Getting A Few Fingers Burned
I would be surprised if I had been told,
A mental growing process done by one...
Was accomplished with the aid of a group of people.
Too many opinions can dilute something in the mind,
One hopes will stick.
With a comprehension to understand with it.
And too many cooks in one kitchen,
Can not a homemade meal deliciously fix.
Some may advise this or that.
When nothing recommended actually suits one's taste.
Especially when the heating of an oven,
Becomes a complicated mix of suggestions.
And a debate begins,
That eventually ends one's interest.
A mental growing process done by one...
Is to discover the sensation,
Of getting a few fingers burned.
Lessons will be learned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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Dictation Done
If there is anything experience teaches,
To those who have gone through that process...
With a final acceptance of lessons taught,
Is this...
No matter where one goes with an experienced life,
Achieved through the benefit of failure...
Sometimes repeated.
And lessons learned that have been taught.
Those who seek comprehension,
Will never find time to be bored.
And will one day discover their observations,
Are the ones that are eagerly sought!
Since so many others seem to be awaiting...
A school bell to ring and an announcement made,
That a thought one initiates should soon begin!
With a dictation done that has nothing to do,
To provide one with the tools to use common sense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Cooks In The Kitchen
Theres too many cooks in the kitchen
Theres too many minds on the job
Theres too many cooks in the kitchen
Everybody wants a piece of the action
Cooking the books and getting their fractions wrong
What we need is law and order
Everybody knows
Cant have chiefs without the injuns
Stepping on their toes
Theres too many cooks in the kitchen
Theres too many daps in the pie
Theres too many cooks in the kitchen
Everybody needs a place in the rat race
Playing games of power, its only a cat chase
Too many too many too many etc.
Too many cooks in the kitchen
[by the colonel]
song performed by by Xtc
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Not Surprised You Do Not Know Me
I am not surprised you do not know me.
For years our conversations have been about you.
Your likes and dislikes.
Your cravings and appetites.
Your opinions with judgements passed.
And your need to compete...
With my activities,
That affords you some kind of mental relief.
I am not surprised you do not know me.
Nor am I shocked to hear you say...
I do not understand,
A life lived your way!
You are right...
I don't.
And that is why you don't know me!
Nor do I have a need,
For you to begin that now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Restricted To Do This For Months
For one hour of mental and physical stress,
One should take a full day...
To just sit and relax with the getting of rest.
Stress ages with a process,
That eventually affects one's peace of mind.
A few have found this to be true.
While others refuse this and do what they choose.
There is nothing more to say,
To the ones in denial and do things their way.
Experience is the teacher,
For those who have learned to obey.
And I would suggest,
To anyone disbelieving with a stubbornness.
Is to wait until that day they become hospitalized.
With wishes to be freed...
From being pricked by needles endlessly.
And forced to take countless x-rays and tests...
By those who probe calling themselves,
Doctors and nurses and interns...
Viewing you naked as 'everything' is exposed.
Being humbled and embarrassed,
For some is a neccessity!
Be restricted to do this for months at a time.
And that's all it will take...
To shaken one awake from a delusioned mind.
Be restricted to do this for months.
And pray a remedy is found...
To keep whispers overheard,
'We are doing our best but let us try 'this' next'...
With the hopes that the 'next' thing,
Is not your untimely death.
For one hour of mental and physical stress,
One should take a full day...
To just sit and relax with the getting of rest.
Unless...
You are the kind who doesn't mind,
Nervously awaiting the results of a test...
That will either prolong your life,
Or announce within days the time of your death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booby Trap
perfect beauty
from toronto
new attraction
or some heartthrob
was it all just a deathtrap,
pulled me in and then shut snaps? stupid.
did it make you
come to get me?
or am i just
going mental?
i am not a pushover.
how did i get run over? stupid.
play like a lil bitty boy. (play on)
with your grubbery toy (play on)
oh, its just a matter time (play on)
till the day im gonna get mine.
i am not a
play like
did it make you
come to get me?
or am i just
going mental? (going mental)
or am i just (or am i just)
going mental? (going mental)
or am i just (or am i just)
going mental? (going mental)
(or am i just)
(going mental)
(or am i just)
(going mental)
i am not
song performed by by Weezer
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The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt.
quote by Max Lerner
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Process of Mentality Divine
We are within a mind of a process.
One layered within levels of superiority.
And we will be visited,
By those of a greater intelligence.
As our own expectations expand...
Advancing towards a higher consciousness.
One arriving upon the land.
Those unbelieving this,
Have already experienced mental enslavement.
And the dawn that comes,
To awaken those who witness it...
May not have all observing 'the coming'.
