Hour of the Hunting
Fading seductions,
And reduced temptations...
Do not leave easy,
As we face replacements.
Habits are only bad,
If guilt is applied.
It would be nice...
To be gratified,
Without remorse at its side.
Undoing explicitness,
Is difficult to do without.
Discreeted peeks do not satisfy,
A libido that is denied...
In and outside.
With wishes to be freed,
To 'sniff' a whiff and scatter about!
And there hiding in our minds,
Is an undefined lust that grows.
And the more we try,
Losing that part of us...
Like a diet from it teases,
Until an urgency explodes!
The more the craving,
For 'it'...
Within us shows,
The hounding of the wolf!
'Where are my sunglasses?
It is the hour of the hunting,
To release some grunts! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slip Me a Whiff
Slip me a whiff,
And let me sniff to pollute.
My values have been stomped upon,
And I'm feeling much used and abused.
I don't have any change in my pocket.
My dollars I've banked have tanked.
They tell me to have patience.
But the devastation is not only on my face.
Many are collecting memories...
To leave their tears in evicted places.
Slip me a whiff,
And let me sniff to pollute.
My values have been stomped upon,
And I'm feeling much used and abused.
Where do I go when my life has been crushed?
Who do I trust...
When standands I believed in have been flushed.
I remembered when I perceived those in need were lazy.
Now I understand more than I wish.
How things can change...
With priorities rearranged.
To leave relationships strained,
In estranged, insane derangements no one claims!
But emotions can't keep distanced.
Slip me a whiff,
And let me sniff to pollute.
My values have been stomped upon,
And I'm feeling much used and abused.
I wish to forget and dismiss what is.
By getting high and flying high above it!
To drift and resist its pull that threatens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extremely Positive
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
I've tasted afairs that went nowhere.
And embarrassments I faced.
But those days are not returning now.
I can not see that as a possibility.
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
I look for clarity to guide my steps,
After weeping tears of much regret.
I've removed all issues of a mental debt!
And now I want all that I can get...
To please and satisfy,
A happiness I once denied!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
Right now I am pleased,
To discover the real me!
And what others believed...
Brought me misery to grieve!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
Opportunities came,
To catch me undecided.
Overnight I found myself...
Filled with excitement and much delighted!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
To do for others as they chose I did.
But now a joy inside me lives!
Knowing it was 'me' I had to forgive!
And wanting what I want allows me more to give!
Feeling a freedom I had never known or shown...
That I condone and is extremely positive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Job Well Done
Quiescent now for many years.
I never thought to feel again.
The hunting instinct which now stirs.
An urge I must try to restrain.
My conscience is reminding me.
I have retained my hunting skill
Which I could employ usefully.
In hunting those prepared to kill.
Without remorse and randomly.
To satisfy some twisted lust.
Though not the man I used to be.
I have decided that I must.
Identify the latest one.
But acting unofficially.
I much prefer to hunt alone.
No petty rules to hamper me.
I’ve studied very carefully
the clues the killer left behind.
Such killers act predictably.
Which makes them easier to find.
I do not have to justify
my actions in a court of law.
It is my judgement he must die.
Make certain that he kills no more.
I’ll leave sufficient evidence.
To prove his guilt beyond all doubt.
I have not lost my confidence.
That sins will always find you out.
Though I hide my identity.
It is an act of self defence.
It also means that I am free.
From any outside influence.
No lawyers claiming innocence.
No bleeding hearts to plead his cause.
In truth he has no real defence.
I execute him for just cause.
The city can now sleep in peace.
The killer’s dead as he should be.
I think that I deserve release
From my self appointed duty.
I will return from whence I came.
Adopt my true identity.
Certain no one knows my name.
Ensuring my security.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sought to See With Wishes Granted and Seen
I am indeed,
Not the perception...
But the belief.
I have been then conceived.
I have been freed of invisibility.
To experience and touch sensations.
Explore temptations and grow from them.
Not to become corralled or restricted,
Within barriars of sins...
Depicting those who are wicked.
Preached by those who pocket from such grief.
And cursed to smother under clouds of sorrow...
Are those who sermonize to lust and leech their evils.
What teachings would leave those to feel dark,
And gloomy?
To feed unlimited greed.
I am indeed,
Not the perception...
But the belief.
I am that spiritual connection.
Sought to see with wishes granted and seen.
Given touch to love and satisfy.
And I express these blessings with much gratefulness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lesson #1
Lesson #1...
You can not convince those,
Who have made up their minds...
That an alternative approach,
Will provide a better benefit.
They will not hear it!
Since their minds have been blocked,
And limited.
Leave them alone,
To experience their own ignorance.
And by doing this...
You have removed yourself,
From feelings of guilt and remorse.
