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Going to Have Fun

I am going to have fun.
Even if it is done at your expense.
I had been the one,
Seeking sense when there was none.
And feeling betrayed,
As I withessed thoughtlessness displayed.

Oh, I am going to have fun.
You can consider that activity,
One already welcomed!

Yes...
I am going to have fun.
Even if it is done at your expense.
I had been the one,
Seeking sense when there was none.
And in these days lived,
I do not expect any to come.

Call it what you wish.
But I don't dish out negativity.
Nor do I accept it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Your Expense

'A sense of common sense.'
'A funny mistake.'
Please go on.
Tell me is their more?
'A joke at your expense.'
'No harm intended.'
How can their be no harm if it's at my expense? '
'Well you see...'
'It just meant to cause laughter.'
I don't find it amusing.
And just who do you think you are?
'You can call me a friend.'
'I thought you knew that.'
Then why are you making fun of me?
'Because I love you.'

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Sense of Humor

I don't understand?
What's not to be believed?
You have never been told the truth...
And now you are seeking clarity?
How would you recognize it?
You have shown me no evidence.

I provided you the comfort of calling me a fool!
If I truthfully believed that...
I would not be here now staring in the face of one!
You may have made fun of me at my expense,
But I'm the one that's been laughing all this time.

OH...
I get it now.
You thought I was laughing 'with' you and the others,
Laughing at me?
No...
I'm not sadistic.
I have a sense of humor myself.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aren't You All Neighbors?

If I consume more than my neighbor,
And squander my feeding at their expense...
To then expect for them to remain silent,
As they pay more for the construction of my fence.
Or the fixing of cracks on pavements I travel,
Without my offering a single cent.
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?

Yet I am the first to advocate the raising of rents,
To keep certain 'elements' away from me and distanced.
Should I get upset the request I pay higher taxes,
On my property that has been re-assessed?
Since I am more accustomed to live high on the hog,
While others around me find it difficult to live on less?

'But...
Aren't you all neighbors?
And aren't you all sharing the same amenities offered? '

I am a conservative.
I am not one of those 'liberals' seeking a hand-out.
I am entitled to be served.

'But...
Aren't you all neighbors?
And aren't you all sharing the same amenities offered? '

I am a conservative.
I am not one of those 'liberals' seeking a hand-out.
I am entitled to be served.

If I consume more than my neighbor,
And squander my feeding at their expense...
To then expect for them to remain silent,
As they pay more for the construction of my fence.
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?

'But...
Aren't you all neighbors? '

Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is The Expense Paid

It's not the getting of attention,
Some go out of their way to get.
It is the expense paid,
Those seeking it eventually regret.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Benefits To Pay Attention

I can quickly forgive and understand a child,
Who takes an escapade with a making a mistake...
At my expense.
I expect this from a child adventuring,
Out into the world to establish for themselves...
A building of their own common sense.
This I accept and expect.
With a patience in the beginning given.
And hoping in their minds something eventually connects.

However...
With the giving of circumstances and considering one's age,
There are stages of life when it benefits to pay attention.
And if one continues to disrespect others to neglect,
Difficult it becomes for me to repeatedly forgive and forget.
Especially when a doing is done,
Over and over and over by someone...
Who cruises through life making the same mistakes,
With new excuses easy to use refusing to face truth.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having The Nerve to Excuse Thoughtlessness

When something treasured is given.
And it is disrespected and given back...
Do not expect warm greetings to flow,
From the one who felt slighted by that!
Children, perhaps...
Can be excused for this lapse.
However,
Those who wear grown up clothes,
Are 'suppose' to use far more tact!
And when they don't...
They are the first to pretend,
They don't know 'why' or 'what'
Has happened to them.
Proving by their actions...
They are as self centered as children.
Getting what they deserve.
And having the nerve to excuse thoughtlessness.
One mature would not accept this to dismiss.
Being an adult can be a painful process...
Especially when the playground,
Has been abandoned...
By those no longer seeking,
Childish games at recess!
There is a seriousness of life that develops...
That one should achieve to aspire and expect!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Spent On The Hype

Even after all of the performances are done.
And the expense spent on the hype,
Leaves no one in the audience excited.
Or feeling their appetites have been satisfied.
The curtain on the stage will come down.
And the spotlight will be turned off.
As reviews the next day will be read.

Prescriptions will be filled.
And medications will be taken.
Even after all of the performances are done.
No one will be convinced,
Their reality lived has been truthfully represented.
Or the expense spent on the hype,
Will deliver to anyone a dividend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets

Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?

None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.

And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.

Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!

To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!

Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?

I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!

None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.

And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!

And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!

Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decide To Take Flight As An Aging Fugitive

When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?

I remember the days,
Those crazed were ignored.
Never did I think...
Folks like this would be adored.

Enforced conflicts,
Have been admitted addictions...
Few can quit.
With no one self examining...
The cause and effect of any of this!

When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?

'You,
Old man...
Have ideals that have hit the fan.
And gone away like every yesterday lived...
Leaving people like you,
To chose to be a captive hostage...
Or decide to take flight as an aging fugitive.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empathized But Sits

The buildup.
The hype.
The failure of it.
And the expense...
A numbing pain,
Does not admit!

A sorrow,
Empathized but sits.
In reflection,
Making sense of it!
But no sense of it...
Comes to soothe!

