I...Have Been, Reborn
There is nothing like,
Looking at life...
From an adult point of view.
I had no idea,
Becoming accountable...
With responsibilities prioritized,
Would open my eyes so wide.
And even though it had been traumatic,
To free my mind from the ease of making excuses...
I survived to appreciate those mistakes I made.
And today,
Without a doubt...
Prepared on the tip of my tongue,
And composed as an alibi...
I use to fit for lips to come out of my mouth.
I am so proud to say and admit...
I have escape from hiding behind,
Deceit and denial.
I...
Have been,
Reborn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Granting Of An Escape
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.
And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alibi Factory
You did it, cause you want it
Alibi, alibi
And you took it, cause you need it
Alibi, alibi
Chorus:
But if Ive done something wrong
Theres no ifs and buts
cause I love you just as much
As I hate your guts
Alibi, alibi, alibi
You dont need anybody
Alibi, alibi
But you are the only one who knows this
Alibi, alibi
You deserve it, cause youre special
Alibi, alibi
Maybe jesus wants you for a sunbeam
Alibi, alibi
Chorus
Bridge:
Sometimes Im so forgiving ohhhh oh
Everything seems bad to me
But I cant go on living
With this
Alibi, alibi, alibi, alibi
Insane, but Im mundane
Alibi, alibi
You wanted to be famous
Alibi alibi
Sorry that your mummy doesnt love you
Alibi, alibi
Stop me, if youve heard this
Alibi, alibi
Chorus
(at 1999-10-15: chicago, il, arie crown theatre only)
And my mouth said something right
Theres no big surprise
There are soldiers to be killed
But refuse to die
Alibi, alibi, alibi, alibi
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Further Than You
Come to wind, carry it from the sun.
Come to rain, turns up the corners of my mouth.
And I like this wide open view
But Im not looking further than you
Come to stranger, wants to know my name.
Come tomorrow, I still feel the same.
And I like this wide open view
But Im not looking further than you
Oh, on a day like this you can see forever but thats okay.
And I like this wide open view
But Im not looking further than you
Come to moon, floating like a fish.
Come to first star, whod have thought itd come to this.
And I like this wide open view
But Im not looking further than you
And I like this wide open view
But Im not looking further than you
song performed by by Heather Nova
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What About My Image?
But you've graduated from high school.
Why is it that you desire to go back?
'I felt safe in those days.
It was easy for me not to be accountable,
For anything.
And when I blamed someone else for something I did...
At least I could hide my deceit and was believed.
But today...
People are trying to make me responsible,
For my own actions.
And...
I have 'never' done that before!
I'm not use to having fingers pointed at me.'
Well...
You know eventually that is going to happen.
'I know.
I can't even blame 'them' for anything anymore.'
Just be prepared to fix everything you've done.
'Are you kidding?
Be responsible for my own actions?
Be accountable and admit my faults?
But...but...
What about my image? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming Down Hard On Crime
They're coming down hard on crime.
And this you can believe.
All eyes will open wide.
And deceit and thieves,
Will cease to be.
So hold your head erect!
And know this will happen soon.
And sing a happy song.
Knowing we'll soon be crook free!
Come from behind those bushes,
Children.
Come...
Come sing along with me!
The 'boogeyman' is gone.
They're coming down hard on crime.
Sing...
('Coming down hard on crime...')
And this you can believe.
('This we can believe...')
I think you've got it.
All eyes will open wide
('Our eyes are open wide...
And deceit and thieves have ceased to be.')
Very nice!
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES.
('DECEIT and THIEVES')
Together and raise our voices high!
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES...
HAVE CEASED
TO
BE!
Marvelous children!
Wasn't that a 'happy tune'?
NOTE:
Doesn't this remind you of 'something' from...
Let's see...
The Sound of Music?
Yes!
When the hills became alive with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The day i stopped believing
i hate to admit it,
i hate to say it,
that the only why,
i'm the way i am,
is because of me,
i have myself to blame,
i did nothing to change,
only hate what going on,
with my life,
and everything that not right,
but, i put myself in the same spot,
letting life get the best of me,
until somebody open my eyes,
and show me what i'm doing to myself,
only make me realize,
what am i doing?
nothing but throwing away life,
watsing time away,
instead of changing life,
when life is too short to cry,
changes need to be made,
and i'm just sitting here,
making excuses for,
why i can't do,
what my mind want me to do?
mind over body,
RIGHT! !
why don't it seem that easy?
to do what i use to do?
nothing change except,
the day i stopped believing
I CAN DO IT! !
3/26/10
poem by Mona Martinez
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Yet, Undefined But Welcoming
Almost but not quite,
Prepared to leave behind...
All remnants of doubt,
Completely with a clean slate...
