Multi-Tasking
Okay!
I agree.
So I'm silly.
So I am ignorant, foolish and out of touch.
Is the emphasis on your assessments,
Delivered to bother me?
Or are they spoken to convince yourself,
Eventually I will accept you as an authority...
Of good taste you wish not to see go to waste?
Which is it?
Or...
Is this your way of seeking a companion to dominate?
And you are hoping that my willingness to listen to you...
Will feed an argument to manipulate my time?
With a dictating of beliefs to disturb a conflict,
Perceived by you to be identified in my mind?
Which is it?
You should know by now I have mastered multi-tasking!
And if you have not noticed...
I have an abundance of patience to deal with several distractions.
Don't leave.
I'm in need of your sense of humor!
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Women & Multi-tasking
“Women are great at multi-tasking” is just a myth!
To say they are would be the perfect crime!
“If women are so bloody perfect at multi-tasking,
Why can’t they have a headache n’ sex at the same time? ”
(Thank you Billy Connolly & MKP for your keen sense of humor)
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Up, Down, Inside And Out
Up, down, inside and out!
That's my relationship I have with God.
The She, He, or It of this experience.
And each day I awaken with this devotion on my mind,
Caring less who doubts with struggles to find...
A reason to carry their burdens on heavy shoulders alone.
Hey,
What can I say?
I can not argue with those who accept this condoned.
I am not about that.
Especially if I am here to do God's Will.
Without questioning the facts of that.
However...
If I am here to do that,
With a hunching of my back?
My love for God better cut me some slack.
Multi-tasking AND with burdens on my shoulders to bear?
Because someone else chose to put them there?
Oh no!
God and I are too close,
To AGAIN go through that experience?
I've already proven to God,
My willingness to do unnecessary things.
And with guidance I have identified my foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpredictable
You do not know me.
And each time you and others,
Do your assessments...
You become disappointed,
By the results you get.
Something you discover,
Offends your beliefs.
But no time have you spent,
Connecting your assumptions...
To a specificness that exists.
You do not know me.
And each time you and others,
Do your assessments...
You become disappointed,
By the results you get.
And you find yourself in discussions,
With others who assess...
Beliefs addressed,
Which have been confirmed...
By the uselessness of whispered innuendos.
And it doesn't bother me one bit,
To know this tolerance you live with...
Defines your own existence permitted.
And I can see how you qualify me,
As unpredictable.
It is a relief and I thank you,
For that determination....
You have researched.
Perhaps next time you will approach me,
And together we can converse.
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Silly. Foolish. And Sad
Silly.
Foolish.
And sad.
A predicament,
That has them fenced in.
A situation they began.
That now they wish,
Would quickly end.
Silly.
Foolish.
And sad.
With a defense,
That more offends...
Even those,
Who did not believe...
What was perceived as a simplicity,
Has resulted in them looking...
Worse than they ever have!
Silly.
Foolish.
And sad.
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Those 'Tit-For-Tat-I'm Gonna Pay You Back-Spats
I've experienced it.
I've witnessed it,
A countless number of times.
I've seen some put up with it.
And pretend that it did not exist.
For 'them'!
I've observed this being done...
And did not quite understand,
How could someone do harm to another...
And not expect a reprimand?
Or a reproval with a pay back...
Making sure 'that' pay back stands!
Hoping that an escalation,
Does not get out of hand!
I have learned as I grow 'wiser'...
AND checking looks on faces,
To determine 'if' I am aging gracefully!
Multi-tasking!
Yes...
Multi-tasking is 'key',
To catch those quick glimpses!
I have learned...
And 'this' needs repeating!
I have learned,
To leave a fool to do fool's business!
AND,
When I was left alone...
After this lesson taught,
I wondered to myself if the person who said that to me...
Was making a point I did not quite understand?
'Then'!
But I sure get the jest of it now.
Today?
I do the best I can not to raise an eyebrow!
Or play those 'tit-for-tat-I'm-gonna pay you back-spats',
Types of games!
I am much too old for that!
Unless...
I am provoked to expose my skills?
And 'then'...
Of course,
One never knows 'which' one...
Will be called upon to be used.
Not to abuse!
I wish to make that clear.
Not at this...
'Nurturing of love' stage of life!
But applied 'if' necessary to use.
And 'then' used right!
