Nurtured and Flourishing
Obsessed.
Obsessed,
With what they believe...
Flatters.
Like looks.
Fashion.
And bling that comes adorned.
Things that to them matter!
Like images.
And 'things' to them that are physical.
Things to them,
Worn!
Mindsets of limited consciousness.
And yet...
Some become upset,
If their flaunting goes ignored.
Perceiving one they select,
To flatter.
Accepts,
In a contained self-centeredness.
And...
Is possessed.
By the receipt,
Complete in one's observation...
Of their obsessions.
Nurtured and flourishing in deceit!
But this thought process...
Has never been one to digest,
By those who live to accomplish deeds.
In total acceptance of how they are perceived.
To satisfy those whims given...
And from them to leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People can get obsessed with romance, they can get obsessed with political paranoia, they can get obsessed with horror. It's isn't the fault of the subject matter that creates the obsession, I don't think.
quote by Adam Arkin
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Often The Scenerio
Those who start things,
Never to complete them...
Can irritate to no end.
Especially the ones,
Who strike up interest in others...
To use excuses to abandon their 'whims'.
And projects finished,
By those who do not receive the credit...
Is often the scenerio.
Those who start things,
Never to complete them...
Become upset when others let them go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I obsessed with death?
Stroking a head of a snake
Feeling a tiger’s breath
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
Daydreaming while crossing a street
of life that I want to have
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
When shit start hitting fans
at results I will quietly laugh
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
Laying sick on a bed of death
I will cling to what I still have
I simply enjoy the life
Don’t care about death
Jan 12,2010
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Not Obsessed With Making Impressions
Some folks are programmed to believe
They can not live without impressing others.
Until they have become deprogrammed!
And most times that is not a conscious effort.
It has a lot to do with one's circumstances.
Meaning...
A bout with reality!
And reality has a way of prioritizing one's life.
It puts the basicness in it!
Prior to this 'struggle' obsession rules!
One becomes obsessed with things!
And what one thinks 'things' to them bring!
Like an attractiveness.
Have you ever notice...
Someone who is able to afford 'things',
Is also indecisive?
Strip them of the opportunity to possess...
And they become depressed!
An unhappiness succeeds!
And their wholesome faith they once professed,
In God...
Diminishes!
However...
One not obsessed with making impressions.
Or connected by a 'programming'...
They are less attractive without needless possessions,
Can survive through a recession...
Or whatever a downsizing of a lifestyle is called,
Is better off!
They can deal with the adjustment of setting priorities.
Maybe lose a few friends in the process!
But you will not find these people upset,
They can not keep up with others...
Who are stressed within concepts,
That they need to feed an ego
No longer keeping up with the times!
And having a peace of mind...
Comes tax free with a lot of common sense,
Some folks discover too late...
How cost effective and healthy,
Nights with restful sleep...
Comes to the one who has put their life,
In perspective!
And becomes free of making useless confessions!
There is nothing like the smell of fresh morning dew.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Matter What One Does
It doesn't matter what one does,
To prove an intelligent effectiveness.
If an image best marketed,
Is the having of 'bling' and shiny things...
To dangle in front of those most impressed.
With a getting of attention that is addressed.
Regardless...
How disconnected minds are from the rest,
The ones who are adorned...
With sparkling attachments worn,
Will be guaranteed to influence and awe.
No matter if they can speak,
In completed sentences to be understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Challenge
Something obsessed...
That has to be possessed.
And It can not be obtained too easily,
Or it will quickly be left like the rest!
It has to be tested
To ensure it's complex.
There has to be a struggle to get it...
Or it becomes a challenge,
Considered not the best one done
To test and satisfy as one can get!
These things are tricky to predict and forget!
But when a challenge comes...
And there's possible fun attached,
That's the one that traps!
And one enjoys!
Be about 'your' business...
And the challenge you choose,
Will be the one you can say you've won!
With no inner 'blues' to share with anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Things
Two things that come and go—
Happiness and Sadness
Two things that will never leave us—
Fame and Stigma
Two things that will not come back—
Prestige and Life
Two things that come on their own—
Youth and Age
Two things that follow us—
Virtue and Sin
Two things that cannot be contained—
Grief and Desire
Two things that cannot be avoided—
Hunger and Thirst
Two things that bring about a downfall—
Anger and Jealously
Two things that are common to all—
Birth and Death.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Preferring to Complain, Eat, Play Games and Sleep
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
With attempts made to improve their lives...
Very few of them even bother.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
Perceiving to 'do' is 'to' follow through and receive.
Setting the example,
Is likened to biting into a pail of nails.
In some places...
Where folks are accustomed to applauding failure.
And setbacks are welcomed by those laying the traps!
It seems to happen to those,
In acceptance of themselves.
