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Not Prepared To Delve

Making attempts to relate to anyone,
Who has not been prepared...
To delve below the surface,
Is too time consuming.
And certainly not worth the chase.

When someone is ready,
To strip themselves bare...
Unafraid to expose a blemish or two,
That is the one a discussion about life done...
Is the most exciting conversation to have.

Identifying nonsense stated to regurgitate,
Like playing a game of show and tell...
Of that which can be readily observed,
Is a mind focused on events,
That have long outdated their purpose to exist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Found A Way To Stay Protected

I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.

And telling it like it is,
I discovered eliminated conflict...
To keep inside to confuse ideals.
And those lessons learned taught to me,
Were real and created my appetite...
To crave the need to keep my peace of mind,
Kept delicious.
And it is.

I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.
And it has found a way to stay protected,
From close inspections wishing to monitor...
On a daily basis.

Let me share something with you.
And I am going to keep it basic and quite simple.

I could care less what you think.
Or how you arrived to express an opinion about me,
My activities or the size shoe I wear.
I have not crawled on my knees to appease your assessments.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The biggest mistake

With the palyful gait of a chid,
i was playing with my friends,
in the rocky hill and sand,
With all might i was playing the game.

All were busy pushing, pulling, running,
I too was doing the same,
but my attention was driven away from the game,
The sight of a playful goat was alluring me away.

The sight of the shiny black goat,
made me thought to chase and play with it,
But the goat was not ready to do the same,
so i was running fast to chase.

Its unwillingness to play with me,
was making me crazy to play,
So i was running with a frenzy,
to catch it with all my might.

I didnt realise what my chase may lead to,
my mind was filled with the only thought of catching it,
and running away from my mad chase,
It met its death inside a well.

Till date and every date of my life,
I regret and will always do so,
till the end of my life for my mad chase,
My mad chase leading to an innocent death!

poem by Winnie Angel
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An ever-relished chase

It has been a long chase
For something or the other
Over these years

As a kid it was a chase
For toys and play things

As a student it was a chase
For marks and ranks

As a youth it was a chase
After career and growth

And later it was chase
For getting the right life partner

The chase continued
For off-springs’ upbring

It was later to chase
For helping children settle

Ageing made me chase
For cure from illnesses
And other physical malfunctions
Yes,
It was a long chase for
Something or the others all these days

One understanding dawned in me
That
You will not get that
Which you have not chased
And
You will not get every thing
Which you have chased

Even if you get the object of your chase
It is not going to be in that form
In which it was when you started the chase

Unfruitful chase proves frustrating
Fruitful chase exciting

Wisdom will tell you that
The pleasure is more with the act of chase
Than getting hold of the object of chase
Holding of the object of chase
And sustaining its charm
Are essential after the end of chase

Very likely, chase for objects of
Worldly significance
Takes away your energy
And a lot of time elapses
Before you get in possession
Of your chase-objects
The duration at times is so large
That you wonder at the end of the chase
As to what for this object has been chased

The one chase which
Has the least probability
Of ending and
You hardly get hold of the
Object of chase
Is the
Chase for self-actualization
Or self-realization
This is the chase after your spirit
That kept you going all these days
And that will keep you going
Till that time when you away

Spiritual scholars assure
That this chase is really exciting
And remains so for any long
Whether or not
You come across what you are chasing

Develop a taste for such a chase
As this chase
Never makes you tired
But helps you remain balanced, cool
And unmindful of happenings
Around you

It is indeed an ever-relished chase

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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To Be Somebody's Hero

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.

Those who get a whiff of this,
Try to hide their blemishes.
And flaws they cover to dismiss,
A heart that wishes to please.

And...
Alone they seek to be.
Eventually.

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
Yeah.

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
And,
At times they can get deeper.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Referees?

I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?

And then there are those,
Who say they're always prepared.
If it doesn't come,
Whatever they are prepared for...
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?

'Just in case! '

Just in case?
Just in case of what?
Someone discovering,
They are a descendant of Mother Goose?
And the shoe they all lived in...
Was found to sit on an oil field?
And they have inherited wealth?

I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?

I was told as a child to always do my best.
Because you never know...
What's going to happen.
And have clean underwear on!

The clean underwear I understand.
The rest of that I don't!
What's going to happen?
An 'accident'?
Well...
There goes the clean underwear theory!

What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
For whose benefit?
And when you are ready to deliver...
Will what you have prepared,
Be suitable for anyone's taste that is declared?
Suppose you know you have been ready.
And 'they' don't care how much you 'suppose'.
Who referees?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed Like This

Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.

Choosing to regurgitate a repeated point of view.
And feeling stuck without adventuring...
Beyond the familiarity of daily complaints.
Is a mind fixed like this within a self centeredness.
With wishes for nothing else to do.

Assessing itself to have no outlet,
A mind tired with its allotment...
Begins to burn out.

