Lewdiology
Nothing done did,
Is what is perceived
As an actual act portrayed
Although believed to have taken place!
You see...
'IF' a confession admitted
Occurs prior to public scrutiny
And not revealed until discovered...
That said confession did not happen!
AND...
'Should' just go away.
That it doesn't...
Is not the fault of the perpetrator!
Or,
The predator!
Depending on the status of the doer!
And social standing.
You see...
Proper legal representation,
Obtained...
Can and will change the occurrence!
Eventually erasing the guilt quietly...
And restoring standards of dignity professed.
And lapses into the 'lewdiology' one performs,
No longer exists as observed.
No matter which bathroom one selects,
To test airport security.
Furthermore...
One with credentialed standing,
AND experienced in fine wine and dining...
Can and should use impulsive anxiety,
As a means to describe such behavior
As a misunderstanding!
A search for softer tissue!
And the touching of feet not bared or toes shown...
Is not an implication for solicitation!
But a mere expression of toilet seat approval.
Showing fingers under stalls with signals,
Also are signs to indicate comfort.
Alleged acts of impropriety are absurd!
Especially when embossed business cards,
Are displayed!
No matter who's badge has been 'flashed'
First...
For embellishment purposes.
And...
What occurred would not have happened,
'IF' those who caught this misdeed taking place...
Had worn sunglasses,
As to not to interpret this action as 'gay'!
It's appalling to be subjected to these witch hunts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Telling It Like It Is Offends
Whether embellished by the use of implication.
Whether embellished by the use of assumption.
Whether embellished by the use of innuendo.
A double entendre has been done to purposely do.
And whoever has done that to you,
Has probably made a career out of doing it.
My advice?
Unsolicited,
Is this...
Double entendre them too!
And witness the benefit.
They wouldn't know what to do.
At least you will be conscious of it!
And that is the advantage of acquiring knowledge.
To know 'something' AND be conscious too,
Is like packing a secret weapon.
Expose yourself to something different...
Anything,
You did not know before.
The downside of refusing an opportunity,
To obtaining a knowledge...
Is as dangerous as selling a bag of weed,
To a cop undercover.
the moment a badge is flashed...
A connection occurs.
However...
You did,
Once that deed was done...
Acquire a knowledge,
That was instantly transmitted.
Like...
To open a closed door,
Doesn't mean your mind is receptive.
Your ears may be shut off from listening.
And your eyes not prepared to focus.
Leaving everything in your head,
Subjected to being victimized by scrutiny!
And to be scrutinized caught off guard...
Shakes a nervousness seen throughout the body.
And to enhance, decorate, ornament to adorn or beautify,
With words to captivate attention...
Is to exaggerate.
With...
Implication.
Assumpt ion.
And...
Yes,
Innuendo!
But to call any of these activities 'lies'...
And spoken to masquerade truth to 'charade',
Would infuriate the one falsely delighting in spotlight.
And forced,
To 'think'...
With the giving of some unexpected time to do it!
A telling it like it is,
Offends those unconscious someone else is aware...
Of their every move,
Without the need of an explanation to interpret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thick At that! ...And Glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
If you talk about someone
In a negative light,
What makes that which is expressed,
Alright to dance on gossip licked lips?
Thick
At that...
And glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
We know of no one's true feelings,
But our own.
No conflicts inflicted will be felt,
With a depthness known,
No one knows...
Who's in bed with who,
And who is left alone.
But there is no stopping,
Having a fling or two
With someone new.
Who knows what to do,
With a stiffened bone!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
How much has been changed
To arrange point of views,
By those who discreetly
Do what they do!
How much admitted,
Actually exists...?
Has driven misfits
To even more exposure.
And Rod Sterling has passed...
To worlds beyond Twilight Zones.
And he was very comfortable,
With discussing 'possibilities'!
If it is worthy to admit
Situations believed to be unfit...
One must sit and evaluate,
Being in someone's business not theirs...
How much actually exists?
And whoever committed an admission...
Please admit it!
