On a One To One Need To Know Basis
The more I feel out of place...
The more conscious I've become of my surroundings.
And I know I'm not the only one feeling this way.
I make attempts not to appear too obvious.
Some are not so discreet.
I've noticed others having complete conversations,
With two and sometimes three people.
And they are walking along the streets by themselves.
Using hand gestures and stuff like that.
Having arguments with benches and trees.
Trying their best to fit in.
Me?
That kind of strategy is too creative.
Hey...
What works for some,
Doesn't for 'all'.
That's my motto.
I use an entirely different approach.
I have a cellphone I hold to my ear.
I pretend I'm receiving calls!
I like to keep my discussions on a one to one,
Need to know basis.
And no one suspects a thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Difference Does That Make?
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
People have done this,
And for years make claims what they know.
When in actuality they know not a thing.
Not about the people they talk about or the surroundings.
And these are the folks who are expressing disbelief.
Whether it is about something done or what has been achieved,
Right next door.
Or the kind of lifestyle a relative lives and not one perceived.
There are people who have complete conversations,
Discussing other people they have yet to meet.
And when they see them in the streets they give them attitude.
Without one word ever shared or a hand extended to greet.
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
'Hello.
I'd like to introduce myself...
Since no one else has done it.
And I don't want to be like them.
I'd like to establish a process,
That has a start that progesses to a middle...
And grows to produce positivity that never ends.'
~You know I know you.
Stop playing around.~
'What's my real name?
Not my nickname.'
~What difference does that make?
We still gon' be related.
What's your real name anyway?
I never knew that.~
'And you say you know me?
How? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trying to Find Legitimate Conversation
Until someone comes along,
To declare me officially crazed and mentally unfit...
I will continue to talk to myself,
With and in complete confidence...
As I care less if this is done in public.
Yes.
Tired I have grown of trying to find,
Legitimate conversation that is intelligent.
And debating with others,
Who themselves seem to be in conflict...
With my correctness that agitates and affects them.
~Why-oh-why-oh...
Does this phenomenon occurs,
Is a mystery to me.~
And I am not the only one,
Who has come to grips with this issue.
No I'm not.
There are several others in my neighborhood,
Fed up as well.
With varying degrees of upsetness they express.
Yes.
Although...
I am more discreet.
Never will I wave my hands in the air.
Acting like I just don't care.
To be seen in the streets.
Or shouting obscenities to people I meet.
No!
That's not me.
And frankly I've noticed how unsettling this can be,
To those people witnessing this as they pass by...
Giving this kind of behavior their attention.
I refuse to be labelled 'nuts'.
But I do admit...
I have had my moments with a few trees.
Some of them have tried to dominate my conversations.
And I'm not about to apologize,
For anything offensive I've said to them either.
I don't care how stubborn or unmoving they can get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where to Bathe and What to Eat!
Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
Replaces the obvious imposed.
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged...
By another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged by another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
Just to nibble on sweetened pretentions.
To share from a vacuous hollowness!
And at someone else's expense.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
While those who scurry about with their lifted up noses...
Seek a place to close a door anywhere.
With anyone who agrees...
They are still able to indentify their sanity!
It may not be the accepted 'sanity'!
But at least they are supportive of one another!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And people who are marketing decadence,
Stuff their diseased guts...
With delusions of grandeur.
OR something they hold,
To make them feel better than someone lese.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Caring less about their bad credit.
Or who refused them a loan,
Based upon nothing in collateral shown.
Since once valued pretentions have lost their asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Thing
Well when she walks on by she's got that look in her eye,
Drop and roll, funk and soul.
And when she wants a guy you know she don't have to try,
Can't say no, what boy would say no?
Every since I saw her nothings ever been the same,
I'm feeling like a brand new me,
She's the one that I need, she could really make my life complete.
(chorus)
Wish she were crazy bout me, (sweet thing)
I will hold you in my arms and make you feel apart of my dreams.
(sweet thing)
I will hold you in my arms and make you feel apart of my dreams.
"Dreams"
Well she can break your heart she can tear it apart,
with her smile, with her smile.
And when she starts to dance shes got you all in a trance,
Girl so fine, woo woo its a crime.
Everybody wants her, what am I to do,
I know thay she don't notice me, wondering should I tell her,
I would give her everything.
(chorus)
Wish she were crazy bout me, (sweet thing)
I will hold you in my arms and make you feel apart of my dreams.
(sweet dreams)
I will hold you in my arms and make you feel apart of my dreams.
