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In The Minds Of Those Judgemental

What sense does it make,
To label people fools, mavericks and idiots...
To then,
Years later...
Accuse them of being insensitive?
With a declaring of those depicted this way,
And chosen to isolate with a shunning done...
Of having no empathy to unite,
With those who now face dilemmas.

Especially when...
Those they had chosen to character assassinate,
Had warned them they would one day face...
A crisis that would open their tunneled vision eyes.

Could this pendulum that now swings,
From those labelled as misfits and 'freaks'...
Be swinging closer to the ones,
Who now see their beliefs threatened...
As that time now to them comes,
By realities they had opposed.
But now so afraid they seek not to be exposed.

Who knows what is in the minds of those,
Judgemental?
Signs of mental instabilities,
Need not to flash with neon lights.

'Do you plan to join those who are protesting? '

~No.
I plan to have a cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
And apply my Senior discount.
Oh...
And add two 'Old Fashion' donuts.
How much do I owe you? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Recover

For those who have chosen,
To isolate themselves,
With a rush to abandon others not like them.
And awaken one day,
With hopes an empathy they can depend...
When a living in isolation,
Has not for them proven beneficial.

And today,
With realities staring them in the face...
They seek an existence less superficial.
With those who they now,
Feel they most identify.

Well...
They will discover when they recover,
It is a long walk back...
To a town without pity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan

Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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If It Was Not Concerning Them

How can one be detached,
From their own feelings?
I've heard that said before...
By those who were chosen,
To be ignored.
Therefore...
'Someone' had to have had no feelings.

You know how quick that spreads around!

And I am sure I am not the only one,
That can relate to this.
There are those who make attempts,
To squeeze an empathy.
And if no emotion is expressed,
Or showed to be exposed...
That person is labelled cold.

And I can understand being in that position.
After saving myself from being completely depleted...
By those who could care less 'how' I felt,
If it was not concerning them!
So those lights in my life had to be switched off.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outdated And Sidetracked

Why is it,
That those who have chosen to avoid other people...
Are now for some reason,
Believing those very same people 'they' avoided,
Have now chosen to play hide and seek with them?

This is the madness that traps,
Those with minds dysfunctional.
And unable to face the facts...'that',
Have left them outdated and sidetracked...
To live with the playing of childish games.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Fix Remedies

I find it absurb and totally ridiculous,
That those who profess to be in the dark...
And clueless,
As to why these days...
That find them entwined,
In an assortment of dilemmas...
Have discovered they are beset,
With mental, physical and financial regrets!
As if the steps they have taken,
Were unconsciously made...
By an hypnotic inducement,
That tricked them and enslaved.

Demanding today they are as if entitled,
To have quick fix remedies...
That will come to sweep them free,
Of their ability to self inflict their own ailments.

'Oh...
To 'bah' with a humbug is tempting! '

And they are the same people,
Who refused to hear or listen...
To those they depicted,
In character assassination campaigns...
As being unpatriotic, nationalistic mavericks.
With a choosing to ruin their reputations.

Well...
Who amongst those self righteous types,
Are in the streets everywhere...
Declaring their displeasures now?

And...
Aren't their activities,
Focused on the disparities of life?

Isn't this something once done years ago,
That was once declared...
A challenge to their way of life?
And they had turned their backs on those,
Doing 'then' what they felt had been right!

'Oh...
To 'bah' with a humbug is tempting!
Even if the holidays are not in sight.
But these times are so ripe for this expression.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heeding the Call to Their Expectations

Initiators, instigators, implementators...
Whatever you want to call people,
Who create their own dilemmas...
With an inviting of rage,
To then put the blame on someone else...
For actions they will not admit,
Are of their own making.

Although accuse those they say and do...
That they want out of their lives,
For not doing enough to help them...
When faced with a crisis,
Are those they despise publicly...
For not doing what they want done,
BECAUSE...
They are entitled.

And they wonder why their lives,
With whatever natural disasters they face...
Have come to affect them,
In places...
Where they have gone,
To isolate themselves...
Yelling for calls for 'help'!
Do the best the can to prioritize,
Their madness.

From 'who' or 'whom' or 'what'...
Do they believe,
Will come rushing to their aid?
Heeding the call to their expectations?

The very same people,
They have attempted to eliminate...
From being too controlling,
In being instrumental in their lives.
To dry their weeping eyes.