For a broadened point of view,
From the hold of familiar darkness.
As shadows one questions but hides behind,
No longer offers an escape.
A developing need seeks to reach,
And stretch with more of life to find.
Almost but not quite,
Convinced that the embrace of light...
Can and will replace those common fears,
One had grown accustomed to taste...
As if craved so available and near.
To examine with a mind beginning to bloom,
To open.
With a wanting of more,
That appears to be free of limitations etched.
Yet, undefined but...welcoming to accept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traces Of Their Tracks Left All Over The Facts
How can anyone conscious of a deed done...
Later admit,
They were not aware of it?
If honest mistakes are declared to be made,
By those who are consciously making them...
Most of the time.
Why are the ones unconscious,
Repeatedly denying...
They are 'not' incompetent.
When they have left traces of their tracks,
Left all over the facts!
And...
Supported they are,
By those who continuously make...
Honest mistakes!
How much of reality is, indeed, faked?
With no one held accountable,
For a quality of life watched fading away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Wants to Admit They Have Been That Foolish
We must stop blaming those,
Who led us to the edge of this cliff.
It is more appropriate,
To hold the ones now...
Desiring to be accountable,
For attempting to climb down safely...
As if those responsible did not exist.
Isn't this the idealistic point of view?
No one wants to admit they have been that foolish,
To skip gleefully towards an approaching danger.
To do so would mean stupidity had been involved.
And those feasting without eyes opened...
Have to blame someone new,
For a changing of venue on the menu.
Whoever is in the kitchen will be the one who will do.
Isn't that what making excuses are meant for?
To eliminate one's exposed incompetence?
And accuse the one using the correct ingredients.
But deciding too late,
The one with the best credentials...
Also wants us to wash our own plates.
'Oh no.
Who does he think he is?
He has to go.'
But...
What about the cliff?
'What cliff?
We'll continue to pretend it doesn't exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alibi
You did it 'cause you wanted
Alibi, alibi
And you took it
Cause you need it
Alibi, alibi
But if I've done something wrong there's no "ifs and buts"
'Cause I love you just as much as I hate your guts
Alibi, alibi, alibi...
And you don't need anybody
Alibi, alibi
But you are the only one that knows this
Alibi, alibi
You deserve it 'cause you're special
Alibi, alibi
Maybe Jesus wants you for a sunbeam
Alibi, alibi
But if I've left something out
I apologize
But if you look in my eyes
Then I'm sure you'll see...
Alibis, alibis, alibis...
Sometimes I'm so forgiving
Everything seems bad to me
But I can't go on living
With this alibi, alibi, alibi...
"Insane," what a mundane
Alibi, alibi
And you only wanted to be famous
Alibi, alibi
Sorry, but your mommy doesn't love you
Alibi, alibi
Stop me if you've heard this...
Alibi, alibi
But if I've done something right then don't be surprised
There are soldiers who will kill but refuse to die
But if I've done something wrong there's no "ifs and buts"
'Cause I love you just as much as I hate your guts
Alibi, alibi, alibi, alibi...
You were weak...
You couldn't help it
Alibi, alibi
But you never had a pony
Alibi, alibi
Chorus
And you're such a people person
Alibi, alibi
And I will be true to you forever
Alibi, alibi
But you're stupid and you're lazy
Alibi, alibi
Maybe we can make the future better
Alibi, alibi
Chorus
Sometimes I'm so forgiving
Everything seems bad to me
But I can't go on living
With this alibi, alibi, alibi...
You were happy when you were poor
And more honest and that's your...
Alibi, alibi
Sister is a whore, brother isn't sure
Alibi, alibi
You don't fit the body that you're trapped in
Alibi, alibi
Papa's got a brand new...
Alibi, alibi
But if I've done something wrong there's no "ifs and buts"
'Cause I love you just as much as I hate your guts
But if I've left something out
I apologize
But if you look in my eyes
Then I'm sure you'll see...
Alibis, alibis, alibis...
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Willing To Look At This Objectively
Are you willing to look at this objectively?
'I suppose I am.
At that depends on how much sense you make.
I'll give it a shot.'
Great.
All I ask is that you be open minded.
'Okay.
Cool.
I'm listening.'
You are an adult.
And you have made your own decisions,
Right?
'Of course I did.
Didn't you? '
Remember when you rushed into purchasing,
Your new home, and two fancy brand new cars?
Clothes and those back to back trips,
You and your friends took to the Caribbean?
And you laughed at me,
When I said I could barely afford a public bus pass?
'Go ahead.
Rub it in.
You couldn't wait to bring this up, huh? '
Oh...
No. No. No...
My mind has matured above that.
I was going to recommend you get a bus pass too.
