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If We Just Leave Those Battlezones Alone

Consumed with you,
But not a dressed confection.
A naturalness my taste selects.
I am not one who seeks perfection.
Nor expect you to pass a preference test.

The reason I adore you,
Is because you are complex.
And simple basicness will not please,
Your or my interests to fulfill...
An expectation of happiness.

You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
With more to enjoy than anatomy.
Or discuss the isn'ts of what should be...
In a world few live with priorities.
And no adventure,
Or discovery.

There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.

You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.

You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.

You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones...
Alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many 'Boos' Have Been Booted

Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Those boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

Nicknames once adopted for each other have gone.
And now they're out to prove they are nobody's ding-dongs.
Many 'boos' have been booted,
And the pain they feel will not be...
Muted.

Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Trying to shake an old boo from their game.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And...
Those boos scooted try to get unhooked.
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Have been de-rooted.

Ma-many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

And those boos scooted try to get unhooked,
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Can not accept they've been de-rooted.
Bruised boos!
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop,
Have been de-rooted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deludify

'She was apparently healthy.
But how did she die? '

As those question themselves...
While viewing the body of a woman,
Who had been mummified and die...
Over three thousand years ago.

And it would seem to me,
That this woman had died from the death.
Perhaps she was healthy when she lived...
But those questions to me seem so inept.

Like the adsurdities expressed,
By those wishing to leave realities unaddressed.
Even though they are obvious to see...
People wish to heighten their fantasies.
And 'deludify' them,
With pretense and sweetened ignorance.

Note: Deludify? One who deludes an obvious truth,
as it is accepted by conformed 'normality'.
Normality? That which one had before truth deludified it
by the use of deceit! Deceit? Lies told to persuade one's belief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse To Be Muted

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.

Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simple As That

Got us a situation
It dont need no explanation
It dont take a scientist
To figure out just what this is
Unlike the changing seasons
Love happens without reason
Its as simple as that
Two people meet its destiny that theyre together
Its as simple as that
I knew when I met you that this would last forever
Its as simple as that
And I can promise you that I will leave you never
Im happy right where Im at
Its as simple as that
Its how I feel when you call my name
Its holdin hands in the pouring rain
A slow dance that never ends
The sweet sound of violins
And even when were apart
You beat around in my heart
Its as simple as that
Two people meet its destiny that theyre together
Its as simple as that
I knew when I met you that this would last forever
Its as simple as that
And I can promise you that I will leave you never
Im happy right where Im at
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Two people meet its destiny that theyre together
I knew when I met you that this would last forever
And I can promise you that I will leave you never
Im happy right where Im at
Its as simple as, its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that.

song performed by by Lonestar
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You've Been Booted So Scoot

Mismatchd mates fight.
In arguments..
Over who did what wrong.
Inspite of who is right.

And which one makes more sense...
To convince the one incensed!
Both are stubborn infidels,
Yelling to end a relationship...
That has been sitting precariously,
On a dubious fence.

While anyone listening in on this,
Wishes they both shut up.
And seal their lips.
Instead of making loud noises.
And breaking up stuff in fits.

Anyone listening to this nonsense sits down.
Or creeps to the wall without making a sound.
To hear very carefully...
With hopes the floor doesn't creek.
As they tip toe around...
To get their ears close as possible,
To what is near...
And going down!

'I saw you cheating on me,
With that home wrecker living across the street.
If you believe that sleaze is better...
You can get up from here and leave.'

~You aint my momma or my poppa.
Stop trying to control everything I do.
I'm not the one pleasured in midnight specials.
The dogs and cats know that rat is you! ~

*ooo...ssshhh.
This is juicy.*

~You don't have the authority,
To tell me what I can't do.
I will do what I please!
Your booty aint that good to screw! ~

*Lawd!
Now YOU know...
When the booty aint right,
That starts a fight.
ooo...this is juicy*

~If anyone here is going to get up and leave...
You're the one that's going to do it.
And if you don't,
I'll call the police.

And when they arrive...
I'll lie to say you've been hitting on me.~

*Lie-uh! *

~Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.

Pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.

There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.

So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.

There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
You and and I are finished...
And that door you're going through!
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot!

You don't have to bother,
To put on your shoes.
Just pack your bags.
I've had it.
Get up and get out.
You've been booted,
So scoot! ~

*Don't you dare!
I wont get this excitement anywhere.*

**Horace...
Will you come from over there,
And sit down!
You are worse than you say,
My nosy friends are! **

*Sssshhh...*

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Not Certified With Those Qualifications

I've come to you to feed you love.
Not treat you with a desserting,
Of an agony you've been told to keep.
And you gaze upon me,
As if I am here to threaten.
As if I am here to take away...
Your enjoyment to taste defeat.

No!
I am not here to fulfill,
Those opportunities you seek.