There is no doubt why people who shout,
Are being today...
More ignored.
With a focus that shows them to be,
The reasons why any progress is stalled.
Not only are these people 'nutts'.
They are clearly the ones needing to be locked up.
To allow humanity to rid its fences.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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you and I, and the cat

we shared a cup of coffee- you and I,
as the cat looked on.
you had two lumps of sugar, a shot of cream.
mine was black.
I thought to offer cream to the cat; he’d like that.
and then you smiled.
you peered across the rim of your upraised cup, taking a sip,
scrunching your face and smiling through the steam as it
rose from your milky, sweet coffee,
and I forgot about the cat.
he purred.
quickly, I put him outside,
knowing his familiar purr, a purr that soon
would escalate into a full-blown howl
that demanded my attention and some cream.
I wanted only to savor the contented sweetness of your face,
perfectly formed for my delight, but
you felt sorry for the cat.
I had been abrupt, insensitive.
“Why can’t the cat be allowed to purr, even to howl
“if he wants? ' you said.
“Why must the cat be refused a simple request for attention
“and a sip of milk? ”
alright then, I’ll let the cat back inside,
and give him some milk.
are you happy now?
no answer.
the coffee has grown tepid,
along with your smile.
I loathe that cat.

poem by Hm. Nes
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Personal Holloway

Tune my weaker eye
spit white
hold the world up all day
she's blue in the face again
sleep the darkness all away
and drinking kitchen paint to dye the
winter
i hope we'll never see again
deaf and dumb with the lights on
deaf and dumb with the lights on
married by signs
married by signs
personal holloway
six month linen
it's safe to say we are alone
suburban suicide
watching night come amber
it's all so temporary
move a little way
move a little way now
move a little way
move a little way now
bleed life
breath life
could be a better plan
paracetamol
could be a better plan
could be a better plan

song performed by by Bush from Razorblade Suitcase
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Do Not Waste Your Patience

What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Nor do they appreciate their own lives they hate!

People like this blame others for their failures.
Seek to analyze who lead them into traps.
And jealous of advancements of others they are.
Especially those they use to laugh at behind their backs.
Those that now witness them shuffling along...
With long faces drawn and ambitions distant and gone.

What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Hating themselves and everyone around them too!

Nothing!
There is nothing anyone can possibly say or do,
For those who refuse to listen and comprehend...
Any advice that is given to them!
And empathy expressed they also ignore too!
The best decision one in this position can make...
Is to evaluate the situation,
And from this excuse creator...
Move!
Do not apologize when exiting swiftly,
To break quickly away.
Just keep on steppin'.
Move!

Do not waste your patience!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time's Ticking Away

The pendulum swings,
In such a perpetual way,
It keeps on moving,
In a continuous sway.

The momentum decides,
Time's passing on,
A tick on the clock,
And the moment is gone.

The pendulum swings,
To left and to right,
Time's ticking along,
In mad rhythmic flight.

And as it moves onwards,
Time's ticking away,
There's no way of stopping,
The road to decay.

The pendulum swings,
Another second goes by,
The clock's keeping time,
But time wants to fly.

By night and by day,
Time never stands still,
The pendulum swings,
At 'Time's' endless will.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Misfits

Hey bro props at the after show
Can you tell me where the greenbuds grows?
Id like to say you turned my life around
I lost myself outside again
With the sound running through my head
Drowned out way out in the crowd
and the crowd goes singing
My people are the misfits
The ones that don't fit in
With the smile I know it comes within
I can feel you in the corners laughing when the lightings low
They say
Tick tick. tell me where the time goes
Oh life, you know it moves much to slow
Tick tick tell me where the time goes
Those are the ones for me
Those are the ones for me
The misfits, the freaks, the enemy, you and me
Those are the ones for me
Those are the ones for me
The misfits, the freaks, the enemy, you and me
My people are the misfits
I wont let you down
Im dizzy from whatever we just passed around
I bleed for the moments when were here
And were all around

song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Naked Before My Eyes

feeling empty
i sense you
i get near you
feeling your hand
and you look at me
knowing something
that fills you too
i like you to be
my empty cup
to my hot water
i can be more
than hot water
i can be a spoon
stirring you and
you can be coffee too
and cream and
sugar and mint

i can be the mouth
that opens to drink
you as coffee and
surely we shall have
a good time together

tonight i like you
to be more than coffee
and cream and sugar

just be yourself naked
before my emptiness

and i can also be more
than a mouth to you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fantasized By Lives Deluded

Fantasized by lives deluded.
Where will their minds go?
When all of their beliefs,
Have been depleted.
To release them to realities...
They've been taught to fear.
And takes away those choices,
To isolate
Behind locked doors!

Their eyes charaded,
With disguises and masquerades...
Now can no longer be kept closed!
Or escapes to shelter them,
From the beast at the feast...
They enjoyed without limits.

This beast creeps within their consciousness.
And bares exposed sharpened teeth.
Preparing them to eat!
They see this...
As the gates of a way of life,
For them once lived...
Crumbles to rust and has been disposed.
Where will their minds go?
With no amusements left to show.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have Chosen

I have chosen your face to see,
the face that always beckons me
to come alive and recognize
all the desire inside your eyes.

I have chosen your hands to be
the hands I'll always want on me.
I come alive with every touch.
These hands have come to mean so much.

I have chosen your heart, my love
to be the heart that is just made of
all the beats that say to me
'I am beating just for thee.'

