I Think You Dropped Something
Is it possible to get even more,
Flagrantly fragmented?
Is it?
Is it not clear enough or obvious,
An inconsistency is so prevalent...
Those once hooked and addicted to drugs,
Are now getting their minds much higher...
On what is going on around them,
They are no longer seeking for escapes...
To mentally drift away.
Not today!
They can experience total disbelief,
Without the aid of mental stimulants...
Just by walking along any street,
Urban or suburban...
To see people who are further out of their minds,
Than any narcotic they have 'ever' tripped on.
'Excuse me,
But I think you dropped something.
It looks like a bag of weed.'
~Trust me.
I didn't accidently dropp it.
If you want it,
There it is.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diplomacy
Why is it that you...
And others with your point of view,
Believe it is perfectly okay...
To re-appear as you please,
In the lives of those you have dismissed...
As being too direct with their candid honesty,
While making it an additional excuse for you...
To perceive the spoken truth as evil!
What makes you believe,
You and your unresolved issues...
Are sweetened treats,
You will tease others...
By keeping your headaches away.
Today...
People are living with a higher expectation,
To spend their time with others...
In the search for a higher consciousness.
You can decide to go in and out of hiding,
To protect your immature sensitivities...
For the rest of your life!
You can decide that priding your stubbornness,
Excites others into a frenzied curiousity...
To begin to question your whereabouts.
I wish to leave you with this comment made,
Your desire to keep revisiting a mental debilitating outlook...
Is on you!
And is a view only you and others delighting it explore.
But those who are seeking to open closed doors...
And remove locks from their uptight minds,
Are not trying to find ways to move around in darkness.
Many people today,
Are seeking to remove clouds from their visions.
And you apparently...
Will never see the importance to prioritize,
The connecting of those dots!
And yes,
You have taught me a lot...
About diplomacy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Narrative Today
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
The ones with identity and not in fear,
Of upsetting others with a correct pretentiousness.
I would like to meet those who have minds connected,
To something else besides themselves.
Or flaws and blemishes of others.
Maybe it is my aging process I am dealing with.
I listen more intently to every word not to miss.
And it seems today I overhear many expressing nonsense.
I can not believe these minds are free.
And they have chosen to be empty of thought,
With a seriousness to talk about nothing but materialism...
Sex and drugs and who cheats on who with a doing of it,
Just to use newly advertised lubricants.
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
There 'has' to be other ears and eyes observing this to witness.
And maybe they are like I am...
Looking on from the sidelines but keeping their distance.
And I understand this perfectly.
But it would be nice to have it validated by more who do agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Total Trust.....Lost
This is the story of the total trust
You gave me and I lost
I was a bad thing
I never used to think
More than once I dropped
And you helped me on my feet up
And then again I didn't care
And walked in that very same dark track
You pushed me to show me the light
And that there is a better track
Straight, bright and no one can dropp in it
In front of you I walked in it
But still the dark was what I wished
You saw me walk to the light
You gave me your total trust
You never thought I'll go back to the dark
After I knew that there was light
But too bad I did
You somehow saw me in it
And all the trust you gave me I lost
Because you saw me dropp again
But it was a bigger drop
You told me help yourself out
This time I really regret
But you said to late
You've dropped
And only you can help yourself out
Because if I help you
You'll return back to it
That very dark scary track
And here I'm begging you
To help me out of it
And you'll see me in that light
Never wanting that dark life
Please help me out
And give me Ur forgiveness
After I take Allah's.
poem by Rudy Hossam
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Worthy Of Character Assassination
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
With time to waste.
And seeking someone to help them fake,
Life!
And the living of it irresponsibly!
They seem to be the ones who spent their lives,
Gliding on complaints!
And flying high on innuendo.
Hoping to age faintly.
Without applying chemical restraints.
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
Live with an emptiness on their minds all the time.
And seeking an easy way...
To get their dreams fulfilled.
With very few taking their time...
To positively supply their minds.
Yet...