Discretion is always a factor....
When 'all' elements of repercussion,
Begin to fill a maturing mind!
With vivid imagination.
Especially when one reaches,
A certain...
Let's say,
Enlightened state of being
Preferred!
And is surrounded with a peace of mind...
Free of desires to want to deal with fresh BS!
Although the concept and temptation,
May tease with an invitation!
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Leave It Alone
When you feel it in your gut,
Something is not up to snuff...
Just leave it alone.
And if you see someone sweating,
Bundled up and in a rush...
Just leave them alone.
Don't bother to find,
If they're stoned to the bone.
If you see something that looks out of place,
Just leave it alone.
And if you see someone laughing with a smile on their face,
Just leave them alone.
Don't bother to find,
If they're stoned to the bone.
There is something on their mind only they condone.
If there's something in the mix that can't be fixed,
Just leave it alone.
Don't try to be the center of something that's a misfit,
Just leave it alone.
See it as it is to then go home.
Don't try to find a reason or a rhyme to define.
There's no sense today of any kind.
Everything is done to blow a mind.
If there's something in the mix that can't be fixed,
Just leave it alone.
If you know for you there is no benefit,
Just leave it alone.
Accept it as it is to then go home.
Just leave it alone.
Leave it alone.
If there's something in the mix that can't be fixed,
Just leave it alone.
Don't try to be the center of something that's a misfit,
Leave it alone.
Accept it as it is to then go home.
Leave it alone.
Leave it, leave it, leave it alone.
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Lifted From Deep Sorrow
You came to leave.
Not stay.
You came to do as you pleased.
And then when you were done,
You were off to another one to 'do'.
You came to leave.
I was hoping you would stay.
I wanted to believe this was your wish.
But you just came to sniff and lick.
And I held onto foolish dreams...
You could not fulfill if I wished!
You came to leave.
Not stay.
You came to do as you pleased.
And then when you were done,
You were off to another one to 'do'.
I sat thinking of you,
When you were gone and through with me.
I wish I could not feel you grieving.
But I do!
I was just like you...
Before I cut my pain loose.
But your pain,
You desire to keep remaining in the gutter.
You came to leave.
I was hoping you would stay.
I was hoping...
Something you saw in my eyes,
You would recognize...
Had been lifted from deep sorrow.
But you never looked up...
To witness my approval of your 'business' visit.
I was satisfied...
Yes!
But never regard me,
As a client wishing for your return!
I am seeking someone to specialize my needs.
And although you are good...
I do not think of you as the one to qualify,
As a fireside companion!
When my embers burn...
They do so,
For the one who chooses to stay...
As we together ignite those sparks.
And you...
Are just a quick flicker.
To leave me ablaze,
Before you decide to go out!
And I am no longer about that.
I have a lifetime of logs left to simmer,
For the one who comes...
And enjoys what we can together sizzle!
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A Wish To Do With A Want To Touch
A wish to do with a want to touch,
Has to have no distractions.
And lessons learned,
With a yearning to know...
Must be attached to desire to grow.
OR dreams will be left never to be revealed,
To leave those believing all that is needed,
Is a squeezing them out of a pillow.
A wish to do with a want to touch,
With a craving to taste as if needed so much.
Eventually comes to satisfy,
The one who makes it happen.
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Who Eventually Pays For This?
If it was that simple...
Why the need,
For a depth of explanation?
Or one's lost of breath,
To add sensation?
Who eventually pays for this?
And at whose expense,
Are minds finding this time to waste.
'We'll exclude yours as moments of waste!
Since whatever it is results in your deduced reasoning process.
And has attracted your 'pro-rated' analysis.
So at least something of an exchange has been to your benefit! '
Thank you.
I am 'almost' impressed.
But I am not here to review my clarity!
'Then why bother?
It is obvious your needs,
Have been identified.
And are not here to be pleased! '
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I Was There Myself
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
My tolerance you accept,
As an approval of your nonsense.
I am just more patient.
And have more than you will ever know.
My willingness to listen,
To your petty conversations...
Is a hope you will comprehend,
Just how small you make that world you live in.
My suggestions that you live and let live,
With a letting go...
Comes from experience.
Not because I believe there is so much I know.
Your mind is limited and fixed in stubbornness.
Then to me you complain,
About your attempts to convince...
