Of A Sabotaging Done
No one can wipe a slate clean,
Of a sabotaging done to another.
No one has the right to excuse,
An abusing of another away...
As if a child at play,
Awaiting to be disciplined...
With two weeks of punishment spent,
Surrounded by treatments of video games...
Widescreen TV and a cellphone, alone.
Immaturity found difficult to leave minds of adults,
Should be confronted.
Not massaged with understanding,
For their actions to undermine someone else.
As if their misdeeds should receive parting gifts,
With sweetened whispers.
People like this,
Ask for hell to be unleashed upon them.
And there is no reason to disappoint their desires.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The World Of Adulthood
Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Find themselves wishing to undo...
What it is they have done they do,
Once to them it has been acknowledged...
Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Have lost all credibility...
In the world of adulthood,
Where children dressed 'as' adults...
Are not allowed to impress,
With a childish foolishness to be accepted.
'Comeon!
You can't take a joke? '
~I use to accept fools with a suffering done...
Of their antics too.
At one time.
But a seriousness of my life,
And in my mind...
Seemed to have overnight,
Risen to the top of my priority list.
And adults who are mature,
Are the only folks I wish to deal with.
And they today appear difficult to find.
Call it...
A plateau of maturity reached.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clean: Competition, Repetition
To all the children that cry and scream
‘This room is just too sparkly clean! '
To all the adults that moan about the mess
I believe that you all have something to confess
These books and toys are placed upon the floor
To convince the siblings that they have more
Your ornaments are shiny new and clean
Because you have no feathers to show nor preen
Deep down in your minds you all know
The reasons these actions are repeated so
To the children this is a play, a fun little game
And to the adults? Well I must say it's the same
So the next time you walk into the ‘danger site'
Dear parents you know what they try to do, right?
And to you children who think ‘why are they so mean! '
You should know that's the way it has always been
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The video game culture was an important thing to keep alive in the film because we're in a new era right now. The idea that kids can play video games like Grand Theft Auto or any video game is amazing. The video games are one step before a whole other virtual universe.
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Games People Play
Girl on a swing
see’s everything,
games that people
play when they
want their way.
Swinging by the
sandbox but knows
not to jump in—
Playing games
like adults is
not the same as
play for kids.
Kids play for fun,
adults play
with lies to hurt
someone.
Maybe only hurting
themselves for they
do not know what they do.
Knowing any better
they would like a fool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 15,2011
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I played mostly games like Asteroids and Pac-Man. Today, when I go into an arcade, the games are much more difficult and complex. I don't think I could even play some of the video games that are out there today.
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To Agitate A Childish Game
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Everyday I seem to witness,
More children who should be adults.
More who have not discovered responsibility.
Or an accountability that brings to them concrete results.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
And as I pass such activities,
I feel blessed to have aged gracefully.
Although I grit my teeth...
Wanting to find a reason and purpose,
To respond to an ignorance...
I do my best,
Not to acknowledge...
With a reaction given that would please.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...
Farther.
For the gritting of my teeth,
And the keeping of my peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Games Are Still Appropriate
Dodge ball,
And games of tag and hide-and-seek...
Have left populations of adults,
Stunted!
Behind masks of dysfunctions.
Sharing childish lies.
And crying foul as social misfits!
They have traded their lives,
For a wealth of understanding missed!
Their minds still see themselves as children!
And 'their' children have lost total respect for them!
Needless to say...
Generations have no idea,
Which games are still appropriate...
And valid to play!
Even those viewing from the sidelines quarrel.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This May Be Painful For You To Hear
I know this may be painful for you to hear.
But there are very few people,
With wishes and desires to comprehend your needs.
You may not believe that.
But at least take it into consideration,
Others you observe and see...
Can be counted on as not having you even as a thought,
In their minds at all.
And if you choose to put this to a test...
Go to any shopping mall, grocery store
Or sit among others in a concert!
Witness the atmosphere.
See who is digesting it.
They are there to receive what they came to get.
Do it and then to leave.
And some may or may not...
Glance at the receipt.
Here is a suggestion:
Spend a few weeks alone.
Just you and 'life'.
From that you will gain a better perspective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil Woman
I've seen a look of evil in your eyes
You've been filling me all full of lies
Sorrow will not change your shameful deeds
Do well best, someone else has better seen
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Now I know just what you're looking for
You want me to claim that child you bore
Well you know that it must he not be
And you know the way it got to be
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Wickedness lies in your moisten lips
Your body moves just like the crack of a whip
Blackness sleeps on top of your stray bed
Do you whish that you could see me dead
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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I think video games are a great kind of entertainment. They have replaced a lot of games people normally play with their friends and neighbours, like Monopoly.
Scandalous Decisions
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects...
Implanted.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Bullying has lost magic.
And building up fears just-to-feed-a greed.
Has got some demons pleading.
The rights of all are doomed!
And gloom is what's ahead for those trusting...
For others to remove their lusts!
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects,
Implanted.
And...
Soured demons try,
To disenchant these days.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under The Skin of Those Misguided
Those who chose to poke their jokes,
At the expense of sincere folks
Seem to be missing in action these days.
Perhaps realizing they are
It never pays for those intentions made,
To select those defenseless and unknowing
Of the extent or depth of one's misdeeds.
Because
Those same misdeeds done,
Have a way of crawling under the skin...
Of those misguided.
To teach lessons to leave unforgiving,
Mental treatments difficult to diagnose.
And the best medication can not numb,
Or relieve
The consistency of a permanent stinging.