Finding those who choose to do,
Worthy of character assassination!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addicted
Addicted to your lies
Addicted to my cries
I love to feel the pain
I loved to be insane
Forget about you no longer have me
I am in a visible light of glory
I am no longer caught in your lies
Today I am stronger with all my light
Love is so much more than you will no
Feeling sorry for myself, no this is no more
Walking and feeling sun against my skin
Enjoying your gifts and forgiving my sin..
I never felt a higher high.
I never felt so much inspiration in my life
Today is amazing I look at the beautiful skies
Today is amazing....................
Addicted to your lies
Addicted to my cries
I love to feel the pain
I loved to be insane
But this was Yesterday....................
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was attached to an open womb
I was to attached to an open womb! !
I kinda didn't know my role
I just didn't know how to disconnect my self from an open womb. I can see the hurt, I can see the pain, I thought if I could aid to treat what I see it would've been about his healing process and repositioning his thinking. I was told so many things in thee beginning about ones up bringing, how there mom abused, and misused her children and wasn't the best mom she could've been. He told me she did this, and that! and when I tried to leaned hand to help him he would smack my hand I had to pull it back, but mentally he was drive me insane often. Crying aloud that i need some help! ! ! ! ! But didn't get it he never because of the trust issue that he had to experience and I tried to be there for him as a good friend to help him. But he became so wombed that a band aide became his clothing while he was left up treated, mentally and physically because he was addicted to his experiences.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Personal Gift
When are you really going to say what's on your mind?
'Ive been saying what's on my mind! '
No...
You've been saying what's on 'our' minds.
We just didn't have the nerve to express it!
'Then why did you let me vocalize it so loudly? '
Well...
We wanted to see,
Who would disagree with you.
And if they did...
So would we!
But today we are in total agreement,
With what you have said all along!
Now we wish to know how 'you' really feel!
'Like a complete idiot.
A fool! '
No!
That can't be!
That's what we told 'them' you were.
When we all had jobs.
And our quality of life to protect!
'Excuse me? '
We had to cover our own backs!
But we don't have to do that anymore...
Not since the economic crisis!
And the reality of their deceit.
We were completely tricked by them.
Their calling themselves morons now!
And we and everyone can see that.
It's out in the open!
So tell us...
What's on your mind?
For real.
You can be honest with us...
Now!
You are one of 'us'.
'You don't want to know 'that'!
Trust me!
I wish I had heard this confession earlier.
I would have delivered to you my personal gift.
However...
I have just excremented! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Injection Sites 6 May
It’s obvious we’re going around the bend with injection sites,
Special-interest groups organized and claiming it’s all civil rights,
They claim its harm reduction for those addicted to drugs,
It seems as though they want us to accept these drug addicted thugs?
These sites should be built on a street where the High Court judges live,
Then the quiet suburban area would become much more active,
And the abortion clinics too which were okayed by these judges,
Killing unborn babies but no one is supposed to hold grudges.
There was once a time when ordinary Canadians felt proud,
But now the appointed High Court wants to put us under a cloud,
With drug addicts and pregnant ladies doing their deadly stuff,
Could High Court judges be elected and have we had enough?
May 23rd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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From the Lips
Excuse:
'I didn't want to see them like that.
That is why I didn't come by to see them,
Before they passed away.'
Excuse:
'I know I should have asked you
How you were doing!
But I was told you were doing fine,
And that's why I hadn't called! '
Excuse:
'Even though I know most of our relatives
Attended.
I didn't get an invitation.
My father got one.
I should have received one too! '
Excuse:
'I really didn't tell lies on you and things you did.
I just told them what I heard.
And when I saw you the other day,
You didn't speak to me.
But I didn't tell them you didn't see me...
And what I heard came from someone,
Who hasn't seen you at all! '
These excuses come from the lips,
Of those who will swear they know you!
Everything about you...
And more!
Why they stay amazed,
You would rather keep away from them...
Day and night to remain in peace,
Will not stop a dropp of their gossip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I See Is Neither Wished Nor Wanted
Look around you.
'And...
Your point is,
What? '
Whatever is seen reflected,
Generates from the minds of the people.
