I Have Given That Some Consideration
Am I trying to win friends?
And influence people?
That depends on the day of the week.
My attitude and mood.
Patience.
And if I am willing to sit through,
Conversations with those whose minds...
Are stuck in times that have long gone.
But,
I have given that some consideration...
Whenever my medication,
Has been filled from a new prescription.
And I can afford to carry extra dosages with me,
Quickly to calm me down.
When I sense a clown is around...
Seeking to be humorous.
And I am not feeling jovial.
And...
If I happen to be traveling through,
A neighborhood that has been totally renovated.
That's the key.
I need to be exposed to a freshness.
And scenes not 'yet' littered with garbage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A 'Not' Understanding Mood
What position do I hold?
Well...
That depends on the condition,
Of my sentiments.
The day of the week.
And the direction in which my attitude,
Is forced to take a shift.
It is impossible to remain in a good mood,
These days.
And...
In a good mood I am going to stay.
'No.
You have misunderstood me.
I refer to the position you hold,
As to how you rate yourself.
You know...
On a scale from one to ten? '
Oh!
You are right.
I did misunderstand you.
Well...
That depends on the condition,
Of my sentiments.
The day of the week.
And the direction in which my attitude,
Is forced to take a shift.
It is impossible to remain in a good mood,
These days.
And...
In a good mood I am going to stay.
'So...
The position you hold is pretty much a fixed on? '
Did I not say,
I 'did' misunderstand you?
'Yes.
Yes you did.'
Well,
To save you time and not to waste mine.
I just happen to be...
In a 'not' understanding mood.
You see those people over there?
'Yes.
They will fake anything you wish.
And make attempts to impress you too.
Don't take my word for it.
They will have you believe,
They are the cream of the crop.
You should have worn your boots.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traveling Backwards
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck
I am dcf committed and stuck.
I don't what to do i am stuck.
I am alone in home with strangers.
I am unaware of any upcomming dangers.
I don't have a family to rely on.
I can only trust my mom.
I have been spit on and put down so many times.
I had swollen eyes from all the times i cried.
I am somewhere I don't want be.
I don't want people feeling sorry for me.
I am struggling to make it through.
I think of all the things I wish I could do.
I wish I could let people hear my voice.
Cause when I sing its an extraordinary and beautiful noise.
I wish I could meet my idol Gerard Arthur Way.
I know its bound to happen someday.
I am stuck wondering why.
why my father died.
I know people have it worst than me.
Thats why i try to be happy.
I am stuck and don't what to do.
I am stuck how about you.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Choice
People carry so much hate in their hearts
It is like, they are filled with venom
Never did I try to actually hurt them
Hate, they are filled with.
My silence often everyone interprets as my weakness
They think they can just dominate me in the manner they desire
However, that is certainly not true
As I choose to be silent and calm because it is my choice
It is a choice which I have made, in order to live happily
Messing up with others is not what I do want
I just wish that things forever remain calm
Never, do I want to harm anyone, even with words
My choice is love, rest depends upon you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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In That Mood To Pursue
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant but more...
Determinance.
Like a man standing in defense...
Of what I have now with confidence.
And no one's gona try to say I make no sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant,
With a meaning intent.
And a mind tracked on common sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I feel there's nothing now that I can't do.
I'm in that mood,
For me.
No one has to agree.
I'm up,
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I said I'm up...
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove,
To you or nobody in that groove...
Who aint got it goin' and movin'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maybe Not Today But When That Medication Fades
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to get so mad and doubt it.
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay.
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to feel so mad and doubt it!
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay!
Right now,
I'm a little proactive than the rest.
Right now,
When I walk outside I'm there to exercise...
With a steadied pacing of determined steps.
And right now chronologically,
Nobody's getting younger.
And even those stunning....
Will see a Sunset,
On their youthfulness.
And an aging seems to creep up on the 'stunning ones'.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
They wish to run through life as if it's nothing BUT fun.
Maybe another day they will wish they didn't...
When that medication fades.
Putting off tomorrow what today should be done!
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will someday gratefully pray.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to get so mad and doubt it.
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay.
And an aging seems to creep up on the 'stunning ones'.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
They wish to run through life as if it's nothing BUT fun.
To leave everything around them undone!
And they will someday gratefully pray.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will someday rest and not have hourly played!
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will learn to disobey doesn't really pay.
To wake up in resentment with time gone and spent! !
