Operating As One
I think the entire relationship
Had been totally misunderstood.
I didn't select one to be better than the rest.
I chose one to be the only and the best!
Not to run from one to the other...
As if there was a competition,
In a foolish contest with an ego to recover!
And that is why my time is now spent...
Avoiding those who are eager,
To remove their clothes...
In a timed experiment!
I'm seeking only one...
Who discovers a togetherness.
Exploring adventures with each other can be fun,
In an investment of two hearts
With two minds operating as one!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Intimidate The Minds Of Children
I love to intimidate,
The minds of children.
Especially the ones believing,
They know everything.
'But why intimidate them?
You should be encouraging,
Their eager minds to grow.'
Oh...
I do.
I allow them to express to me,
What it is they 'think'.
And then I say something,
Totally nonsensical...
To observed them becoming confused.
That's when their minds are their most creative.
'That's not being supportive.'
And allowing them to grow,
Believing they know 'everything' is?
Without exploring their imaginations?
I want them to be curious.
To be more inquisitive about life.
And that 'is' being more supportive,
Than anything else I can do.
I'm giving them an alternative,
To a lifetime of choosing to being screwed up.
Look what believing they know everything,
Has done to their parents.
You can not tell them anything to comprehend.
Before a sentence is finished on any subject matter,
They want to tell you where they've gone to school.
Where they've been.
And how much they've earned,
From acquiring a college degree.
With planned vacations and retirements scheduled.
'That is success for a lot of people.'
That's an assembly line producing failures.
A life of knowledge is not obtained in college.
And one's happiness is not determined on test scores.
Sometimes one plus two,
Might equal three times the desperation.
Causing one to know more about division of property,
If things don't work out as expected.
And being skilled in mathematics under stress,
Is not healthy for the mind.
Too much evidence of that,
They can find on their own time.
To select and accept or ignore.
Today...
I'd like to see them searching the landscape,
Of vast possibilities.
They are my future too.
And I want them to know that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Care
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
And how they were expressed.
I was too busy collecting 'things'
Believing they would bring me a happiness.
At one time I perceived,
My needs were different than yours.
I thought of life as a contest...
And doing whatever I could to win,
Regardless of any suffering you did...
Behind 'your' closed doors.
That was a problem 'you' had,
I chose to ignore.
At one time I thought myself better than most,
If I had a college degree.
Afterall, so many didn't!
And I was getting 'mine'...
With very-little-sleep,
Indeed.
Any sacrifice committed I did,
Was done then for selfish reasons.
There was something I wanted to prove.
And selecting those I wished to please.
That is what I then did do!
I had corrupted thoughts.
Brought about by ego.
I had corrupted thoughts.
That would glorify my name.
And I was not above shame!
I had corrupted thoughts.
Not criminal but close.
I had corrupted thoughts I chose...
To drive a nice car and wear fine clothes.
Petty I know.
But I needed then to boast!
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
And how they were expressed.
I was too busy collecting 'things'
Believing they would bring me a happiness.
At one time I perceived,
My needs were different than yours.
I thought of life as a contest...
And doing whatever I could to win,
Regardless of any suffering you did...
Behind 'your' closed doors.
But today I care about you more than ever.
Feeling us connected...
In a 'together' seperateness.
Today I care about you more than ever.
Both of us have been blessed,
Not to live it to impress.
But to be grateful for life as it is!
And that should be expressed.
To leave God to do the rest,
At His best!
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
Your needs and your feelings.
Until I awakened to realize...
They were my own!
And 'that' God has shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time And Space Is Relative
Time and space is relative,
Depending on how close...
We regard the association.
And how the togetherness is spent,
To enhance the strength of the relationship.
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Exhausting Promises Meant to Keep
Is there anyone who lives,
Without expressing some regret?
Something done one wishes to forget?
Perhaps making a remark,
That was left to spark an animosity.
One even forgiveness given,
The mind can not leave alone.
Or remove completely,
From our doorsteps.
To find us inside comforted in total rest.
Is there anyone who lives,
Without expressing some remorse?
A wish a decision made had taken another course?
Like a marriage that ends in divorce?
Or a relationship desired...
That has not replaced,
The emotional investment paid for the cost...
Of a loss reviewed as time spent and wasted.
And memories kept have a way of replaying,
Every detail of each moment embossed with highlights!
Exhausting promises meant to keep,
To be freed of indecision.
When someone else one meets,
Finds us against our wishes...
As the repeating of the same steps,
Creep to leak unresolved issues.
Saying once again...
To a valued peace of mind.
That if that 'next' time should come...
We...
