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Hypothetically Speaking

How can experiences lived,
Be shared positively.
In conversations,
That are openly expressed...
As being constructive.
And direct and honest,
As a one on one can be.

A restless figeting begins.
When the listener is young...
And filled with deluded apprehensions,
Mentioned.

And an impatience that sits,
Begins to reveal less tolerance with this.

How can any experience lived,
In certain circumstances...
Cause one's mind to drift,
With a secret wish...
To leave not a single fingerprint?
When applying methods of strangulation,

~Are you listening to me?
No one cares or listens to me.~

*Oh I'm listening to you, darling.
With unequivocal intent! *

Or...
Should one consider,
Being convicted of premeditated murder?
Hypothetically speaking,
Of course.

'Wouldn't it be cheaper,
Just to seek a divorce?
Instead of repeatedly beating a dead horse? '

What if it's a son,
Or a thick headed daughter?

'What if it's a sentence,
Of twenty years or more...
For perpetrating manslaughter? '

What if it's a one way trip to the Bahamas?
To never again feel guilt.
Or be visited by remorse.

'You said 'hypothetically speaking' this is? '

Huh?
Oh...
Yes!
Of course.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remove It From Your Mind

Does the shallowness,
Of one with a fickled soul show...
If it is announced to another,
How much a missing of one's presence is...
After many years has come to go,
Without a sign of contact.

Or...
Should the one who has been contacted,
Not be suspicious of this act at all.
If the one proclaiming to have done the missing...
Responds to an email sent 'eleven' years ago,
And did not express this in a telephone call.

'Well,
My opinion is this...
That person isn't too high,
On a priority list.
And a confession made,
After that length of time has come to go away...
I wouldn't be suspicious.
I would remove it from my mind to dismiss this quick.'

Hypothetically speaking?

'Hypothetically speaking or not.
People like that are into themselves.
People like that are thoughtless and should be dropped.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Going Through a Messy Process

...and speaking of experiences?
How many can say they achieved experience,
By listening to the sound of another's voice?
Or reading directions on how that is done?

Has anyone been 'shown' how to acquire it?
And how much of it comes to one that sits?
Especially if it can not be ordered...
Or delivered after purchase.

And even if that 'was' a possibility,
Haven't we all 'experienced' buyer's remorse?
Wishing we could quickly divorce from it!
Without going through a messy process.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Spiraling Cliff

mmm
The subject matter and the topic,
You have chosen to discuss
Is most interesting.

You hint,
That a boat floating
Once with an incompetent commander,
Unaware of it floating towards the edge
Of a waterfall cascading at unquestionable speed.
And had been warned of this danger
Should 'not' be the one found at fault.
Because the waterfall at the time of his leadership
Was not as close as it is today?

And the new commander recently taking helm
Who dares to turn the ship away,
From this spiraling cliff
With reason to believe all aboard,
Face eminent and devastating danger?
Because he represents a vision
That has not been collectively decided,
By those wishing to continue sailing
With scheduled social events to attend?

And
Everyone aboard,
Now hears the thunderous roar of this waterfall?
But pretend the evidence of it does not exist?

I'd like to make this suggestion strongly recommended.
And this is hypothetically speaking,
Of course.

'Of course.'

If everyone 'now' hears,
The thunderous roar of this waterfall...
Wouldn't it be to the best of everyone's interest,
IF they paid attention?
And gave the new commander their support?

'In response to your hypothetical suggested recommendation,
To my 'hypothetical' inquisitive mention of this
Of course.
Giving the new commander that much authority,
Would reveal delusions all aboard 'this' ship
I mean 'the' ship,
Wish to keep to themselves without the embarrassment,
Of admitting
They have standards and values,
They would rather keep to impress others who 'may'
Look upon them with less respect!
And,
They would rather try to convince others,
The new commander has weaknesses
Than to confess an apparent ignorance exposed.
And their severe incompetence to address,
Is a confession.

WHO and WHAT are they trying to protect?

'An 'image' of greatness!
Hypothetically speaking,
Of course.'

Sure.
And hypothetically speaking
Where would the lifejackets be stored,
Aboard 'that' fated ship?

