Only Known By Sight
A walking away today...
Offends.
One not expressing an opinion,
Can create tension.
An eyebrow raised,
May trigger someone embittered...
Into a crazed rage.
And someone deciding to sit in peace,
Increases rumors of a hushed infidelity.
These things and more,
Are occurring in a neighborhood...
Someone only known by sight,
Had to leave to protect their privacy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trigger Happy
Got an ak-47, well you know it makes me feel alright
Got an uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
Theres no feeling any greter
Than to shoot first and ask questions later
Now Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
Well, you cant take my guns away, I got a constitutional right
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the commies attack us tonight
Ill blow their brains out with my smith and wesson
That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson
Now Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(oh yeah, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh baby, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh Im so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or Im gonna have to blow you away
Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed nazi again
Now whyd you have to get so mad?
It was just a lousy flesh wound, dad
You know, Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
Oh, I still havent figured out the safety on my rifle yet
Little fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead
Well have to use him for a pencil instead
Well, Im so trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(oh yeah, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh baby, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh Im so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or Im gonna have to blow you away
Come on and grab your ammo
What have you got to lose?
Well all get liquored up
And shoot at anything that moves
Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight
Oh, Im prayin somebody tries to break in here tonight
I always keep a magnum in my trunk
You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?
Because Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(oh yeah, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh baby, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh Im so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or Im gonna have to blow you away
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Today... A Raised Eyebrow Is Praised
When does an obscenity achieve,
Acceptance status?
There was a time years ago...
A saving of a cuss word to use,
As one's last attempt to offend...
Would begin an intentional argument.
Today...
Children says these words,
To befriend and endear themselves...
To one another.
With a 'mother' this...
And a 'mother' that,
To then pat each other on the back.
I remember when a raised eyebrow,
Meant someone did something that was not allowed.
Today...
A raised eyebrow is praised,
With an applauding done given to someone...
Who has successfully healed from a recent facelift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live It As It Exists
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect...
That, with time, gets for others,
Less accessible...
With no regrets.
Trust is a factor,
And the key to one's peace.
'Some' one knows do not honor this.
And eventually are discovered,
To be the core of disharmony...
Within a friendship that is thought to be,
Closer than it is in reality!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
And when respect is an issue,
Anyone has to raise?
With those trusted in an inner circle,
That had not before been appraised?
Something about the need for this...
Should not be argued but dealt with quick!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
With a peace of mind,
One should not have to define...
But live it as it exists.
There is no need for a quarrel,
To begin over it!
One should have what one deserves.
And to live it as it exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get Done And With Competence
I don't intend to offend when I begin,
To write...
It just happens,
Within my scope of a life I define...
From my point of view.
And,
Hey...
This point of view is mine!
Today...
I am not selling congeniality.
Nor am I embittered with that kind of...
Mood swinging attitude,
Like some say I am since I do walk,
As if I've got swagger.
And not pulling myself,
Through a field of molasses.
You know...
Like the ones who humble themselves,
To be accepted while filling out a job application.
With their bowed heads and upturned eyes?
And their smile-on-cue demeanors.
I am respectful not a clown!
And I do not 'yes' my way through conversations.
If I have an opinion...
I might express it 'If' I am challenged,
To apply my experience and intelligence...
When communicating a seriousness left,
I wish to leave.
Although I have had my share of injustices.
Some blatant and some masked as if...
I am to understand my minority status,
As a declared human being.
And people who approach me that way,
Are left learning a few lessons.
'The world is a classroom.'
Whenever there is a need to be taught,
A few things about life.
Since I do enjoy delivering...
Some concepts of my own.
I don't often 'trip' like that!
And it does offend those who believe,
I should know my place!
And their place?
Not to get in my way...
If I am expected to perform a task,
To get done and with competence.
Which to 'them' and those like them...
Is another thing that offends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left eyebrow raised, right eyebrow raised.
quote by Mary Kay Ash
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Not a Random Giver
If you ask for my opinion...
Do not expect me to be subjective.
I may neglect to be objective.
With a purpose to reflect,
Upon your connection.
And if you ask from a hypothetical stance.
Do not ready yourself,
For me to sing with you...
In a tune we both can dance.
And if you should ask for my opinion,
Do not get angered if I have none at all.
At least none I would share face to face.
Since what you may ask...
May take away time I care not to waste.
Especially if I can scent a hint...
What you ask is for a survey you take.
And I am not a random giver!
Or one who is quick...
To deliver to those seeking charity.
I've donated everything...
From sperm to a raised eyebrow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Franticness
Wouldn't you know it?
After years of saying,
What was then occurring...
