I Am Not Ready Yet
I'm sorry.
I misunderstood your question.
I thought you asked,
If I am still embittered
And feeling animosity towards those
Who slander me and made attempts
To destroy my life
Because they objected to my creative expressions.
And tried to limit them by lieing
With an assortment of other devices used
To embarrass my family and associates to shame!
'You quoted me almost verbatim!
That's exactly what I asked.
Do you feel more at peace now?
Since it has been many years.'
Does my appearance before you,
In a strait jacket with my psychaitrist
And armed security guards give you any hints?
I am LIVID!
SEETHING!
However...
My most recent prognosis shows,
I am making tremendous success to retreive full sanity.
'So there has been a forgiving of sorts?
And you have a renewed outlook,
Regarding those who made such blinded attacks...
On your creativity and your approach to this expression? '
Oh...
You have no idea how I have developed the taste,
To express my total and complete understanding of their deeds.
I have learned so many things about the human mind.
Its function.
And what parts of the body services other areas.
'What do you mean by that? '
I've developed a patience I never knew I had.
And can not wait until I am released.
I wish to share my new and innovative ways...
To create fulfillment.
'Yours'
Whose?
The public? '
Let's just say...
I have been anticipating a satisfying outcome.
One that will motivate my skills.
And I love drama that thrills and excites.
'Uh...
No offense.
But,
Your comments are a bit threatening.
It's as if I can feel your hands around my throat.'
Damn...
You're kidding!
Thank you.
I'll have to work on that.
Because they are not suppose to be there at all.
Are you sure?
I guess I am not ready yet.
I still have more rehabilitation to do!
My new routines have yet to be perfected.
I'm developing something 'fresh' for my 'fans'.
Please take me back to my cell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing What I Do For Too Long
Keep 'this' in mind.
I don't 'have' to express an opinion,
When asked.
I 'select' to give one.
Realizing this...
I don't have to give any at all.
And if I should elect to express it...
I am giving it to the one who asked!
Who they should share it with is their business.
That is 'why' I keep my opinions,
To a limit.
And embellishments done to my statements,
Are obvious for the creative exaggerations made.
I've been doing what I do for too long,
Not to recognize those who plagiarize!
And those who 'ask' for answers to questions...
Just for the purpose to initiate conflict!
They are the ones quick to disagree,
To any response I may give.
And this 'before' I give it,
Is known!
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
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There Is Something About Having Peace
Everywhere I have been,
To travel and/or live.
I made it my choice,
To meet and share with different people.
I've been creative all my life.
And nothing about it is a mystery.
With an experiencing of it done,
On various stages.
Under spotlight.
And alone emotionally.
And today I can say,
I would have to think hard...
To express regret.
Every breath of life I have been given,
I am thankful to feel so blessed.
For anyone to recommend,
Or to me suggest...
What it is I should do with my time,
Have no idea...
The joy I have with peace of mind.
And that peace of mind is mine to define.
With a seeking I do not do,
To anyone to explain what I have gone through...
With a welcoming of it to keep.
And prepared to defend it,
From nosey busy bodies if I have to!
I wasn't born yesterday,
With a searching for compatible companionship.
Or sharing my life in an argumentative relationship.
Trust me...
I have donated.
And my charity work has been done.
There is something about having peace...
With a quietness on a daily basis released,
That I have learned to love and appreciate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain
I am in pain so dejected,
In raging mood and feel rejected,
Why all my work so objected?
When it has in no way connected?
I love, wonder and care,
Never ask who is he and from where,
Do whatever is in my control,
Though I not in anybody’s pay roll,
Always put self behind and think,
Weep with emotions and sink,
Kind to other’s sorrow and not blink,
Their tears wipe out my feeling in ink,
Almost ready for certain collapse,
Never an opportunity miss or lapse,
Put my whole heart and share the grief,
Even my association with them brief,
I did not go for fame and money,
Never had I jumped on tree like monkey,
Still people made me fool and donkey,
Thought I knew success lies with the key,
I reel under pain and cry,
All good work but bad name why?
Do they not feel shame and shy?
Or it should be taken as mere imply.
I wanted little satisfaction and joy,
All took me fool and tact’s employ,
So I think its all finish and over,
People only search shelter and cover,
No need to go for full drive,
They need more and only connive,
Their lust and greed never end,
More and more even if you send,
So I am in pain and feel sad,
Never in life had I felt so bad,
Not even at the word’s of dad,
But feel let down by my lad,
I feel like to withdraw,
Never a line parallel I draw,
Continue to work as resolved,
Even if problems not solved
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The Consultation
‘How are you feeling in general? ’ he asked.
