Here Is A Quick Tip
Here is a quick tip,
For those who name drop.
And believe they can sit to assess someone,
Based upon what they have heard by others.
And have bought with a selling what they've been told.
I would suggest to never do that unless...
The person being assessed,
Is formally auditioning for approval and acceptance.
Since assessments in many situations,
Come to disappoint those who do it.
Especially...
When they notice they are the ones,
Who have been quickly picked as those to leave behind...
By someone who seeks and finds an exit.
Without an apology or a mention as to 'why',
They must do what is observed being done and abruptly!
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Off Of a Blinded Rollercoaster Ride
It is a great feeling,
To live with peace of mind.
And not trying to find,
Either acceptance or approval.
When this blessing is identified...
Conflicts observed and heard,
Do not disturb!
Or come close to pinch a nerve.
When the blessing of peace of mind,
Becomes identified...
It solidifies one's right,
To get off of a blinded rollercoaster ride.
It is a great feeling,
To live with peace of mind.
And not trying to find,
Either acceptance or approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Come to Notice More Now
I've come to notice more now,
The falling snow.
I've come to notice more now,
A certain purpose...
I had disavowed.
I've come to notice more now,
The core of my being with more meaning.
A joy I can express...
With less emphasis on things collected.
And a happiness I always had,
But somehow did not allow.
I've come to notice more now,
I can.
I've come to notice more now,
I will!
I've come to notice more now,
My needs are basically fulfilled.
Without desire to seek approval,
Sought to identify my peace of mind!
I've come to notice more now,
Thoughts like that I have left behind.
And notice, I do...
My blessings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Portraying Themselves As Friends
I don't care who told it...
When it was told to who and why.
When a lie leaves someone's lips,
And they are quick to try to cover it...
With additional nonsense that makes less sense,
I feel offended, disrespected...
And I will not get over it!
I do not exist for that kind of crap to persist,
In my life.
Not mine.
Folks like that,
I could care less who they are.
They will not get other opportunities,
To do what they do to others to me!
I am not that kind of forgiver.
When I give of myself,
I deliver.
And there is nothing below the surface that I hide.
But I will bury quick...
An association I discover has been based upon lies!
Too much of that is observed.
And cowards portraying themselves as friends...
Are the first to think its a joke,
To do you in!
And believe your reaction to them is not deserved!
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Multi-Talented
Have I come back with the same rap to unpack?
Perhaps.
Will I be uncouth expressing not a hint of tact?
You can count on that!
Will I reveal facts or just deliver belligerence?
Well...
That's something I haven't done,
Since the last verbal counterattack!
No one won nor was stunned.
How disappointing!
None of that is planned.
Since I am not in a premeditative mood...
To be recalled upon demand.
Although my attitude depends,
On who comes in with more ignorance
Than I can normally stand or myself send,
With an enraged insanity controlled on command.
But I'd be willing to expose a dose or two to throw...
If situations get out of hand!
I've been told I can show I'm multi-talented,
At a moments notice!
And...
Give an exit that is awesome as well as grand!
Unlike some folks,
I have been trained to exceed expectations.
I did not just sit in class!
I became a master prepared to blast any task,
Requiring both attention and completion to satisfy.
'No one here has asked for your resumé.
You have been invited to join us.
Are you coming in or not? '
Well...
I suppose.
Since you are not going to formally introduce me!
'And please...
Do your best to subdue your obnoxiousness! '
ME?
Obnoxious?
I'm appalled by that accusation!
Bring me a scotch and ginger!
HELLO EVERYONE I'M HERE!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such a Massive Waste of Competence
If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?
There is no further need,
To mention the affects of greed.
It is apparent in one's vision...
The precision done by ignorance.
Those who believed they had the answers,
And would not listen...
Have gained positions,
To affliliate themselves with quick fixes.
And decided a leadership,
Would be those hand picked and liked...
For their willingness to follow.
Allowing much grief and sorrow.
With a quickness done of their silent lips.
If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?
Not if those stood strong and opposed...
Such a massive waste of competence.
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Okay, Okay, Okay! I Get It. I Apologize
Okay, okay, okay!
I get it.
I apologize.