(sweet dreams)
Every since i saw her nothings ever been the same,
I'm feeling like a brand new me,
She's the one that I need, she could really make my life complete.
(chorus)
Wish she were crazy bout me, (sweet thing)
I will hold you in my arms and make you feel apart of my dreams.
(sweet thing)
I will finally make you mines and wrap you up inside of my dreams.
(sweet thing)
I will kiss you in the night and love you til we both start to scream.
(sweet thing)
Sweet thing
Sweet thing
song performed by by New Edition
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Not Afraid to Yell for Help
Who and what I am...
I am.
I have not spent my life,
Being anyone else.
Except when in the role of 'acting'.
And once I studied to do that well...
It was suspected I was doing that,
ALL the time.
Especially by those who knew nothing,
About that field of my creative endeavors.
Who and what I am...
I am.
Inquisitive and observant.
Empathetic but not too emotional.
My sister Mim and my mom,
Were the only ones who ever saw me cry.
And they are Virgos!
That's all I am saying about that!
I just know it has been my experience,
To observe the 'workings' of Virgos.
Oh, they can work up those emotions.
And be very dramatic about it!
And those two 'emoted' me for thrills,
With their no nonsense approach.
I guess!
Whatever they do...
It works. For me, anyway.
I hold them responsible for any success,
I've achieved.
And...
They have 'high' standards.
I've been blessed,
To have had some great teachers in my life.
Plus,
I 'had' this innocent, inexperienced presence.
So that too attracted unsolicited 'teachings'.
Of all kinds.
God knows better than I,
How He does what gets done.
I just obey!
Well...
I make attempts.
And as long as I know God has my back...
Attempts will be made to test fresh waters.
And I am not afraid to yell for 'help',
If I get into something that is going to be too deep!
Or over my head.
Walking in faith,
Allows the 'what' and 'how' of the 'who' I am...
Be 'me'.
And with all of that going on?
I am spoiled and quite stubborn.
I don't buy into that...
'It's either my way or the highway' BS either.
I've walked many a road,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are you Doin Alright?
I see you tryin'
To make each day a better day
But the world keeps draggin'
You down along the way
Get up
Get out
Hit the line
Don't be led astray
Don't let the team down
Though your dreams
Slowly slip away
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
But stranger to stranger
I hold my hand out for you
I hold my hand out for you
Spirit grounded
Your wings been cut
You feel so small
But your walkin the streets
With your spine tall
Just trying to keep your head
Above it all
So that you don't fall
Well no need to pretend
You got an ace in your hand
Now find your game
Play it the best that you can
Someone will be there
They are sure to lend a hand
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
But stranger to stranger
I hold my hand out for you
I hold my hand out for you
When your days are done
And it all comes to an end
What will people say
Who will be your friends?
Songs unsung
Hopefully just a few
Don't leave this earth
Feeling wronged and blue
Take it from a stranger
Know this to be true
When you smile
The whole world
Smiles along with you
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't nobody
I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
I still hold my hand out for you
poem by Atty Davis
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Okay, Okay, Okay! I Get It. I Apologize
Okay, okay, okay!
I get it.
I apologize.
I should not have called you an idiot.
I should have left it alone as a thought.
But since I have apologized
Let us both pretend,
You are not the fool I believe you are.
And you can forgive me for any perceptions,
You assume in the future
I might have of you that offend.
Even those thoughtless statements,
I may make in public
And surrounded by an attentive audience,
You now know
I did not intend to mention as they were heard.
And repeated.
Over and over again.
I'm glad you realize,
We all make mistakes.
Although they may be done on a regular basis.
I appreciate your acceptance of my apology.
I promise from now on,
I will make attempts to be more conscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0270 Strange Day (for DW)
You’re walking down the street
in the usual way
when you catch someone’s passing gaze
and just like that you suddenly hear
all their inner thoughts – non-stop,
all over the place: good ones, bad ones,
a cacophony of stuff, you wonder why
they don’t go mad with it – you look at them,
they look quite normal, unconcerned…
then you look at someone else – the same thing happens;
what can you do for them? You can’t start
to talk to everyone about their thoughts
all the time, you’d go mad yourself…
what makes them like this? What
are they all looking for that they have
to do all this thinking?