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
And they will learn one day to disobey doesn't pay.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
To wake up in resentment with time gone and spent! !
And this is a waste nobody has to witness!
But...
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
But...
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
But...
Maybe not today but when that medication fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here's a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don't know anybody First, take out the garbage. Then go around and collect any extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled-up napkin, and take that out too. Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy garbage guy.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Many Thanks
Thanks for new friends
Thanks for new neighbors
Thanks for sweet and honest smile
Thanks for a gentleman who give
an old woman his seat on a bus
Thanks for a gentleman who is not angry
when a bus block your car
Thanks for people who is not throw away
your garbage at any place
Thanks for keep your neighborhood with green view
Thanks for stay on the line
Thanks for your patience to wait the transformation
of this world become a Paradise for everyone
It is amazing that people who think we cannot afford to pay for doctors, hospitals, and medication somehow think that we can afford to pay for doctors, hospitals, medication and a government bureaucracy to administer it.
quote by Thomas Sowell
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Renovated Much Too Late
Redone.
Refurbished,
And...
Renovated much too late.
Although...
Updated are amenities.
But...
There is something that will never please,
A mind re-arranged.
And...
Enlightened by the changes,
Of the times.
Redone.
Refurbished,
And...
Renovated much too late.
Although...
Updated are amenities.
But...
There is something that will never please,
A mind re-arranged.
And...
Enlightened by the changes,
Of the times.
And when times have changed,
Many leave what 'was' behind.
No matter who wishes to have it redesigned.
Since when times change,
Many seek a freshness to find.
Leaving what 'was' that could have been left behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maintain Consciousness
Our concentration it contains a deadly flaw
Our conversations change from words to blah, blah, blah
We took prescription drugs but look how much good that did
Well I think I had a point, but I just got distracted
Lately it just seems to me
Like we've got the letters A.D.D.
Branded into our mentality
We simply can't focus on anything
Because its
17, 18, 19 routine
And here at 23 it's the same old me
And that one thing of the moment
That we all happen to like will
Only very temporarily
Kinda break the cycle
Of the double edged sword
Of being lazy and being bored
We just want more and more and more
Till it's all we can afford
To keep our eyes open for just one more day
To keep on hoping that we'll stumble on a way
To keep our minds open for just one more day
Cause it's completely up to us
To maintain consciousness
Well no one can possibly listen to this
More than 4 reps is just monotonous
We're losing interest, losing interest, losing interest
song performed by by Relient K
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Travelling down memory lane
Traveling down memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Traveling down memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Traveling down memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Traveling down memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Traveling down memory lane
is love & pain, fun with friends.
Traveling down memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Traveling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Traveling down memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
poem by Ralph Acosta
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They Are Not Aware Of That Yet
Respect received,
From a people bleeding...
Of self worth and identity.
Has never been a consideration,
For those who do to get done.
Especially in an atmosphere,
Where those accustomed...
To shun their own integrities,
Have been fed to erase.
Like a thought process expected...
But will never surface to take place.
It is not on their fast food,
Addicted to self abusing menus.
But accusations,
Absent of self examination?
Is not to be questioned to ponder!
Folks like these lack that depth.
And a patience for them to awaken,
Has gone!
But they are not aware of that yet.
Garbage in.
Garbage out.
Until all lights are turned out.
And that is what their lives have been about!
A fear to connected to their own greatness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enactments
Now that their feelings of betrayal...
And being disgruntled,
Have a rawness about it...
They believe there is a commonness,
Left to express those displeasures...
With those historically distressed.
Those they would normally regard as pests!
And that was just...
Yesterday!
With their duress confessed,
During these suppressed times...
They seem to quickly display,
A discomforting selfishness...
They wish would go away,
To unwind and leave behind.
Like keys left with the butler or maid.
If not for temporary and sentimental reasons!
When the times were good for them...
They would not be seen,
Appearing in daylight...
With 'those' disadvantaged on urban streets.
Exposing their faces on such scenes.
And rubbing shoulders,
With these 'underlings' they meet!
'These surroundings?
How gouache.
Tasteless.
And so unbecoming! '
They would have ignored them,
As not being among those blessed!
They would have compared their separateness...
By comparing acquired materialism,
That kept them feeling falsely blessed.
But somehow their current fellowship expressed,
Seems more like a pretentiousness hiding a desperation.
And spreading a shallow attempt,
To solicit empathy from those who can least afford it.