I should not have called you an idiot.
I should have left it alone as a thought.
But since I have apologized
Let us both pretend,
You are not the fool I believe you are.
And you can forgive me for any perceptions,
You assume in the future
I might have of you that offend.
Even those thoughtless statements,
I may make in public
And surrounded by an attentive audience,
You now know
I did not intend to mention as they were heard.
And repeated.
Over and over again.
I'm glad you realize,
We all make mistakes.
Although they may be done on a regular basis.
I appreciate your acceptance of my apology.
I promise from now on,
I will make attempts to be more conscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
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Them' and 'They' Are There
'Them' and 'they' are there.
And you...
Are here!
How do you explain that?
'Was that a requirement?
I did not think that I should,
Explain!
And even if that was someone's expectation,
Who would demand I comply?
Who seeks to bestow upon me their approval?
I suggest,
If you know 'them' and 'they' are 'there'...
And I am here not caring.
Perhaps you should find out from them,
Not me...
As to 'why'?
Since you get nothing else here,
But direct eye contact!
And that wont be for too much longer.
There are deeds I must accomplish.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call To Get A Cop
If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
You think I'm a thief!
Please.
If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given up all I had,
Believe that or not.
Now you tell me that I can't leave...
Because your aggravations aren't that bad.
This is worse than living in a jail cell.
Living with you has been pure hell.
I've got to leave you and do it quick,
With a taking of my mind...
And,
Splitting through an exit!
Yes.
If you call a cop,
Be honest when you tell on me.
Get a cop,
And tell the story truthfully.
Without those tears you weep and drop.
With the telling of lies nonstop.
Whoa Nelly!
If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
You think I'm a thief!
Please.
And you want me arrested,
Because I wont take from you...
More of your mess,
Yes.
You want me arrested,
Because your testing gives me no rest.
And...
You want me arrested,
Because I've decided to step.
Yes.
And you wish to break my neck.
So,
If you want me arrested?
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
I've all you've got,
Please!
This is worse than living in a jail cell.
Living with you has been pure hell.
I've got to leave you and do it quick,
With a taking of my mind...
And,
Splitting through an exit!
Yes.
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Constructive Criticisms
I appreciate your assessments.
And the time you have given.
But guess what?
'What? '
The value I have placed on my life,
With the knowledge and comprehension...
Of my true identity that took me years to find,
With adjustments made to upgrade my mind.
And what I have obtained in the gaining of it,
Does not depend on your assessments.
Or your vocal beliefs on how I can achieve,
Your acceptance.
'I was just offering constructive criticisms.'
And I was offering my time,
To tell you not to continue the wasting of yours.
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I Wont Buy It!
if you're selling salvation
for a one time donation...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling comfort
at the expense of the poor...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling protection
at the cost of individual rights...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling love
bought with diamonds and drugs...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling truth,
but your version of truth...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling today
at the final cost of tomorrow...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling freedom
fed by guns and invasions,
i wont buy it!
get it through your head...
i wont buy it!
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You've Got to Notice...
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You may regret.Someone you've met.
Then get upset.
When they just turn, and walk away!
That's how it is today.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate with such rage....displayed.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You'll be hated anyway...
Today.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Each and every day.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
Snap or pop your fingers,
As you hip hop down the streets.
Today!
People display such a craze!
And it seems to be 'okay',
This way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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History Is Rewritten
A presence felt,
To leave meaningful steps.
And expressing 'that' which is observed!
Some might experience with encouragement.
Some with none...
Although brave enough,
And tough of nerve!
Others are not so quick,
To move forward without someone to assist.
Hiding behind insecurities found.
And protecting themselves with excuses,
Gone unaddressed.
To be left all around!
Paths many walk are with obstacles,
And unpaved.
Often they are criticized...
For what they do.
And what is done rarely goes unscathed.
The pioneer walks alone to adventure and discover.
To return to share with others.
As history is rewritten,
Over time!
To romanticize the specifics of events.
With a change of what has been done.
The absence of facts!
And no mention at all of the heritage.
OR nothing of the person's color.
If 'black' like the Eygptians!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Respect For Duets
You can't disowned me.