And very little can be said,
To those with minds encased within thick heads.
And making attempts to convince with opinion,
Eventually will be observed to make no difference.
Determined is this kind of mind to find negativity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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F.M. Doll

Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Now don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip show your mother knows nothing
Strip baby strip Just for me, oh
Someone say doctor is my friend
Bruising is his cause
Behind closing doors
Strip baby strip for the soul of your brother
Strip baby strip for his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I wont soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip baby strip for the soul of your mother
Strip baby strip for her life
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah

song performed by by Queen Adreena
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When I Am In My 'Me' Zone

When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!

I hear some folks say,
How selfish that is.
And they seem to be the ones...
With their hands out.
Seeking others to give.

And after years of being drained,
By others who complain.
I've learned,
Over time...
My own happiness,
I had to maintain.
Since few could care less about that!
And I've observed happy people,
Carrying less burdens on their backs.
And there is something about 'that'
That keeps me attracted.

When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!
And it is not a question of being selfish.
It's more like identifying a peace of mind,
I can qualify as mine.
Since some folks seem to be victimized...
By guilt.
If they are not constantly in a giving mode!
Receiving is part of it!
And I am in full acceptance.
Prepared and ready to share.
Free from being depleted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This 'Thing' About Time

I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.

It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.

Being on time some define,
Is stated for the purpose to be on it and not late.
Others will take it and waste it as they see fit.
Not arriving before or on time at all.
Just to have another irritated losing patience...
Awaiting to hear an excuse someone makes.

I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.

It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.

And long past the hour,
Someone appears in an atmosphere...
That by the minute is getting sour.

And more time is spent,
Listening to inventive excuses...
Describing why they had not called,
To apologize at all.

I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
With no sign of respect...
To the one that is questioned,
Why is it they seem to be quite upset!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Game Show

Last night we were watching this game show
They were talking bout marriage
And that stuff you know
I found myself laughing
Cause those couples werent clear
And then here he comes with this bright idea
So I said to him
I know you mean well
Youre genuine I can tell
Besides you and me
I know that we would soar
But are you ready?
You gotta be sure, you gotta be sure
Oh no, I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
So were arguing
Talking about it back and forth
And forth and back as if there is no source
And now Im wondering
Is this what he had in mind?
Cause if I thought wed get through that door
Tell me whats gonna be my price
So I said to him
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
I know you mean well
Youre genuine I can tell
Besides you and me
I know that we would soar
But are you ready?
You gotta be sure, you gotta be sure
Oh no, I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
Hey this is my life hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life
Game show, game show, game show....

song performed by by Kelis
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I See You Have Come Prepared

This is the first time,
I have actually come inside your store.
There is so much variety.
Where should I begin?
And what would you recommend?

'I would recommend having patience and time.
And I would suggest,
Not making up your mind to quickly.
Each item you see has meaning.
And has been carefully pieced together for a purpose.'

So you are saying,
Nothing I see should be viewed...
Just on the surface.

'Bingo.
I'll come to find you,
If I think you have lost yourself.
Some have become offended...
Refusing to comprehend to understand.
But I see you have come prepared.'

And able.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist

If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.

If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.

And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.

So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Club Football

Roaring and shouting dominating the air
Boys rushing down the street
Every attention towards a centre alone
Discussion and arguments consuming the scene
As if programmed, silence appeared at kick off
Its champions league again!

Gentlemen seated glued to the TV
Some standing for late coming
Others outside for insufficient fund
Everybody watching with tension
Hoisting as the time amplifies
That’s the drill for the game

Just as the mind thirst for entertainment
It quest for their club to win through
Tipping it for the cup
Believing in them even with flops
And preparing for the shout
Only at a goal

As sign of real fan
They jolly to celebrate victory for their club
Losers stand by theirs
Ready to die for it
But what is worth dying for if not football?
And if football, club football….

poem by sholadoye Dada
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose

Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.

Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.

It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.

It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.

Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.

Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.

Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Kicking To The Curb

Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
As well as a chasing away of 'expected' obstacles...
Presented to prevent what I must do each day.
I had to grow stronger and determined,
To prove for no one else but myself...
The steps that I take on the path I am on...
I am on it because I belong,
In the doing with a purpose.
And serving this purpose as it deserves.

And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I recognize my blessings.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I have recognized those foes...
Hoping to block my way,
From the crevices of shadows fading.
And...
On a daily basis I will and can say,
The Creator is responsible...
For removing opposition in my way that sit.
Trying to upset me with conflicts to afflict.
The Creator is responsible...
For not allowing this to persist.

And with a knowing of that,
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
All that which attempts to delay my mission.
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
To eliminate from me aches of all kinds,
From my mind to exist...
With an assistance only God can give.

