Insinuating With A Degradation
To compensate for one's sense of failure,
By insinuating with a degradation...
Of a lifestyle accepted by another,
Only undermines one's own ability to prove...
They have a life that is lived happily.
People like this will eventually destroy,
Whatever it is they emotionally miss.
Along with an attention they believe to them,
Should be given although not deserved.
There is a lack of discipline missing within.
And a feeling of insecurity in their minds,
They can not end.
And the use of reverse psychology,
Does not work!
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Reverse Psychology
Chorus/chant:
Reverse psychology
Doesnt work on me
It works my nerves
But I think logically
So dont rehearse what youre gonna say
I like it better the spontaneous way
You got an insecurity? I wont nurse it
I dont buy psyche - so why reverse it?
Verse 1:
Games are good for attention (mmm-yeah!)
But in the end they let you down
Hold me back or let me go
But no more middle ground
Boy, youve got to play your cards right
Get on back to the basics of love
We dont need no mindless mind games
A little give and take - push and shove -
A little honesty is what Im in need of!
Chorus/chant
Verse 2:
Dont you know Ive seen it all
Though I seem naive to you
(so now) hit me with anything at all -
Just hit me with the truth - yeah!
You keep thinking one of these days youll
Push my back against the wall (against the wall)
Its too late for tricks of the trade now
I can escape anything at all - oh!
A little push and shove - give and take -
But I wont fall!
Chorus:
Reverse psychology
Doesnt work on me (never did, never will)
It works my nerves
But I think logically
So dont rehearse what youre gonna say
I like it better the spontaneous way
You got an insecurity? I wont nurse it
I dont buy psyche - so why reverse it?
Bridge:
Why wait till something better comes along?
Why not stay steady and strong? (steady and strong)
A silver lining cannot be far away (be far)
Youll get much further if you
Do what you mean and mean what you say
1-2-3-i said.....
Chorus:
Reverse psychology
Doesnt work on me
It works my nerves
But I think logically (oh so much)
So dont rehearse what youre gonna say
I like it better the spontaneous way
You got an insecurity? I wont nurse it
I dont buy(I dont buy it) psyche - so why reverse it?
Chorus/chant
Jam! jam!
I said, jam!
Reverse psychology style
Jam
Jam (oooo - yeah!)
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Valued And Precious
To prove one's might,
Does not have to be with weapons.
In fact...
The proving of one's ability to show,
A power that is most effective...
Can be done economically.
To bring people to their knees in agony.
And the use of weapons is done,
To prove to anyone...
An ability to destroy possessions kept,
That are deemed valued and precious!
And lives lived and the quality of them,
Fit as prioritized on that list.
This...
Is NOT rocket science.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Addicted Feeding of Spoiled Greed
Change for many is unbearable.
It is feared.
A life known lived,
In accepted stagnation...
With those corrupted leading the degradation,
Is familiar and preferred.
A slower decline into devastation...
For those who distrust truth,
Is heard and followed until this is allowed,
And occurs within the minds of those 'conservative'.
With delusions again winning like a surging herd,
Over common sense entrapped without defense.
People miss and hunger for...
Their sweetened fantasies.
Although it has been stated more and more,
The economy can no longer support,
This addicted feeding of spoiled greed...
That has depleted all vision of demanding sensibilities.
Who are the 'centrists' against 'liberalists'?
With their wishes...
For a return to cobbled streets!
And a dimming of consciousness.
Wanting more to be free to live selfishly!
Even if it means to do it in total darkness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Validating In Paraded Celebration
An inability to take risks.
And finding a comfort in this,
Leads not to a broadening of one's awareness.
But a growth of insecurities.
One believes by others should be received,
As an exception of character.
And eventually perceived as a life lived by them to be.
With a simple dismissing,
Of this as a blemish.
To allow an achievement,
Of accepted stagnation.
As a flaw of one's personality.
One born without the ability to correct.
As if an ignored deformity much like a birth defect.
Leaving those exposed to it...
Happily feeding its existence.
And validating,
In paraded celebration...
Cheerfully enabling an addict with a fix.
And acknowledging this,
That addict awaits for it to daily get.
'We love you just the way you are.
Unchanged.
As if we were all still in high school.
And 'you' keep us feeling that way.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
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Inbred Ambitions
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today people want to participate,
More as a whim to socialize and network.
And when they stroll in late,
With excuses to make...
I am not one to appreciate it,
With a subtle delivery of comments.
And coming in smacking on gum!
And carrying snacks?
My discipline within I keep,
Will not allow me to tolerate that!
And 'please'...
Do not hold up other people's time,
By a display of 'theatrics' that lie.