By then,
Will have overcomed and corrected an oversight!
Yet...
Another flaw neglected,
Has a way of surfacing.
To be heard from departing lips...
In daydreams wished to once lick with kisses,
Now sickens with the thought of it!
Again,
Where should these lessons learned,
Be kept to stay fresh in our minds?
Or should one desiring to dance with romance...
Again,
Just sit and observe?
And not rush to be partnered.
Again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adventures In Paradise
We wanna be alone tonight
til early in the morning light
Exploring what the nature brings
Adventures in paradise
Adventures in paradise
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Oh, you know what I want tonight
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Adventures in paradise
We wanna be alone tonight
til early in the morning light
Exploring what the nature brings
Adventures in paradise
Adventures in paradise
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Oh, you know what I want tonight
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Adventures in paradise
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Oh, you know what I want tonight
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Adventures in paradise
When the moon is at its height
And nobody is in sight
Were hiding from the world we used to like
And will stories then be told
Of what we did here tonight
You will always be my number one
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Oh, you know what I want tonight
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Adventures in paradise
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Oh, you know what I want tonight
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Adventures in paradise
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Oh, you know what I want tonight
Oh, give me what I need tonight
Adventures in paradise
Oh, give me what I need tonight
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Foolish Restrictions
Come,
And spend the night with me.
Unleash those temptations.
And be freed of them.
Have we witnessed,
Enough of the passion and yearning?
It is time to get explicit.
It is time to let...
What naturally comes next.
A love expressed,
With the act of sex just between us.
Come,
And spend the night with me.
Let the flowing of our urges...
Complete that need.
Time has long passed,
Since I wanted just a piece of...
Love!
To grasp and call my own to grow!
Come,
And spend the night with me.
Now and tomorrow.
And beyond...
If that is our destiny!
You and I have too long known...
A togetherness our hearts have shown.
Come...
And let us remove,
Those foolish restrictions!
Those that keep us relating in limited conditions.
When we wish more than anything,
To lay in each other's arms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lack Of Interest
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
'I would love to participate,
With the giving of my time.
But calling me at midnight,
Two days before the event...
Expecting my excitement.
When you spent an entire year,
Procrastinating?
Thank you for your show of respect.
But at this hour,
I would like to get more rest.'
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
With an advertising campaign,
Gone unknown.
~We didn't think you'd be that serious about it,
Since we are just throwing it together.
With a hope of its success.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misunderstood
The ills of all the human race,
The woes of earth that bring disgrace
Would banish, if we only could,
Escape the fiend, Misunderstood.
When Eve and Adam pure and good,
The law divine misunderstood,
A downward course was then begun,
A race that all the earth must run.
The thought is sad, indeed, though true,
That sinners reap in season due,
The fruits of all they sow, and should,
For down in hell they're understood.
The infidels of giant brain,
Would save themselves a deal of pain,
By claiming truth, if such they could,
But they alas! misunderstood.
The wars that devastate the land,
The reason men for wrong will stand,
They have somewhere in seeking good,
The law of right misunderstood.
In harshness do we estimate,
The neighbors oft we underrate,
The scene would change it nature could,
The monster bare, Misunderstood.
The Negro Problem of the times,
Which breeds the most atrocious crimes,
Survives, because in crushing good,
The Golden rule's misunderstood.
The Savior's work on earth was one,
Of building up where sin had run,
He gave to all the highest good,
But passed through life misunderstood.
We long to rest when time is o'er,
In that beyond for evermore,
The habitation of the good,
Above the fiend, Misunderstood.
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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Worthy Of Character Assassination
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
With time to waste.
And seeking someone to help them fake,
Life!
And the living of it irresponsibly!
They seem to be the ones who spent their lives,
Gliding on complaints!
And flying high on innuendo.
Hoping to age faintly.
Without applying chemical restraints.
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
Live with an emptiness on their minds all the time.
And seeking an easy way...
To get their dreams fulfilled.
With very few taking their time...
To positively supply their minds.
Yet...
Finding those who choose to do,
Worthy of character assassination!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Master of Basicness
Just because they have shown him love and respect...
And treat him as if he already leads.
This does not mean he is lacking in experience.
What it does show,
However...
Are those with claims of having it,
Have a slight problem convincing others around the world...
They have a handle on interpretations.
And a progression of incompetence...
Which has long jumped off,
A fence.
But,
With a however to add.
Then again...
They have had many years providing proof,
They are right.
But misunderstood!
They have had many years providing proof,
They are right.
But misunderstood!
They have had many years providing proof,
They are right.
But misunderstood!
And millions of people have been misunderstanding them.