So we can move 'that hell',
Away from here and us.
And perhaps that 'thick-and-glossy' act
Has been given to attract minds,
Off course!
And all the time.
Will be chased to another place.
And heads here can begin to erect first,
With perception.
Instead of inflated egos wishing to sweat.
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
Well that all depends
On how well the re-enactments
Are delivered in a heightened freshness!
And the staleness is forgiven,
Of prior performances claimed.
Thick at that,
And glossy had more rumors to spread.
That's how she kept her lips supple!
And prepared to use if she had to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't The Change Already Evident?
The more expense of persuasion spent,
And the actual acts of facts put into place...
To chase away doubt and those paying,
With debates displayed and tossed about...
To convince there is some sense being made,
Has been less cost effective to change perspectives...
Of those standards valued and the quality of one's life,
Has slowed that slide downhill at a speed everyone observes...
Is increasing in momentum and not turniing around.
Regardless who has the experience in business.
Or who advises a community a unified effort is better served,
If all participated in change!
Isn't that change already evident everyone is participating in?
And who has not felt the wind while going down on that slide?
Even those still in deep sleep are finding it hard to catch their breath.
And no one expects gold trinkets under their feet,
Everywhere they step.
Not in their best kept delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Picture, Near It Or Close To The Frame
No matter what is said,
To another with words believed understood...
There will be a misinterpretation,
That is explained to someone else...
For that person to comprehend,
Within the limits of what they have experienced.
And everyone knows those experiences are different.
And if an experience is limited with no sense to make,
Eventually there will be yet another someone...
Who becomes offended,
By what was intentionally not meant to escalate...
For anyone else to hear in the first place.
But in small towns,
Nothing is left as it had initially originated.
'I just want you to know,
I heard what you said.
But I'll go ahead and forgive you anyway.'
~What did you hear that I said?
When you weren't there or in the conversation.~
'It doesn't matter.
Although you could have come to me first.'
~But what I said wasn't about you at all.
Nor were you,
In the picture, near it or close to the frame.~
'That's not what I heard.
And you don't have to explain.
I'm not into photography.
Or words I heard you want to now change.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Does Not Matter #2
it does not matter- if you're getting old
it does not matter- if you're skin and bones
it does not matter-if you're old and gray
it does not matter-if you go or stay
it does not matter- what people say
it does not matter-living day to day
the only thing that matters, is that
you're alive today
and you'll fight whatever comes your way.
never give up on yourself
for you have no one else.
age is with us to contend
age is something that is not your friend.
it does not matter- if you had a good life
it does not matter- if you're contrite.
no one really knows the true life you've led
and if you deserve to be in a bed.
and if death is at your bedside
in' GOD' you must confide.
HE is the only one that knows what
you've been through.
so confession is what you have to do.
but! it does not matter
if you confess or not
for he has your graveplot.
so ask forgiveness for what you've done
to' GODS' only son.
poem by Louis Rams
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In The Rain
There is such confusion in my mind
To play your illusion is so unkind
I didnt know who you were this afternoon
You said that it didnt matter and Ill see you soon
Standing here in the rain, maybe the weather will change again
Change again itll stay the bleeding same
How I met you in the first place Ill never know
But now I think I know you you;re telling me to go
You said youd be back told me to wait here just incase
But then you never arrived and Im waiting outside your place
Standing here in the rain, maybe the weather will change again
Change again itll stay the bleeding same
Standing here in the rain, maybe the weather will change again
Change again itll stay the bleeding same
There is such confusion in my mind
To play your illusion is so unkind
I didnt know who you were this afternoon
You said that doesnt matter ill see you soon
Standing here in the rain, maybe the weather will change again
Change again itll stay the bleeding same
Shame
song performed by by Madness
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What Would Be The Purpose
Taking it to falsify someone's character,
Eventually results in the discrediting...
Of the person making adverse comments.
Not only is the person who has been defamed,
Discovered not to be the person believed to have been known...
But also those who become aware of this,
Realize the only information they get about anyone depicted...