Believing they can do anything!
And accomplish like no one else.
No matter what the circumstances.
People like this seem to have a determination.
Like flowers reappearing to dare to bloom brighter,
Every Spring!
As if to prove a point that is made.
Regardless of what the naysayers bring to the table.
These folks seem to qualify their own abilities!
Since to accomplish means to them...
What one does with one's mind.
Not a place to find where this can be done.
Or seek to fulfill a mediocrity,
Like everyone in an environment...
Where excuses are made.
And alibis the 'disease'.
And a thought process for many,
Seems to have stalled in potential.
Surrounded by an abundance of it.
To proclaim!
But the potential has yet to become essential.
It's just in conversation to exclaim.
With a doing of it yet given an opportunity to use.
And those seen in pursuit...
Are immediately sought to ridicule and abuse!
Yes this 'is' sick!
And done daily by vocal nitwits!
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
And ironically...
This activity one has sought to pursue,
Isn't that unique!
But a work ethic applied to tasks to complete...
Seems oddly a challenge many unaccepting.
As seen by those who roam on urban streets.
Many have come to fear to dislike and not endear...
The definition of work or the time spent to sacrifice.
Mention this...
And they will soon disappear!
But adopting quick to devisive devices...
No one fears this at all!
Preferring to complain...
Eat, play games and sleep.
With a shopping stop made,
Daily at a local mall.
Like an expected routine.
Kept as sacred,
As the connection of life has to breath.
No matter if the act of that...
Has least importance than one's credit.
'They seem to take a lot for granted here.
Don't they? '
~I have no idea.
Do they?
I have things to do to get done.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
quote by e.e. cummings
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Some Things Done And Delivered
I am sure I have not been the only contributor,
To neither conceive a receiving of flattery...
From contributions presented,
Will obtain a following blissed by this.
Hopefully there is a comprehension established,
By those mature of mind understanding what it takes...
To develop this process they of a consciousness embrace.
But there will always be the ones with beliefs,
Some with a focused determination...
Are not serious in the production of their creativity.
And they will find a way to waste lots of time,
With a choosing to introduce a game playing of minds.
To manipulate attitudes to prove themselves...
Judge and jury of one's thought process too!
However...
A messenger only delivers a message.
And this may be confusing,
To those who take matters in their limited hands.
Perceiving messengers are at their disposal,
To abuse them as if to pursue an undoing.
And from them command with a demanding.
But needless to say,
Some things done and delivered as they come...
Should be accepted and not chased away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I was an adolescent, I was obsessed with having many commercial things, cars, clothes, stupid things. Now that I have all that, I include/understand that the superfluous things can turn to you into a very stupid idiot-type. In East Germany there were very few things, but there was also a feeling of solidarity that no longer exists. Now we are up to the neck in consumption, the ego, the individualism. Now before friendship, it is merchandise.
quote by Till Lindemann
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Shoestring
Everybody's pawning all their bling things.
Trying to live today on just a shoestring.
Giving in ain't easy for one thinking...
How will they survive,
Without the zing of bling things!
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
Droppin' hip hop poppin'
To stop coppin'...
From lockin' boppin'
So rock mop and toppin'.
They woke up soak and wet,
And feelin' threatin'.
'Cause' all the bling
They stung up...
Stopped affectin'!
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
Everybody's pawning all their bling things.
Trying to live today on just a shoestring.
Giving in ain't easy for one thinking...
How will they survive,
Without the zing of bling things!
And trying to live today on just a shoestring.
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obsessed To Possess
Pray many do with a faithfulness claimed.
To then be chased away from it,
The moment we should keep faith treasured.
With an acknowledgement that what we have,
Is the gift of life.
To appreciate and share with a caring.
Inspite of our possessions and our obsessions.
But proven on a daily basis,
As the power of nature has its way...
What we claim to be a faith in The Almighty,
Is only as strong as those impressions we make.
Obsessed to possess,
With things and other values faked.
Kept until one day they suddenly leave.
'If only we had power.'
~Power to do what? ~
'To see.'
~You've had that from the beginning.
What has changed? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Occupied By Similar and Limited Visions
A sold soul,
Has an inability to self reflect.
Everything they are told,
Is with ears set...
On an idealistic perfectness.
Although they are constantly trying,
To achieve a correctness...
They believe to themselves,
That has already been identified...
But can not be to over stressed.
By the credentials they have been awarded.
And achieved by feeding,
A confirmed definition of success.
And compared to others,
Who are occupied by similar and limited visions...
To assess mindsets equally possessed.
A sense of false happiness has been achieved...
With a certification shown that has them obsessed,
In those social circles...