Suddenly you feel tremendously sorry
that they should be like this; you’re
overwhelmed with –- compassion - for
the human race, that all this stuff
should get in the way of – what?
and as you walk, slower now,
trying to hide the flood of tears
and feeling some sort of holy idiot,
glorious and embarrassed at the same time,
the terrible chaos of those thoughts goes quiet, peaceful, silent, still,
and now you feel light and full of light,
and loving what you see in them
yes all of them,
as if you’d never felt any other way
and you’re so sure of this, that you’ll
always know how to tell them, some way, too
that this is how they really are
it’s all so obvious
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Rock & Roll Strategy
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38 Special - Rock And Roll Strategy
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Men like me 'cause I speak my mind
And women like me 'cause I take my time
Try not to take life too serious
I might get burned
If you've got somethin' to show me
I'm willing to learn
Got enough trouble just making it day to day
And when the world starts spinnin'
'N I feel like I'm going insane
Chorus
I got a system that's guaranteed
I got a rock 'n roll strategy
It ain't no science but it works for me
It's just a rock 'n roll strategy
Get in my car
Head downtown
Turn up the radio roll the windows down
It ain't no science but it gets me around
It's just rock 'n roll strategy
Turn it up
If you walk down the middle people criticize you for
Sitting on a fence
And if you walk on the right
Or you walk on the left
They say you're much too radical to make any sense
Can't win for losin'
Might as well be yourself
And when it gets so confusin'
You fell like checkin' out
Chorus
Can't win for losin'
Might as well be yourself
And when it gets so confusin'
You feel like checkin' out
I got a system that's guaranteed
I got a rock 'n roll strategy
It ain't no science but it works for me
It's just a rock 'n roll strategy
Get in my car
Head downtown
Turn up the radio roll the windows down
It ain't no science but it gets me around
It's just rock 'n roll strategy
I got a system that's bonafide
Works for me everytime I try
It ain't no science but it gets me by
It's just a rock 'n roll strategy
Turn it up
song performed by by 38 Special
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Contented With Your Own Silence
in one instance you step out of your door
walk on the road,
keeping your gaze away from the danger side
you keep things to yourself
there is no one to share with
what story you have for the past days
when you hibernated in that room,
it is a break,
you stroll in the park
take your breath under those trees
sit upon one of those empty benches
lose your mind
upon what is obvious and
visible upon those
that do not need any
kind of scrutiny and fathoming
this the time to fish
for nothingness
you lay your hands upon the grass
it is this coolness
that makes you feel connected
to the earth
you sigh and sigh again and again
it is this exhaling that makes you a giver
rather than a taker
it makes you
comfortable like what smokers do
when (they pollute
the air)
there is a certain fulfillment
in this kind of loafing
you carry nothing and thus
you leave nothing
you are not alone
feel this solitude
there are so many of you
doing the same routine in the park
fishers of
nothingness
but i tell you
do not talk do not start a conversation with the one near you
or that one
who is walking his dog early morning
i tried it once
when you get no response
it will just make you lonelier
it is like taking a stone in your hand
and hitting your head with it
sit there,
just sit there
relax
take your time,
and simply be whole
nothing falling
apart
it is beautiful to
see
now that you are
contented with your own
silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For 'Whatever' The Reason
One thing I have learned not to confirm.
That would be my inabilities!
I have learned to affirm my assets.
What I thought I could not do and achieve...
Has left me speechless.
With mouth opened and eyes wide like a child.
And since my identity is secured,
With less doubt fed to myself to nurture...
I do not try to hold two conversations at once.
And I am not going to prove to anyone I can do it.
Even though,
I can do this without anyone else joining in!
And yes...I have noticed,
I have had fewer arguments these days.
For 'whatever' the reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Attention Seeking Poem) A Whisper That Wants To Be A Scream
That kind of validation should be but the silence among the lambs.
A quietness to never be heard.
A whisper that wants to be a scream but doesn't exactly know how.
As if to say I have a question, yet I'm to afraid to ask.
A game of self pity.
Beckoning for attention.
As if it's our fault of that which they did not mention.
A homeless man walking on the poorest streets of the city.
A prostitute getting in the car with another Jon in a place known for such vices.
We have to take notice and We have to stand out to be noticed.
And pessimism does nothing to farther such a cause.
Unless that is what one desires.
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Promises To Get Fixed What Is Broken
It would be wonderful if initiative was taken,
To correct the mistakes of that which is obvious...
Than to make promises to get fixed what is broken,
If the people could only pretend to forget...
With a forgiveness given,
To those who messed up their lives in the first place.
But now...
Wish to be seen as suited to be selected as the ones,
Who are best at getting the job done.
And...
Haven't they already done that job which is obvious?
That job to undo those standards once valued.