It is with my Father's wishes,
The Creator of ALL there is 'that' is...
That has done this to mend AND fix!
And He, My Father...
Will not continue to permit,
The foolishness of nonsense...
To attack me with that kind of grip.
God has shown me I need not put up with it.
And...
With a clearing of the way for only HIS will to be done!
As it shall be...nonsense gets out of the mix.
Since The Creator alone,
Rules the Kingdom!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exactly. I've Proven My Point

Selected and extended sympathies,
Are often given to those liked.
But not necessarily to those,
With a track record of accomplishing deeds.

Often those awarded such attention,
Have time to socialize.
And with an importance to be seen,
They become idolized in others' eyes.

I think of those who have made,
Sacrificed contributions.
Rarely are they given the time of day or mentioned.
Although there are those who have benefitted.
In a way their lives have been uplifted.

But there is a purpose in life for everything that is done.
What one needs to feel accepted and pleased...
May be what another one,
Stays away from to avoid that kind of activity to welcome.
Who knows what satisfies?
And why some opinionated always find time to criticize?

'So what are you saying? '

~I'm not saying anything.
I'm making attempts to mind my own business.~

'Oh?
I thought I heard a critical observation made.'

~Why are you all up in my grill?
Don't you know the difference between,
Someone talking to themselves?
And another,
Having a conversation with someone...
Who should be ignoring their every word?
You've done that to me before.~

'Huh? '

~Exactly.
I've proven my point! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Play The Game Tonight

You think that something's happening
And it's bigger than your life
But it's only what you're hearing
Will you still remember
When the morning light has come
Will the songs be playing over
And over
Till you do it all over again
Play, play the game tonight
Can you tell me if it's wrong or right
Is it worth the time
Is it worth the price
Do you see yourself in the white spotlight
Then play the game tonight
And when the curtains open
To the roaring of the crowd
You will feel it all around you
Then it finally happens
And it's all come true for you
And the songs are playing over
And over
Till they do it all over again
Play, play the game tonight
Can you tell me if it's wrong or right
Is it worth the time
Is it worth the price
Do you see yourself in the white spotlight
Then play the game tonight

song performed by by Kansas
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Are You Ready?

Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?

song performed by by Devo
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A change to adapt

Life is awakened to new wishes
As the sun rays rushes
New things with new concept
I am ready to change and adopt

As the day may start to rise slowly
The mind will be occupied wholly
The powerful thrust made in the direction
The result is awaited with full throttle action

Not to worry about result or action there
The another drive is prepared to rush somewhere
All hectic activities for not losing the precious time
The mission is kept before eyes with full aim

The body is tiring out and wants some rest
As the legs are stretched and mind thinks for the best
Not a moment is wasted but given a little respite
More areas to open with strong urge and appetite

As the evening may be setting in few hours
The next plan may be prepared for long tours
What areas to be brought under control and supervision
The analytical study with far sight and long vision

The seeds are sown and now wait for rain drops
Next strategy or plan if any problem crops
Emergency or contingency plan for bale out and rescue
Enough of concentration on subjects if it is due

It is time to pack and preparation for departure
All worries locked in safe and no worry for future
Whole energy is focused for making it sure
The family to be surprised for making it doubly assured

The evening has to be made pleasant
Nothing should be missing or felt as absent
It has to be cheerful as was the start of the day
The struggle has been made to find the way

Nice dinner with little evening walk
Full relaxation and no more talk
Some gossips with playing children
Day to end nicely in silence zone

Mind may not rest that easily
As day was passed very happily
Nothing impeded the very good start
It was handled well with tact and art

Still mind is devil’s workshop
It is full of high rise and hopes
It will not end with little success
Finding out option for full access

Nothing is stored of previous day
Absolutely clear state of mind to find new way
Toiling whole day for new hope
Try to reach new height even with slope

Plus minus game in the night
Complete rest without any fight
Just to surrender Him and rest
Hope to rise again to deliver the best

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Game Is On

Have you seen
This little toy
When youre down
It gives you joy
You escape reality
Delve into its tv
Screen
For the rich and for
The poor
For the even more
Secure
Doesnt matter where
You are,
Where you go or where
Youve been
Well, theres still no
Guarantee
For your virgin mind,
You see
Just go on and play
The game
You will surely go
Insane
The game is on
And you have gone
Gone to a world
On its display
And the game is fun
But when it has won
All you ever hear is
What it says
Theres a great
Amount of fumes
Coming out from
Somebodys room
The firemen got
There
Making their way
Up the stairs
Find a man in a chair
But it doesnt seem
Hes there
With a grey box
In his hands
He has gone to
Another land
The game is on
And you have gone
Gone to a world
On its display
And the game is fun
But when it has won
All you ever hear is
What it says
You have played it much
Too long
Now your senses get
Things wrong
All your walls come
Crashing down
Now its time
For you to frown
Howd you like this
Heavy load?
Guess your brain will
Soon explode
You never had this
Ugly feel

song performed by by Helloween
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