Learning to Live My Life
Does that apparatus,
Provide you with a sense of status?
Does the way someone dress,
Immediately impresses you...
To provide that 'image'
You may choose or refuse to select?
With a hope for a beginning,
Of a thirst that does not finish...
From its first taste.
Wishing it not to ever be quenched!
To discover this for you becomes a preferred routine...
Only to get bored with the same familiar scene?
Me too!
However...
I did awaken one day refusing to do,
The expected.
And rejecting to become accepted,
On someone else's terms!
Learning to live my life,
Free to be me.
And finding it cost effective...
With no approval to be earned!
Or emotions left to pamper,
When they've been scorched...
And wounded from a burn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amazing Those Possibilities Uncovered
How do I deal with my issues?
Head on.
That's easy for me.
And cost effective.
Than to pretend my life is free...
Of obstacles.
In some sort of protective net.
Hidden as if I can be selective.
As if my life is free of taking risks.
Only to expose those 'risks' taken,
As if they are preferred friends.
Later to discover I had been dismissed.
To start a long journey all over again.
And I've never been close to deception.
I've learned to inspect every step I take.
To reveal to myself what is real and what is fake.
Nor do I live with delusions.
I use to welcome them with a wish to want more.
But I've found that too high of a price to pay.
And today...
Seeing things as they are,
Has shorten my need...
To make long acceptance speeches.
With impressions of my abilities.
Eyes would widen in disbelief.
And,
Since I do not receive those invitations anymore...
No one has a clue or an idea,
How much that has been a relief.
And none of that did I had to beg or borrow.
Or seek approval from anyone,
To choose my own atmosphere...
With fresh air to deeply breathe.
Acknowledging the significance of the Sun.
It is amazing what dealing with one's own issues,
Can bring.
It is amazing those possibilities uncovered one sees,
In the welcoming that restores a mind set free.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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You Have Heard This Before
I've earned the right to be anything I wish.
To moo on a farm like a cow in heat...
Or sit as a bull watching TV,
With channels beamed from a satellite dish.
If I were to wear stiletto heels or football cleats.
None of that I choose to do,
Will be awaiting in a patientness for an approval...
From you!
And I am sure you have heard this before?
Since the reciting of this sounds too familiar.
Leaving me feeling unchallenged,
And bored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing For a Window to Open
You want to sit,
Wishing for a window to open.
To provide a fresh breeze.
And you'd like for someone to do this for you...
As you continue to do as you please.
You rather have the Sun,
Rise on a schedule you condone.
While you confine yourself behind closed blinds...
Peeking to see,
If it is there prepared to be shown!
You want to be served a happiness,
Based on your terms...
And with a degree of sweetness.
You want what you want,
When you choose to want it!
But you will not lift a finger...
To remove the dust you trust,
Will keep intact an excused motivation to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undecided
The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!
Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.
But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!
And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facts of Life
It's to be understood.
Not discussed.
To do so will bring upon shame.
A certain digust,
Will lead to finger pointing and blame.
That's why when it is mentioned...
There is a rush to hush it!
There may be claims made,
To defame those proclaiming their righteousness.
And the status of those
Who have established themselves...
As household 'names'.
It is best to leave this gossiped.
Best to play the rumor game.
It is best to whisper this in ears.
To let it simmer first to ignite the heat!
Then pass unnoticed through the streets...
While observing those who did not know,
Engage in a flaming rage...
As their tempers flare and increase!
Leaving are those who chose to maintain their silence...
To live their lives with peace of mind.
And doing that in discreet.
Being uninvolved!
Finding to be concerned a waste of time.
As they have learned.
To keep their peace.
To live among those who react...
Without exploring the facts of life!
As known.
And not assumed to suspect.
Or allow it to be condoned!
This conditioning process observed...
Is left alone.
As they watch those select,
From offerings presented.
And rejecting the rest to go neglected.
Resenting,
Lessons one needs.
But choosing to refuse any test...
To broaden a limited consciousness.