Especially when those acts provoked,
To joke and poke sincere folks discreetly
Usually develop from one's unconsciousness.
Making it hard to prescribe a process for specific healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plentiful Are Those With Blank Stares
Some personas develop at a certain age.
And do not progress.
Perhaps that is the reason,
Many adults still possess...
A noticeable immaturity.
In grown up skin and more like children,
With limited communication skills.
And devoid of accountability.
A seriousness does not in their minds sit.
And comprehension?
Forget it!
And when some folks reach,
The 'state' of a higher consciousness...
An 'aloneness' is what they get.
In depth conversations,
Are few and far between.
But plentiful are those with blank stares.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgiving Epiphanies
Forgiving epiphanies,
Coming to awakening minds...
Darkness once kept,
From seeing the 'light' of their actions.
Is difficult for those victimized to do.
Even though what is said is true...
About people regretting mistakes made.
No matter if intentions are premeditated.
However,
A growth process...
Can not be determined with a schedule set.
And one who has been affected,
By another's unconsciousness...
Should step aside from a bitterness,
To observe how epiphanies...
Have a way of inflicting,
Their own mental adjustments.
Those deserving to connect past actions,
To what comes to visit,
With clarity...
On the other side of those closed doors.
Should be given the opportunity...
To welcome repercussions.
If it is just for the experience of it.
Why should anyone inflict pain on another,
Without knowing how it feels?
To give is to receive...
Right?
~God don't like 'ugly'! ~
I've heard that before.
That's why I got rid of all of it from my doorstep!
I did that many years ago.
I'm glad from me it decided to leave.
Having that ugliness did nothing for me.
'Hi.
I'm here to remind you of what you did.
And since your mind is open now...
I am going to be staying inside of it for a while.
I'm sure you don't mind if I play with your consciousness?
I left someone who directed me to you.
And only recently was I able to locate where you were.
Stop it.
Don't flatter yourself.
Invite me in.
You have no idea how much there is for us to discuss.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Games People Play
(Joe South)
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
Oh they whine away the hours
In their ivory towers
Til they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
La la la mmm da da da
La la la mmm da da dee
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
And the games people play
Oh they make one another cry
Break their hearts and they say good-bye
Cross their heart and they hope to die
That the other was to blame
Neither one will ever give in
So they gaze at an eight by ten
Thinkin' 'bout the way it might have been
And it's a dirty rotten shame
La la la mmm da da da
La la la mmm da da dee
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
And the games people play
Oh they teach how to meditate
Read your horoscope and teach you faith
The furthermore the hell with hate
Come on and get on board
Look around and tell me what you see
What's a-happenin' to you and to me
God grant me the serenity
To just remember who I am
La la la mmm da da da
La la la mmm da da dee
I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
And the games people play
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Just Like A Child Would
A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.
A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight.
Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.
And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!
And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!
Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!
A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.
A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight,
With a hindsight now that frightens.
And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And like a child would...
People who deceived now deny.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O my God excuse me
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Without borrowing and
Without stealing
It is quite impossible
To live with dignity
And what is dignity
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Being human
I be committed to
Public cause
I am not able to do it
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
I am unable to practice
Tolerance and create
Nuisance
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
The mistake I have done
And the punishment
I have got
O God excuse me
Excuse me.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Aging Excuse Making Children
Difficult and with stress it is,
To be an adult.
And live in an environment surrounded,
By old and aging excuse making children.
Difficult to know it is who is being responsible,
And who to hold accountable...
For the raising of disrespectful kids,
Found totally without initiative or discipline.
It is so hard to maintain one's patience,
And make attempts to explain...
Even to those who appear to have brains,
What the benefit of staying motivated is.
And if one should expose to show concern,
With sincere understanding and comprehension...
One has learned from experience,
This is interpreted as trying to be better than the others.
And eventually...
The one who has grown to be that mature adult leaves,
To keep a nurtured peace of mind...
And those perceptions aging children keep to believe,
Alone for them to condone.
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I am o.k. you are o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘Don’t worry, I shall get you one’
A child like question
And an expected parental reply.
I am o.k., you are o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘I know you will do only that’
Parent reply belied the question.
I am o.k. You are not o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘You can borrow from me’
A child-like question.
An adult like answer.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Is the bus late?
‘Which bus comes in time?
An adult seeking an adult
But received a parent reply.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘Is the bus late? ’
‘Yes, heard only ten minutes’
Both responded as adults.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘Yes, let me hide first’
A child sought from a child
And received it.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘No, this is not the time’
The reply is parental
And belied the question.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘Yes. Then we should read’
A child and an adult reaction
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘You should not smoke’
‘Yes. I shall cut it’
A parental question.
An adult reply.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘You should not smoke’
‘First, you cut your chewing’
A parental question
Seeking a child answer
But was belied.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘She should be taught a lesson’
‘ Yes, otherwise she will worsen’
A parent seeking a parent and got.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘I love you.’
‘I can’t forget you.’
Both are adult,
Expecting and receiving
As adults. I and you are o.k.
‘I love you’
‘Shh.. Others may watch”
A child’s reply to a child
Both are o.k.
‘I love you’
‘Bitch! Go to hell; I’ll report’
A parental reply, instead.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘I love you.’
‘I think you misunderstood.’
Both behaved as adults.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
You be the way you are expected.
You are then o.k. to others.
When others fail to be the way
You expected, you reason for it.
Others will be o.k. to you.
Then where is the individuality?
27.01.2000, Kottayam
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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