With an acknowledgement foreign to common sense.
And to learn one has to listen.
But your issues and insecurities,
Are excuses you use as a defense.
I was there myself!
That is why you are so obvious.
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
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Sense And Sensitivity
I try to keep an open mind
for things that cannot be defined.
Foreknowledge and telepathy,
anything extra sensory.
Clairvoyance and clairaudience,
which seem to use a different sense
from the five which we all use
It seems we aren’t allowed to choose
Levels of sensitivity.
are distributed randomly.
Although we try we can’t deny
that some unwritten rules apply
That these wild talents do exist
That’s why belief will long exist.
We can’t present proof positive.
All the evidence we can give
is anecdotal at the best
and fails all scientific test
Administered by tight closed minds
absorbed in prejudice which blinds
to any possibility.
Which they can’t touch or taste or see.
Although I do not understand
I cannot dismiss out of hand
Abilities which some possess.
but are reluctant to express.
Because they do not want to be
Subject to foolish mockery
You are convinced it can’t be true
and you refuse to listen to
any opposing argument
Your mind tight closed you are content
to live your life in ignorance
. Ascribing everything to chance
A choice you are entitled to
if you prefer a blinkered view.
Because some things can’t be defined
I much prefer an open mind.
I can accept quite easily
not every body will agree.
There’s so much that we do not know
about the human mind.Although
it seems to be illogical
I think nothing’s impossible.
08/04/2009
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Temporary Guests
Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.
And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.
Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.
This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
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Misfit Beatings
I take a beating for my needs!
I kick myself and sit in despair.
I need a love of mine right here,
Not 'there'
Behind someone's closed doors,
Like a whore who disappears
Doing whore chores!
Seeking fresh pieces...
To admire and adore.
Then suddenly reappear?
At my door?
As if that's not clear,
A 'respect' was ignored.
I take a beating for my needs!
I close myself off...
When open I want to be.
I want to unleash this love and release,
But someone I trust must receive...
And be pleased to be with me.
Or I will go on denying,
It's pride I feel from a wounded heart!
And not from a touch I long to feed,
From depths surfacing seeking a fresh start!
Alone I groan...
And take a beating,
For my needs.
I know what I want...
But I'm not getting it with ease,
And that is upsetting.
So much so,
I have been on my knees!
I take a beating for my needs.
But sorrow does not come to share them.
I may take a beating for my needs...
Knowing what I want,
Will be what it is.
When it comes to give fulfillment,
That is complete without self deceit
To relive...
Or surrender!
And come for me with a goodness,
Meant to be.
I take a beating for my needs...
To one day taste the sweetness,
Delivered just for me!
To one day taste the sweetness,
Delivery just for me!
To one day taste the sweetness,
Delivery just for me!
I take a beating for my needs...
And in the meaning of this feeling,
Repeated it will be...
Until I have the will and strength,
To set myself finally free.
I take a beating for my needs.
I know that more and I can see.
I'm not as eager to punish,
Or as quick to accept defeat!
I take a beating for my needs,
I do!
But I do it to clean the slate...
For whoever arrives when that time comes.
To mate.
For whomever that will be,
To help me forget
The foolish things done!
To free myself finally to enjoy fun.
When that one comes and stops my urge,
To end my misfit beatings...
Inflicted with such fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolated And Distant They Are Detached
There are so many people out of touch,
With life, themselves, others and their surroundings...
That the word 'Reality' could be painted ten feet tall,
On the side of a jumbo jet...
And they 'still' would try to convince those viewing it,
What appears is not yet in their vision to believe.
That's how isolated and distant they are detached,
From themselves, their minds to accept the comfort...
Of living in denial and rejection.
'Get away from me.
You are always talking with negativity.
These children today are no different than we were.
They are just seeking to be hugged and loved.
It is foolish to suggest they express disrespect,
Because they lack discipline, identity and a swift kick...
Where it can be felt.
I have always shown my kids by example,
They can do whatever they please.'
I agree.
Where are you going?
'Both of my 'babies' are in prison.
I am bringing to them some cookies...
To ensure them I am in their corner.
And to let them know,
I understand them completely.'
What a good parent you are.
'Thank you for noticing.'
It's the 'system' isn't it?
'The what? '
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
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Pure Rationalisation for Friend Thad
A fly has been annoying me.
