I Accept Apologies
Have I done many things,
That were 'blindly' experimenttal?
Well...
I was not completely blind.
And yes,
I confess to being adventurous.
Do I have regrets,
For doing those things...
That were less socially accepted?
Gee...
You have no idea how I wish,
These questions you ask...
Were from a multiple choice test.
But...
I was born with a creative nature.
And I've done my best to express those interests.
So...
Even though some folks may have been upset,
I have no regrets.
Hopefully a time will come,
When more will welcome that choice to live.
And people will remove their noses,
From cracks and crevices on other folks exposed.
I keep my fingers crossed on that!
'You are direct and bold,
Aren't you? '
What did you expect?
Apologies made with excuses?
'Well...
Yes.
I guess.'
I accept apologies!
But...
Excuses I don't make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Are So Creative
When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.
Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.
And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
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Cut and Separate Quick to Split
There are those who believe themselves chosen,
To hold up the process of one's life.
They are the ones who elect to be understood...
With no comprehension or faith to do things.
Not the way they should be done.
Unless they have a say...
In which way they decide,
What has to be done for them is right.
And something that initiates,
A feeling of false pride.
Even though what gets done,
Is at a time that arrives too late for some.
With an expectation for others they delay...
Should sit and wait with a patience,
That has become frayed.
Strained and frazzled.
Or...
They wish to debate uselessly,
Over that which should have taken place.
And wasting as much time as they can,
To be understood!
'For goodness sake!
I am not the cause for this reaction! '
When folks like this,
Began to flaunt excuses to abuse and disrespect...
Never acknowledge what it is that they do,
Because from you they will determine...
You have become accustomed to their neglect!
And from you expect apologies.
Sever yourself from these kinds of people.
Cut and separate quick to split...
From this addicting BS.
And have none of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon Materialistic Concepts
I can not call my breathing a hobby.
Nor do I relate,
To those who associate creativity...
To a dollar bill.
And there are many like that.
Attached to things.
Disconnected spiritually...
To any talents or gifts,
To them God brings!
When asked how much I 'make'...
I get irate with folks like that.
And those who say they have no time to create...
I know right away,
With them I do not relate.
And those who say they have faith in God...
To only admit,
They do not accept God given talents,
Are their main jobs.
I have limited patience.
Knowing from them,
I can only expect a production of excuses.
Based upon materialistic concepts.
And as I age...
From folks like this,
I wish to keep my distance.
And God kept pleased!
Since He is the only One,
To know where I come from.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Those Who Are the Exception
Do you honestly believe,
That saying things derogatory
About anyone...
Will suddenly be erased,
With a few apologies?
And a forgiveness done that is forgotten?
Let me introduce myself.
Since your approach to life,
Is a little different from mine.
How many things have you done,
That were 'unconsciously' intended?
None?
Me either.
In fact...
I doubt if that is possible.
So often,
Apologies are expected to be accepted!
That's why my approach to life,
Is to snap someone awake...
The moment my toes are stepped on.
And I do my best to inflict similar pain.
This 'turn-the-other-cheek-business'?
I'm just not into.
People know exactly what they do,
When they do it!
Under the influence of alcohol.
Or flying high on weed.
So often,
Apologies are expected to be accepted!
And there are those who are the exception.
They have feelings connected to emotions...
That are at stake.
And mistakes at their expense is not for-give-able!
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With No Regrets That Can Take My Breath
Oh...
I am a fighter!
With a decision made long ago,
How it was I will live my life.
On my terms.
Knowing I would have to sacrifice.
I have had no doubts about it.
And will do what I feel is right,
For me.
With a living of my life to be,
My own.
I've turned away from those things I can't use.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away from anything petty,
To get me fed up and upset.
I've turned away from anything petty.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from those things I can't use.
Oh...
I am a fighter!
And will do what I feel is right,
For me.
I've turned away from anything petty.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from those things I can't use,
To get me fed up and upset.
Oh...
I am a fighter!
And refuse to be fed up and upset!
Oh I know that I am fighter.
And refuse to be fed up and upset!
I refuse to be fed up and upset,
With regrets that can take my breath.
Oh I know that I am a fighter.