And slowly you can remove those disguises.
It's okay.
I use to have fantasies myself.
Of being an acclaimed and famous writer.
I thank God that's no longer a fantasy.
'Well...
We all suffer from our delusions and mistakes made.
Thank you for helping me see it from your point of view.
I am glad you understand the position I am in.'
You have no idea.
I am totally empathetic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Wide Open
Here it comes, here comes another day
Another decision on the way
Well here it comes, here comes a covered display
of preferences to make
Well here it comes, here comes a knock on the door
Open it for an opportunity
Well here it comes, here comes another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
'n there it was, it was a perfect take
and were you asleep or awake
There it was, it was a perfect time
to speak your mind
'n there it was, it was a chance of a lifetime
It flew right by and what did you do?
Well there it was, it was another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
I've got my eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
Because you never know
what you might see...
song performed by by King Crimson
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Equally Sheltered And Confused
You can not believe what is going on?
And in your disbelief,
You seek and explanation for it?
Perhaps you should ask yourself this question...
'Where have I been not to have been a witness.
And how much of reality,
Have I chosen to dismiss? '
Whatever it is that is in existence today,
To even admit not to have known about this...
Is to personally announce the living in denial.
And the mind that you have,
Is both isolated and limited.
Leaving you not alone to share this point of view,
With others who too...
Are equally sheltered and confused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Does One Become Better
How does one become better,
Doing what one does?
And remain happy at doing it?
It takes time, patience...
And the acceptance of critique.
Biting lips and gritting teeth.
Lots of anxiety with loss of sleep.
Making mistakes.
And making mistakes.
To undo them to make more!
Motivation without expectation.
Sacrifice and mental suffering.
Emotional stress.
Being able to forgive and forget.
And do that as best as one can!
Not fearing to apologize when wrong...
Or right.
Do it regardless.
That increases one's peace of mind!
Be accountable for all actions.
Take responsibility.
Even if that means...
Taking that away from someone else.
Be thankful!
And pray.
Pray.
Pray.
Throughout each day.
Don't be afraid to ask God...
'Hey! Wassup?
You here or not?
You doin' what you suppose to do?
'Cause I'm doin' my best!
Or what I believe to be my best.'
~That sounds like you are describing a relationship!
Or a marriage.~
And...
Your point,
Is what?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stewing To Do A Brooding
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
Today so many seem to wish an escape,
From their mistakes they can not admit.
And quick with unsilent lips they are,
To review a stewing to do a brooding over it.
And since my patience has gone,
To listen to the same song sung...
From Sunset to dawn prolonged too long,
I immediately exit from it as being relevant.
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
And it gets annoying to hear,
A voice deceptively lamenting...
Over what was done when they were young,
With a venting of their issues unending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want
Everybody wants the truth
But everybody lies
Everybody wants some proof
But everybodys blind
So open up your eyes
I really dont know much of anything at all
But Ill admit were all the same
You ask forgiveness and you make the same mistakes
And Ill admit were all the same
I want to know
Do these words mean anything?
How can this life mean more than what it seems?
Everybody wants equality
But were all prejudice
Were all hypocrites
Everybody wants the world
But we have nothing
I really dont know much of anything at all
But Ill admit were all the same
You ask forgiveness and you make the same mistakes
And Ill admit were all the same
I want to know
Do these words mean anything?
How can this life mean more than what it seems?
song performed by by Face To Face
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Obviousness of It
I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!
I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.
To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.
Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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Don't Expect An Apology
I have not been a child for so long.
So if my offensive demeanor,
Comes from an adult mind...
Free to express itself from a hiding,
You have yet dealt with.
Don't be stunned.
Or run away in tears!
With a nose you sniff.
Perhaps you should leave the playground,
Of scraped knees, sandboxes
And petty childish gossip.
I have not been a child for so long.
My adventures have been aged on paths...
That have shown me a life,
To live as it is!
And to find myself alone,
Being accountable for my steps!
Sometimes I have experienced regret.
But like all things I have accepted...
I am blessed not to stay in one spot,
To complain of rain that got me wet!
Nor do I get upset...
If thunder, lightening and clouds,
Are temporarily above my head!
I have felt sunshine too many times...
To find a moment of whining as a means,
That have ever attracted my happiness!
A maturity with learning,
Has come to me it seems!
So if my offensive demeanor,
Comes from an adult mind...
Free to express itself from a hiding,
You have yet dealt with?
Don't expect an apology.
I only give those when they are meant!
And I feel that one should be given.
And 'that' no one else gives to me,
To determine!
I'm in this life to live it!
Not to split from it...
When my feelings are hurt!
Or to dig up dirt to spread.
Don't expect an apology!
You 'aint' gettin' one of those.
Not from me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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