Is it new leadership that the people need?
Or do the people just need to wake up?
Since competent people are already there.
But people are not wanting to be represented by competence.
People have been conditioned to see others fail.
And with a doing that has been done to please them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Causes and Affects
Not into that community madness thing.
You know...
The kind that unifies with speeches for peace,
Two hours after a fresh drive by?
Complete with domestic violence,
And silent prayer vigils.
With tear stained faces...
To mask the commonplace,
Disrespect and self neglect!
Somehow...
Those re-inactments,
Squeezes from me...
Every last dropp of joy I have.
For a round of aging sentiments?
Complete with Bible thumpers...
Singing hymns with scriptures preached.
And these same folks can't speak to me,
When they pass me on the streets?
Someone's not receiving the message,
And what can and should be done!
To 'overcome'!
But guess whose steps moves away from this mess!
Divorced and totally agitation free?
Appealing to my peace of mind...
I find belongs to me these days!
Can you see in my eyes the absence of 'craze'?
I wish I could share with you more of it.
But it took too long to arrive.
And I value that...
Much more than recycled efforts!
Truth in reassessment!
That's my daily affirmation!
And your approach...
Has problems dealing with the causes and affects,
Of a perfected ignorance!
If folks don't wish to know...
Or care about their own growth.
How many marches do you think it will take...
For them to locate an identity that unifies,
An acceptance of self?
Before or after 'Lifting Every Voice in Song'?
It is rumored,
Harriet Tubman only had a flashlight,
To lead folks out of the darkness!
Today...
Everyone has a cellphone.
And 'still' can not comprehend,
A text message sent!
And I rush to get a monthly bus pass,
To keep it real and freshly communicated.
With...
'Commuters'?
Exactly!
And free of surcharges.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Ego Involved
I think I will approach my 'main' interests,
A little bit differently.
'How's that? '
I am going to pretend, publicly...
I have a wish to do one thing,
But sacrifice my time and efforts...
Doing what I love which no one suspects.
And achieve secretly,
Tremendous success.
'That will never happen.'
Why not?
'Because that kind of success,
For you...
Has not happened yet.'
Oh?
I did say 'secretly'.
And secrets revealed slowly to uncover,
Are the best ones to discover.
'You think so, huh?
And how is that? '
By words.
Words expressed,
Coming out of the mouths of others.
Disappointed by the lack of bragging attached.
'And IF that should happen,
That is the best kind of success to achieve.'
I know.
There is no ego involved to detect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Of Yours Have Been Occupants
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Finding fault with accusations.
To free yourself from grief,
To experience bliss.
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
You did not just reappear,
Out of thin air.
You made your decisions.
And in your head,
Thoughts of yours...
Have been occupants there!
If...
The finding of fault with accusations,
Will free you from feeling grief...
To experience bliss?
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
And that would be the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Know this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Wonders
Held in bondage to her mind
Pressure there, she can't unwind
She suspects, all that say they care
All that love her, she must beware
Does he love her or does he not
The silence so loud, that she forgot
What's he thinking, sitting so still?
Is he with her against his will?
She doesn't know what to say or do
Married to him, but she doesn't have a clue
She walks on egg shells most of the time
Is loving him such an aweful crime?
She aches inside for him to hold her hand
Or just a hug, can't he understand?
She just wants to feel loved by him
But the chances of that, are mighty slim
She wonders if she will ever feel his love
He doesn't abuse, but so neglectful of
In her life, no one has cared very much
She just yearns for her mans touch!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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I really don't have any kind of strategy for my career. I don't believe in strategy in this business. I just don't believe in it. It would make me crazy to think that I could somehow be in the right movie or do the right thing.
quote by Carrie-Anne Moss
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Sometimes interviews are fun and good conversations, but stuff like photo shoots and appearances at places where you have to meet a lot of people - I was never really made for this kind of stuff.
quote by Fiona Apple
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Nothing To Them Dawns
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who the foolish people are.
And the support they are receiving,
By those who follow blindly behind...
With an absence of their own thought process.
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who has been depicted as nonconformists.
With a choosing to witness those sitting on a fence.
Debating between themselves to convince,
Which one is more logical and who makes sense.
As they try to impress who has the greater intelligence.
And the ones long depicted as nonconformists,
Now too impatient to listen to foolish arguments...
Find what others do no longer to their amusement.
With decisions they have made in times faded and gone,
To leave alone whether right or wrong...
Those remaining to debate over the obvious,
From Sunrise to Sunset and yet nothing to them dawns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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