'I have no idea.
I am going back to the upper deck,
To attend tonight's activities.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Shut You Down

If I am familiar with your negativity...
And I will shut you down.
There is nothing encouraging,
You have ever shared with me.
And a communication between us...
Is not here to be found.

I've given years of patience.
Listening to you dance and sing.
Beating around bushes you do.
And only delusions from them you bring.

You wish for me to agree,
That a life lived doesn't offer opportunities.
And when I awaken each day feeling blessed,
To witness dawn...
Your obsession with darkness,
Is there for you in a mind that darkness...
You wish to carry on!

I've given years of patience.
Listening to you dance and sing.
Beating around bushes you do.
And only delusions from them you bring.

If I am familiar with your negativity...
And I will shut you down.
There is nothing encouraging,
You have ever shared with me.
And a communication between us...
Is not here to be found.

I seek a freshness to breathe.
Not the sounds heard from one...
Consumed within limitation.
With a mind determined to spread negativity.
I will shut you down!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sure You Get The Point

If you are in a conversation,
You 'thought' was being shared...
And it begins to dawn on you,
The conversation you thought for two...
Was actually a conversation of one.
And no listening to you is being done!
Pay even closer attention,
To what is being mentioned.

And...
You will begin to realize,
What's important in people's lives.
And it shouldn't take long,
For anyone listening to another...
Go on and on about themselves,
Just where they are reagarded and placed...
One someone's priority list.

'Oh?
Yeah and...I...
Uh huh, huh...yes...and I...
Uh huh.
Yep.
And you know...uh huh...okay.
Uh huh...and...uh huh.'

I'm sure you get the point!
And if you don't...
Maybe you should be the one to listen.
And let someone else say something,
While you familiarize yourself...
With the process of breathing.
You know...take a few breaths.
And learn something.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Romance of the souls

She
Kept on speaking
Telling me
How to deal with
Life’s intricacies
How to remain calm
In difficulties
And keep smiling
I kept on listening
So involved and
Mesmerized I was
I didn’t know
When she had
Stopped speaking
She reacted pleasantly
Asked me
Were you not listening?
I came out of
My deep thoughts
No, No
I was enjoying your
Wonderful discourse
I remember
Each and every word
You said
Was my reply
Now it was my turn
To tell her
About contentment
Confidence and attitude
She closed her eyes
Listened to what I said
With full sincerity
I finished speaking
But she did not
Open her eyes
Were you listening?
I asked
Yes, yes
Was her reply
Each and every word
You said
Is embossed in my mind
So involved we were
In each other’s discourse
That we did not realize
When each of us
Finished speaking
Kept our eyes closed
Wanting to listen
More and more
I asked her
How it is possible?
It was her turn to
Explain it to me
Dear friend
All what happened
Is called
Romance of the souls
My soul
Was romancing
With yours
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Felt Inside, Known And Not Hiding

Wholesome expressions delivered,
May be great to hear from podiums raised...
By those speaking from prepared speeches.
To have those listening needing a boost,
With a lifting done coming from roaring cheers.

There is a truth that is lived,
And inescapable it is.
For those who know it is not in disguise,
To eliminate or compromise...
What is felt inside, known and not hiding.

A truth that is lived,
Isn't waiting for the next speech heard.
Or standing in line,
To select from a multitude of choices offered.
A truth lived and once picked becomes one's commitment.

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Not Trying To Sell This

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.

Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!

I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.

That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honestly speaking

Honestly speaking
~
You can say what you like
To myself or the bus driver
To the man in the shop
I doubt he even cares
But honestly speaking
Where honesty’s concerned
You need to speak to yourself
Clear and forthright
You can’t hide behind a lie
It will haunt you
That secret truth you denied
To yourself and to others
It’s inescapable
So speak up and be open
Be honest at least to yourself
If not me, the next man
Or the one after him
It’s yourself, it’s you
You will always know
And knowing is hard work
So being honest, honestly
You can say what you like
As long as you’re true
To you and yourself
In the very end

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Listening To My Father's Wishes

Never will I accept or believe,
A truth that keeps fear within reach...
Is a reality I will choose to live.
To feel hunted with a haunting,
As if I am a fugitive.