And behind they are left and kept,
To protest in a collective ignorance digested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Startling Is The Sharpness Of Its Shocking Knock
Sugar-coating realities,
Has left mentalities...
Desperately searching,
For alternatives to provide...
A familiar taste upon which to feed.
And the high cost in maintaining delusions,
Is getting closer everyday to losing an effectiveness.
A delivery of unwrapped packaged facts comes,
On those doorsteps unfamiliar with truth.
And startling is the sharpness of its shocking knock.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave It As It Is
Diffuse it.
Refuse immediately to be teased.
Recognize when you are being baited.
And do not premeditate,
A nibbling of it to taste...
To eventually become displeased.
Leave it as it is.
There is no need to hesitate in waiting,
Wondering if the one who baits...
Will come to realize,
You are someone to prize...
And not one to foolishly waste.
Diffuse it for that which establishes value.
Refuse immediately to be teased.
Recognize when you are being baited.
And do not premeditate a nibbling of it to taste.
To then be left feeling remorseful,
Because of a decision you chose yourself to make.
Leave it as it is.
Save yourself from the crying of tears.
Save yourself from something that appears,
Devoted to commit...
When there is not a hint of any evidence of it.
Diffuse it with a refusing to be teased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As was to be expected, the discovery of the nervous apparatus of the salivary glands immediately impelled physiologists to seek a similar apparatus in other glands lying deeper in the digestive canal.
quote by Ivan Pavlov
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Aint 'Bout to Give It Up No Time Soon
What do you want?
An experience to please,
In an escaping escapade?
Do you wish someone to comfort you...
As you go through a period of boredom,
In a relationship.
No longer blistering with excitement?
What are your needs?
And please don't say a lack of affection!
I've gone through that before myself.
Only to discover my own selfishness.
How do I survive without companionship?
That's easy!
I listen to people like you...
Prepared to cheat on their spouses.
And when I return home...
I am glad I don't have to confess,
To a place I am blessed to declare all mine!
And I can walk around naked if I so choose.
Feeling thankful and suspicion free.
And if 'anyone' wants to deal with me...?
Believe me it will be on my terms.
This happiness I've earned!
And I aint 'bout to give it up...
No time soon.
So...
What expectation are you anticipating?
Daily discreeted meets?
Or a fling or two during the week?
I don't accept sleepovers.
I'm reserving that...
For someone who comes along.
And unexpectedly can curl my toes.
However...
You wouldn't know that.
Especially if you sought a donation.
And I was in the mood to provide a charity visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Families are the tie that reminds us of yesterday, provide strength and support today, and give us hope for tomorrow. No government, no matter how well-intentioned, or well-managed, can provide what our families provide.
quote by Bill Owens
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Bored
Hear me spit on you, wither i
Remold into gold and bury I from - sun
Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe ill
Be born and simplify - the way I lie - before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored Im bored
Repent by you and trust to figure out
I burn that gift to you - doll and let it shine before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored, I wish for a real one
Fit and confide, before me or i
I will come clean, it gets worse - its more
Get bored, I get bored, I get bored, a wish for a real one
Get bored, get bored, get bored, I wish for a real one
song performed by by Deftones
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Firms need to ensure that their ability to provide effective customer service keeps pace with their growth. If you're marketing your firm to new customers, you better be able to provide them service when they do business with you.
quote by Arthur Levitt
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We Are Near Life's Finish Line
I feel happy for you mister on your huge superannuation payout
You've earned it so you can relax that's what life should be about
You and your wife can dine out better now and drink more expensive wine
Yet you and I only one thing in common share we are near life's finish line.
You tell me you worked as an engineer for the local council and you earned good take home pay
But you had to provide for and raise five children that's life or so they say
Still others on less than half of your wages raise their big family
And many must live till the day they die in abject poverty.
I do wish you well mister may your retirement years be great
Though you I won't be out golfing with and I'll never be your mate
You are just a well dressed fellow with your wife walking in the park
Though your dog doesn't seem to like me and at me he always bark.