With no regrets that can take my breath,
Away.
With no regrets that can take my breath.
With no regrets that can take my breath,
Away.
With no regrets that can take my breath.
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Accept everything about yourself - I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end - no apologies, no regrets.
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Reflecting Upon Regrets
We accept.
Even those rejections,
That come to us unexpected...
We accept.
We all try to do our best.
Very few try hard 'not' to succeed.
It is a quality of human nature...
To do those things to have others pleased.
We seek conquests,
To prove to some...
We are better than the rest.
With an neglecting of common sense...
Ignored!
When our backs are up against a fence.
Or a high brick wall...
We refuse to climb.
Or around it crawl!
We accept.
Even those rejections,
That come to us unexpected...
We accept.
We seek conquests,
To prove to some...
We are better than the rest.
With an neglecting of common sense...
Ignored!
We all try our best.
Very few try hard 'not' to succeed.
It is a quality of human nature...
To do those things to have others pleased.
When our backs are up against a fence.
Or a high brick wall...
We refuse to climb.
Or around it crawl!
We accept.
But never direct our steps,
To move forward with lessons learned.
That has, of yet...
Been a choice to satisfy,
Without reflecting upon regrets!
Since regrets for us are not acceptable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Me It Stays
At this time in my life,
I am not trying to find...
Comfortable allegiances,
With those of similar likes.
And/or dislikes decided.
To find myself eligible,
For lifetime achievement approvals.
To leave hanging in the recesses of my mind.
And for what?
I am not trying to find that type of association.
Some folks are in it for the show and tell!
I'm not into it!
Doing my own thing and minding my business...
I have found most refreshing.
It lessens apologies and confessions.
I've long removed myself,
From that kind of insecure need.
And I have no cravings,
To be a social 'butterfly'.
To either sip or pour tea!
Or prop up my lips...
Ready to whisper fresh gossip!
Those I've appreciated,
Already know what to expect from me.
And we know what time it is!
And those that don't...
Wont!
That's how I live.
Since peace of mind had been found!
To leave me feeling free,
From making excuses for it!
Or adjusting any schedules,
For its appearance.
With me it stays.
That's the agreement made.
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No Regrets
I have no regrets for loving you.
There is nothing different that I would do.
I have no regrets for loving you
for my love has turned into
long time peace that came my way
and ever the chance to have my say
everything that's been on my mind.
Do you have regrets for loving me?
Is there anything different you'd do?
Do you have regrets for loving me
after all that we've been through?
Angry times and foolish words
that sometimes made us sad
gave me all that I needed to know
that things were never that bad.
There are no regrets when you're in love.
The goodness is always there.
There are no regrets that we have found
in this love we share.
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Existing to Please
No longer do I make myself assessible to folks.
I'd find myself rearranging my priorities,
At the dropp of a hat.
Wanting some folks to know,
They were special to me.
Those days are gone.
And so are old agendas!
I've updated my own needs.
And I no longer believe...
I should find myself last,
On a list of important things to get done.
If I don't think I belong at number one...
No one will believe I deserve to be!
The relevancy of my life has been changed!
And I had to act fast and drastically.
Before I found myself just existing to please.
It's not always best,
To make things look easy for the rest.
To 'be' or 'not to be' taken for granted...
Is a choice one makes,
And should not become an expected test!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Released to be Re-Leased
How has the economy affected some people?
It has exposed presumptions,
Of those with turned up noses.
To bring reality into an uncomfortable conflict.
Dropping many folks from an ego A list.
With creative ways...
To interpret their reintroduction back into reality.
But still with the best of snob appeal!
This has become quite upsetting.
For so many enforced to stop lease payments.
As well as claims of having ownership of things.
Now subjected to release...
Those precious 'holdings' found to be re-leased!
'We have decided to use our equity,
In the purchase of can goods, subway tokens...
And bus passes!
This year we are ever so determined,
To regain a more physical stamina.
By shedding those things we do not need.
It was such a heartbreaking decision to make!
But it was either that...
Or put off our training to conquer the Himalayan peaks.'
~Can these folks get any phonier than they are? ~
Of course they can.
It is in their blood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not In Situations Like These
You must accept,
Keeping your eye on them.