Comes to light and panics,
With such a franticness.
And all that disturbs has been there to see.
But many who were sleeping,
Chose to believe the decay would leave.
The same decay now that prevents them to breathe.
And wouldn't you know it?
After years of saying,
What was then occurring...
People have the nerve to question,
The accountability of those accused...
For not making them listen.
Even though they fought against,
Being awakened to pay attention!
'Excuse me?
And 'why' is it too late to play catch up?
I demand a full explanation!
I KNOW my rights.
And I will stay where I am,
Until I am satisfied my way of life returns.'
Just to ensure we are on the same page.
Are you familiar with the definition of crazed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Privacy
Depending on the degree of one's privacy,
It is recommended...
One chooses to say nothing.
And if one 'does' one should create.
Privacy is not respected.
And having a peace of mind,
Many people who will never have it...
Don't understand it and that is what they hate!
'I told her not to say a word to anyone.
And she couldn't wait until I got off the telephone...
To tell my business to everyone.
And she calls herself a 'friend'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extremely Frightening
What is wrong?
What's the matter?
'Why do you ask?
Nothing is wrong.
In fact...
I am feeling great.
No need to complain.
Not today.
Everything is right 'there'...
Up in the face.'
You respond as if you can be pleasant.
'Oh...
Don't try it.
You're trying to see my eyebrow arch?
That's exactly what I am saying.
You said that...
And not a raised eyebrow did I see.
No sarcasm!
Nothing cynical!
Nothing 'snide'...
Flip or 'clippish'!
Nothing at all to say,
About how stupid fools are.
'Well...
Come on,
Give me a break!
I use to pride myself...
In having something 'wise'
And smart mouthed to say!
Now?
It seems 'everybody' has stolen my routine.
I...once again,
Have decided to be innovative.
Now I express love, patience and understanding.'
And that's what's frightening.
Very few are doing that at all today.
You stand out like a wart on someone's face.
'Now...
I want to point out something.
IF I had said that to you...
A few months or even days ago,
You would be ready to argue or fight with me.
Today...
I don't have to say a word.
People can see all of their blemishes and flaws.
They are all out in the open now.
Every last one.
And 'that' to you should be extremely frightening.'
Why is that?
'I haven't seen so many ugly people in my life!
Have you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn Off the Light
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to spend,
Time
Trying to find a way,
To say nothing that offends your sensitive mind.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Especially not this time.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Or even try to stop them,
To keep my honesty on edge or uptight.
I may be wrong believing,
You to be the co-pilot in my life.
And when I think deeply about it...
I wish you'd parachute right out of my sight!
You don't want me to be sweet and nice!
You'd like me to roar or bark.
Like some animal you've domesticated to be home trained.
Listening to you whine until the wee hours of dark.
I did not see that movie.
And apparently you are still there viewing.
Snap, crackle and pop your ass out of that!
Perhaps I can be quite insensitive.
But there's a limit I'm not going to let,
Myself to you now give.
Since you enjoy whipping me into a huff and puff.
And that's the kind of stuff I've had enough.
Suffering from the agitating unbuffered fluff...
You like to give and not give up!
Enough!
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to sit up all night,
To hear the spite you have
For your so called two faced friends.
To leave me feeling like I'm the one,
Crazed and on the deep end.
With a mind spinning a madness beginning?
No!
I'm not going to allow myself to get that comfortable.
Not with that in our bed.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Like shut the hell up!
And turn off the light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overcomed I Am With Determination
I am not alone in consciousness.
With many who are also aware,
Of what does...
And what for them,
Does not exist.
A connection within begins to click!
And I will never argue with someone,
ANYONE...
About their acceptance.
Or the degree of their acknowledgement.
I've learned personal experiences are just that.
Personally experienced.
Nor am I going to tolerate,
My peace of mind to be tampered.
And no where is 'that' on my top ten list.
I recognize but do not invite irritation.
I may respond with an opinion in conversation.
That's it.
And the hardest lesson there is to learn...
Is to listen.
And,
I've learned that lesson.
My right eyebrow,
Is somehow connected...
To my footsteps.
My eyebrow raises...
With a signal sent,
To my eyes to seek near exits.
Then my feet begin to move.
My reach for the exit...
Becomes a commitment.
And overcomed I am,
With determination. To split!
And I do it as if mastered.
As if to leave is my only priority.
And in many cases...
To get away from what's being layered and laid,
Becomes a needed desperation.
How many excuses to use the restroom,
Can one make?
I think four within an hour is ridiculous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud To Be Amongst The Crowd
There was a time,
When I referred to someone as being a fool...
