Narrow Is This Kind of Mind
Narrow is this kind of mind,
Who 'assumes' its own behind...
Can be placed in one's view easily.
And observed to be significant,
When there is a hint of a sodom sleazed.
One is assumed to have done to please.
The only thing that is projected,
Are thoughts of neglected hygiene.
Filthy and unclean.
Especially if one's underwear...
Is prioritized and seen,
As an appealing 'asset'.
Appearing in public scenes.
If pants can slip and dropp quickly...
What respect is left to pride?
When none is obviously kept inside!
Can one expect to receive what's not accepted.
Especially when one condones self neglect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed To Be What It Is
Whatever is,
Or has been...
The most significant thing in one's life,
And this one has prioritized?
Reflects the attention given to it.
It is observed to be what it is.
With any credit mentioned,
For whatever content may be discussed...
Due to who or whomever is responsible,
For that which is noticeably apparent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Around and In the Skies
They could leave one million dollars,
At my doorstep.
Believing I'd accept!
But for them I have no respect at all.
I have no respect for those
Who make others suffer and crawl.
I have no respect for those who have neglected
Other human beings.
To have them be demeaned in public scenes.
I have no respect for them or their evil deeds!
And I am not alone...
There are 'spiritual deities' who too aren't pleased.
And they have arrived...
To end deceit and lies!
Look around and in the skies.
They come.
And they are not in disguise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Sex
Went too fast
way too soon.
I feel disgusted and you should to.
Its no good when all that's left is the sex.
The sex.
[Pre chorus]
sex has become all I know about you.
Memories of those filthy things we do.
There's not one single thought that is left
after sex with you
[chorus]
should've left my pants on this time
song performed by by Limp Bizkit from Significant Other
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That One Who Condones Assumptions
One who leeches and perceives,
They can not mooch off another...
Because it is believed,
That person has nothing to offer...
Or bring to the table for that one to feed,
And eat to feast freely...
Assumptions are kept.
And that person is left alone.
However...
When it is discovered a person can impress,
But refuses to address it...
To leave that to go unexpressed or addressed,
That person...
Who may have been the same one,
Sitting alone to condone assumptions...
Often becomes pestered by the ones,
Who 'thought' there was nothing there to mooch.
But there is always one thing known,
By that one who condones assumptions...
A peace of mind that has been earned and not borrowed,
Will never be nibbled upon to feed anyone...
Who first knows nothing about respect.
And yet expects...
Not to be suspected to be a selfish and self centered leech.
A wisdom obtained,
Isn't always something exposed and known...
To be part of a public domain.
And often it is best,
To play and hold one's cards...
As close to the chest as they can get.
Especially in some environments,
Where expressing disrespect to others...
Is not only accepted but expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Rembrandt
As in that twilight, superstitious age
When all beyond the narrow grasp of mind
Seem'd fraught with meanings of supernal kind,
When e'en the learned, philosophic sage,
Wont with the stars through boundless space to range,
Listen'd with reverence to the changeling's tale;
E'en so, thou strangest of all beings strange!
E'en so, thy visionary scenes I hail;
That like the rambling of an idiot's speech,
No image giving of a thing on earth,
Nor thought significant in Reason's reach,
Yet, in their random shadowings give birth
To thoughts and things from other worlds that come,
And fill the soul, and strike the reason dumb.
poem by Washington Allston
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Result of Your Creation
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Although it has come to confront...
You rather grunt in irritation.
Nothing about its appearance,
Stirs within you a contemplation to explore...
The origin.
You rather ignore it.
Just like everything you do that is done.
Everyone has begun to notice the crumbling...
Coming to do what has to be done that stuns,
But you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor do you wish to know,
It is what you reflect and your neglect
Has left it to grow!
To bring some to weep and many to sow.
Whether or not you accept it to harvest...
Does not affect the effectiveness of the trap.
And the setting of it,
Accepted or not is too damaging for you to take back!
Turn your head on that if you will.
But it is still a result of your creation!
A devastation of a planted ignorance...
You believed would bloom into fruit you would eat!