With a clouded comprehension.
There are those who have no idea what it takes to dress for dinner.
And then...
There are those who who not only know how to select a chef...
But also know how to select a menu,
With an overview of how to meet and greet 'all' the arriving guests!
And he upsets the apple cart,
By disregarding an etiquette that upsets.
He is the 'Master of Basicness'.
And does this better than the rest!
Leaving those behind who oppose...
His napkins aren't folded.
And they do that the best!
He wants to end a disasterous past...
With a new beginning!
They with their experience...
Wish to begin reminiscing disasters from the past.
As reminders to keep endings from ever ending.
With an experienced fresh outlook,
They have been proposing...
That can not seem with them,
To ever quite begin!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty Contest
Damsel in distress is quite submissive
Look how somber my vanity is
A feminine human creature
Superficial, seducing detour
Im going to the mall for the cookie cutter
The ugly duckling will always suffer
Contaminated standards, I try to fight it
I better get back on my diet
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
Reduce myself, I got the strict restrictions
Not sexy enough without the regulations
A melting point countdown the fading features
Born to blossom and bloom to perish
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Oh, Ive got to get out of this mess
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
And Ive fallen, I cant help myself
Im feeling envious of all the rest
Youre bringing out the lemming in me
A victim of the cattle call disease
Not easy to be me
I feel swollen
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Ive got to get out of this mess
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
And I feel swollen
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
My vanitys a mess
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Comforted By a Fling
Could I be faithful,
In a monogamous relationship.
Without threats of being attacked,
By a hot pot of grits.
Or being collared or leashed,
With locked wrists.
After awakening from a stupor...
Listening to someone 'hiss'?
Is Christmas celebrated,
Every year on December 25th?
Yes! It is.
And I've tried it...
That monogamous bit.
And some things for some people,
Are better to forget.
I often ask myself this...
If I willfully married,
And I was conscious of it...
My intentions were sincere.
My heart was captured.
And wide awake I was determined not to quit.
I was...
Mad-ly,
In LOVE.
Hypnotized and 'whipped'
Into a craze...
In those days when I declared ownership.
But today I am not in a relationship.
The idea of having one frightens.
And I am aware enough to admit it.
I surrendered my single life twice.
Saying 'I Do' and shaking with nervousness.
The emotional investment it takes to be involved,
Is too stressful when conflicts can not be solved.
And time and effort spent...
Seems to disengage and dissolve.
Senselessness and nonsense,
Do not like oil and vinegar mix.
No matter how delicious a remembered salad.
Growing and learning together is important...
When storms and weather begin to change course.
Being prepared prevents divorce.
And a friendship not there to share...
With a maturity to accept flaws?
Those dividends given in a relationship,
Noticeably come to an end.
Any excuse used is the 'cause'.
Could I be faithful in a monogamous relationship?
Again?
Well...
I have spent a lot of time making bad investments.
And the odds do not seem to be in my favor.
Although I must say,
I am comforted by a fling now and then!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Argument is conclusive, but it does not remove doubt, so that the mind may rest in the sure knowledge of the truth, unless it finds it by the method of experiment.
quote by Roger Bacon
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Your Girl Chose Me
J-Boog:
Hey Yo your girl chose me (chose me)
you know the name of the game(game)
(B2 B2k)
Hey yo your girl chose me (chose me)
you know the name of the game (game)
(B2 B2K)
Hey Yo your girl chose me (chose me)
you know the name of the game (game)
(B2 B2k)
Hey yo your girl chose me (chose me)
you know the name of the game (game)
(B2 B2K)
Omarion:
When I met her she said to me yo I really like your style
She said Let's go somewhere that
we can be alone for a while
I didn't even know it (didn't even know it)
That she had a boyfriend (maybe had a boyfriend)
But that's the way it is when you do it like me
It's only why you mad at me
Chorus:
So I saw her
you trippin' cuz I had took her
I didn't even know her
But the name of the game is your girl chose me
Didn't know her and all I wanna do is uh uh uh uh uh uh
Cuz I'm the kind of player there ain't no stoppin no way
And your girl chose me
J-Boog:
Hey yo your girl chose me
(chose me)
you know the name of the game (game)
(B2 B2k)
Omarion:
You win some lose some it's just exactly what the game's about
So why you buggin bout' some chick who tried to play you out (play you out)
It ain't like I'm in love with her
she's just another girl on my list (my list)
So you can have her
and I'll leave If you don't what's gonna make her stop acting like this
Chorus:3x
Omarion:
I'm just a player there ain't nothing I can say and if she really
loves you she would never look my way so
If I tell her do it
She finds another guy and
You will trip over him again
Chorus:2x
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More Minds Are Needed In the Act of Reaction
Weapons are made to be used.