And all my choices in this life I live
have gifted me and will always give
pleasures beyond the realm of real
because of how they make me feel.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Rarely Is That The Outcome

One should never seek a sympathy,
From anyone they had assaulted verbally.
Whether done discreetly, publicly or innuendoed.
Since the odds are not in one's favor,
A forgiveness has been given...
To erase one's memory of who had chosen them,
To abuse.
Using one's character to assassinate,
That has left scars one now brags about and appreciates.
Rarely is that the outcome from anything like that done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love My Man

verse 1:
See I finally found me a good man
matter of fact he might be my future husband
yeah he really knows how to love me
and he can't get enough of me
oh yeah he's got class and good looks
by the way he's number one in my book
I prayed for a love and he appeared
no girl got a man like this here
chorus:
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
verse 2:
No the other guys just don't compare
to my man's good love honey i swear
he's got my back in the time of need
it's good to know that he's there for me
let me say all that he knows my heart
and it means it was love
at the very start when i saw him
with my girlfriends
so I knew I was keeping him
chorus:
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
bridge:
I know that he loves me and his love is pure
so I don't have a reason to be insecure
ooh, I, love my baby, baby
ooh, I, love my baby
test me I'm his queen
there's no one else he wants but me
ooh, I love my baby, baby
ooh, I, love my baby
chorus:
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
So I ain't gonna nag and I ain't gonna trip
I ain't gonna do any arguing
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him
so I'm not gonna accuse my man of lust
and I'm gonna trust him let me tell you why
cause I love my man
and I plan on keeping him

song performed by by Nivea
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Misguided Misdemeanors

Even though the rush of ongoing tragedies,
Seem to be the result of accusations,
We are a people in denial.
Let us not abandon the strength we maintain,
In keeping our delusions.
To leave and ignore those insisting,
There is a need to examine our way of life,
With a proclaiming of our relentless stubbornness...
To drastically change our ways of doing things,
Midstream.
It would be pointless to adopt to adapt,
To such needless measures.

We can always rename these 'common' incidents,
We seem to daily face with such frequency these days...
As misguided misdemeanors.
Remember this...
We are not here to validate,
The painful affects and presence of our ignorance.

Let us ensure that all pretentions we keep,
Are safely kept protected to guarantee...
Our insecurities will never be revealed,
To be interpreted as admissions of weakness.

'But how can we explain the increase of insanity? '

We will continue to label these mavericks misfits.

'An entire population of people? '

There is no need to sensationalize.
These isolated incidents stirring in the minds,
Of a few disgruntled people.
There is no need to exaggerate the mundane.
Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And all of us should be focused on the economy.
With the acknowledgement,
Of who we have chosen to place blame.

'All of this is becoming quite disturbing.'

Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And it is extremely important,
We do our utmost best to keep medicated...
Through this strenuous and gut wrenching process.
Knowing...
Our values and standards are being attacked and tested.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Senses of Christmas

One day a year sights and sounds combine into one,
As people sing of love and joy,
As lights flash and music rings.
On this day people join,
Family joins family,
Friends join friends.

Lights shine like a light from heaven,
And the snow falls covering the world with a white sheet of wonder,
Peoples eyes glisten with joy and faith,
Children open presents smiles wide and eyes like candy.
The faces bright with hope,
Of years that past and years that come.

A feast is set that would be fit for a king,
Turkey and Ham cook and become ready to eat,
Everyone waiting for the time to eat,
And everyone joins hands areound the table,
Giving thanks to everything they have,
As they continue with their celebration of family and love.

Familys sit around the tree,
Picking gifts to shake and squeeze them,
To try to guess at what may lay inside.
And they all give as much as they recieve,
All of them showing their love for the other in every way possible,
As the come together on this christmas day.

One day a year sights and sounds combine into one,
As people sing of love and joy,
As lights flash and music rings.
On this day people join,
friends and family all the same,
And in the end they say farewell until next year.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Entertained With Ideals to Match

I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.

Those who have dealt with the reality of things...
Have seemed the most disrespected,
For professing the obvious.
While those deluded,
Have always been detached.
Preferring to be entertained with ideals to match.

The mavericks and the nonconformists,
Have long lived lives referred to as fools.
And few of them seem saddened...
To have been separated with a peace of mind,
For them that soothes.

I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Although I do wish,
They someday will find solutions...
For their mental conflicts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Like An Awakening

People only see what they choose to see.
And at their convenience.
Even though what is seen has been there,
And observed by others for many years...
Who by now have become quite annoyed,
By those who have chosen to see with open eyes.
And all of a sudden have become advocates,
And champions...
Of 'unity'.
When at a time they did not want to know,
What was going on and could care less about it.
Since 'those' types of people created their own problems.
That's what they would say.
But today...
It has been made easier for everyone to 'see',
With minds being cleared of clouds that confuse.
And who has being doing what to whom,
Is not someone's 'vision' looking into a cystal ball.
And the value placed on denial and deceit,
Has increasingly faded the quality of life...
As well as those 'standards' upheld by those isolated,
In a narrow thought process.
There is nothing like an awakening to a truth that exists.
There is nothing like this when it happens.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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