‘Pretty good most of the time then I get these occasional black periods when nothing makes sense and I fear the worst’ I replied.
‘Hmm, any suicidal thoughts? ’ he asked thoughtfully as if embarrassed to ask the question.
I thought for a moment.
‘Well, not really. No, not really’ was all I could say.
He made some notes at this point.
‘And those times of feeling good’ he asked ‘what are they like? ’
‘Like the sun is shining and I feel on top of the world’.
‘But there’s no real reason for that? ’ he asked ‘you just feel good and that’s it? ’
‘Yeah’ I replied.
‘What about your libido? ’ he asked as if enquiring what brand of beer I liked.
‘Funnily that’s pretty good’ I said smiling.
He frowned.
‘Is there any guilt that you feel? ’ he probed.
‘Do you feel guilty when you feel good or see others around you far less well off than you are? ’
‘I guess I do. I feel bad that I can’t feel that good all the time and also sad for those worse than me’.
‘But not real guilt? ’
‘No. Not really’.
‘So you feel bad at times but not guilty? ’
‘Guess not’
‘Do you ever feel bad about not feeling guilty? ’
He knew I was lost at this point and changed tack.
‘When did you last masturbate? ’ he threw in.
‘Can’t remember’ I said startled.
He made some notes.
‘So, you feel guilty about masturbation? ’ he continued.
‘No, not at all’.
‘But you don’t remember when you last did it? ’ he said with a manner of distaste and disbelief.
‘Not really’.
At this point I did not know where all this was going.
‘Do you go to church? ’ he asked.
‘No’
‘Why not? ’
‘Can’t see the point’
‘So why are you here? ’
At this point the confessional ended.
I had been diagnosed as not having enough guilt or grief or angst to be normal and no further help or counselling could be offered.
But, at long last, I felt truly guilty.
So, perhaps, I will find redemption one day.
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I Was Made To Feel Different In My Younger Years
I remember sitting in the corners of shadows.
Wishing to be invisible,
After making attempts to disappear.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
My voice was deep at the age of twelve.
And my knees knocked.
I was aware I walked pigeon toed.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
People were quick to critique me then.
When they would laugh at me.
I laughed right back at them to hide and cry alone.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
I grew wiser before I aged.
And years it would take for me to learn to forgive.
But I did with a doing successfully.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Perceptive, empathetic and sometimes distant.
Removed from anguish I knew others felt.
Yet today I might sit with periodic embitterness.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
I've learned to use my talents and gifts,
To lift me beyond any loneliness that visited.
And with slow and painful steps I grew to improve.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
And when I self examine to reflect...
So happy I am to have held on to my patience,
With a giving to others a respect regardless...
If little of it was shown to me,
When I was growing to bloom.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Hungering then to be accepted.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Hungering then not to be neglected.
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Not Afraid to Yell for Help
Who and what I am...
I am.
I have not spent my life,
Being anyone else.
Except when in the role of 'acting'.
And once I studied to do that well...
It was suspected I was doing that,
ALL the time.
Especially by those who knew nothing,
About that field of my creative endeavors.
Who and what I am...
I am.
Inquisitive and observant.
Empathetic but not too emotional.
My sister Mim and my mom,
Were the only ones who ever saw me cry.
And they are Virgos!
That's all I am saying about that!
I just know it has been my experience,
To observe the 'workings' of Virgos.
Oh, they can work up those emotions.
And be very dramatic about it!
And those two 'emoted' me for thrills,
With their no nonsense approach.
I guess!
Whatever they do...
It works. For me, anyway.
I hold them responsible for any success,
I've achieved.
And...
They have 'high' standards.
I've been blessed,
To have had some great teachers in my life.
Plus,
I 'had' this innocent, inexperienced presence.
So that too attracted unsolicited 'teachings'.
Of all kinds.
God knows better than I,
How He does what gets done.
I just obey!
Well...
I make attempts.
And as long as I know God has my back...
Attempts will be made to test fresh waters.
And I am not afraid to yell for 'help',
If I get into something that is going to be too deep!
Or over my head.
Walking in faith,
Allows the 'what' and 'how' of the 'who' I am...
Be 'me'.
And with all of that going on?
I am spoiled and quite stubborn.
I don't buy into that...
'It's either my way or the highway' BS either.
I've walked many a road,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Is It In 3-D?
I think you misunderstood my comments.
I am happy for you.
I really am.
To have discovered a film that traces your family tree,
Back in time for hundreds of years...
Is indeed remarkable.
And...
You say it is authentic?
Right?
All I asked you...
Was to reconsider 'how' it was found.
