Naughty Bought
They were taught,
They ought to learn.
To invest in a consciousness...
Valued and earned.
To be self respecting.
And reject temptations yearned.
But being naughty bought them,
Into the spotlight.
And they sought attention!
They could not be swayed away,
Or from it turn.
And that is why...
They choose to expose breast, nipples and thighs,
For fun!
Realizing they are paid when they are done.
In places where urges stray!
And 'hopefully' there are no priests...
OR satisfied nuns,
In the the darkness getting 'some'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Risky Business
Respecting others in some places,
Can be a risky business.
Especially in climates,
Where thieving and feeding one's greed...
Is the first thing one is taught to address,
With a few scriptures to learn and quote...
To denote one's religious affiliation.
Respecting others in some places,
Can be a risky business.
Since expressing it is attached to weakness.
And people who believe someone is weak,
In atmospheres like this...
Are often the butt-end of jokes.
Until they are provoked to then be labelled crazy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perverted Urges
Peruked from a time,
When masquerades were the rage.
And little boys and little girls...
Satisfied their fancies.
The elders curbed their perverted urges.
Under burlap, hopsack and lace...
And replaced later by silk and houndstooth,
To disguise their heated lusts...
And naked tastes for a screw in the hay!
Discreeted with the best of principles projected.
Those perverted and peruked.
Sweat!
With standards of lives...
And an etiquette!
Oh yes.
And today,
As those centuries have long passed away!
Those perverted urges are still there.
But faded are those standards...
Yet
Attempts are made,
By some who try to keep temptations hidden!
While butts and thighs...
With tattoed breasts!
Are clearly exposed and on display!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Existing For Many
Which reality not accepted,
Existing for many...
Yet for some,
Refused and denied!
Why is it that those deluded, are given attention.
And those who seek truth...
Seem to be abused by deceit,
To be tricked and consciously lied.
And why is it 'that' which is observed,
Gets less respect...
Than the nonsense we've been taught to praise.
And why is it some days are confusing to others,
When all of us have been teased...
With addictions we crave.
Daily those temptations are sought,
With the acknowledgement we buy what we've bought...
Knowing that the price solicited,
Is one too high but we still agree and then overpay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easily Spotted When On The Move
I've been taught not to buckle,
From a cursing done.
Or fall on my knees with anguish,
When my way is blocked.
And my steps become delayed,
With expressed dismay.
None of my dreams seemed,
To have been dangled like a carrot...
As if to tease until someone believed,
I had earned the merit...
To be the 'me' I have paid the price to project.
And not a stage or spotlight did I seek.
Who knew such decoys would be effective?
Only I knew what I sought to reach!
Perhaps those that did not know that,
Planted obstacles on the wrong road to teach.
Or the path of my choice...
Was not suspected to be the one I chose!
Or one that I could successfully complete.
Either way,
Naysayers are easily spotted when on the move!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memorabilia
what do your nipples look like)
wherever i go
i take a little piece of you
i collect
i reject
photographs i took of you
well times i passed through
so many faces
so many places
i have got to have a memory
i have never been there
i have never had you
i can't remember
give me your reminder
i collect
i reject
memorabilia
(now girl..only it's flavor..bow down here)
keychains and snowstorms
the taste of your sweat
the look in your eye
i have been inside you
i know what it feels like
(wet as it is..the whiter the honey)
i collect
i reject
memorabilia
(goodies come in here all day)
give me your reminder
i can't remember
i collect
i reject
memorabilia
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Who Keep What I Feel Felt Real
As described by those who are now mired,
In dire straits.
I am sure the pain felt is real.
I felt the same way about my own.
And when I healed,
With the understanding how that was done...
Those now with long faces,
Were nowhere to be traced.
Most of them were racing...
From mall to mall.
With shopping as the agenda.
And with those expressed feelings,
From a few to show me I was still someone...
In their hearts and minds.
I realized this...
They are the kinds of people in my life I prioritize.
They are the kinds of people in my life,
Who keep what I feel felt real and me alive inside.
At the top of my list they are.
They are the kind of people I need not think twice,
To shower with my full respect.
The rest?
I wish them all the best.
They are not of my concern.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
No masquerades, charades or disguises needed.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
And with that between us known...