I intended to offend.
Today?
I am very cautious to call anyone a fool.
Too many today,
Would think that to be a compliment.
And proud to be amongst the crowd.
I miss those days,
When being cynical and sarcastic...
Would get an eyebrow raised.
Today?
Even men are getting their eyebrows shaved,
And arched to look permanently offended.
Needless to say,
My approach has sought to seek alterations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the end, it's acting, it's not real. But every director will tell you that you have to create conditions that create tension, because tension is what makes drama feel real.
quote by Paul Greengrass
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Looking At The Many People
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people,
Waiting to live a life they like.
The many people...
In a luxurized hype.
Looking at the people,
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Or 'Not' To Be Crazed?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is that the question to be raise today?
As a craziness seems very obvious,
To be a part of these head splitting days!
To Know Or remain secure in ignorance?
There may be some advantages...
In not trying to comprehend an insanity,
That has descended to begin without end to it.
And those who make attempts to hide a knowledge...
Should burn all credentials,
With a mindless foolishness...
That is frolicked as if to gleam from being polished.
If everyone is upset,
By a mess that is clear,
Why be the one left...
Who 'appears' to be sincere?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is not a question to be raised today?
To be sick of dealing with nonsense...
Is like soliciting for membership to an unending parade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Tension
Music and lyrics: oates
Id like to join the army
Dont want to join the war
Id take my place in line hell (hell)
Never go awol
We keep on marching forward
Never will retreat
Dont let the enemy inside you
Thats the beginning of defeat
All good soliders stand (to arms)
All good soliers try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
Yeah
Now a shakey finger on the trigger
Ready aim to please
Now how can such a little bullet
Drop big solier to his knees
But theres no warning only waiting
When a strangelove drops the bomb
All this fighting it can hurt you
But its the little wounds that do the harm
All good soliders stand (to arms)
One good solider tries (so hard)
He follows orders never questioning why
Never questioning why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move yeah
All good soldiers stand (to arms)
All good soliders try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
They never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Before The Absence Of It Is Recognized
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
Those embittered and express it,
Know what love is and this makes them sick.
Every time they think of something they did foolish.
Like admitting to submitting.
And wanting now to leave those feelings abandoned.
But can't.
And this is made no secret!
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Those who know true love,
Aren't afraid of being crushed.
But may be overly cautious,
Suspicious and distrusting.
Hoping one raised eyebrow,
Doesn't give them or their experiences away.
'So...
How long did it take you to despise and hate,
Your previous mate? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walking Away
Cold winds blow around me,
And I cant help but think of you.
All the things we wanted,
All the things we had to do.
Wrap yourself around me,
We can steal away sometime.
Your whispers surround me,
But its only in my mind.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
You got what you wanted,
But you cant help but think of me.
All the things you wanted,
All the things you got for free.
One thing to remember
Is that I have feelings, too.
I surely would have closed my eyes
If I had known the real you.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
And Im walking away from,
Walking away from things that move too fast.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
And Im walking away from,
Walking away from things that move too fast.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past...
song performed by by Information Society
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Non-Fictioned
Me?
Oh...
I was born with lots to say!
Poetically.
And any other way.
Sitting back in acceptance...
Has never been my forté.
Living in self deception,
Has not for me been okay!
Questions I ask,
I expect to have answered.
And if what I hear,
Does not please...
I do not rely on rumors,
Or gossip to appease me.
I've been ignored on many occasions.
Only to accept these actions,
As a kind of invitation!
And I become extremely impatient,
With those who hesitate...
In a hushed anticipation!
Awaiting to be spoon fed,
Some resemblance of truth.
To represent a hint of superficial ideals...
They choose to keep pursued.
Me?
Oh...
I was born with lots to say!
Poetically.
And any other way.
And those who feel betrayed,
By the events occurring in their lives today...
From them I have a need to walk away!
Knowing they wish to keep their pretensions intact.
Whether or not they live lives fictionalized,
Or based on fact.
I rather keep my own life lived non-fictioned.
With a reality welcomed I find attractive.
And my mind and heart authorizes...
The motivating information I then enact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envy of the eye & the nose
Let the eye and the nose
Argue why the eyebrow
Who does nothing
Occupies
A Higher Exalted Position,
& even this
Mouth which
Speaks and eats
Thoughts and food,
Have reason to complain,
Why the eyebrow
Up when it
Does nothing?
Its placement is meant
To make you look like
One normal human face
The brain understands
What happens when
The eyebrow is transferred
Below the lips, and you
Know very well, the
Eyebrow really, does
Not mind, if you look like
An alien with a spike.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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