Has never come from the mouths of those,
Who are themselves the 'horses'.
You know what I'm sayin'...
Those who actually lay down their own life track.
That information has always been given by someone,
Running their mouth giving opinions to have others quickly believe.
And doing it as if they've been annointed an authority.
Whole families have been ruined by people like that.
People who are jealous and lie about the actual facts.
When people eventually meet someone who has been scandalized.
Their actual personas aren't accepted.
In fact,
It is perceived they are in disguise.
'Why do they act like that? '
~Act? That's who they are.~
'That's not what I've been told.'
~Well...
When was the last time you had a conversation with them? ~
'I've never had a conversation with them.
What would be the purpose? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified To Do
The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.
Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.
People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.
The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Light Is Shown
It is in the atmosphere...
Coming fast to awaken and clear.
There is a dose of truth that blows upon us!
It doesn't matter who tells it now.
It is there for all to see.
All lies once told by those who controlled...
Descends as 'one' reality!
No one will escape this fate that breaks,
And shatters what was believed to be!
Deceptions crumble into dust and is replaced,
In the face of unquestioned and uncertain force
Churning with speed and pace
Dropping into proper place...
Upon those in disbelief scurrying in disgrace.
Like a rat caught unexpectedly,
When 'light' is shown and exposes it nibbling,
On something preferred...
With habitual taste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lay Down and Die
I'm still standing strong.
You just cant break me.
No matter how hard you try.
I will not lay just lay down and die.
With so many happy endings,
ı just want mine. Your out there,
ı 'm out there.
Can ı t not be any simpler.
Lets get together and
Just have a good time.
For ı ts all we need.
To live ı n harmony.
I'm still standing strong.
You just can't break me.
No matter how you try.
I just won't lay down and die.
With so many happy endings wheres mine.
Don't patronize me by saying everything going to fine.
For ı already know.
So lets get going.
Move with the stars.
The signs are already there.
So don't despair.
The energy ı s already here.
Cherish the moments as they won't be anymore.
I'm still standing strong.
You just can't break me.
No matter how hard you try.
I just won't lay down and die.
With so many happy endings.
Where mine? Getting so far,
Losing all sense of time.
Breaking the rhythm and
How things sync and rhyme.
Just for something new,
Just maybe something very special so ı t seems.
What ı s our destiny?
Its kind of scary.
Are you looking right through me.
I'm still standing strong.
You just cant break me.
No matter how hard you try.
I just won't lay down and die.
Oh oh die, die, die
I wont lay down and die.
With so many happy endings.
Wheres mine? Wheres mine?
All ı want to know ı s where ı s mine?
Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah oh yeahhhhhhhhh.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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When Oneself is Known
In the finding of self,
It matters not where or when it is done.
In the finding of oneself.
That 'is' the achievement that comes,
One has won.
And in the finding of self,
Perceptions of others.
Of who that self found should be,
Can not be compared to a comfort known within.
That begins and no one else can see.
But what is known that comes eventually,
Is a feeling that is centered.
And from a core that is believed.
Leaving wherever the place one goes,
Not a place to seek in the search for self.
When oneself is known this shows.
And 'in' no one else,
Can one find self to be shown.
So many seek different environments,
To qualify what they can not identify inside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standing Alone
You don't know the place I come from.
I'll leave you standing alone!
Standing alone.
You don't know the place I come from.
I'll leave you standing alone!
Standing alone.
Don't ever try to lie to me.
I'll leave you,
Standing alone.
Standing alone.
Or hide in your eyes you deceive.
You'll be,
Standing alone.
Standing alone.
You don't know the place I come from.
I'll leave you standing alone!
Standing alone.
You don't know the place I come from.
I'll leave you standing alone!
Standing alone.
Like a game of one on one in hoop,
You'll be playing alone.
Playing alone.
Or hiding in the bushes too!
You'll be hiding alone.
To be left on your own!
You don't know the place I come from.
I'll leave you standing alone!
Standing alone.
Don't ever try to lie to me.