Apologies expressed are few and limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Situation Vacant
Suzy and johnny were happy
Earned enough to pay the rent
But johnnys mother-in-law had too much ambition
And this made johnny very upset
So to keep his little mama satisfied
He went and bought the weekly classified
All for peace and quiets sake
Johnny gave up his position
Just to please his mother-in-law
So he left the job where hed been all his life
He left and turned his back on door[? ]
Now hes looking at the situations vacant
Situations vacant
Just to keep his little mama satisfied
He went and bought the weekly classified
All for peace and quiets sake
Then he had to leave the apartment
And sought a less plush residence
And poor suzy and johnny had to skimp and save
Just to help to pay the weekly rent
So to keep his little mama satisfied
He went and bought the weekly classified
All for peace and quiets sake
Johnnys got no money
Got no where to go
Johnnys in a great big hole
Suzys separated, living with her ma
Now little mamas satisfied
song performed by by Kinks
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Like You Have Earned It
You do nothing at all,
But want to get paid.
And this you insist!
All you want to do,
Is play a childish game.
With sweetened innocence.
Then you want to lay up and sleep all day,
Like you have earned it.
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
Oh...
You do nothing all day but want to get paid.
And this you insist.
All you want to do,
Is play a childish game.
With sweetened innocence.
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After failing four times and after working for other people and realizing that nobody paid attention to the food like they should have, we wanted to just pay attention to the food and service.
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Theroretically
God instructs me in the thunder
and speaks to me in wind and rain.
He corrects me when I blunder
and sets me on the path again.
My God expects that I will try
to live my life the way I should.
I sometimes fail I can’t deny.
Because I have misunderstood
that the temptations offered me.
Are lessons from which I should learn.
I have the choice my will is free.
All men are tempted in their turn
Though men should know instinctively
to listen to that still small voice
which whispers to them quietly.
When they are forced to make a choice.
My God can speak to me direct.
He needs no intermediaries
Which is the reason I reject.
All of religions theories.
What I believe holds true for me
although it may seem wrong to you.
Its just another theory
you can reject if you wish to.
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When 'They' Choose
No one,
Can turn a fool into a scholar.
With one on one instruction is refused.
And everything one can do has been done...
No one can turn a fool into a scholar.
Because a fool,
Will always claim something they know...
Gives them reason,
To not comprehend with an understanding...
The purpose to pay attention is in the moment.
Not when a fool decides,
They will do what they please...
When 'they' choose!
To do a nothing but make excuses,
With a blaming someone else...
For not having the patience to make them learn...
When 'they' choose!
And 'they' will always choose to be fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lazy and Dazed
People want to get paid.
But do not want to invest...
Their time,
Or patience.
Or a discipline that is stressed.
They want their temptations fed,
With embellished sweetened treats.
They prefer not to sweat at all...
Even if it means,
An opportunity is there within their reach!
They will stay lazy and dazed,
By their own delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disgruntled 'Wannabees
Disgruntled 'wannabees',
Voicing their critiques to leave...
Are unaware they motivate,
Those who await their premeditated hatred...
To express with confessions,
A wish to live someone else's life.
Without a hint or a clue,
What another has gone through...
To spend a few moments they have earned,
To stand momentarily under a spotlight...
Every moment of their life,
That has been desired and yearned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Clearly Understand
I have been blessed with several talents,
I could have earned a dollar from.
And drove around in a Bentley...
To park in front of my home in Baldwin Hills.
And leading a life free of paying the usual bills.
Many an argument I had with God.
Who sought to block my temptation to greed.
'You will do as I say!
Not as you please.' God would say over and over,
To me.
And today I clearly understand,
Why God selected me to write...
With a communication done that fits His will.
In a giving I can now appreciate.
As a value is placed not too many can duplicate.
Earning and obtaining a higher consciousness.
With a witnessing of the power of God.
And a stress free mentality...
That lets God do what God does best.
Realizing God protects those who addresses His wishes 'First'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Lust Poem) A Devil To Lust
The devil blinks her eyes.
Then gets undressed in another bed.
She rocks it as only a demon could.
Round after round.
Fast then slow.
The places she makes you go.
Deliciously evil from every taste, touch, and desire.
This girl just poured some gasoline, struck a match, and lit the place on fire.
With an attitude of I'll beat you the hell up.
Kick your a double s.
To a figure satan couldn't have design her better him self.
Seduction as this eye candy turns heads.
It becomes a competition.
And she loves every moment of it.