That kind of disrespect,
Will get a direct sign I am more than upset!
I am clinical when I sever connections.
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today...
People are living to get the attention.
And wanting to get paid to display,
Both lack of talent and a depth of feeling...
For the craft!
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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Obvious As Trash Cluttered Streets
Insecure people never seem to know,
What it is they want.
Where it is they wish to go.
Or sticking to a thought that is claimed,
To have for them a meaning meant!
And the frightening thing about this is,
People like that somehow influence others...
Through exaggeration,
That the decisions they make are the best choices.
And nothing has been proven by those who follow them...
That this is true.
Or that a benefit from this for them has been obtained
In fact,
The evidence of insecurity and the lack of discipline...
Is not hidden.
This is as obvious as trash cluttered streets.
Leaders elected because they are liked,
But lack competence.
And people seen who are threatened by dignity.
Supported those who protect them by making excuses,
For their actions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Those Who Spoke Their Minds
The people who make claims,
They do not know what's going on today...
Are the same people yesterday,
That said the same thing.
And the day before that,
They pretended not to see...
Trouble approaching their doorsteps.
Or a devalued lifestyle full of tension.
And lacking an abundance of quality.
Remember those who spoke their minds,
Without excuses to make!
And were told they were negative?
Remember those who refused to be disrespected,
And were criticized behind their backs...
Because they sought better lives to live!
And did not masquerade to fake?
To eventually be chased away...
Slandered, backstabbed and betrayed!
The people who make claims,
They do not know what's going on today...
Are the same people yesterday,
That said the same thing.
And the day before that,
They pretended not to see...
Trouble approaching their doorsteps.
Or a devalued lifestyle full of tension.
And lacking an abundance of quality.
And 'now' they wish,
For sense to be made of this.
When the seriousness of this they had dismissed!
And those that were ostracized,
Have disconnected themselves from it...
Completely with lives lived free of conflict!
And blessed to have been mavericks.
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For Wanted Dreams To Come True
There will always be envy and jealousy directed,
To the ones shown and known to possess...
An attention given to their talent and abilities,
With other skills that may be assessed.
That develops eventually a thick skin,
One learns early to wrap and protect within.
Those without this focus,
Do not comprehend it is about the work first.
And not about absurd or hurtful remarks,
Coming from those in the shadows afraid...
To apply themselves with discipline,
And many sacrifices made.
It takes more than a wishing,
For wanted dreams to come true.
And not picking through and from delusions...
Like many fantasized do.
'Can you show me how to become,
As successful as you? '
~Sure!
Get on your knees and start crawling,
Until the bleeding starts.
And your bones are exposed too! ~
'Okay.
And then what? '
~Strip butt naked.
Allow your blemishes and flaws,
To be publicly seen.
And then have someone pour on you acid,
With a proving you are willing to endure anything.~
'Are you kidding?
I wouldn't be able to live through that.'
~Then you are not wanting success.
You just seek attention upon yourself to attract.
When you are able to smile,
With wounds still carried on your back...
Your dreams will soon arrive.
And only to you will the feeling of success,
Be achieved to see them survive.~
'That's nuts.
That's a bit too crazy.
What do your recommend as an alternative? '
~Here's one you might like.
Many have discovered this to be beneficial.~
'Oh good.
Let me hear it.'
~Pick any corner in your neighborhood.
And stand there to complain about your unlucky life.
Who knows...
Maybe one day someone will decide to join you.
And eventually you will draw a group of people,
Who will prove to you there is so much there and shared...
All of you have in common.
OH.
I almost forgot.
Try the liquor stores first.
Where you live,
There's at least two within a few blocks.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Leave Your Signature
You rate with an attitude,
From a mindset driven unconscious.
What inspires you to do what you do,
Is based on insecurity!
It has to!
And that I need not to prove.
You reek of limitation.
Needing no explanation.
Your cloak and dagger methods,
To victimize.
Comes to me as no surprise.
You leave your signature.
One immature I have endured.
And clearly recognized.
I once attended the school of spies.
Your moods are quite obvious.
And borders on self degradation.
Why can't you just move on?
Have you chosen me to attract,
By your distractions that don't entrap?
And what you lack,
You must prolong?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can Anyone Be Convinced
How can anyone be convinced,
That the banging of their head against a wall...
Has no affect emotionally,
On the ones who may be on the other side of it.
Nor would they care if they are not there,
If someone spends the time to inflict their own grief.
Frankly, the doing of it is rare these days,
Since people are prone to share their agonies...
With those close and claimed to be loved.
How can anyone be convinced,
If they chose to sit on a picked fence...