Why is it in 3-D?
And the composer is listed as John Williams.
Don't you think there is 'something' unusual about this?
That is all I asked.
I did not mean to upset you.
Nor have you believe,
I question the length of time your family has been here...
Living,
As you put it...
On the 'downlow'.
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Vendettas
After attracting my attention,
Then using tactics to slander me...
With the aid of my friends and family.
And upgrading degrading techniques,
Of perfected backstabbing skills you inflicted.
You now say you have learned your lessons?
I am quite curious! ?
How did you think I felt...
And where did you think I was,
As you practice your vendettas?
Sipping lemonade as you paraded
Your dislike for me?
There is not a cheek on me I'm turning.
I did not go to that school.
You chose me because you thought I was a fool.
To use and abuse...
Thinking that was cool!
I'm choosing you for purposes to humiliate!
There is quite a difference in my approach!
You say you 'now' have found God?
I think that's great!
You see,
God and I have been buddies for years!
He asked what I thought of you a long time ago!
I said nothing.
That gave Him a clue...
To do what He wanted to do to you!
I am just going to watch.
Since God told me to keep silent in prayer,
And HE would ensure all my prayers would be answered!
While you were doing those things to me...
God has had His eye on you.
And I am sure whatever He decides to do,
Will meet with my satisfaction!
Petty distractions...
I let God handle from now on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How It Feels to be 61
I was asked how it feels to be 61?
As if I was an exhibit.
Lost...
And finding my way back to a museum.
I didn't know whether to say I still felt like a human being.
Nothing about that has changed!
Was I being made to feel paranoid?
How could I avoid that 'look' if it was seen?
'I feel great!
I have never been this age before.
So the experience is new to me.
I can better respond to that,
When I turn 62! '
Sixty-two? SIXTY-TWO? ? ?
Seriously.
I never think of aging until someone brings it up.
When I am with my nephew and niece and their children,
We all have a lot of fun.
Now my brother-in-law and sister see them more than I do.
Maybe that is the reason they are less hesitant,
To jump around and giggle with them.
AL and my sister Mim look as if they have giggled out!
With expressions that beg for vacations.
I tell them all the time just how blessed they are!
'Yeah, we're smothered in our fortunes! '
I can just imagine!
Ahhh...to be 61!
God knows what He is doing.
Because I know if I had children...
They way these children are today?
I'd be sitting up in a prison.
Or strait jacketed in a pad locked cell!
I was extremely sad when my son Michael passed.
Many years ago!
But I can say I am rather glad...
Mimmie and AL had the task,
Of raising some wonderful children!
'Yes...
We are so blessed.
Aren't we AL? '
My sister Mimmie gives these looks,
That are so very funny!
I can look at them all and leave!
That's how it feels to be 61!
Kiss them all and leave with them my love.
And take some with me.
To a place where I have quiet and peace.
'Thank you, God! '
I was asked how it feels to be 61?
As if I was an exhibit.
Lost...
And finding my way back to a museum.
I didn't know whether to say I still felt like a human being.
Nothing about that has changed!
Was I being made to feel paranoid?
How could I avoid that 'look' if it was seen?
'How do I feel?
Great.
I had a wonderful workout with my great niece Kamara...
And my great nephew, Kevin...her brother!
I feel wonderful.
I go for my next workout sometime next month!
But I will take twice that time to rest...
In the quietness of my home! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Shut Down, Turn Off and Ignore
The last time someone said to me,
I couldn't do what I enjoyed in my own hometown.
That I would have to leave to find peace of mind.
With a creative outlook I had that sought activity.
If I wished to witness success believed.
Well...
That I achieved!
And it seems so many years ago.
In a place I was told I should leave and go!
Today...
As I think of those who said,
I had to go away...
To realize those dreams I had in my head.
I think of how embarrassing it must be to feel,
To discourage someone who reveals a determination...
That proves doubters only motivate,
The whims of procrastinators.
And my mama always said to me...
'I know you aint paying me no attention,
Pretending to be listening.'
And my mama was so right.
I've developed when to shut down, turn off and ignore.
Not out of disrespect.
But rather to protect my own survival and footsteps.
Some folks are inspired by deadends.
And I must admit,
The challenge of them and what they present...
Inspires me to remove obstacles.
And I have never been able to explain that to anyone.