Persistently and constantly.
My conscience bids me not to kill.
But damn it all I think I will.
That fly will bother me no more.
I killed with a single blow.
I had endured it patiently.
At least an hour maybe more
It pestered me insistently
I had to even up the score
That fly will bother me no more.
I slew that fly intentionally.
It left me with no other course.
Perhaps in time I’ll feel remorse.
Though at the moment I feel pleased
That wretched fly is now deceased.
That fly will bother me no more
though I’m afraid my conscience will.
Sometimes we sin because we choose
although we know we should refuse
and listen to our inner voice.
That bloody fly gave me no choice.
That fly will bother me no more
I killed it quite deliberately.
I know I sinned and must atone
The fly would not leave me alone.
The fly not I caused the offence.
I think my argument makes sense.
The fly will bother me no more
Its death was more than justified.
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Gimmick Twist
With tried and tired images,
Marketed to boost a drifting morale.
Limits are not given to a gimmick twist.
Used to provide a lift to a sliding confidence...
Shifting from fantasies!
Many bred and thirsting as their realities.
And they must be kept,
In a conformity supporting deceptions believed.
If they are swept into a revealing truth...
Where would this leave,
Those drugged on concepts.
And teased by falsities...
Those behind the scenes,
Are hoping crushes those left...
And out of breath,
To spread the advantages...
Of re-enforcing,
A higher consciousness!
If one should leave their comfort zones...
Where restrictions placed at their doorsteps,
Welcomes an intended implementation...
To distract with an attraction,
To self inflict a mental disease.
Condoned!
Of course...
They will never find their way back 'home'.
Or recognized the cleverness,
Used against them to disturb their rest.
And...
Coming easy and quick!
To appease the taste for conflict of all kinds.
Absorbing,
Independent thinking minds with teases.
Hoping a taste will satisfy an addiction,
With a needless but craved wish...
For a waste that slips from their reach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Never Listen To Me
You say not now, its too late
Nows not the time, it can wait
You never listen to me
Some things are hard to forget
Its time to do something you might regret
You never listen to me
I think that you must be blind
Havnt you noticed that Im not around
Waisting your precious time
All that I want
Is knowing that someone will notice me
I cant go on
Knowing that you never bother to listen to me
Losing the will to survive
You never act like you know Im alive
You never listen to me
All that I need
Is knowing that someone remembers me
I cant go on
Knowing that you never bother to listen to me
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I've Learned To Agree
If I express with a courtesy and respect I give,
Naturally.
I overhear whispers spoken
Of how phony I am.
And my caring is not sincere.
If I ignore those I suspect,
Have nothing else by conflict to address.
I overhear whispers spoken
Of how phony I am.
And my caring is not sincere.
If I am alone and by myself,
Since it is a peace of mind
I enjoy and wish it kept.
I overhear whispers spoken
Of how phony I am.
And my caring is not sincere.
And
If for no reason,
I laugh out loud when in a crowd.
I overhear whispers spoken,
He cares about nothing but himself.
He will not even share with us,
What it is he finds so funny.
He's nuts!
And I've learned to agree,
With those who have their own beliefs.
To keep a peace of mind discovered.
From escaping away from me.
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It Is Time To Leave Them Alone
The moment it has been noticed,
That a people have accepted their conditioning...
To remain confined and limited in mind,
With excuses to make to stay that way...
Down to Earth to express pretentions,
In insecure and hypocritical ways obeyed.
It is time to leave them alone.
A process to awaken poses a threat to them.
And anyone suggesting,
They should stretch their consciousness...
By experiencong something different and fresh,
Is whispered and gossiped about trying to do their best...
Of being better than everyone else.
It is easy to observe,
People defiant and what they approve.
The proof is in what they accept!
And what they choose with their time to do.
'I can't stand them.'
~Why? ~
'Listen to the way they talk and walk.
How they dress and express themselves.
And the things that they do...
That are separated from us and the rest.'
~You mean speaking with clarity?
As if they are proud and have identity?
And they seek to know more about their surroundings,
To increase their minds and can not be defined as ignorant?
With a moving forward to discover truth and reality?
And being criticized doesn't seem to bother their integrity,
Since unity means to them being freed from stupidity? ~
'I can't stand them! '
~And I can see why,
They have decided to leave you alone.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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