Those who know who 'they' are!
And why they have been kept by 'them' suppressed.
Those things they once had,
No longer provides the escape...
From their insecurities now exposed.
So they have 'chosen' to be amongst the poor.
To uplift a hollowness...
Left from a loneliness of an emptiness felt.
Somehow,
This can not be easily erased.
Or from them now to go ignored.
Or replaced...
As one awaits for delivered luggage,
To leave quickly a bad vacation.
Especially when faces of a different hue...
Reminds them of a racistness they inflicted,
And kept in place to subdue...
In brutal disrespect.
Who knew these times would be so stinging.
Leaving so many unprepared?
To unpack cares and fresh hints of concern.
Now 'they' appear as if in research...
Seeking a way to find a comfort.
One that is not as demeaning as seen,
Or vividly portrayed...
By those who seem professional,
Recreating enactments placed upon them...
To do that poverty 'thing'
Done so well!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attitude
You go down the pub
You wear make up
And old dads trousers
Why dont you tidy up
You talk like a docker but you act like a queer
You drink champagne then complain its too dear
You try so hard not to follow any trends
Then you cry in your beer and say youve got no friends
But is it any wonder that youve got no friends
But its not the make up
Or the way you dress
Its not your appearance, that they all detest
Its not your manners, that you gotta improve
Ooooo--its your attitude.
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Take off your head phones
Hear whats going on
You cant live in a time zone
Youve gotta move on
But before you get there
Theres one thing youve gotta do
Oh change your attitude
Its your attitude
Its your attitude
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
The 80s are here, I know cuz Im staring right at them
But youre still waiting for 1960 to happen
You might have the illness, but youve got the cure
Youve got the answer, you will endure
Youre the only person thats gonna pull you through
Ooh, with your attitude
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
You gotta learn to be positive, its your only chance
You mustnt be so defensive, you gotta join in the dance
But it isnt your dancing that youve gotta improve
Ooh, its your attitude.
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Its all the music
Its all in your brain
Youve used all the old licks
Now its all gotta change.
Change your attitude
Its your attitude
Attitude
song performed by by Kinks
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Nod, Stare and Sit...That's It
When people are wrapped up in themselves,
Listen to their conversations.
And the subject given most attention!
One need not listen too closely to realized...
The topic for today is,
Them!
As it was yesterday and will be next week!
One only needs to imagine this.
Usually they are in constant pain.
Seeking to rid themselves of it.
Or speaking of material wishes to gain.
And when they have finished talking about themselves...
They have an urgency to quickly leave.
'Next stop, please.'
After...
Of course,
They finalize their 'visit'.
By stating how disgusting others are.
'Excuse me.
Can't you see I am trying to get off?
You people have no respect at all! '
You people! Ha...
Those are the ones who refuse,
To give them the time of day!
I wouldn't either...
If I wasn't sitting trapped on a bus.
And pretending to be a deaf mute,
Nodding in agreement...
When people like that begin to move their lips.
I nod, stare and sit...that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Heard Squawking
In the shadows they are
Seeking to use a fading power ignored.
They 'assume' they are not seen.
They are...
But no one cares any longer!
It is known they operate from behind the scenes.
And in times like these...
Their influence has diminished!
They are finished,
And yet...
They can be still heard squawking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Mood
Always been the kind of girl to hold it back,
When you know that you want to;
Someone always had to tell you where its at;
Now you know that you want to.
Somethin in the musics gonna make you move.
Now you know that you want to;
The rhythms gonna put the woman in the mood,
Now you definitely want to.
In the mood, in the mood,
In the groove, in the mood;
Youve got yourselves an attitude.
In the mood, in the mood,
In the groove, in the mood;
Youve got yourself an attitude.
song performed by by Chicago
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Extras
THE CROCUSES in the Square
Lend a winsome touch to the May;
The clouds are vanished away,
The weather is bland and fair;
Now peace seems everywhere.
Hark to the raucous, sullen cries:
“Extra! extra!”—tersely flies
The news, and a great hope mounts, or dies.
About the bulletin-boards
Dark knots of people surge;
Strained faces show, then merge
In the inconspicuous hordes
That yet are the Nation’s lords.
“Extra! extra! Big fight at sea!”
Was the luck with us? Is it victory?
Dear God, they died for you and me!
Meanwhile the crocuses down the street
With heaven’s own patience are calm and sweet.
poem by Richard Francis Burton
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