I've Come to Deliver Sincerity
Do you think at my age,
I've come to whisper sweet nothings...
With a nibbling done to your ears?
As you can witness and see,
There is nothing materialistically...
I offer to present to tease you.
And I am not going to work that hard,
To produce for you temptations.
I've been there and done that.
Who doesn't know writers and poets are broke?
And most of us not running to the bank,
Are already considered jokes.
And I am not here to provoke my beliefs.
To debate in argument to have my ego pleased.
That's not me.
I've come to deliver 'sincerity'.
And that I know you are not accustomed to getting.
That is why you prepare yourself,
To object with a defensiveness.
And I just want us to exchange conversation.
Do you remember those times,
When that was the only thing on people's minds.
With a doing of that done!
Today people run,
In fear of it!
Believing someone solicits from them a payment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The New World
The gift and the curse
With this I'm spreading all my messages to the world.
One then the next
Another new pretext.
A systematic absorption through what I read.
Ideas all my own
A conversation with whole world at the same time.
Intriguing this must be to great minds
Imagine Edgar Allan Poe was living today
What would he write about?
Who would he talk too?
Would it be you?
Would it me?
Are you starting to see?
The great minds of the time stand before you.
People all over the world sharing in intellect.
Conversation with people twenty messages long.
This is the new world of the great poets, writers, and authors all rolled into one.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.
I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.
And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.
And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything Today Is In a Collective Bin
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose.
That attracts to their past actions.
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten.
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose,
To regurgitate from an hypnosis done.
That has enraged the minds of the blinded ones!
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten,
Just to indulge themselves in entertaining whims.
Not caring about others...
But them, them, them!
They wish to conquer and win.
But what?
Is the argument?
And from where was this insecurity fed?
That jeopardizes a security,
To bring upon their chosen soil...
Blood donated and shed!
'They fight to incite their on insanity,
Without consciousness or insight.
To where would they flee...
When the poisons have worn off,
Of their bitter thoughts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to Be Selective
Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!
Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.
Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!
Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.
And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.
With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.
Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Ask Your Grandmother
When time comes to replace the old,
With new adventures to address...
Those who are much younger,
Aren't familiar with those 'old' days...
Gone to reminisce to remember them,
Blissfully as perfect in ways to embellish...
By those romanticizing what today they miss.
As if they did not take them 'then' for granted,
With a wish to skip over them to dismiss...
As quickly as they came to leave to be gone!
'Grandpa?
How do you remember your childhood? '
~A lot of stupid people doing stupid stuff.
To leave their stupid mess to be cleaned up,
By those stupid enough to do it.~
'But grandma says,
Those were the best times of her life.
And she is reminded of it,
At least two or three times a week.'
~She did?
Well...
She must be talking about those times,
When stupid people weren't around...
To assist us to get you here.
And every moment we can get,
Incredibly enough...
Is still a pleasure.~
'What do you mean by that? '
~Be patient.
You'll discover that on your own.~
'Will I like it? '
~You will.
As long as you don't enjoy too much of doing it,
With stupid people.
I was lucky to find chemistry.~
'I HATE chemistry.
It's too hard.
I sweat through it all the time.'
~That's the only thing that 'still',
Keeps me liking it.~
'What do you mean by that? '
~Go ask your grandmother.
She will agree.
The sweating done is the best part,
To deliver just what is needed.
For us it is.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Nothings
(r. seit)
Uh-huh honey
All right
My baby whispers in my ear
Mm, sweet nothings
He knows the things I like to hear
Mm, sweet nothings
Things he wouldnt tell nobody else
Secret, baby
I keep it to myself
Sweet nothings
We walk along hand in hand
Mm, sweet nothings
Yeah, we both understand
Mm, sweet nothings
He certainly takes
The time to read my book
My baby, give me that special look
Sweet nothings
Mm, sweet nothings
Uh-huh honey
Im sitting on my front porch
Mm, sweet nothings
Well, do I love you?