She desire blood.
She a naughty naughty vampire.
She getting off on all attention.
Drawn to it.
A magnetic attraction.
A life paid for.
Everyone wants her.
But never will her love be permanent.
Because all she know is lust.
A succulent kiss to lure the men in.
The money flows.
But they still have to go.
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Quia Absurdum
Guard yourself from the terrible empty light of space, the bottomless
Pool of the stars. (Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.)
Guard yourself from perceiving the inherent nastiness of man and woman.
(Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.)
Faith, as they now confess, is preposterous, an act of will. Choose the Christian sheep-cote
Or the Communist rat-fight: faith will cover your head from the man-devouring stars.
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Underneath The Cream
Wait a minute...
Turn the, turn the phones up
Yeah...cool
Lookin' out the window of a big black limousine
Thinkin' bout your thighs
Wishin' I was somewhere in between
In one single motion
Deep inside your ocean
I just wanna be
Underneath the cream
Can't stop thinkin' about ya'...thighs
Somewhere in between
That's where I wanna be, that's where I wanna be
Underneath the cream
You and I
Somewhere in between
Your thighs
Cell phone, passport
All your inhibitions
Spread out on the floor
(Deep inside)
Deep inside your life-givin' ocean, sugarpop
Rests my consciousness just a little more
Is what I wanna do, babe
So talk to me
Don't get me started
Come into this wet dream-eternal
Pretend I am you and teach me without shame
Take my hand, put it in the place
That turned you out the most last time you came
Useless deliberation, the beast of frustration
Trust me, I know
Somewhere in between seven days and nights
That's how far, baby
You wanna go?
Underneath the cream
Can't stop thinkin about ya'...thighs
Somewhere in between
That's where I wanna be, that's where I wanna be
Underneath the cream
You and I
Somewhere in between
Your thighs, your thighs
Somewhere in between this wet dream, it seems
I never shoulda let you go
Now that you've returned I yearn to learn
All the feelings you never dared to show
Come into this wet dream eternal
Pretend I am you and let's, Oh
Somewhere in between, I dream/Underneath the cream
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Whatcha waitin' on baby, tell me
We can do this thing, yeah
Underneath the cream
We need to get right down
Cuz I got something
Groovy groovy groovy...
(Groovy underneath the cream)
It's groovy underneath the cream
Underneath the cream
song performed by by Prince
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A Risk Taken Unforgotten For The Archives
To split or not split wrists...
Seems to be such a self indulging understaking.
However...
It is the taking of risks,
And witnessing others stirred up in fits...
That eliminates the wish to end one's existence.
To privately decide to say goodbye to life...
Is so anti-climatic.
If one is seeking drama...
There is nothing like taking centerstage,
With spotlight.
And giving those in attendance,
The best mooning you can do!
With that done...
Will indeed become,
A risk taken unforgotten for the archives.
And one,
If the spotlight hits right...
Will not offend,
But achieve the attention sought!
And maybe a round of applause...
If what is seen has been deemed attractive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father
It was my father who gave his
shoulders to make me ride.
In his arms and on his thighs
felt above all and pride.
Being head of the family
he was strict on discipline
Paid exclusive attention
involving with children.
His love, his guidance
paid significant role;
in my development
and getting my most goals.
To become a real human
he taught the lesson.
Always supported financially
for career and education.
Living with him learnt:
in the world, how to live.
Traits and techniques of life
most I learnt from him.
In return of love and affection
whatever I give is less
Pray the Father of Universe
bless my father happiness.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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Never Burn a Bridge That Has Been Easily Given
You've lost your job and home,
The respect of your spouse...
And now your kids roam,
All over the place with hoodlums.
Since they wish not to be alone.
And I am quite surprised you've come to me.
I've lived for years on a fixed income.
And my life is lived basic and happily.
You told me once I had a life you could not live.
So glad I am blessed to have it...
And sorry to learn your life is the way it is.
I am sure there will be many lessons,
You will come to learn.
There was one you taught me yourself.
Never burn a bridge that has been easily given.
Especially one you did not earn.
And constructed just for you to cross.
Since one never knows,
When the desire to cross it again will be yearned.
But a connection has been lost.
'That's a lesson I taught to you?
I don't recall saying that.'
You don't have to!
It was my lesson.
And you were there like you are right now,
To keep it fresh as if just taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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