Only When It Is Conducive
Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.
Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.
Do I feel a need to free myself sometimes?
Yes!
Especially when I am smothered...
By others who are vacant.
Or just absent with no minds.
Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.
Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.
However...
I am never that detached from free amusements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!
A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Study The Atmosphere
If ever you are approached by someone,
Who comments that you are different.
Do not become offended.
That's the time when you should become aware,
Of the environment.
And if you perceive it to be out of the ordinary,
You may represent something not often seen.
Immediately stop!
Go get a cup of coffee or tea.
Sit quietly and study the atmosphere.
Your adventurous 'spirit'...
May have intruded upon those of limited minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mess Left To Deepen
A mess left to deepen,
By those who now weep...
Yet they swept this mess to lay in the streets.
While shunning away those,
That came to volunteer their services...
For free.
But told the debris,
Had been a figment of imposed negativity.
What was imagined was theirs to condone,
With a turning of their backs...
To expose an ignorance shown.
And what was in sight for all to see,
Was an impossibility to correct...
With a steadfast stubbornness,
Heating up to get more upset.
And what had been mentioned,
Created tensions amongst those offended.
Well...
Offended and left alone to condone their mess,
Has been done.
Leaving those who weep in their sleeplessness,
United with their wishes kept intact.
With nothing to bring them back to their senses.
Since outstanding were the payments...
To keep them smothered in delusions.
And being addicted to delusions is all they've known.
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You Wont Be The Only One Doing It
You remind me,
Of a friend...
I have never had,
Ever before!
'I'm glad.
That's good to hear.'
That's a relief.
I thought you would be offended,
If I to you admitted this.
There is 'something' about you,
I can not quite put my finger on.
'Why would I be offended? '
Well...
It feels as if I am being punished,
For some reason.
And I pray for answers to come,
To help me understand what it is I've done.
'I know you are joking? '
Yeah!
You have no idea,
How big of a joke I feel this is.
Feel free to laugh anytime you want to.
You wont be the only one doing it,
I'm sure!
'Why are you upset,
That I tell everyone...
What you tell me?
Isn't that what friends are for? '
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What Point Is This You Are Attempting To Make?
Yes...
I said what I said and I meant it.
Just as it sounded as if intended.
'Even though you offended,
With an insensitivity? '
What are you seeking?
An apology that excuses my comments.
To then deny,
I was not conscious?
Yes...
I said what I said and I meant it.
Just as it sounded as if intended.
'But, you are running for public office.
To represent 'all' of the people.'
And what point is this you are attempting to make?
That I should hide my biased opinions to get votes?
'Well...
Kind of.
Or at least pretend.'
That would be like cheating on a spouse.
Or playing cat and mouse.
I think those people who were offended,
Need to get over themselves.
And awaken to have reality revealed.
I said what I said and that's how I feel.
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The Need You Have To Charade
Ever since I've known you,
You've done your best not to admit...
Insecurities you have.
And those habits that exist.
Done as if...
I am not aware.
Or conscious when you declare...
You have other things on your mind.
And when you find the time,
You will work on those things
Needing your attention to mend.
And this you admit!
Since this and other things are accepted,
By your friends...
Why do I seem the only one,
Offended by them?
Maybe there is a reality...
I suspect you have!
But have not seen begin.
Perhaps I am the only one,
Who tires from hearing your creative excuses.
Freshly made to hide behind your masquerades.
And they have long been outdated.
Just like the fake loyalty of your so called friends.
Although I do understand the need you have to charade.
It is your addiction to self abuse,
I do not find amusing.
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Judas
My apprenticeship to learn about your muse is from your great sense of humour,
But let us beg for forgiveness from those we've offended on this earth;
For you are like my thoughts and my feelings,
And i will do anything for you my sweet Judas.
Part of my growth is painted with your muse,
Because i am in love with you!
But let us beg for the forgiveness from those we've offended on this earth,
For you are like my thoughts and my feelings on this earth!
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Dance
Dance!
When you get the chance.
It's okay to pat your feet.
And sway as you move,
To the rhythmic beat.
Dance!
Enhance your prancing,
By letting loose.
Get up and shake that butt.
Give all those excuses up!
Wave your hands and feel free to do it.
Remove those restrictions with thoughts deluded.
What is there to prove if you don't or do?
Improve your health and state of mind too!
Tighten up those muscles in that sagging behind...
And,
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
And...
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Wave your hands and feel free to do it.
Remove those restrictions with thoughts deluded.
What is there to prove if you don't or do?
Improve your health and state of mind too!
Tighten up those muscles in that sagging behind...
And dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
And...
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
And keep on dancing!
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Unaccustomed to Having An Identity
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And others became offended by that?
Others became offended...
Because you announced a clarity of your identity.
AND...
This offended?
AND...
You then became so proud of who you were,
Your entire presence began to threaten?
Especially those unaccustomed to having an identity!
The ones from birth until death,
Are only known by their nicknames.
And they are related to people who will never know,
Their real names.
Ever!
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And the next thing they want you to do,
Is to get 'right' with God.
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I Was Prepared To Boycott Ignorance
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
If I made a poster and picketed with it...
Those who couldn't read...
Would not get incensed.
And the ones politically aware,
Might become offended...
As an attack upon their pretensions.
And some who knew exactly what I meant...
Would avoid me like I was diseased,
With a plague they would prefer not to share.
This awareness for them is best kept ignored.
Not made a public fanfare.
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
Too many would perceive me,
To be its advocate.