Of course
Mm, sweet nothings
Mama turned on
The front porch light
And said
Come in darling
Thats enough for tonight
Sweet nothings
Mm, sweet nothings
Sweet nothings
Mm, sweet nothings
Sweet nothings
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Let Them Ban
Let them ban me from community
For praising the single almighty
I shall not fall in their trap
Even if they bash me and slap
Let them parade me naked in open
Offer lashes and wounds reopen
Let the blood flow and come out
I shall not stop to talk about
I shall profess for what I feel proper
I shall work hard and prosper
I shall silently pray and whisper
About his greatness and remember
Who can be great without his blessings?
Why all these has gone now missing?
Why people want to cordon him and mislead?
Where can we go now and properly read?
'You got to believe' he is one and only our lord
'You can't deceive' ours is only one and one god
I look here and there with fear and look at the cross
God you are witness and due to this we suffered a loss
Lord Mahavir* was poked through ears with long nails
Only fault that he could take no care of bullocks and failed
Like these many examples of our folly exist
I revolt openly and refuse to fall in line and resist
I shall stay among poor and suffer
I shall not mind if I have nothing to offer
I shall share dry bread and eat with their company
I shall never be condemned by powerful o, almighty
Leave me alone and force for no contempt
I shall never oblige and allow you to attempt
I shall believe one and only one
Not by either name or disliked by someone
Lord Mahavir was 24th incarnation of God… Jainism
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Traceur's Freedom
a Traceur is someone who does parkour/ free running
'Traceur's Freedom'
as i prepare for the day
i put my shoes on,
as the adrenaline starts to pump
i get up and run,
run like i have never before,
the sence of freedom as i volt ove3r the reail and run up the
wall,
as the people around me shake their heads
i continue running ahead.
the obsticles become easier and easier as the fear starts to
leave
for life is to short for this fear
God has given us a spirit of passion
not fear,
so do not fear
for whatever you do
smile in the worst of times
and remember He is right beside you
the life of a traceur
is not easy but fun
as my mentor says
'Go with the flow, and being a traceur will come with ease'
so do not stop whatever you do
for life only comes once
and is to short for fear to grasp you.
if you have a passion do it and
be free from fear
and remember He is near.
poem by Jordan Scown
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These Episodes Remain To Stay Played
Of course I am going to remember being insulted.
And being the butt end of loudly spoken jokes.
These episodes remain to stay played,
In the mind of the one they are directed towards.
Especially if one is chosen for this to be done,
On a daily basis.
Wouldn't you say?
Unless you are the forgetful kind.
And accustomed to degrading others.
Because it seems the popular thing to do!
And for many...
Not a few,
Their misdeeds are seldom forgotten...
To forgive!
And I happen to be one to believe,
There is no such thing as sincere apologies.
I just think some people become embarrassed,
When those they insult with intention...
Are discovered to be better people,
Than what had been rumored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bedlam and Evil
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
We need to keep the devil publicized...
And sadness on our faces and our eyes!
Well...
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
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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Pensioners
Pensioner
There are problems in the land and you are a pensioner,
austerity is like a sweat horse blanket that doesn’t dry.
Medicine old people needs are getting more expensive,
and come to think of it isn’t old folks pension to high?
Many young people think so as their old age is far away.
Look at them the smug old bastards, have no mortgage
to pay, they are no good consumers don’t buy furniture,
and have savings in the bank. The new society doesn’t
need people who believe in old values, what silly notion.
So tax their savings and their medicine so they can begin
to feel our pain. They had the best of times when work
was plentiful, they lived at a time of copiousness, so let
them try how it feels like to be young today.
An old lady, on Zimmer frame, was robbed yesterday.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Put It Down
Put it down!
Pick it up tomorrow.
It will be more relevant.
And then a defensiveness,
You now today hold that is senseless...
