
Take me out of this dream, I can't catch the reality
lead me through this wet fog, guide me home
all my senses are enhanced when
I'm abandoned to your memory
Borderline attitude of being nervous, occasionally anguished
a stormy spirit supposedly calm, a balance quite disturbed
people are arrogant with strange guys
people are scared about non-linear minds
are you among them?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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Quick Seizures
Run...
Through the valleys of your deepest fears,
And escaping pain.
Run...
And stay clear of deceptive faces,
Some may take time...
To define and clarify.
Run...
Out pace temptations chasing,
They too seek someone to cling onto.
Someone like you,
In denial and yet,
Knowing on the inside
Someone like you,
Not showing it on the outside
Is inside desiring...
Needs you have to be touched,
Fucked and satisfied!
But prostitution should not be,
What this feeling can deliver...
When it's been on hold overtime!
To slowly freeze.
You're ready to thaw!
Run...
They seek quick seizures.
With judgements passed to place!
They come to haunt you with false charges.
Memories revealed you knew weren't real of face!
Run...
Your peace of mind is wanted,
And it threatens those with no sense.
Even though they know you know it shows...
They feel better with you caged and fenced!
Run...
Through the valleys of your deepest fears,
And escaping pain.
Run...
And stay clear of deceptive faces,
Some may take time...
To define and clarify.
When you've got them out of view...
Forget their constant screaming!
Run...
Through the valleys of your deepest fears,
And escaping pain.
Run...
And stay clear of deceptive faces,
Some may take time...
To define and clarify.
Run...
Out pace temptations chasing,
They too seek someone to cling onto.
Someone like you,
Refusing in denial and yet,
When not in sight...so needy.
Run...
They seek quick seizures.
With judgements passed to place!
They come to haunt you with false charges.
Memories revealed you knew weren't real of face!
Run...
Your peace of mind is wanted,
And it threatens those with no sense.
Even though they know you know it shows...
They feel better with you caged and fenced!
Run...
Through the valleys of your deepest fears,
And escaping pain.
Run...
And stay clear of deceptive faces,
Some may take that time...
To define them and clarify.
But...
When you've got them out of view...
Forget their constant screaming!
Forget what you've gone through,
And live that life you're dreaming!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heartaches Mean Nothing
Heartaches mean nothing,
To those who mean nothing.
But we who mean something...
And show nothing felt.
Can be mean...
And,
Demean.
Making up from breakups,
Show those who love most...
What is meant to be lonely.
And wanting only to forgive.
You mean to me something!
More at times than I admit.
Why can't we get over our indifferences?
To say it is the love that's missed.
And from each other this is known,
To exist!
To keep away those breakups,
And heartaches to resist!
Heartaches mean nothing,
To those who mean nothing.
But we who mean something...
And show nothing felt.
Can be mean...
And,
Demean.
You mean to me something!
More at times than I admit.
But why can't we get over that...
To protect our love from it.
Heartaches mean nothing,
To those who mean nothing.
But we who mean something...
And show nothing felt.
Can be mean...
And,
Demean.
But...
So in need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What You Have Been Given Has Been Reflected
Your claims of getting older...
Does not validate itself,
By the display of childish games...
You play with such affect.
And yet you expect,
A hint of wisdom you believe exist...
Should gain more respect,
Because you demand it with persistence?
First of all...
You don't demand 'nothing' here.
Or anything else.
Just because you may have been blessed with longevity,
Does not mean...
An acknowledgement for it you should receive,
Instead of the ignorance you get!
This may not have occured to you.
Like the many moons that have passed,
With their sunsets!
When you are ready to self examine the way you are...
Complete with self assessment?
You will then comprehend,
What you have been given...
Has been reflected by the image shown.
The one you spent your childishness to perfect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Windowpane
I looked into a windowpane
Last evening in a city far away
I was feelin sad and blue
I wondered then if I should really stay
Wanting someone to be with me in the light of this uncertain time
Waiting by the window for the man inside
To please make up his mind
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Never knowing never feeling anything
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
I walked along the roadway to a fountain
Where lovers come to meet
A hobo walked up to me, I could tell
He didnt have enough to eat
He said, good sir you look so kind
And though the years have stripped me to the bone
It seems I am the better man
For in this place Ive never walked alone
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Never knowing never feeling anything
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Where will you be, my friendly, when your
Telephone aint givin out no calls
And when the seasons come to haunt you
Will you still find springtime in the fall
And when youre on your island
Will you wave at every ship that passes by
And will you feed a hungry man
I thank you, sir,
Now Ill just say goodbye
Dont you be one who passed through but never saw
Never knowing never feeling anything
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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His Doctrines
It's too sad to know,
They hold onto their hatred.
I'm glad to show,
My understanding ways.
It's bad to think...
Evil done they do delivers,
What they 'assume'
Some good!
And for them who wish this belief
Of these deeds...
The day comes when the total sum,
Of that which has been done...
Will indeed be revisited and repaid.
It's too pitiful,
Some are taught they are better,
Than others.