That anyone paying attention to this,
Hasn't already accepted...
Another one they perceive as being crazed.
And going out of their way to prove it.
Why do the self-centered always believe,
People are patiently waiting to feel their pain?
With feelings they have that can be easily numbed.
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Stuck In The Middle And Feeling Sad
What is it that you need,
To interrupt your love for suffering?
Do you need a lot of...
Discipline.
Would you like a little...
Motivation?
Stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
Stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline
Stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
Stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
What is it that you need,
To interrupt your love for suffering?
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
Do you need a lot of...
Discipline.
Would you like a little...
Motivation?
What is it that you need,
To interrupt your love for suffering?
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
You lack a discipline.
You lack a discipline.
You lack a discipline.
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Not a Bourgy Doer
I use to have issues with being emotionally needy.
Feeling I had to achieve to appease and please.
While experiencing a sense of abandonment...
And no one cared what was happening inside of me.
I use to be moody with a quick lip and attitude.
I knew as a child I had responsibilities.
And those children I knew had none or few.
As I grew older and more rebellious in mind,
I became more independent and less forgiving...
Of those who had direction in their lives of some kind.
Although I am no longer there where I had been...
Emotionally I remain protective,
And free to speak without a need to be touched.
'Too bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'
Who me?
'Yes you!
Just too bourgy and aloof,
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'
Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.
'But you're bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'
Who me?
'Yes you!
You're out to prove.
You're bourgy and aloof.
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'
Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.
Or out to prove a thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Tick With A Tocking All Of Our Clocks
Not too often,
But I do become quite amused...
By those who read my work,
And immediately have their perceptions of me.
Who I am and the life lived I pursue.
I am a writer and 'sometimes' I infuse,
My experiences lived.
But I am not an isolationist...
Observing life within limitations.
I have the ability to empathize,
With others unknown but do see.
I also listen to others as well...
With a focused attention.
Without that focus being centered on me.
I am not a self obsessor.
I am also a creature of curiosity.
An adventurer scouting out life,
And what life offers me.
And with a pad and pen with imagination too?
Well...
The environment is a canvas I observe.
To describe what is there existing.
Although there are times when people refuse,
To see themselves the way I do.
And believe it or not,
What is revealed to us all...
Has the capability to tick with a tocking,
All of our clocks.
With refusals to believe.
And denials to be heard to go on none stop.
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Discipline is based on pride, on meticulous attention to details, and on mutual respect and confidence. Discipline must be a habit so ingrained that it is stronger than the excitement of the goal or the fear of failure.
quote by Gary Ryan Blair
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Lack of will power has caused more failure than lack of intelligence or ability.
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Paved Over! Cemented
What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
Are the volume of your complaints,
Stored for future documentary?
Is the importance of your disapproval,
Strong enough to withstand the winds of time?
Will minds like yours today,
Find themselves praised tomorrow?
In a collective raised contribution.
Or will that hole you dig be dug so deep in sorrow...
Be paved over!
Cemented.
And the existence you believed lived,
Has too long bee dismissed...
To be reminisced as one remembered.
By anyone assigned to research,
These mindless mundane times now experienced.
And the sacrificing of common sense,
With an absence of forgiveness...
Has becomes as mechanical,
As the expression of someone's devotion to caring.
And the only one can do to compensate for one's loss...
Is to shake one's head.
What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
To leave cemented.
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
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Children Need Their Fathers
The mothers are now saying,
Their children need their fathers.
But weren't they they ones,
Who kept the fathers away?
And had the law hunt them down...
After having the courts chase they,
With warnings to keep their distance...
From these same children,
The mothers are saying...
Need their fathers!
And the fathers...
Who have discovered a peace of mind,
Are no longer trying to find excuses...
Why their fatherless children,
Seem to be out of their minds.
No matter who tries,
To blame their lack of discipline...
With no respect to others to show or give,
And put this on their shoulders...
To claim this is a reaction to their absence.
People who make decisions with ignorance,
Are always guaranteed to put their activities...
In the path of someone else to fault and shame!
'How many children raised by their mothers,
Compared to those raised by their fathers...
Have issues of discipline?
Or sit in prisons?
As a direct result of those who have created,
This statistic...
As if it had developed on its own!
Like hunger, homelessness and racism.'
~Excuse me?
I think you are looking for the excelerated classrooms.
You've stepped into a remedial one,
By mistake.~
'I'm sorry.
I was getting eye contact.
And immediately I thought they were paying attention.
Where are the excelerated classrooms? '
~Up those stairs, take a right...
And they will be the ones,
Where the light is shining bright.
You will not miss them.~
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