The buildup.
The hype.
The failure of it.
And the expense...
A numbing pain,
Does not admit!

A sorrow,
Empathized...
But sits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Perception Of Yours To Dramatize

Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense.

You can,
If you wish...
Keep your desires to be fed cheaply,
A delusioned fantasy.

But the reality is this...
You've got to pay.
At least 'something' on what has been borrowed.

These debts can no longer be paid,
By threats!
As you continue to feast!

Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense you refuse to comprehend.
Well comprehend this,
Regardless of your feeling offended.
The festival has ended.

To you your threats may make sense.
However...
What is needed is less of your greed to feed.
And more of your co-operation.
Or whatever you believe you need...
Will leave you mind quicker,
Than another perception of yours to dramatize!
With or without,
Your eyes opened wide.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breathing Freely

Breathing freely,
And adopting this as my number one...
Priority,

At first...
I brought along with it some guilt.
I was taught from birth,
Doing for others...
Provided me a sense of self worth.
And a doing for myself first,
Was a selfish activity.

And I thought about this,
Through the years of my giving.
And I thought about this,
With a lesser happiness...
As I continued to live.

If I am not happy,
To whom do I address this?
And who is going to recognize my unhappiness,
Better than I can myself?

And...
I awakened!
As if it was the first time I had witnessed dawn.

Breathing freely,
And adopting this as my number one...
Priority,

At first...
I brought along with it some guilt.
I was taught from birth,
Doing for others...
Provided me a sense of self worth.
And a doing for myself first,
Was a selfish activity.

Today,
Feeling selfish is the least of my concerns.
I am no longer seeking to prove I can be sacrificial.
I've earned and deserve the right to be happy.
Pleasing the needs of others,
To receive disrespect as a benefit?
Is a lesson I have learned not to repeat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now More Than Ever Needed

Anything to fault,
Will do great things...
For those insecure.
Those who wish,
To 'dish' and sting.

Anything against,
A forward movement done.
Anything to focus,
On the personal life lived...
By someone.

Indecisive and unsure.
Argumentitive with negativity,
That lures.
And then they come to criticize,
Any good deed done by anyone...
Just to mention it is despised.

Anything to fault,
Will do great things...
For those insecure.
Those who wish,
To 'dish' and sting.
Making others realize...
Their presence produces,
Not one thing...
To bring upon the environment,
A sense of togetherness...
Now more than ever needed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Love

Caged.
Seeking out my hearts desires.
All that pass by the window to my soul,
Plant the seeds in my mind.
Desires, spreading like weeds,
Choking out the truth of my core.
Yet, I still pursue.
On a treadmill,
Getting no further ahead.
Running to stand still.
All at the expense of another.
All at the expense of my soul.
Hoarding every lie I purchase.
My soul pays the price.
A slave to my wants.
A victim to another's.
Two things given at birth.
Love, and free will.
But I must choose which I follow.
My will roams free.
My love is caged.
The death of my will,
Is what will set love free.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Unfulfilled

Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.

Everything but truth has been sought.
Bringing tears to dropp from many dried eyes.
Crying about their losses and wondering why?
With hollowed prayers demanding from God...
To deliver them from the onslaught of reality,
They choose to deny in its entirety.

Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.

Unfulfilled and blindly selfish.
Self centered and disrespecting.
And still trying to make attempts to climb,
A greased ladder!
If that was possible to achieve.
But to what heights could they freely breathe?
When it is on the ground,
Where the trees provide that need.

Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.

Some have been led to believe,
Their lives are exclusively lived.
With disregard for others.
As if their moments here on Earth,
Have annointed them more deserving!

But all that changes...
When The Creator decides,
To take away what He alone awards...
With gratitude to those He knows,
Appreciates His Love.
And bestowing upon them proof,
Of His existence.

And many can not come to do this.
To recognize their eyes,
Would not open...
If this was not the will of God!
Since they have prioritized their lives...
To be lived in indifference.

Excited by the presence of ignorance.
With a helpless attachment to conflict!
Sealed by a victory.
At the expense of remaining,
Unfulfilled!
And killing themselves,
For the thrill of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maybe the Economy Is On Your Mind

I will assist you,
But not at the cost of my own expense.

Why does this sound so familiar?

'Well...
If you don't mind me saying this.
But the last few times,
You just said...
At my own expense!
There was no cost involved.
Maybe the economy is on your mind? '

Is that your idea of a joke?
Your attempt to introduce comedic material,
At 'my' expense?

'Once again...
You changed what you've said.'

Forget it!
Can you hear that?
Petty motherfuhhhh...

'Yes...
I'm still within listening distance! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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9: 34 Rantings

there will be so much
ruin, if i change,

there is no need
or if there be i do

not wish that this
too can ruin you

let the days pass
like routine

old buses, worn out
cabs, rusty jeepneys

same parks, dusty roads,
littered seas,

watch capsized boats
easy-rides turning turtles

chaos is fun,
disorder is order

the menu for the day is
always always

expect some stars tonight
hope for the full moon

you see, it is a matter of
seeing, and what matters is

the moment feeling feeling
this always as always

this sense of forever
that we sense we know

shall come and take us
like passing days

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Contemporary Freedom

I am who I am
Because of what I am

I ask for freedom from love
I ask for freedom from slavery
I ask for freedom from hunger
I ask for freedom from desire

You know and I know
That not all seeds you sow
Will eventually grow