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The Question
Joy flows through my heart
As I think of the one question that put the grin on my face
As I think of how this will start
And as I feel my mind being covered in this happy lace
I think of the feeling I got when you asked me
When you asked me to be yours
I think of it and smile as so you can see
I feel my heart becoming full
I feel my mind screaming with joy
For now my life won’t be dull
As I think of how I can say “that’s my boy”
I remember the light that you put into my eyes
When I think of the feeling of love
I rember how I have entered the bliss and left the demise
And how my feelings rise above
I hear your name and now I can say “he’s mine”
And I can tell people how I feel
When someone asks how I am I can see more than fine
The love for you in my heart no one can steal
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An idle mind
It is said”Idle mind is devil’s workshop”
You may go on thinking non-stop
It may travel across the globe
Unnecessary thoughts may engulf and make the probe
Any move made in haste results into flop show
You may feel like to take revenge and take vow
It is human tendency to think and adopt
To go in for quick results by showing action very prompt
How many things we would want to execute
We will be offering explanation for the charges to refute
It may go making futile search
There may be no body to come to your rescue and teach
No amount of arguments may satisfy you
You will not find any reason through
It will drag you for many more hours
You will be hitting sixes and fours
You should occupied with work always
In the long run it definitely pays
You may have set backs in your course
It may be momentary of course
You may suffer not because of your efforts
There may be many reasons for not making rapports
It doesn’t mean you lack expertise
You have everything but fail to rise
It may make you sad
You may also feel very bad
It is not the way to feel about
You must brace and face the rout
The success is bound to take place
It is human approach and common race
Everybody must try and attain
Digest the success and failure to contain
Things may move on swiftly as far as possible
The success must be cashed on as it is convertible
It may follow one after another
It may make you happy so need not bother
You may plan in your leisure
You may enjoy it with pleasure
It has nothing to do with success or failure
You are confident to win it for sure
Do everything whatever you want
Don’t curb your wishes if you can’t
Try and make attempts often and often
He may come to you’re your rescue and listen
Don’t leave everything to luck and fate
It may come sometimes very late
Possibly time is not ripe yet
Wait for it and afford the opportunity to let
We may think endlessly without any conclusion
It adds to uncertainty and confusion
It may lead us nowhere but to downfall
We may not be in position to respond to a call
Thin of it earnestly but not in air
It may not be worthwhile or fair
Success may be there but require tremendous work
All you should do is to think of it and not shirk
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
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You...Are The Coming
'Several years ago,
You approached us and made...
What we thought then,
Were some very outlandish comments...
About our society and the state of affairs.'
Those times are behind me now.
From valleys to hilltops...
I have learned I must adopt a fresh point of view.
'Great.
Great!
Today we are here to say,
We've come to value any vision you'd like to share.
Your insight is most rare.
And we anticipate what you envision.'
I am deeply moved.
And extremely humbled.
What is it you wish?
'Please share with us,
Your most deep felt candid feelings.
We promise not to slander you,
Or drag your name through the mud...
As was done with such glee in the past.
This is all we ask.
Repeat those words.
To allow them in our memories to last.'
Sure!
Zip pee dee doo dah.
'Yes! '
Zip zippy dee day.
'Yes. Yes...oh yes!
Say it, brother.'
My Ohio...
Or,
You could say...
My oh My oh!
Whatever...
What a glorious day.
'You have the 'vision'.
We knew it.
You...are The Coming!
No need to continue.
How did we ever come to doubt,
Your brilliance? '
Are you folks okay?
I've been saying this for years.
It's from a mov...
'YES! This we know.
But it just dawned on us,
The hidden depths of your meaning.'
1946...
Song of the South.
It's a Dis...
'You're not getting away from us this time.
We know who you are! '
Please. Please...
Allow me the option to be nuts!
Please. Please ignore me.
I've had total peace for quite some time.
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As They Lay Me In The Ground
Every day brings me more pain,
I just pray there's no tomorrow,
My life is truly inhumane,
It's filled with grief and sorrow.
I used to be a normal guy,
Quite happy with my lot,
Family, friends no need to lie,
My life just couldn't be bought.
Then I thought, this can't be right,
There's more to life than this,
What I was missing was out of sight,
So I tried some cannabis.
It made me feel relaxed and cool,
Then I mixed it with some drink,
I never knew I could be so cruel,
But I refused to see the link.
I progressed on to stronger drugs,
They made me feel immune,
The warning signs are just for mugs,
I won't stop anytime soon.
I then lost my family and my friends,
How dare they interfere?
As into farce my life descends,
To me it's still unclear.
My legs are full of holes and sore,
I've no veins left to inject,
My body's rotten to the core,
Yet my fix I must collect.
I have no money to buy my kit,
No family from which I can steal,
I'd give my life for another hit,
I need cash for one more deal.
Addiction is an abject curse,
You imagine it gives you joy.
When you think things can't get worse,
Your spirit it will then destroy.