Left behind for someone else,
To eventually admit.
You must allow them to confront their egos...
On their own terms.
If you don't...
No one grows to learn!
And an ego on a rampage,
Isn't worth sacrificing...
An earned peace of mind!
Leave that nonsense,
To find its own way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Writing Is Like A Diet
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it...
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it.
Those who do may not sleep,
At night.
Or discover they have lost an appetite.
Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
Those who ask how writing is done...
Usually have no idea,
Of what they must overcome.
Some believe writing is nothing but fun.
But those committed...
Know writing is more like a spouse,
That can be quiet as a mouse.
Then at other times a shouting occurs...
Heard from the inside,
With a wish to come out!
Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it!
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pleasure Seeker
Pleasure seeker
Hunting to get 'lucky'
Hoping to pluck someone without scruples.
Hoping to get laid,
With less of a game to be played.
And those moralistic ones,
Are the best to tease.
Easy to capture,
With temptations to please.
Pleasure seeker desires one of these.
To squeeze a butt while screwing up juices.
Or to leave one sucking,
Discreetly!
After a satisfying time,
Delivered from one's knees.
Or...
Better left gratified,
Under sheets naked...
Entwined in sweat,
Left by a slow building heat....
That comes after calls for wanting more,
Have cooled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Must Learn We Can Detach From Our Burdens
Within these vessels kept that are our temples,
Sacred.
Although treated with neglect.
We should clear the debris each day with faith.
With prayer to be forgiven.
And a desire to be cleansed,
Of addicting temptations.
On a daily basis.
In respect of the life that has been given.
It isn't easy feeding on teased wishes.
To satisfy that which temporarily pleases.
Or to maintain our insights,
To be kept full with light.
Instilling our hearts with brightness...
Day and night!
But if a routine becomes part of our appetites,
Our journeys will benefit.
Decreasing that which is wrong.
With a clarity of that,
Which sheds more light on the right.
To heighten our minds with enlightenment.
With an acknowledgement that comes to comprehend this...
We do not sit alone in our anguish!
And,
We must learn we can detach from our burdens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(I Know) I'm Losing You
Your love is fading I can feel your love fading
Woman it's fading away from me
'Cause your personal touch has grown cold
as if someone else controls your very soul
I fooled myself long as I can
I can feel the presence of another man
It's there when you speak my name
It's just not the same
Oh honey I'm losing you
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
Oh I'm losing you
I can feel it in my bones
any day you'll be up and gone
Ooh I'm losing you
It's all over your face someone's takin' my place
Could it be that I'm losing you
When I look into your eyes a reflection of a face I see
Oh Lord I'm losing you
I'm hurt, downhearted and worried girl
'cause that face doesn't belong to me
Your love is fadin', I can feel it fadin'
Oh away from me
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
ooh I'm losing you
I don't wanna lose you
but I know I'm gonna groove you
Oh Lord I'm losing you, and I'm a losin' you
Your love is fadin', I can feel it fadin'
Oh Lord I'm losing you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I'm Losing You
(n. whitfield / e. holland / c. grant)
Your love is fading i can feel your love fading
Woman it's fading away from me
'cause your personal touch has grown cold
As if someone else controls your very soul
I fooled myself long as i can
I can feel the presence of another man
It's there when you speak my name
It's just not the same
Oh honey i'm losing you
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
Oh i'm losing you
I can feel it in my bones
Any day you'll be up and gone
Ooh i'm losing you
It's all over your face someone's takin' my place
Could it be that i'm losing you
When i look into your eyes a reflection of a face i see
Oh lord i'm losing you
I'm hurt, downhearted and worried girl
'cause that face doesn't belong to me
Your love is fadin', i can feel it fadin'
Oh away from me
I can feel it in the air, it's there everywhere
Ooh i'm losing you
I don't wanna lose you
But i know i'm gonna groove you
Oh lord i'm losing you, and i'm a losin' you
Your love is fadin', i can feel it fadin'
Oh lord i'm losing you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Got It Easy Free to Love
We've got it easy free to love.
But people choose their enemies.
Some people say they pray to God,
But continue searching to welcome defeats.
And many everyday lose faith,
Craving temptations they can not leave.
With teasing done by limitations plentiful.
That keeps the pleading daily addicted,
On roughened hands and bruised up knees.
We've got it easy free to love.
But people choose their enemies.
Some people say they pray to God,
But continue searching to welcome defeats.