Like quick sales of stolen goods on urban streets!
Your mindlessness comes back to defeat you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Either you are too blind...
Or being ignorant is a desire you wish,
With a hope others will find in time!
And that time is not too far from your behind.
Unfortunately...
It is your mind that has come to find these times appealing!
With every denial you bring.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed As If Cemented
Those who remain with wishes,
To see things as they would choose to view them.
And not how things are.
Since things are the way they have been...
Unchanged and unbending.
Fixed as if cemented.
There is nothing to say,
To those like that.
Those who disbelieve,
Things are not as they are seen.
But 'should' be the way they would 'like'?
That is alright.
Do not frustrate in argument with them.
Your time...
Not theirs,
Is to mellow like fine wine.
Know this!
Others who have had these 'things'...
Just as they are and wish to leave them that way.
Defend their points of view.
Despite what it is you do.
Whether you condone what is done or not.
And it is difficult to get that across to some people.
But not for the few!
Who have chosen their own lives to live.
And have chosen to do the best they can...
To assist,
With any apparent awakening...
Some stand by and expect.
However,
If things as they are as observed are accepted...
By those affected.
And they wish things to be just the way they are?
'Left-a-lone! '
It is better to leave what is seen that way.
ALONE!
Turn away from it and live one's own life.
Frustration free and nurturing one's peace of mind!
Unless?
There is always an 'unless' involved.
Unless...
One has desires to remain in darkness!
And argue about the prospects,
Of a light that could shine...
Between two ears already known closed.
Optimistic people love the concept of options!
Although,
Some narrow minds will never open that wide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Did You Expect?
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
When I heard your words,
I didn't object but accepted.
My mind is at total rest.
What I gave to you,
Was my all and best.
And the only thing you showed to me,
Was a disrespect.
My dignity and pride,
I will always protect.
And I thank God,
I did not allow you to come near them.
It wont be me awakening,
To a cold shoulder I did not expect.
You will be the one receiving that...
From the next one and the next one...
And all the others,
You thought would love you...
Better than my best!
And being 'done' by the likes of you,
Has given me a sense of complete rest.
you have no idea how much you've been spoiled.
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
I know who I am.
And you will discover that,
When you are shut out unwanted...
To stand alone on someone's doorstep,
Whining like a wet puppy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed With Comprehension
With failure wished upon others,
Comes failure granted for all.
To support the success for one,
All doing it will witness the benefits.
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
But those proceeding with their own needs wished,
Forget one tree has many branches...
And if many leaves begin to fall from it,
Those believing they will not be affected...
Will find they too have no tree to cling to.
As the tree will remind what is left behind,
Is that which nourishes all to benefit.
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
One slice of pie,
Can not be tasted...
If the oneness of it is not baked.
And many will never come to see,
How the greeding to feed only their needs connect...
To affect and flourish their own nourishment expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fed to Forget
No matter if you are poor or rich,
You will be scrutinized as tax fit.
And if you choose to see an analyst,
Be sure the analyst lives in your district.
And ask to help make sense of this...
Why are soldiers and teachers,
Never the ones to profit or considered to benefit?
When they are the ones to protect with interests...
The minds and bodies of others!
And the first to receive,
An observed disrespect!
And they are the ones that should receive the highest pay,
Anyone deservingly should get.
'Priorities have long left those,
With neglected mindsets!
Fed to forget...
Who makes it possible,
To feed and digest their spoiledness.
As they kick to the curb,
Those who keep protected their urges.'
There is no wonder why veterans and teachers spew,
Such pent up bitterness.
Leaving soldiers homeless and public schools a mess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
poem by David Harris
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Respect To It
Respect to it has more than a one sided way
Do not expect the respect of others if respect to them you don't pay
You treat other people as you'd like them to treat you
And in turn they will give you the respect you are due
You may be the wealthiest and most powerful person in your town
And you feel that you have the right for to put others down
And others respect you or so to you it does appear
But between feigned and true respect the difference is quite clear
Despotic leaders believe the masses them do revere
But this sort of feigned adulation is adulation through fear
To protest in such circumstance they'd be risking their own lives
And the lives of their children as well as their wives
If you do not respect then respect do not expect to receive
Just a known fact of life that one ought to believe.
poem by Francis Duggan
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In Every Crooked Crevice to Be Crannied
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
Where sexual aids are televised to satisfy pleasures.