It is critical,
That this mindset met be addressed.
Where do we go?
As a people needing healing?
Without an empathy instilled and felt...
An absence of who God 'is'
Never is dealt with to leave all in tears!
And His doctrines for us and how to live...
Are never practice for what they are,
But forever erased from the human race...
To leave us to inflict,
Continued ignorance and scars!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like It's Mixed With Yeast
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
Or a cake that bakes to rise,
To the heights of the sky.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
And no one can get enough of it.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Or...
Delicious bisquits whipped,
No one can get enough of it!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
You feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Just feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed them my ego,
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have No Idea How Deeply I Love
I will give you the shirt off my back.
The shoes off my feet.
Even my last dollar,
I need desperately.
I am compassionate to a fault.
And I will be guilty,
That I admit.
But show me any indication,
You can treat me with continued...
Indignation.
And I will freeze up on you,
As if you have awakened for a long visit...
At the North Pole.
And I will be guilty,
That I admit.
If 'ever' you decide,
You want to test what I've got inside...
Be prepared to shiver.
Because to you will be a cold breeze,
From me I will be quick to deliver.
You have no idea how deeply I love!
And I will be guilty,
That I admit.
I have been taught,
By the best of teachers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salt Is.... Just Salty
There's so much in this world I cannot explain
The greatest scholars try in vain
Not because the knowledge is so loft
Not because we're growing soft
Nor because it's abstract
But in fact
Quite the opposite
Because some words there's just not a definition that can fit
The problem doesn't come from the objects
It's the simplicity that does perplex
Even the wisest of us all
Our logic does fall
Because it is so far below
How do we define the? What about slow
There's salt, and memory, and even know
What do we know if we don't know such words
People complain of jargon, taxonomic names for birds
But they can't even define what's simple
With that problem, man we got our hands full
We just cop out
Said that salt is salty, the is the, we live without
A real definition, but I think it's those words that are most profound
Belief, God Truth the list goes on, but this is where true wisdom is found
There's the trivial we can seek define
Or there's the words that matter most which will define
Us, it's those words I think that we should not just verbalize
But instead simply realize
That the definition is known by experience
It's indescribable because they're just that amazing
Our inexperience
Of what's unimportant is as tragic as not knowing
Our own Father, and the pursuit of other things to define us
Is as trivial as looking for a definition of truth.
poem by David Knox
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From a Time Gone By
Is this surge worse than Viet Nam?
At least back in 1968,
There wasn't so many conflicts going on!
And being a patriotic black young man...
I had returned from the military,
Feeling strong and giving a damn!
I was in the military,
Two weeks after graduating from high school.
Seeking to protect a nation,
Not then realizing...
When I was discharged,
I would be considered a fool!
And I was shown this,
More times than a few!
Especially by those...
Who went on to graduate,
With BA's and MA's and PHd's...
From top notch schools!
And here we are today...
Approaching two thousand and eight!
With our sons and daughters in wars,
They participate.
And I think back then,
How patriotic I had been.
To think I was prepared to give up my life...
So others can have rights,
To denounce me and the color of my skin!
But let me say this...
Not one hint of bitterness,
Within me exist!
Not because of actions,
I consciously did take!
Although it irks me to no end...
To see so many folks make the same mistakes.
As I grow older with the grace I am blessed!
I am so happy
My tattered emotions have been mended.
My inner conflicts have been cured of buried stress.
But I must confess...
The world we live now is in a mess!
Not because of real threats made.
But because of an ignorance accepted and expressed!
People have lost an inner worth it seems.
Gone are visions of fellowship,
To the marketing of schemes and corruption themes!
And the youth of today,
Have one thing on their minds!
How best they can 'get over'...
To obtain 'things'
By committing an assortment of crimes,
They are assisted to define!
As the sacred dollar...
Falls to worthlessness.
I feel my basic needs are those of a relic!
From a time gone by when people just wanted
To 'be' and do their best!
One who seeks peace of mind with quality...
While others seek to feed an endless greed,
From an emptiness that is felt!
Whether or not,
There is conflict and unrest!
And I observe this 'mess'...
Wondering why this humanistic 'slide'
Tumbles into oblivion!
Without more cries of those rejecting this in protest!
And each day that I awaken...
I thank God,
He has put my faith and bravery I have shown...
Through such obstacles and tests of mental strength,
He has produced!
And He and I alone have known!
While others may portray a sympathy...
Just to maintain a materialistic gain.
Without one hint of dignity that remains!
Or none remembered to be sustained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Lady Supervisor
After my graduation from college,
I took a job of which I had privilege.
Travel to many places far and wide,
Had met many pretty girls on the side.
A Lady supervisor seemed saucy,
Though not a beauty yet quite sexy.
She always passed me secret tease,
That arouse my sensuality to no cease.
One eve as we all took slumber,
I was awaken by a warm cucumber.
A breath to my chest getting hotter,
Down to my rod the lick got better.
Amidst the darkness I saw her face,
So excited she rode me on the surface.
And squat on my throbbing manhood,
As she danced on top moaning good.