Since many will be seeking documentation,
For authenticity.
And this is a process of mentality divine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep On Growing
By eric clapton and bobby whitlock
I was laughing,
Playing in the streets, I was unknowing;
I didnt know my fate.
Playing
The game of love, but never really showing;
I thought that love could wait.
I was a young man and sure to go astray.
You walked right into my life and told me love would find a way
To keep on growing, keep on growing, keep on growing.
I was standing,
Looking in the face of one who loved me,
Feeling so ashamed.
Hoping,
And praying, lord, that she could understand me,
But I didnt know her name.
She took my hand in hers and told me I was wrong.
She said, youre gonna be all right boy, oh just as long
As you keep on growing, keep on growing, keep on growing. yeah, yeah, yeah.
Maybe,
Someday baby, who knows where or when, lord,
Just you wait and see.
Well be walking,
Together hand in hand, alone forever;
Woman just you and me.
cause time is gonna change us, lord, and I know its true;
Our love is gonna keep on glowing and growing and its all we gotta do.
Keep on growing, keep on growing, keep on growing. yeah, yeah, yeah.
Keep on growing, keep on growing, keep on growing.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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An Understanding Has Been Acquired
Experience is not from a classroom taught.
That is a process life only offers.
To believe that one can teach,
Or receive experience...
To relieve the sacrifices that come as a reward,
Is to click one's heels three times,
In the hopes Auntie Em has a freshly baked apple pie...
Just pulled from the oven,
Upon one's return from the Land of Oz!
Could be associated with having a drug induced,
Experience.
And these things happen!
Anything is possible.
Like a child hoping to escape a spanking...
Once it has been discovered,
The family cat has been put inside the refrigerator.
How does one handle this situation?
That's a judgement issue.
However,
After the tenth pet has been found in this manner...
There is a real need to take this as a serious issue.
Now...IF,
One was to serve the cat for dinner,
And watch the child nibble on it?
That is an experience that will never be forgotten!
You can say...
Experience, in this example, has definitely been achieved!
An understanding has been acquired.
And desired results...
Develop over time,
With psychological adjustments!
Can be obtained.
Maybe a little costly...
But obtainable!
Hopefully...
In some unique cases,
The avoidance of permanent mental damage...
Is recommended.
But,
We must never look back,
Wishing to have taken other actions!
We must be careful not to be too extreme,
When making our decisions.
We must...
At all cost,
Avoid having someone else's experiences...
Haunt us for the rest of our lives!
Anger fits can linger!
We have to set aside time for those adjustments.
Some take longer than others.
Experience is a mind altering change.
For some...
This process expands comprehension!
And yet,
For others...
They are left scarred for the rest of their lives!
Like one who is forced to eat broccoli.
Lima beans is my thing.
To this day I can't stand them!
And I'm sure the feeling is mutual!
However...
It is very rare these life changes,
Can be instructed.
Although some experiences,
Can leave folks traumaticized!
And these we must consider as 'Prozac Specials'.
They will be 'numb' up for quite sometime.
Some are slower at recovery than others!
Involving the aforementioned experience.
And we must be more patient with these kinds of minds.
One never knows...
When the cracking might snap.
And hopefully with some therapy...
Some folks are able to use their experiences,
As an insight for others to prove...
Even those with dysfunctions,
Can become quite successful...
At keeping their 'ailments' undetected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch.
quote by E.M. Forster
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In Substitute of Meat
What process is this,
If it is not a learning one?
What process is this,
If comprehension isn't done?
Wasted sagas are meaningless,
And shallow.
Do nothing there to uplift.
Although,
A purpose to keep mentalities narrow...
And quite hollow does succeed.
What process is this,
If it is not a learning one?
What process is this,
If comprehension isn't done?
And what purpose is served,
By keeping minds fed dessert...
In substitute of meat.
We already witness the disadvantages,
Of too much sugar and spice.
Leaving sweetened appetites in our streets,
Without substance to nourish!
With all taxes increased.
'Meat?
I thought you were vegetarian? '
Meat for the mind,
Fool!
'I'll have you know,
I am a qualified imbecile...
Thank you!
Any references declaring me to be a fool,
I find appalling and offensive.'
There is 'something' about that to be admired.
Perhaps that's why it captivates.
And nothing about your situation advances.
It's soooo...
Impressively expressive.
And excuses an accepted abuse!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nightmares Won't Stop
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then maybe its fake
Your not drowning in a black lake
Your not being bitten poisonous snake
Your not really awake
It is all in your head
An over active imagination
A mental complication
What a realization
Then comes another sensation
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
It also could be
You pinch your skin to see if this is
Your trying to open your eyes
if only to see
Their must be something you missed
Explaining away the possibility of your demise
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then when that coffin you lie in with spikes comes closed
You'll wake up alive with all your cloths
But look at all holes
Their mere shreds
How is that possible?