In prime time or anytime one views!
It seems extremely immature,
To believe those who currently 'sleep'
With a releasing of their 'needs'.
With same sex partners.
Would 'not' do so...
IF laws restricting such activities,
Were suddenly implemented...
To prevent consented wishes!
Or...
Would lower a rising divorce rate.
Complicated by domestic abuse issues.
Although beating someone to death,
Is more accepted.
Just as it is perfectly okay...
To take someone's life,
Because a lost job was the excuse.
Or getting behind the wheel to drive and then kill...
Is considered more redeemable,
Than the smoking of 'pot'...
Inside one's home!
Our prisons seem to reflect,
What is or is not condoned!
The smoking of weed...
Has seldom received,
A life sentence behind bars for manslaughter.
Although those judgements made,
Are not mine to pass.
Nor...
Will a return to moralistic values,
Never realistically practiced.
Be prioritized by those whose eyes,
Are on someone they would like to screw.
When and where they choose.
Regardless of charaded public appearances.
Unless those 'appearances'
Were made in nakedness.
And the thought of some folks having sex,
Entirely clothed...
Would be more appropriate to suggest!
Men limped wrist,
Or women wearing lipstick...
Are more often than not,
Representative...
Of the people they are perceived to be!
Looks can be deceiving.
However...
There is no imagination experienced,
That would allow some people to be seen undressed.
No matter how gifted one's interpreted vision.
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And to be openly gay or not...
Has nothing to do with the popularity of decadence!
Blinged...
Or exposing cracks of butts of those whacked out!
~Pants on the ground! Pants on the ground!
Looking like fools with their pants on the ground.~
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And that's not discreetly being done undercover.
That's seen and marketed...
All over the place!
In every crooked crevice to be crannied!
There to twist a snooping neck.
To offend in opposition.
Or defend as one's right!
To express their obtained happiness.
Lived and fulfilled,
By someone that excites their delight!
'Excuse me...
I know you feel it is your right,
To expose the hair on your behind.
However...
If you don't mind,
I'd appreciate it if you do not stand...
With it so close to my face.
On this crowded bus.
And if I must say...
I so appreciate the fact you showered,
And/or bathed.
That's very considerate of you.
Remember...
Never fight your right,
To experience your hygiene.
Day and night.'
*Don't worry about it.
THIS is as close as you will get.*
'What?
WHAT? ?
Please! '
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
A quality of life observed in broad daylight...
Is more convincing than whispered words,
Share between frustrated gossips!
Or those uptight by the sight of their lost opportunities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maintaining Of A Maintenance To Do
A tilting of a cart allowed,
By those too busy...
Hobnobbing and riding inside of it,
Until this means of reliable transportation...
Becomes unfit for those familiar,
And it one day quits.
This can also be applied to relationships,
Too many have come to take for granted.
With the valuing more of 'appearances'.
When anyone or anything has been left neglected,
And a maintaining of a maintenance to do...
Has gone to become disrespected,
Expect the familiar to one day NOT provide...
That giving and showing of accustomed support.
Ignored warning signs will suddenly come to abort,
That which has come to be 'assumed'.
Leaving those who should have been conscious of this,
Wondering what they did or could have done much too late.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind The Scenes
It never ceases to amaze me,
How those behind the scenes...
Continue to play their infantile games,
To create rivalries they wish to perceive.
And the only thing they do achieve,
Is to leave themselves looking stupid.
And unaware of what is and what isn't,
Kept significant...