I've come to you to feed you love.
Not treat you with a desserting,
Of an agony you've been told to keep.
As if I am here to take away...
Your enjoyment to taste defeat.

No!
I am not here to fulfill,
Those opportunities you seek.

I've come to you to feed you love.
But I am not one,
To do a force feeding done.
Or nourish you back to mental health.
I'm not certified with those qualifications.
Nor will you see my ego boosted,
To be declared on public walls.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Of Impressions

A wish to see him defeated,
Decreases to depletion...
Their hold onto a longevity.

And beliefs of defeating him,
Returns to them...
Values and standards kept.
At the pinnacle of greatness.
Perceived by them as this should be.

But he represents realities they resent.
And realities to them had never been presented.

So they protest his arrogance.
Using medieval tactics and aged laments.
And stubbornly they become incensed.
With wishes to find him incompetent.

But incompetence did not make him president.
And it is clear to all,
Why they disrespect his presence.
As a focus noticed of those around the globe,
Stirs with an interest.
And becomes more aware of this.
As evident of those feelings meant.

'We're not racists! ' They object.

'We just want him to do what is expected.
Like the 'others' we let fantasize at their best.

He is so out of touch with us.
And that makes us quite upset!

Who does this nig... 'person' think he is?
Showing himself to be much more,
Than those images to 'them'...
We have historically given.
To keep them in their place...
For our sake.'

~He was elected because he was the best.
The best to protect any interests you have left.~

'Yeah,
But...
We are a people of impressions and images.
And those images he dares to test.
With embarrassment to us at our expense.
That's why we wish him defeat and not success.'

~That makes very little sense.~

'We are a people of impressions and images.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Them. Leave Them Alone

When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people stubbornly refuse to hear a message,
Others hear...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.

Too many have been fitted to be limited!
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many have been gifted with the flapping of lips.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.

When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Just leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people rather shuck and jive,
To realize their own survival...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.

Too many wish to sit and make a game of it.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many rather drift and not take benefit,
So leave them...
Leave them alone.

Fools are taking numbers just to stand and wait.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Fools like this await for frosting on their cake.
So leave them,
To taste it alone.

Too many wish to sit and make a game of it.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many rather drift and not take benefit,
So leave them...
Leave them alone.

When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Just leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people stubbornly refuse to hear a message,
Others hear...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.
Just leave them.
Leave them alone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Wishes Would Be Limited

What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.

You provide an insight,
That enlightens.
And brings a brightness to my heart.
You may not be aware of this.
You may even dismiss it!
If I should address or mention it!

Yet...
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.

I may not be on your mind at all.
And that is not a request,
I sit with in wishes.
However you do it...
And by the way you get that done,
Has a quality.
And for me from you...
That is all I need!
You 'are' who you are.
And that alone feeds me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since Freshman Year

Freshman year you've tried to get rid of me
now that you may well have
you'll seee who sticks around
i've put up with you for $ years
i'm tired of it and so is everyone else
if you're trying to get cheer cut then just tell us and we will all quit
no need to make it hell for us
i know my stuff so why kick me off? ?
i'm not the only one that does it and you'll soon find out
you'll have no one left to cheer the games
i guess it will be better that way
but for those players that like us you'll see
they won't play as well as they used to be
cheer is everything to me so why take it away?
why make me cry and wish i never tried out
it's the only place i can go
where i won't be judged
so why take that away from me?
i know your daughter isn't in it anymore
but you don't have to be a witch to the rest
we love to cheer and cheer to live
Cheer is the only thing i'm good at but go ahead and take it from me i'm ment for this world
i guess i'll have to be another face in the crowd
that's fine with me now
i gave it my all Freshman thru Junior
it's my time to leave it and become forgotten

poem by Marissa Ford
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Such a Magnificent Gift

That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.

And although complicated,
The naturalness of life seems to be...
We simplify all that surrounds,
With adjustments to gratify...
Lives to set aside for quick cravings to feed.

No one questions what has become commonplace.
Or everyday address with priority,
The defacing that is done...
To a naturalness that sits,
As such a magnificent gift to us presented.

And yet with an impatience,
We create conflicts with attempts to destroy...
Such a magnificent gift,
Given to us that should represent joy.

That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Am Not Seen Following You

My heart that beats,
May to you have no purpose.
Or my emotions felt,
To you may not be shown.
But what is known,
Without you condoning it...
Are wishes and dreams.
And although different they may be,
Every wish I dream seems to be mine alone.