A mental transference of the material
Then the question comes did you wake into another dream
This is a sickness and a disease
If only solving it could be a breeze
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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To Leave A Selected Few Believing
People are trying to understand,
The process of life and death.
With a more comprehension,
To help ease their demands.
And expectations that can be anticipated...
With an acceptance projected to instill interest.
.
But to what are they comparing,
This process of life to?
Since no one can say,
They have the facts that exist.
And can reveal them to prove!
Although destruction of it,
Has been permitted as witnessed.
Life is to be lived as is given unconditionally.
Not to be created unsuccessfully...
Through the use of test tubes.
With a dismissing of this 'majesticness'...
For a foolish marketing of eternal mortality!
To leave a selected few believing,
A 'forever' in a changing Universe is in their reach!
And they have been chosen as 'special' entities.
For a bliss to live in their concept of perfectness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Process Isn't As Simple
I find it pointless,
To discuss how a process is done...
And takes place,
To anyone who has not expressed...
Just more of an interest.
If anyone has never been on stage to act.
Or has picked up a pen or a pencil,
To write...
Generating that kind of motivation in one's head...
Is to me like asking,
What does it take to lay an egg?
There is 'nothing' here to work with.
Neither is the person asking this queston a hen...
WITH a pencil OR a pen.
Nor has any attempts been made...
To lay that egg!
I am one of those people,
Who has to see some effort being achieved!
Especially if my assistance is requested.
The process isn't as simple,
As that hen may make it look!
'How is the rooster involved in all of this? '
Trust me.
Once you 'really' get a bonafide interest...?
You will begin the process of research,
On your own.
That 'desire' will be there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Process Of Rejection
The importance of substitution,
Will never be as potent...
As the significance,
Of that which is originally given.
There will be attempts made,
To dilute and disguise the affect...
With replacements to digest.
And those unconscious may never suspect,
Until a system begins...
A process of rejection.
The importance of substitution,
Will never be as potent...
As the significance,
Of that which is originally given.
A process of rejection begins.
And the harm that is done...
Upsets with effectiveness,
Not just a few disgruntled ones.
But everyone awakening,
To the glaring sight of Sun!
A Sun unclouding to expose...
Those without vision and on the run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no relation to sound for deaf people. It is a totally different mental process.
quote by Richard Masur
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Grown to Bloom
In the days gone,
When I took for granted...
My life.
And the ease of complicity,
I had accepted nature...
As it surrounded me.
I've grown to bloom!
I've grown to comprehend...
What begins ends soon.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.
And...
I have learned to enjoy whatever it is,
I do!
More than any time before!
Now that I know I can open doors!
And not be concerned how it was done.
That task...
I leave in the hands of a mind,
Far greater than mine.
I've grown to bloom...
To wither.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.
Until I have finally come to rest,
In the nest of eternity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clearer To See Through
With the windows of the world...
And the people living within it,
Becoming clearer to see through.
Although some will still choose to believe...
They hide behind masks and disguises,
As if they can stop and block out one's vision!
No one graduates through life,
Without learning something...
About the process.
It's like the watching,
Of elementary school children...
Absorbing 'elementary' skills.
Once those skills are learned,
The mind begins to connect...
To an openness with a wish to progress.
Those things seen today,
Were not as obvious yesterday.
And when new lessons are learned...
The old ones just don't fade away.
They stay with a probing done!
And no one living under the Sun,
When light begins to shine on everyone...
Can keep what they believe is kept discreet.
Although they may perceive themselves,
As hiding secrets.
Or that truth,
Is a matter of one's interpretation of it.
And anyone who has ever been exposed to truth,
Knows there is only one...
Truth,
That becomes revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jump In The Water and Get Wet
Fearing to experience life invites indecision.
Many who are taught to do things right...
Just might find themselves debating,
Over choices they prefer and like...
to impress and appease others to please.
Jump in the water and get wet.
Establish a list of those regrettable moments.
How else will one know a growth process is known?
Affecting directly one's emotions.
And involving a forward motion.
Jump in the water and get wet.
At least from the doing of it...
There will be a lesson learned to be remembered,
Never to forget.
'But...
I can not swim.'
You see!
I told you.
Something done one does,
Will always aid in the growing process.
'But...
I'm telling you,
Seriously...
I can't swim.'
Well...
I am hopeful of your ability,
To make attempts.
To teach you requires the kind of patience,
Today, I just don't have.
'But...
I am drowning! '
From who's perspective?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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