In the minds of those who have accepted,
Maturity as a way to live their adult lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Should Have Known Him In The First Place
he is not what you think he is
he is not a bridge, neither is he a river
though he claims himself to be
but it is not what and how you understand it
a bridge of a rainbow
a river of souls
it is not as literal as a collection letter
neither is it a fantasy of the Cinderella shoe
you are given a hint
a foreword
a cinder, a hoe, an ere
it is not like the kind of thing that you hold and grip
it is something that you see and slip
like a kiss on the hair not on the lips
nothing is committal but more like the life
of the transmitter
something blurs but becomes clear sometime
but not for long
something that you doubt after you are made so sure of it
something that you find and then lose
classic yet cheap
harmless yet at the end causes you
an excruciating pain
cancer that you think benign
but so much of a malign
a tough thought that those of that
which kills and
yet redeeming
you are lost i know in pondering
but that is what this game is all about
i pick you up and then dropp you
like the way you dropp them all too
hot potato.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Few Came to Socialize with the Baker
~There's an 'old' player on the field.
One who has yet been revealed,
As appealing with significance.
But...
Significant this player is.
Significant to 'that' which lives.
Under the current circumstances.
And the benefit to 'whom'...
Those significant looming circumstances,
Come to grow and groom.~
The easiest thing to do...
For those in positions of leadership,
Appointed and likeable too.
Was...
Not to create opposition,
For those elated who appreciated...
A charading done in masquerade.
When favorite cakes are baked to taste...
Those waiting in anticipation,
Can be counted on to celebrate.
But...
When that oven is finally turned off,
And the aroma of baked cakes fade away.
People once patient,
Begin to show a disrespect.
With a desire to twist the leader's neck.
And a stirring of the masses begin to rise!
When the incompetence of the leader...
Catches all by surprise.
What now becomes prioritized,
Is what has happened to the funds?
And why no one accepts responsibility...
For paying bills that has not been done!
~Has the baker taken ill? ~
No one had ever questioned,
The credibility of those 'appointed' to lead.
Or an ability to think.on feet...
To keep a sinking process,
Now believed and seen as getting deep.
Those looks of impressions,
Seem to be consciously addressed.
Those dressed impeccably with images given...
Are lost to define leadership qualities felt to express.
However...
Everyone knew the taste of good cake.
But very few came to socialize with the baker!
Or knew a thing about what the baking of a good cake takes.
They just came prepared to eat.
Feed pretentions and agreed to meet.
Slap a few backs in 'glad-hand' chatting.
Before exiting with pocketed money arrangements.
Then to hop in luxurized cars to leave!
~There's an 'old' player on the field.
One who has yet been revealed,
As appealing with significance.
But...
Significant this player is.
Significant to 'that' which lives.
Under the current circumstances.
And the benefit to 'whom'...
Those significant looming circumstances,
Come to grow and groom...
Is lost.!
And the baker has stated to the candlestick maker...
'Let them try to do this again.
Without paying 'upfront'...
Every cent that is due us,
In unpaid dividends! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud to Have Themselves Treated Like Children
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
I give them credit for putting that label on me early.
I had always been a maverick.
And accused of not being down to Earth.
You know the kind...
Blind by accomplishments,
That provoked and stirred.
You know the kind...
Proud and dignified.
From the ghetto but bestowed with self worth.
You know the kind...
Trying to be somebody,
When those around me...
Were satisfied to be clowns and jerks!
Enacting sterotypical images,
Without self motivation.
Or identities to exert!
You know the kind...
Those who complain about their lives.
And proud to have themselves,
Treated like children.
And disrespected like dirt!
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
Look around you!
Those that are accepted...
Have neglected themselves.
And are totally conditioned to live fenced in!
Undisciplined with no respect.
For themselves or anyone else!
As they are taught to appreciated their own neglect!
And this is what they believe,
Are their true identities they wish to perceive!
Fed to them as they crave and eat!
And skillfully done...
With a purpose to ignore,
A welcomed self defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song: When Thy Beauty Appears
When thy beauty appears
In its graces and airs
All bright as an angel new dropp'd from the sky,
At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears:
So strangely you dazzle my eye!
But when without art
Your kind thoughts you impart,
When your love runs in blushes through every vein;
When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,
Then I know you're a woman again.
There 's a passion and pride
In our sex (she replied),
And thus, might I gratify both, I would do:
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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