Just like those of unconscious minds.
Time is not spent in the waste of their creation.
The investment made is too precious to be kept,
Left behind with no purpose meant.
Some say a mind is a terrible thing to waste!
No mind is wasted.
More minds are needed in the act of reaction.
To be used like a weapon with a quick fuse.
And this use has proven to be highly successful!
Less minds are needed to think.
Especially when conflicts are thoughtlessly linked.
And those who are thinkers,
Are seldom seen cheering for their own doom!
Or...
Honorable sacrifice.
To later be labelled as a common hero to forget.
Thinkers,
Although less popular...
Have not become that crazy,
Yet!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Departing Wish
The dying body wanted to say something
Too frail, it spoke only with eyes
One can do little around the time it dies!
The wife, the son, the ones close to him
Pressed the ears on the faintly parting lips
Death is surely winning, yea, its scale tips!
The body lay dying with just enough to cover shame
Audience was the living witness, of this silent mayhem
Eager to know the last word, or some last name!
The dying’s eyes dilated before they narrowed to slit
It couldn’t say, they didn’t know, what was it?
“Naked I was born, and make me that as I perish,
Remove my clothes”, was its last departing wish!
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Diplomacy
Why is it that you...
And others with your point of view,
Believe it is perfectly okay...
To re-appear as you please,
In the lives of those you have dismissed...
As being too direct with their candid honesty,
While making it an additional excuse for you...
To perceive the spoken truth as evil!
What makes you believe,
You and your unresolved issues...
Are sweetened treats,
You will tease others...
By keeping your headaches away.
Today...
People are living with a higher expectation,
To spend their time with others...
In the search for a higher consciousness.
You can decide to go in and out of hiding,
To protect your immature sensitivities...
For the rest of your life!
You can decide that priding your stubbornness,
Excites others into a frenzied curiousity...
To begin to question your whereabouts.
I wish to leave you with this comment made,
Your desire to keep revisiting a mental debilitating outlook...
Is on you!
And is a view only you and others delighting it explore.
But those who are seeking to open closed doors...
And remove locks from their uptight minds,
Are not trying to find ways to move around in darkness.
Many people today,
Are seeking to remove clouds from their visions.
And you apparently...
Will never see the importance to prioritize,
The connecting of those dots!
And yes,
You have taught me a lot...
About diplomacy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Love Of God The End Of Life
Since life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it--I am well content,
And meekly wait my last remove,
Seeking only growth in love.
No bliss I seek, but to fulfil
In life, in death, thy lovely will;
No succours in my woes I want,
Save what thou art pleased to grant.
Our days are numbered, let us spare
Our anxious hearts a needless care:
'Tis thine to number out our days;
Ours to give them to thy praise.
Love is our only business here,
Love, simple, constant, and sincere;
O blessed days, thy servants see,
Spent, O Lord! in pleasing thee!
poem by William Cowper
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Discovers' Day October 8,2007
Who?
Just who
authorized
the printer of my
wall calender
to remove Columbus
replacing him with
Discovers' Day?
Who, just who?
When I bought the calender
sure I did not read the fine print.
Didn't think I needed to.
Is it because he and his men
may have brought
smallpox and syphilis
and based on where they landed
didn't really
discover America?
In fact they missed
what they were
sailing for.
It was a shorter route
to the East Indies;
missed by several thousand miles.
We've know this for a long time.
Why take him off
my calender now?
What about the parades-
The Columbus Day Sales-
Am I still going to get 20% off?
No mail today.
Federal employees
Got the day off.
Maybe it's not
Such a big thing?
Do only I miss Columbus?
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Imbedded
Six weeks spent in quarantine.
And five months being probed,
In isolation and daily disrobed...
Over every inch of my body,
By those clothed and masked...
To microscope every crevice I had,
Is a memory I will never forget.
Imbedded in my mind,
Is that time I experienced feeling totally alone.
To say today...
There is nothing to compared to it.
Nor the reaction from those I received to get,
Who chose to gossip with embellished innuendos.
While my faith remained to strengthen....to me shows.
There is nothing to compared to it this I admit.
Nor the reaction from those visiting with images.
Who chose to gossip with embellished innuendos.
While my faith remained to strengthen.
And the few I will never forget,
Who did their very best to get me back on my feet.
Blessed are they,
Who did not wish secretly to see me defeated.
Since my healing completely,
Reveals with clarity what those of closed minds...
Would never suspect is shown to make known,
When one is assisted to climb to a higher consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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