I'll leave you,
Standing alone.
Standing alone.
Or hide in your eyes you deceive.
You'll be,
Standing alone.
Standing alone.
Don't ever try to lie to me.
I'll leave you,
Standing alone.
Standing alone.
Don't ever try to lie to me.
Or hide in your eyes you deceive.
You'll be,
Standing alone.
Standing alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Offends
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
Or do something done,
Without being consciously attached.
I use to be the one to forgive and forget.
No matter who said what to me.
To show no concern or expression of a regret.
And I would laugh when publicly,
I was shown nothing but disrespect.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
Well those days do not exist for me anymore.
I say what I mean and if it offends,
I let others know immediately...
Being provoked I don't consider to be a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Saw It Coming
All of the things
That happened just so I can be here
Who's pulling the strings?
Do I have company?
'cause I'd like to think
That I'm in control of my own destiny
All of the signs begin to point the other way
Who would have known
That I'd be standing right here next to you
'cause I never saw it coming
Who would have known
That I'd get control of things I do
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened anyway
Maybe it's me
Or maybe there's something more to it
I believe what I see
'cause seeing is believing
And I like to think
That I'm in control of when and how I go
What if I stepped outside
And I got blown away
Who would have known
That I'd be standing right here next to you
'cause I never saw it coming
Who would have known
That I'd get control of things I do
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened to me
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened anyway
Happened anyway...
Happened anyway...
I never saw it coming
I never saw it coming
(Happened anyway)
I never saw it coming
I never saw it coming
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened to me
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened
Who would have known
That I'd be standing right here next to you
'cause I never saw it coming
Who would have known
That I'd get control of things I do
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened to me
And now I know that everything
That's going on around me
Is meant to be
They're gonna happen anyway
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Standing There In The Rain
Standing there in the rain
crying through the pain
Standing there in the rain
its so dark no one thought
Standing there in the rain
i watch how all disappears
Standing there in the rain
i dropped to my knees
Standing there in the rain
no strenght to believe again
Standing there in the rain
i wish i can breath again
Standing there in the rain
Im no longer there
Standing there in the rain
wish i knew what to do
Standing there in the rain
the dark is waiting for me
Standing there in the rain
im getting stronger
No longer screaming
no longer believing
Standing there in the rain
i see someone staring
Standing there in the rain
its when the war began....
poem by Priscilla Colon
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My Confession
Maybe youve noticed how I linger by the door
Looking for ways to hang around
I never felt my moment ever show itself before
But Ive got to speak or lose you now
Chorus:
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine
If you dont know that Im alive
I confess to you
My love for you
Hell never say the words Ive rehearsed a million times
Or stop your tears before they fall
Hell never even try to put his thoughts of you in rhymes
His heart is barely there at all
Repeat chorus
I have always believed somehow
Id be standing right here before you now
Hoping the last breath I take
I take in your arms
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Put Those Binoculars Down
No one should ever judge a book by its cover.
Since the content,
Seldom depicts what starts from the beginning...
To the end of it.
And some people interpret,
What they wish is to be believed.
By researching an author's background...
Or seeing something that reminds them,
Of a fantasy they've kept perceived.
And some people will keep their perceptions,
Kept!
No matter what is in between the pages...
That may expose them to depth.
Since many prefer to gossip.
To dispel the truth to have their delusions met.
With ample embellishment...
To invigorate the interest one expects.
'Let me tell you what the real deal is.
And I put this together,
As I slept.
Put those binoculars down!
What I have for you is as fresh as fresh can get.'
This allows them to create what isn't...
With an ability seen like no one else has exposed yet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Status anxiety definitely exists at a political level. Many Iraqis were annoyed with the US essentially for reasons of status: for not showing them respect, for humiliating them.
quote by Alain de Botton
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Do Not Misinterpret My Lack of Concern
Please do not misinterpret,
My lack of concern...
As a fact shown,
By my confession of it.
You can,
If you wish...
Interpret it,
As a thoughtful non-involvement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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