I live with a desire to fulfill,
Those adventures that appear...
To have my signature on them clear.
And if I am not seen following you,
On a path you pursue...
That should leave you a clue,
My life is mine to live.
Just as yours is for you to do,
With wants and wishes made to come true.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raised to Only Praise Delusions

They come quick to evaluate the words...
And not the content of the message.
They come to seek and critique,
Definitions and language use.
As if an acceptance of concepts,
Will be a test to pass the task that is earned.
They want to qualify the composition...
And the one who prepared the text.
But what is being delivered,
Does not with them connect.
Their minds have been set to protest.
They would like to find the composer negligent.
Incompetent at best!
With an ego self enthralled.
And what should in their minds connect...
Is rejected to leave them stalled.
They were raised to only praise delusions.
And that,
Afterall...
Has become their reason and purpose.
They have become limited and programmed.
With no desire to stand and walk tall.
But to remain on their knees...
As they have been taught to crawl!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defeating An Enemy

We live in a world full of enemies,
or so we are lead to believe.
The best way to defeat an enemy
is not with bullets or bombs.
The best way to defeat an enemy
is to make that enemy a friend.

poem by David Harris
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In Honor of your Friendship

In honor of your friendship
I allow myself the time to slip
Listening as I am to the whispering of the muse.

‘Destiny is of your choosing
We run a race we can never loose
If we keep our trust in a faith revealing
And never a faith concealing’

'Seek the grail of your immortality within yourself, your soul
Seek not to fail nor leave dreams upon the shelf, seek to be whole.'

poem by David Lacey
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Spectacular!

And with a panoramic,
Unobstructed view.

'Incredible.
And...
What were your feelings and thoughts,
Of the life you lived...
Before you decided to step aside,
From those limited in wishes and wants...
With an acceptance to live 'their' lives,
Opposing to adventure and having no desire...
To free themselves from boundaries? '

Well...
For whatever the reason I am grateful.
And feel extremely blessed,
To have had that experience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Them Have Their Tea With Crumpets

Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.

He...
Wishes to present to them realities.
And they...
Were raised to feed on fantasies.
With praise they wish the world,
Continues to see.
That greatness hyped with hypocrisy!

But those who have chosen to sip their tea,
Even without him leading them...
Can not believe nor accept,
A change is evident.
With a coming to them that is direct.

Because on just 'credit'...
The economy bleeds.
And those who now seethe,
Are the ones who depleted it!

Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
And without his honesty...
They perceive a boundless gluttony,
Will and can come back again.

'What about the thieves?
Who holds them accountable,
For their activities? '

Sssshhh...
That is part of the reality,
They rather see erased from them to leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Will Never Recover At All

Leave those alone who are comforted by their own beliefs.
Fragmented realities had at one time brought relief...
To the ones who pocketed funds from such divisions!
Choosing not to listen and making wrong decisions.

Those days are fading fast for them.
From all fronts their outlooks are crumbling within.
Soon those affected can not refuse the truth.
It will be there shared by all.
And those who run from it,
Need not be pursued!

For them there will be no exit!
Let them with limited time persist.
Sit back and watch their minds split to bits.
And feel blessed you were able to see it for what it was.
Some might be able to grow from it.

Unfortunately...
Many will never recover at all!
Since honesty for them,
Was something they felt could be put off!
And reality for them will be a wound to go exposed...
Never to heal.
Creating defeat and their downfall.
With minds sold on treasures gone...
A purpose to exist leaves them nothing left to feel.
But a ground for their hands and knees to crawl.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consequences to Pay

All of it is connected to the whole.
And those who have focused their attention,
On obtaining pieces of greed...
To leave others to feed on crumbs,
Will find today...
They wished they had nibble along the way.
Instead of devouring themselves into hunger!
Without teaching all to develop moderate appetites.

Some lessons taught may not be pleasing to receive...
However,
The pain left by the breeding of ignorance...
Has its consequences to pay!

And acts of gluttony,
Often introduces realities of suffering...
Attached to remorse.
With many searching ways...
To uncover resources,
To supply the basicness of their needs.
Found to be lost in a sea of grief!
With justification a meaningless deed to seek.

'Gee! Can you say that another way? '

Sure!
How about...
Dusty shelves and barren cupboards?
With a stubbornness attached to empty stomachs.

Were you looking for rhyme?
Or reason?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave In Silence

Girl of my dreams,
You dont know what it means to live my life without you.
I hope everyday when you pass my way I dare to say a word to you.
But everytime you look at me I go right out of my head.
And then I just turn away and act like I dont see you.
Youre so far away, no reason to stay here,
I leave in silence
Youre so far away, no reason to stay here,
I leave in silence
Sometimes I think
Ill win back my confidence and be the man I used to be.
But a touch of your smile and I feel so strange again.
And lose myself in the wait and see.
And everytime when you are near and act like you dont care
I get so insecure and then Im not so sure.
Youre so far away, no reason to stay here,
I leave in silence.
Youre so far away, no reason to stay here,
I leave in silence.
Leave in silence.
Youre so far away, no reason to stay here,
I leave in silence.
Youre so far away, no reason to stay here,
I leave in silence.
Leave in silence. yeah.
I leave in silence. oh oh.
I leave in silence. oh oh.
I leave in silence. oh oh. oh oh. yeah.

song performed by by Scooter
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