With a hunting for them on urban streets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shyness
While lying to the looking glass,
Spite those of a whole other class,
Shamed to see life become a farce,
Pray it's a phase that's soon to pass,
Never having the needed grace,
Cursed feeling ever out of place,
Always wanting to hide your face,
Craving a special sacred space,
Needing to just be left in peace,
And all expectations to cease,
Part of you denied a release,
Urges to give life a new lease,
Too many truths hard to confess,
Demons that leave you in distress,
Evil eying points to address,
Convince yourself all's not hopeless.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Love&lust
love is something devine
it falls from the heaven to earth
it expects nothing for it but
it renders everything 2 others including itself
love nvr ends in lust but
it grows as affection nd respect
lust expects 2 exploit others
2 satisfy its needs
matured love becomes grace
lust may not be so
lust spoils the character nd life
when it develops as aggressive
love nvr feeds the violent but
lust grows in violence nd feeds violence
2 the people of the world
love nd lust must work 2gether in some way
poem by Koneko 4 Life
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Smelling The Flowers
(8/17/12)
Always looking at the clock, wondering about the hour
Never stopping to smell the flowers.
There was a time that life was at a slower pace
Now it seems we're always in a race.
The one thing that I know is that we don't
Spend enough time to watch our children grow.
I saw my marriage failing because I was
Too busy running around, as she looked at me
Without making a sound.
You can keep quite to a certain point in life
then she explodes, and it's not very nice.
The closeness that you knew seems to be
Fading away -and with you she doesn't want to stay
That is when you realize that your fires have to be rekindled
No ashes will you see - for this love will not be a faded love
In the books of history.
We then reaffirmed it in our minds
That this love would last for a very long time
And when our bodies became entwined
It was like sharing a bottle of wine.
We savored the juices as they flowed
For we had become connoisseurs
this much we know.
I started to smell the flowers as I did
In my younger years, as for losing my wife
I no longer have that fear.
SLOW DOWN AND SMELL THE FLOWERS!
poem by Louis Rams
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Free Me From Your Teases, Please
Free me from your teases, please.
No longer can I hide inside,
That exposed exterior side I show.
You are chipping away at it.
And I'm noticing how I can not resist.
Something you do keeps me anticipating...
A boost of the 'giddy'
That begins to reveal my insecurities.
Stop it and dropp this teasing done to me!
Free me from your teases, please.
You make me uncomfortable.
And I know this you can see.
I can not look you straight in your eyes.
You're doing something to me,
And I am caught by surprise.
Why have you picked me to do this to?
I am not a piece of putty,
Or wish to you to be glued!
Free me from your teases, please.
I will not be your next choice,
To play the fool for you.
Unless you give me a sign or a clue...
You are serious to pursue,
The depths of my lust!
And how you and I can keep that thrusting!
On a daily basis with touches we trust...
Belong to just us!
I can be discreetly sleazy.
Expect that to please...
And end your teases to meet your needs.
I can and will deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom and Right to Enjoy Life
Shallow are those joys bought on good credit.
And gifts expected to remain treasured forever.
That just does not happen...
When temptations tease to release,
Greed from us.
To toss about a tantrum or two,
Thrown to hook a guilty conscious.
And how can we teach children to be patient,
To receive a success for hard work applied?
When adults are observed crying daily...
About 'things' they can not buy to satisfy,
Whims they don't need but believe they can afford!
Everyone ignores the freedom and right to enjoy life.
It is always someone else's fault why they can not buy it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Lay So Easy On My Mind
Rils/rice/fields
You lay so easy on my mind oh so easy on my mind
Whenever I need you, all I ever do is close my eyes
You lay so easy on my mind yes, so easy on my mind
Wrap me in your warmness, let me feel your body touching mine
Everything you say and do finds me wanting you
Each moment brings to light a million dreams
Having something real is something I can feel
When I feel you, angel, touching me
You lay so easy on my mind oh so easy on my mind
Theres not a part of me your sweet love wont reach to satisfy
Everyday I love you more, youre the one Im living for
And the best youll ever give youve given me
You completely satisfy every need inside
I pray youll never take your love from me
You lay so easy on my mind oh so easy on my mind
Theres not a part of me, your sweet love wont reach to satisfy
You lay so easy on my mind
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Easier The Comformity
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
It is comfortable for some,
To see others from a distance.
To observe them not as they exist.
But what they've been told.
Since no emotions have been exchanged...
To acknowledge truth,
Face to face.
Or any touching visit.
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
And the easier the comformity to what one believes...
Becomes that which is wished to inflict upon one's consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habits that Become Addicting
The only mystique there is to consume,
And believe...
Is that which has a more concentrated,
Feasibility to release from periods of testing.
Keeping a feeding of this process is needed.
And if leaks of deceit should begin to be 'peeped'...
More opportunities are created,
To tease with more advantageous temptations.
And habits that become addicting like a good wage,
Are encouraged to nourish satisfactions.
Until the expense of those habits,
Begin to diminish the cost of protecting delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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