Has loyalty and trust,
Completely close up your suspicions?
Has your luck been jeopardized,
By freely tossed flying lies?
And those folks don't know why they despise,
Or don't.
Their genes have them in motion.
Have you ever been introduced,
By resumé and name?
Latest footsteps you've made.
Where they were laid,
And who was impressed?
And quickly you scan over yourself,
To either approve or make excuses,
About how you are dressed.
'I don't usually look a mess! '
You must accept,
Keeping your eye on them.
Has loyalty and trust,
Completely close up your suspicions?
Probably not.
Not in situations like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Game Ready Folks
Game ready folks,
Have a ridiculous response...
For every nonsensical mindless thing done,
They do.
As if strategically placed on paths to annoy,
For reasons to test...
Those taking their lives seriously.
If one listens to excuses that the elders make,
One no longer questions why the younger ones...
Disrespect and have no discipline.
Especially if an increase of immaturity,
Is shown to be expressed by those decades older...
Than elemenatry school aged children.
But a fool kept in practice never seems to wisen.
And the excuses used...
Prove,
One strapped with an enforced handicap...
Will always seek assistance from others,
To undermine another with their charm.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Way Chosen To Travel
Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.
Some folks have it in them,
To be objective.
When a few will intuitively know...
Which action to take,
And which ones to let go.
Some things are better left unspoken.
Or when said...
Should be as if a joke.
Folks are less inclined,
To become provoked...
When approached in a less serious manner.
Curbing conflict with more playful banter.
Then a listening is done with more intent...
When a punchline follows,
That is delivered and meant...
To knock some sense into minds,
Concreted stubbornly in cemented nonsense!
Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.
There is a way to invoke,
What should be heard and spoken.
And that road one wishes not to take alone...
With others one desires to follow,
Convinced and condoning...
That a way chosen to travel,
Was a decisive choice as collectively shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not a One
I don't accept excuses.
None.
Not a one.
Who do I think I am?
One that does not accept excuses.
Not a one.
Given.
Or forced to take on demand!
I don't accept excuses.
None will I take...
To receive.
Since I don't make them.
For you or anyone,
To believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Determined To Live!
is my skin too light, too dark?
my hair too long, too short?
am i too poor, too radical, too passionate?
do i live too hard, love too hard?
do my thoughts and feelings scare you?
too raw, too honest, too prone to make mistakes?
guess what! i'm just a man!
a human being, just like you!
sometimes a train wreck, always a believer,
always ready to get up and try again!
no apologies, no regrets, determined to live!
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Never Together Again
I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
How can you demand,
When I've asked from you something?
I don't think I should command.
Or expect respect.
That should be given.
Of that I do not neglect.
And you expect it?
When you neglect it?
I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
I try to be hospitable.
I don't welcome with attacks.
To bite and then regret.
To greet and meet to leave upset.
I am not like you.
I welcome not condescend.
Nor do I solicit attention,
To be focused on me.
Using that as a forum,
To exploit me on the scene.
I am not like you.
I could never be like that.
But I can be quite indignant,
When I learn I've been scandalized...
Behind my back,
By you.
I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
Bitter.
And unable to forgive.
Baiting to become the center of attention.
And using me as the subject,
Of your sorrows.
I am not you,
But you are just like that.
And that is why you and I,
Have no tomorrows...
To await for apologies to soothe.
With alibis and excuses too.
I am not you,
But you are just like that.
And that is why you and I,
Could never experience another forever,
Ever together,
Again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Happen For Their Reasons
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.
Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.
And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.
Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Years of Growth That Is Done
Caught up in a poisoned mind,
Uptight.
Folks watching other folks watching folks' backs.
Conditioned and disciplined to have their noses,
In someone's business.
And entertained by it with illiterate wishes.
While observing life with an illegitimate social perspective,
And refined by an acceptance of mediocity.
Those with a more adventurous mindset...
Find a wealth of companionships
During nature visits.
And always is nature there patient,
In waiting!
'Not always!
And what you tryin' to say?
A tree got more sense than me? '
A tree wouldn't comprehend that,
From years of growth that is done!
'And what is that suppose to mean? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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