Our lifestyles seem very different but that can be said of most
And I won't be there on your birthday for your happy birthday toast
But we share one thing in common with the vegetarian kine
The Reaper for us is waiting as we are near life's finish line.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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Many Seek Status
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
One based upon truth and honesty!
Many seek status.
Like an apparatus to mask.
Perhaps with hopes,
An acceptance is passed.
Or something that is approved...
As a test or a task.
If a status is proclaimed,
With wishes to keep one connected.
The time will not be long...
Until someone comes along,
To define that status wrong!
And pursued at the expense,
On one's identity...
That is compensated usually,
To eventually dispense.
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
With a peace of mind,
I am glad to find...
Based upon truth and honesty!
And anyone who does not see it that way...
It is okay.
I am not going to debate it!
I am not in the pursuit of status!
To attract materialistic dreams.
With shine, sheen or gleam.
As a first time passenger on my journey...
I seek only God to please.
With deeds.
And a gratefulness to do so.
Many seek status!
And perhaps,
For them...
That is what God has assigned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Façade
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
But today a substance is more in demand.
A quality that expresses a genuine-ness...
Is a preference wished on fading deceiving scenes.
A success that impresses is slowly detected.
Folks today are seeking basic ways to live.
Finding themselves to be happier...
In participating in donating their deeds.
When that is done they quietly leave,
Without a need to make pronouncements.
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In It And Not Of It
Being in it and not of it,
Can still nibble away at one's gut.
Being distant and cut off from it,
May prevent one's suffering.
But...
Those memories have a way to linger.
And emotions felt deep,
Are never too far away.
One can choose to refuse to acknowledge them.
But how far away should one stay,
Without being followed...
By what has been experienced.
Or the degrading taking place,
Of that which has been observed.
And accepted by those,
Who have chosen to dance...
Effectively around its existence.
As if to glorify the remnants,
Of its staying power to remain unchanged...
To improve upon appearances,
With an approval that appeases.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The True-Blue American
Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American,
For he was a little boy who understood America, for he felt that he must
Think about everything; because that’s all there is to think about,
Knowing immediately the intimacy of truth and comedy,
Knowing intuitively how a sense of humor was a necessity
For one and for all who live in America. Thus, natively, and
Naturally when on an April Sunday in an ice cream parlor Jeremiah
Was requested to choose between a chocolate sundae and a banana split
He answered unhesitatingly, having no need to think of it
Being a true-blue American, determined to continue as he began:
Rejecting the either-or of Kierkegaard, and many another European;
Refusing to accept alternatives, refusing to believe the choice of between;
Rejecting selection; denying dilemma; electing absolute affirmation: knowing
in his breast
The infinite and the gold
Of the endless frontier, the deathless West.
“Both: I will have them both!” declared this true-blue American
In Cambridge, Massachusetts, on an April Sunday, instructed
By the great department stores, by the Five-and-Ten,
Taught by Christmas, by the circus, by the vulgarity and grandeur of
Niagara Falls and the Grand Canyon,
Tutored by the grandeur, vulgarity, and infinite appetite gratified and
Shining in the darkness, of the light
On Saturdays at the double bills of the moon pictures,
The consummation of the advertisements of the imagination of the light
Which is as it was—the infinite belief in infinite hope—of Columbus,
Barnum, Edison, and Jeremiah Dickson.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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I'll Prepare the Kool-Aid
I am called a nonconformist
Because I choose to be who I am...
After finding myself.
They are still waiting for approval and acceptance.
Something certified to help them feel worthy.
They believe I seek membership,
When I approach them as they gather...
Waiting patiently in line to pass inspections!
All dressed to impress and practicing their speeches!
Someone from 'inside' directs me to come immediately...
I am expected the voice inflects.
Someone yells out, 'How can he go before us?
He's not dressed for the part! '
I offered apologies for being late to those inside who wait!
Looking back at those with pretentions on their minds,
And turned up noses captured on them all the time!
I responded, 'I am here on business. Not to masquerade!
Many of you are here earlier than expected!
After I'm done...I'll prepare the Kool-Aid!
Spiked...
Just the way ya'll like it,
And...on the rocks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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