Nor will I find it my duty to seek a weekly dosage...
Of a forgiveness bestowed if I followed on a path,
That releases me of guilt if I professed sins committed.
To feel free again to repeat,
The moment a new week begins.

But I do and will acknowledge,
A gift of life I have been given.

And if I live my life in the making of mistakes...
The Creator who has made it all possible,
Will know immediately how to correct my efforts.
With a direct affecting in my heart to make known,
The path that I travel is not journeyed alone!

If I feared with tears and those obstacles that appear,
What progress will I make to appreciate this experience?
Listening to my Creator's wishes,
Is all I need to condone to live a life my Crerator owns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tales of Those Now Listening

Folks now gone.
With advice given ignored but shared...
Surfacing upon once deaf ears,
Suddenly heard...
As if from no where!

Those maturing with a wisdom,
Brought upon by age and reflecting...
Leave some to ask,
'Mama 'why' did I not listen then?
Daddy, we had our differences...
But what you tried to express,
I confess...
Seemed so old fashion and useless.
And when the two of you restricted me,
From doing things that would bring harm...
I thought my world would end.'

And the tales of those now listening...
Are as old although they remain ever so fresh.
And the listening somehow is heard,
Clearer now than it has ever been.
Some are spoken to their hard headed children.
With a hope 'something' learned,
Will sink into their thick and disrespecting skins.

But these tales of those now listening,
And delivered...
Seem to breathe new life,
As each generation applies an innovative affliction.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You Listening

Are you listening to my words
When I say them
Do you hear me when I need you most
Sometimes I feel like you not listening

Are you deaf?
Am i not speaking clear?
If I clear my throat and speak louder
Are you listening to me

Do you hear the words from my mouth
Is my voice to low?
Maybe if I speak louder maybe even scream it
Are you listening

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The Sentinel

Another night begins and thoughts run riot, memories,
the shadow land called the past. Useless, experiences
have to be lived in the now, no room for reflection when
it happens. We have to live in our mistakes, when we
thought we were right. As night end and morning begins
I will reflect, when the sun comes over the Spanish hill.
But my distress is total the night will not leave its terror,
and the past seems like a better place.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Prime Commandment

Of Murder, Manslaughter, Homicide! Oh! Such is this a Crime.
The three whilst so common are often much confused.
Murder is planned, intentional, real and with life, on the line.
With which DARK evil forces take hand in hand.
Manslaughter, whilst wicked is unplanned or premeditated.
Or so it is oft pleaded and said anyway.
Manslaughter, Murder, Homicide, ? The saddest of all fates.
Best avoided, if one is to reach an old age?
Learn? Homicide chiefly occurs in a Murder!

………………………………………………………….

Manslaught er, a soft cloak for Murder sublime.
In self-defence Murder can be culpable.
Most Cops and Crime victims from time to time agree.
Justifiable, some say, in preventing atrocious crime.
But! No one has a just cause to Murder.
Life of a King, President, Fly or a Bum is still precious.
To Kill, should not form any part of Life’s plan.
Make just natural life wastage healthy reason to develop.
May those a hawking DEATH rot forever in their HELL! -------------------

The Thousandth Man 12th December 2007

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If You Have The Nerve To Listen

If you have come to believe,
Someone can actually be blamed...
For your pitiful life lived?
Look in the mirror!
Add that person to your list as well.

If you want to accuse anyone,
For failures you feel?
Point your finger at everyone,
Who tolerated listening to your nonsense...
As they allowed you to get away with this!

A dead end just doesn't happen.
An accident in the making,
Has had several eyes withnessing it.
A mind condoned to drift into foolishness...
Had been nurtured to follow,
A path one sought with assistance directed.

If you have come to believe,
Someone can actually be blamed...
For your pitiful life lived?
Look in the mirror!
Add that person to your list as well.
And if you have the nerve to listen,
To yourself tell you where to go?
Pay attention!
It may be the beginning for you,
To the doing of 'something' about it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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