Your mind and body then give in,
You can no longer cope,
You're in a battle you can never win,
It's then you give up hope.
I've caused those close to me untold grief,
A fact I refused to see,
My leaving will bring them scant relief,
But I need to set myself free.
My will to live has disappeared,
At last my peace I've found,
The chaos in my life has cleared,
‘' As They Lay Me In The Ground ‘'
That Is 'Your' Outlet and Creativity
You complain about your life!
And you do it as if it is on canvas.
Every stroke you make,
You wish to acknowledge.
With an attention returned.
That is 'your' outlet and creativity.
Me...
I acknowledge I am blessed to write.
With a like I love!
And an appreciation for my life!
I can not get enough of it.
I don't want to nibble.
I am going to take a tremendous bite!
And you...?
Well,
You have perfected what you do best!
And I do not mind correcting my imperfections.
As public as they are made.
And you...?
Well,
You enjoy expressing your ailments.
And you make them come alive with much reality!
My approach is a bit more subtle.
But hopefully,
Just as effective!
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I Found Myself
(5/28/12)
I found myself all alone and not one heart had I ever known
For my heart had turned to stone.
I thought that everything in life I would achieve if
I depended solely on me.
That I would need no family or friends
Because I'd reach my goal in the end.
My thought was that when you depend on someone else
They would always hinder you, to a point you wouldn't
Know just what to do.
I did not want love to kick me in the tail
And then with my goals I would fail.
I did not want these so called friends
Who would turn their backs in the end.
I used every excuse that I could find
Till my heart had become cold and blind.
Then I met a woman who was the same as me
Ruthless, uncaring and cold, she was twenty five
Years of age, and on her -life turned the page.
I looked at her and what I saw -was a mirror of me
Because I closed all doors.
I was really turning my back on all of life
And all that life could give
by closing up my heart and not learning to live.
I found my self questioning all my decisions
That I had made, and if people hated me
Then I was to blame.
I knew right then that I would have to change my ways
And the way that I did think, and still get everything.
I asked forgiveness from family and friends
And if they would support me once again.
They all smiled and gave me a hug and a kiss
Which was something that I had missed
Now I found myself with a new outlook on life
And things are now twice as nice.
SMILE! Things could be so much worse.
poem by Louis Rams
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Explosion
Such a notion could create a catastrophic explosion. be very careful with the next word you speak. I'm already full of so much emotion. the outcome could be bleak. If that's what you seek, by all means please. I got the cure for your disease. Another victim of society. The fallen one. The forgotten son. Bye, bye your already done. Welcome to your worst nightmare. Your mine, its time. An apocalyptic sense of self satisfaction. For with complete control. I take hold of your very soul. I eat it so slow. torture is the all i know. Go ahead ask for mercy, see if you get it. Do i look like the forgiving type. Guess I'm not a sucker you stupid slimy mother f*cker. Keeping digging the hole i will put you in. Buried alive, wonder how long you can survive. think I'm crazy, well just maybe i am. be careful for such notions could create a catastrophic explosion. You asked, and now i shall answer. Erase every ounce of devotion. Let my eyes go black. hate can't even begin to describe it. I'll twist your back. A slight suffocation with a plastic bag. death is the outcome. the how is my tool. its at my discression. do i want a soul searching confession? do i want to teach you lesson? or make it quick? you just don't get it. don't mess with those who are psychotic. So you better just watch it. that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. Go ahead make your retreat. lets see if you have quick feet. should i give chase? should i embrace your fear. make you really disappear. it so god damn scary when i'm near. i am as you say. don't you think? I remember those words that slipped off you tongue. think i'll just sit back and take it. well that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. oh the fires intensity. bringing down your whole sense of reality. whose the victim. Whose the prey. How does it feel, tell me how does it feel?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Am Tested...Yes!
For whatever the reasons,
Those feelings felt inside me...
Are there and deeply understood.
I bring them to the surface to expose.
As if a necessity.
As if this is a conscious mission,
I have chosen to do better than just good.
For whatever the reasons,
My expressions connect...
I am commanded by an ability,
To ensure what is said is done at my best.
I may upset some and others I may inspire.
A writer of honesty I am.
I don't have developed skills to be a liar.
Inquisitive with a curiosity,
Sometimes my visions take me to the edge.
I only pledge to be who it is I am.
I don't seek to be impressive...
Yet,
I am told I impress with the words I express.
And on a daily basis I am tested...yes!
Dedicated to:
Ms Kajari Laskar
India
'Thank you for your comments, Kajari.
You have made me feel extremely blessed,
And gratefully honored.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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