Will become easier for you to admit,
Without me being around to witness it.
Put it down.
Do not attempt to absorb any of this.
Your lack of comprehension,
Will only lead to an argument.
And just for the sake of peace and quiet,
I will pretend your thought process...
Does not inhibit your lack to exhibit understanding.
Put it down.
I am sure you will find some time...
To allow your mind to open.
And digesting what is being addressed,
Without me reminding you...
How disgusted you are with my directness.
And if I came to deceive you with sweetness,
Everything I said you would accept.
Put it down.
With me in your presence...
And handing you this message,
The only thing you will remember...
Is being upset.
Not by the message...
But by my presence you will not forget.
Put this down!
It will make more sense to you tomorrow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heartbroke
Now who wouldnt notice the fire in your eyes
Or the bitter direction of impending good-byes
Ive followed and folded, Im wilted in place
At the sight of you standing with streaks down your face
With your heart broke and running from the reason
You got your heart broke, dont give up on believing in me
Heart broke, who kept me from leaving?
With my heart broke
Now pride is a drag and a bore when youre lonely
Sheer madness prevails upon reason to you
But all is not lost, its only mistaken
Thats small consolation but I know just how you feel
With your heart broke and running from the reason
You got your heart broke, dont give up on believing in me
Heart broke , who kept me from leaving?
With my heart broke
Nobody said it was going to be easy
We all have feelings that need a softer touch
But nobody said that it would not be worth it
The human condition continues as such
With your heart broke and running from the reason
Youõve got your heart broke, dont give up on believing in me
Heart broke, who kept me from leaving?
With my heart broke, youve got me heart broke
song performed by by George Strait
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Times Like These Wont Leave
Oh it's amazing...
In these days and times,
People are still found to be...
In a deepened sleep.
And it's amazing,
In these days and times...
There are those still distant,
From believing.
And...
It doesn't matter if it's in their faces,
People are disbelieving.
It doesn't matter if it's colored blue...
People wont accept that color true.
They rather see it rosy and ready to bloom.
Yes it's amazing,
That people rather pack more on their backs...
With a closing of their eyes to facts.
It is amazing...
That people rather pack more on their backs,
With a closing of their eyes to facts and nap.
And it's amazing,
In these days and times...
There are those still distant,
From believing...
Times like these wont leave,
To keep them steadily creeping to be what they are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Far, So Pleased
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I had 2 get us stranded
If u know what I mean
Big scar on my knee
Begging 4 a kiss is such a dull routine
Still im...
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
So far, so fine
I find another beauty mark
With every glass of red wine
So fast the time
Everytime I have to go, I go and lose my mind
Its hard, okay
Thats what happens
When a boy and girl dont get 2 play
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
(yeah)
(come on, come on)
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I could spend the night and leave at 10:15
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
Ooh-ooh yeah
So far, so pleased
Oh-ooh
song performed by by Prince
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Sweating with Blistered Hands
I use to care with a doing.
And a sacrifice with a giving away of talents,
To prove my sincerity with beliefs a unity...
Was not a cause but an obligation.
After years of feeling this way,
And having those same voices today say...
'Things aren't the way they use to be.
When people cared about others,
And showed a caring of loyalty that was unquestioned.'
And listening to this with a realization,
How some people like to embellish their past.
Those same people who sat on their...
Fat lapses of action.
Are still hopelessly looking for direction,
From 'someone' who agrees to do things...
The way their ancestors did.
When being accountable meant...
Following behind someone,
Who joked and laughed with them all day.
To leave others assigned to work in the fields,
Sweating with blistered hands.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got to Notice...
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You may regret.Someone you've met.
Then get upset.
When they just turn, and walk away!
That's how it is today.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate with such rage....displayed.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You'll be hated anyway...
Today.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Each and every day.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
Snap or pop your fingers,
As you hip hop down the streets.
Today!
People display such a craze!
And it seems to be 'okay',
This way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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