All that rhetoric about what is 'wished'.
Is right before your eyes.
IF it was not wanted...
Would it appear so clear?
'What are you saying?
What I see is neither wished nor wanted? '
Listen to the people complaining.
'Then...
Why what I 'see' is so obvious? '
Because you haven't been fantasized,
By delusions.
'Oh.
Oh?
OH?
So...
What I see,
For them does not exist?
Then...
Why is it kept defended? '
You said that!
I didn't.
'Oh.
Oh?
OH? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It Takes To Participate
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scream And Shout
Yeah
All right
Oh yeah
Oh, come on boys
Your lights sheen nothing like sparkles
You look like you're toast
Put you hands up in the air
Treat me like a host
I wonder if you're ready
But I can't hear you breathe
My nerves are not quite steady
But you will only see that
I want more
(I want more)
So give it all
(Give it all)
Scream
Scream and shout
Lose your minds
Let it out
Take me higher
Higher
Higher
Scream and shout
Coats are smaller in this asylum
I can see what's on your minds
Looking for some truth
Is what you really want to find
Cause we are pure escapists
Yes times are getting tough
We just want to rock and roll
We can't get enough
I want more
(I want more)
So give it all
(Give it all)
Scream
Scream and shout
Lose your minds
Let it out
Take me higher
Higher
Higher
Scream and shout
Hahahahahaha!
You see that from the front row
We are shapes of things to come
You're handcuffed to your seat
And there is no place left to run
Your brains are in our power
We ponder as we feed
A healthy dose of metal
And that's all you'll ever need
I want more
(I want more)
So give it all
(Give it all)
Shout to the car
(Shout to the car)
I want it all, yeah
Scream
Scream and shout
Lose your minds
Let it out
Scream
Scream and shout
Lose your minds
Let it out
Out
Out!
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Seven Days A Week And Tweaked
When I filled to the brim,
Knowing my hip hop days were over.
And mentally I had graduated,
To levels with a taking of my life seriously.
Something within me had to address foolishness.
With a leaving behind several people,
Who still today wish to stay in playful arenas.
And can not seem to find,
A structure that defines order in their minds.
To excuse their choices made as having a good time!
Seven days a week and tweaked to celebrated...
Those times lived.
And how they use to be in those old days long gone,
They can not let go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obscene And Obsolete
When a game is fixed,
And there are suspicions of it...
Those minds behind such misdeeds,
Are as outdated as the act perform...
To satisfy those insecure,
Who could not on leveled ground...
With others compete.
Especially if what is done,
Has become obvious and elementary.
Like the shocking of one who expresses,
Cursing and sex is openly today addressed.
And they seek their own comfort zones in disbelief,
To complain what should be censored...
When their perceptions are the ones obscene and obsolete.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tripped With a Ticket
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.
But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where!
Who knew...
People unaware would actually care.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be paying the fare...
For everyone who thought they would be going nowhere.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be the ones prepared,
To shut lips up with a showing they cared.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.
But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.
And those picky people would prevent all of it!
But,
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And do the best they could to get the folks to quit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Mental And Physical Health Reasons
Short term memories manipulated to feed...
Upon long term needs,
With investments made on sand castles...
Can be successfully done.
IF the fad of chasing rainbows,
Remains fashionable...
And,
One stays fantasized within their minds,
With an accepting of a total brainwashing.
And...
A lifetime of nourishing on delusions.
A weeping mouse can dream,
For the taste of cheese.
And for some,
A picture of a steak...
Is better than none.
But one facing reality as it is today,
And has taken the suggestion to do it...
Has been saved from the monitoring,
Of taking an assortment of daily medications.
For mental and physical health reasons.
And this may be difficult to detect,
Since everyone is addicted...
To one myth or another,
That explains the endurance of their aches and pains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Man
Album : Silencer (2001)
You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around almost every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can't be me
I'm convinced you're twice the man we are
And you cannot clear your mind
Cos in our eyes we're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So whats your method, whats your scheme?
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear my mind
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
song performed by by Zed
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