Where titles and name dropping,
Are emphasized topics to be loudly addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doin' The Things That We Want To
The other night we went to see Sam's play
doin' the things that we want to
It was very physical it held you to the stage
doin' the things that he wants to
Doin' the things that he wants to
The guy's a cowboy from some rodeo
doin' the things that he wants to
The girl had once loved him, but now she want to go
doin' the things that she wants to
Doin' the things that she wants to
The man was bullish, the woman was a tease
doin' the things that they want to
They fought with their words, their bodies and their deeds
doin' the things that they want to
When they finished fighting, they exited the stage
doin' the things that they want to
I was firmly struck by the way they had behaved
doin' the things that they want to
Doin' the things that they want to
hey
It reminds me of the movies Marty made about New York
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Those frank and brutal movies that are so brilliant
(doin' the things that he wants to)
";True Love"; meet ";The Raging Bull";
(doin' the things that he wants to)
They're very inspirational, I love the things they do
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Doin' the things that I want to
There's not much you hear on the radio today
(doin' the things that we want to)
But you could still see a movie or a play
(doin' the things that we want to)
Here's to ";Travis Bickle"; and here's ";Johnny Boy";
(doin' the things that we want to)
Growing up in the Mean Streets of New York
(doin' the things that we want to)
I wrote this song 'cause I'd like to shake your hand
(doin' the things that we want to)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Obsessions
It happened in the middle of the night
When I thought I had control
Didnt want to be the one to fight
Didnt want to lose my soul
I was up for something more
Never thought Id get it started
Paralyzed, polarized
Hung on every word
Im in love with the child inside
I dont have a right to follow you
Or have a license to get closer
A love that wont be denied
For you are something like Ive never seen
Im a man whose heart is crying
Chorus
Just another one of my obsessions
You dont want to be a special toy
I never be the one to hurt you
Like every other girl and boy
Just another little indicretion
Another game that you want to try
You can never be unfaithful
If you gotta love somebody
Want to make your mountains high
Want to take your valley low
Theres a moral to my story
Let me in a close the door
Until the morning light
What Id give to live inside you
Make me wait, we separate
But only to return
Whisper and Ill be there
I dont want you begging me to stop
I just want to drown in your desire
Love is for those who dare
All the cream is rising to the top
And its the love you save from dying
Chorus
Just another one of my obsessions
Something I could never find
Its the kind of love that makes your heart
Feel obsessed with mine
Any battle for the one possession
Another game that you want to try
You can never be unfaithful
If you gotta love somebody
Just another one of my obsessions
You dont want to be a special toy
I never be the one to hurt you
Like every other girl and boy
Just another little indicretion
Another game that you want to try
You can never be unfaithful
If you gotta love somebody
Just another one of my obsessions
Something I could never find
Its the kind of love that makes your heart
Feel obsessed with mine
Any battle for the one possession
Another game that you want to try
You can never be unfaithful
If you gotta love somebody
Just another one of my obsessions
You dont want to be a special toy
I never be the one to hurt you
Like every other girl and boy
Just another little indicretion
Another game that you want to try
You can never be unfaithful
If you gotta love somebody
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Those Who Value the Emptiness of 'Things
They were raised with beliefs,
They should compete.
Brothers and sisters...
Separated by jealousies,
And envy condoned.
They speak of favorites...
Picked and solicited,
By parents who thought of them
As part of a litter.
Not one of them knew love...
Since this was not shown.
And that which is not known,
Is reflected by shallow misgivings.
And in an environment
That offers deception to shine
Behind the minds of those
Who value the emptiness of 'things'...
Over a missing self worth!
Flourishes in deceit.
Diminished in those,
Still holding onto its existence!
Is an encouragement self contained.
Yet showing an absence that craves,
An attention too long ignored!
But then again...
Truth has not been welcomed,
As a friend either!
And this is widely reflected,
From generation to generation
Of those obsessed to possess...
Costly sensations,
To appease a loss unprevented!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Modern Love
I'm here to keep your lonely nights away
cheek to cheek I dance with you today
And the closer I get, the more I'm obsessed by you
And the further I go, the more I'm obsessed by you
You know that I meant what I said
I wanna see you from above
I wanna be left on the dancefloor
I wanna be the modern love
I'm here to keep your loneliness away
I'll be your drained lover if I may
And the further I go, the more I'm possessed by you
And the closer I get, the more I'm possessed by you
You know that I meant what I said
I wanna see you from above
I wanna be left on the dancefloor
I wanna be the modern love
The modern love
Drag me through the masses by the stage
erotic temptations within range
And the closer we get, the more you're obsessed by me
And the further we go, the more you're obsessed by me
You know that I meant what I said
I wanna see you from above
I wanna be left in the dancehall
I wanna be the modern love
The modern love
The modern love
I wanna be your modern love
The modern love
I wanna be your modern love
I'm the modern love
song performed by by Yvonne
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