And more of it would be solicited.
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Tool Of Those Foolish
You've turned your back on me?
Not once but on several occasions.
And...
Am I suppose to be offended?
Or amused.
Which do you prefer?
If you were not so quick to do this,
You would notice...
My happiness is not offended at all,
By your actions.
Nor did it come with your signature on it.
Seriously,
It didn't.
Someone must have told you,
By the doing of this...
You would get my attention,
With an overdose of curioisty?
I will admit this...
I am curious as to why,
Someone would display publicy...
Such childish stupidity.
Whoever it is that advises you,
To do the immature things you do...
I would suggest you request,
Less feeding of fiction.
And more digesting of facts.
You will become surprise...
How much aware of life you will then become.
With the stopping of your doing of that.
Trust me.
There is so much to be gained,
By living life...
Not to be used as a tool,
Of those foolish and so obvious.
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Did You Ask For Sarcasm?
You may pay to be mass produced.
Using to abuse your own talents.
And then you tell me with a straight face,
I'm not the one to recognize my own skills?
Not only do I recognize yours...
But,
I will give you a clue as to how aware I am.
'Sure.
Why not?
Amuse me,
Before I fall to sleep.'
You're not going to nod through this.
Trust me.
'Please.
Whatever you do,
Do not pull out any rabbits.
Flying birds.
Or talking mice.'
I can tell you anything,
And it's on the streets.
Like you are my press agent AND...
Publicist and head the department of advertising.
'Who said what and to who did somebody else,
Say to them that I said?
You can dropp some names on me if you like.
And there wont be none!
Because I am NOT like that.'
Yes you are.
And you should be just 'that' for yourself.
Just your gossiping alone,
Has saved me at least 80% of my advertising budget...
I've would have had to spend if not for you.
So don't feel offended.
I'm saying you are great at what you do,
But focus more of that attention on yourself.
And when you do...
You will be amazed by the results you will receive.
'Why are you being so sarcastic? '
You want to argue.
This is about business and what is cost effective.
Your heart says 'Yes! '
But your head is too thick with nonsense,
To notice you have a mind.
Was that 'you' who asked for sarcasm?
Or was that more of a demand?
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Humbling Those Who Are Most Defiant
Anyone wishing to enforce their beliefs,
With a flaunting done insisting their point of view
Is correct with a pouting stubbornness,
No evidence presented will convince.
Should be Left alone to feel offended.
Since,
Truth known as shown
To be clear as clarity for all to see as 'is',
Has a way of humbling those who are most defiant.
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Atonement ceremony
Atonement does not atone for the offence
Done by one until one's made atonement
Direct, personal, to the one offended
And until the offended is prepared
To forgive the offender in response
To compensations and repentance made.
Atonement demands no ceremony.
Feel the tone of it; you get atonement.
25.09.2012
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There Had To Have Been a Reason
Do I place my shoes,
Around or near your bed?
Have I laid under your sheets,
With pillows under our heads?
And 'IF' I have offended you,
By anything I've ever said...
There had to have been a reason,
To do what I did without excuses instead.
Since you are not an investment,
I can feel and see...
Would ever keep me interested.
With a dividend that benefits a relationship,
I would ultimately dread!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ASKED To Be 'Disrespected
Have you ever been ASKED,
To be 'disrespected'?
Then given a look of disbelief,
When the request has been rejected?
If you have...
You know where this is most likely to happen.
And If you haven't...
There is a place like this that exists.
Wherein people aware of this,
Pray consistently as if addicted in need of a fix.
Exaggerating?
You are welcomed to pay a visit.
Within twenty four hours,
What has been discussed becomes quite obvious.
And this mindlessness that is part of the environment...
Is totally an accepting mindset easily offended if mentioned.
Try to bring this ignorance to anyone's attention.
And watch closely to their reaction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Insolence
You are wrong.
I do care what I say.
And where it is done I do it.
You are confusing what I say,
With...
When I say it and who is listening.
There is a difference, you know?
And I could care less about that.
You see...
People who may be offended,
And become uptight by my biting...
Were offended and uptight long before I arrived.
They are just attempting to make me an excuse,
To enable them to vent about their quality of life...
While having others believe,
My 'insolence' has tarnished their decaying standards.
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An Over and Done and An Exit Out
Some people have a tendency,
To embrace nonsense.
As if it is an appendage.
While those who have become offended by this...
Decide to exhaust all tolerance for it's appearance.
The 'nonsensical' then become offended,
When an attention is suspended from them.
But a caring that has lessened immensely...
Is still giving these folks a bit too much respect,
That needs to end...
Period.
With an over and done,
And an exit out!
With no pouting to exchange.
But definitely...
A silent and closed mouth.
Until a point made has been established.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Disappearing Act
If I have offended you,
That can only mean one thing!
You chose to enforce an impression on me.
With a familiar disrespect,
That is a part of your life without self reflection.
And if I offended you,
I've seen what you do too much.
And folks like you out of touch,
With an absorption of self?
I don't like.
Although I may not say that.
My disappearing act should express it!
You will not test my peace of mind.
Doing it I do not suggest,
One bit.
And if you find that offensive,
I do not give a...
'To those who know what I am saying?
You know what I am saying!
There is no point in explaining.
Some folks can agitate the evil out of others.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Numbed Than Stunned
What's done becomes more offensive,
When the intention does not receive...
The expected attention.
And those who should have been offended,
Have become more numbed than stunned...
By the show of ignorance some will never overcome.
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