After awhile when we were done,
In the night her silhouette was gone.
And in the morning we felt no shame,
For what we did was just naughty game.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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I Woke Up In A Car
I woke up in New York City
From the steep behind the wheel
Caught a train to Poughkeepsie
And time stood still
She wrote me a letter from San Diego
To qualify her luck
These flights connect through Arizona
But I think I'll stay stuck
Here I am
I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I met a girl who kept tattoos
For homes that she had loved
If I were her I'd paint my body
'Til all my skin was gone
She wrote me a letter
As we passed through Rockford
She said she won't forget
Maybe I do maybe I don't
But I know I haven't yet
But here I am
I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
Maybe I could live forever
If not ever I had known
That you'd be waiting there whenever
I am all alone
But here I am
I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
song performed by by Something Corporate from Leaving Through The Window
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Slept Well
You slept well after all,
The bed had flexibility;
Boredom blurred the binding
With unconsciousness.
Answers slept after itself,
The sleep itself, like openings.
Your face beamed onwards
In new collisions of beauty.
Follow your mastery of magic
As you pass promises and sentences.
The dreams corrupt youth
Yet your old age represents
My love for food.
Supposed victims of your blood
Convict me with judging ugliness.
The sleep of eternity slays
My company and my resentment
Over the facts.
Your visitor is me as I can not live
Without learning loves and your dreams.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Derangement
Everyone who gets on a stage,
Believes they can act.
Then they believe they can sing.
Then dance and entertain,
Anyone captivated.
And anyone knowing what it takes...
Wish to drag those with limited beliefs,
Off the stage!
Since all of those who seek the spotlight...
Should seek someone to tell them the truth,
About their nonexisting talents!
All folks who reach for the stage are not performers.
And despite what Shakespeare stated...
'All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.'
I must admit,
I have to respect his perspective.
However...
Very few of his roles were performed by women, if any
Back then.
And on these 'stages' today...
These 'players' should have entertained exiting,
Prior to revealing their production of 'Derangement'
It is much too real!
With the acting lacking motivation that connects honestly,
With a conviction that is felt.
They just throw this stuff together today.
With no training or class involved.
However...
The chaos depicted?
THAT is marvelously convincing!
Those scenes,
Absolutely gets everyone's attention.
Everyone gets to be involved.
And that's really my kind of 'theatre'...
A 'hands-on' affair!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is not enough merely to exist. It's not enough to say, 'I'm earning enough to support my family. I do my work well. I'm a good father, husband, churchgoer.' That's all very well. But you must do something more. Seek always to do some good, somewhere. Every man has to seek in his own way to realize his true worth. You must give some time to your fellow man. Even if it's a little thing, do something for those who need help, something for which you get no pay but the privilege of doing it. For remember, you don't live in a world all your own. Your brothers are here too.
quote by Albert Schweitzer
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We Who....
we who would seek a home,
find our home with the homeless.
we who seek truth,
know the tree to be a tree!
we who seek liberty,
throw all that we own onto the fire.
we who seek love,
feed the hungry.
we who seek companionship,
simply become dialogue...
we who would seek god,
well, all of the above.
we who seek tomorrow,
give today to a stranger...
and wrap his feet up
with our dreams!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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With Their Wishes To Be 'Freaky
I think I've been called,
Every derogatory name there is.
When I was a kid that use to bother me.
Especially those names I couldn't spell.
I had at one time collected them.
To see which ones I preferred.
So...
To entertain,
I admit I then did some things that were strange.
Many years have passed,
And even today I'm considered 'eccentric'.
As if I did not spend my life pursuing this!
Status quo folks bore me to tears.
With their 'normal' way of doing things...
'Whatever' today people consider that 'is'.
And as I reach to seek for more challenges,
I realize I've almost outdone myself.
Believing I was made to test the waters,
Before anyone else.
And a few have sought me out to give advice.
With their wishes to be 'freaky' without paying the price.
'Back off!
I've earned this! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Way
I lay my life down at your feet
You're the only one i need
I turn to you and you are always there
In troubled times its you i seek
I put you first thats all i need
I humble all i am, All to you
One way
Jesus
You're the only one that i could live for
One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that i could live for
You are always, always there
Every how and everywhere
Your grace abounds so deeply within me
You wil never ever change
Yesterday today the same
Forever till forever meets no end
One way
Jesus
You're the only one that i could live for
One Way
Jesus
You're the only one that i could live for
You are the way the truth and the light
We live by faith and not by sight ... for you
We're living all for you
song performed by by Hillsong
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Note the difference between a right and a privilege. A right, in the abstract, is a fact; it is not a thing to be given, established, or conferred; it is. Of the exercise of a right power may deprive me; of the right itself, never. Privilege, in the abstract, does not exist; there is no such thing. Rights recognized, privilege is destroyed. But, in the practical, the moment you admit a supreme authority, you have denied rights. Practically the supremacy has all the rights, and no matter what the human race possesses, it does so merely at the caprice of that authority.
quote by Voltairine de Cleyre
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