Like you're getting off a see-saw,
Abruptly.
Especially when I've gotten use to going up and down.
With quick emotions you deliver to emit.
As if I am trained to depict...
Which mood of yours,
I should prepare in patience for your infliction.
You can't but you did,
Drop me to lay flat on the ground.
Exposed and showing a wide opened nose...
From the day you discovered that easily found.
You can't disowned me.
Like you're getting off a see-saw,
Abruptly.
Especially when I've gotten use to going up and down.
With quick emotions you deliver to emit.
As if I am trained to depict...
Which mood of yours,
I should prepare in patience for your infliction.
You found in me someone devoted.
Someone dependable and would be around.
To pick up your smashed pieces.
As you felt after doing this,
Both safe and mentally 'sound'.
With whimpers to come to whisper,
In my ear.
To further have me feeling trapped.
Like some domesticated puppy caught,
In the comfort of a dog pound!
Lapping happily that I'm locked up and latched.
You wish to really sing solo...
I know you do.
And not together in harmony.
To prove to me exclusively...
My heart you can bleed but do not need.
With no respect for duets!
None I've seen you wish to perfect with me.
Although we can open one door,
With separate keys!
Getting up to leave when you please,
To swing in 'flings' as I stay stumped...
On my rump.
Is all that this relationship means.
And you 'think' you are irreplaceable,
As a preference with no match.
However...
Don't believe you can leave,
And off my list you can't be scratched!
You might regard me as a pet...
But you are the one who will have regrets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpredictable
You do not know me.
And each time you and others,
Do your assessments...
You become disappointed,
By the results you get.
Something you discover,
Offends your beliefs.
But no time have you spent,
Connecting your assumptions...
To a specificness that exists.
You do not know me.
And each time you and others,
Do your assessments...
You become disappointed,
By the results you get.
And you find yourself in discussions,
With others who assess...
Beliefs addressed,
Which have been confirmed...
By the uselessness of whispered innuendos.
And it doesn't bother me one bit,
To know this tolerance you live with...
Defines your own existence permitted.
And I can see how you qualify me,
As unpredictable.
It is a relief and I thank you,
For that determination....
You have researched.
Perhaps next time you will approach me,
And together we can converse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quickly Assessed To Suspect
If one's intelligence was a defense used against,
The strangle hold of an increasing ignorance...
And events associated to its prominence.
To end with a smothering of common sense.
Then why has it been an exorbitant expense,
To convince...
That the education one has is a vital benefit.
Especially today when many are offended,
By anyone with a thought process...
Confessing an expertise easily to connect dots.
Confusing many to address without that ability.
And once this is admitted with a proof that is served,
That person becomes quickly assessed to suspect...
As a threatening nonconformist to be watched and observed.
'Do you mind passing me more BS, please?
The taste of it is so fresh.
Is it 'never' out of season?
Or does that depend on its presentation...
And the supply and demand for its need? '
I have not a clue.
But it is delicious, isn't it?
'Yes.
Is there more? '
As much of it as you would like.
Light, mild or spicy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Children Once Did
As far as perceptions go,
One should not believe they know another,
Based upon what they have been told.
Everything living like the seasons do change.
There are too many people walking around,
Who have yet to say hello to someone 'known'.
But can spend hours talking about that person,
As if they had witnessed all of their activities since birth.
And when it comes to some folks related to others,
Embellishing what they do as time passes on...
Is enough for them to create who that person is 'today',
Because it was known who they were in elementary schools...
Doing what children once did and still are expected to do.
With the leaving of hints and the dropping of clues,
As to why there is such a tolerance...
For immaturity and the acceptance of ignorance.
And the allowance given not to offend,
Those who have abandoned accountability altogether.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick
Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.
Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.
Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Promised To Lead
I can not monitor your movements.
I can only respect the direction you take.
For me to be held accountable for your mistakes...
Is not the purpose for the steps I take.
And for you to suggest,
Your responsibilities are tests for me to accept...
Is not a contemplation I will digest.
Or load on my back...
To prove I can condone your added foolishness.
I promised to lead...
Not bleed to receive your approval,
Or acceptance.
There is more than your priorities,
On my agenda.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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