Out To Eliminate Frivolous Trivia
Taking time for the ridiculous,
No longer crosses my mind.
I'm out to weed these days.
Out to eliminate frivolous trivia.
I've donate enough of my mind to those times.
And participated with the deliverance,
Of my own foolishness.
And I don't intend to do that for the rest of my life.
Stuck in cemented buckets,
May be those tools by a mason...
Forgetting to use bricks to lay.
And I recognize needless nonsense delays.
May I use your hatchet, please?
Some heads are about to roll!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Admitting to Admit The Truth
Your mind is stuck in a time zone.
Inadvisable it is...
To believe to keep it there is positive.
Your mind is stuck in a time zone.
These days are not going back.
If fact your beliefs are way off track.
Your mind is stuck in a time zone.
And it's unfortunate...
Your stubbornness wont allow you to see it.
Although you are stuck...
You are not alone.
And many like you,
Will just sit.
Not admitting to admit the truth.
Since delusions you've been fed,
Wont allow you to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cemented Against Your Re-appearance
Forgetting you...
Is not my option.
Nor is there a door to open,
I can walk through...
Without you in my mind.
Forgetting you I thought was a done deal.
I refused a hint of feeling anything for you.
Or so I thought.
I was sure any memory I had riddened,
And cemented against your re-appearance.
Everywhere I went unintended...
With a need to adventure and explore new avenues.
I was drwan to a purpose meant.
What was I doing?
Running from myself?
To forget you?
I never took the time to believe you would leave.
I never took the time to believe that you would.
And when you did...
I sat.
And sat,
Even through cat naps...
Disbelieving.
Forgetting you...
Is not my option.
Nor is there a door to open,
I can walk through...
Without you in my mind.
Forgetting you I thought was a done deal.
I refused a hint of feeling anything for you.
Or so I thought.
I was sure any memory I had riddened,
And cemented against your re-appearance.
'Who's fool am I now? '
Your voice I hear so clear in my head.
'Who's fool am I now?
To me you are the one,
In my mind who is dead! '
Your voice I hear so clear in my head.
'Who's fool am I now? '
'Who's fool am I now? '
Go away!
Your voice I hear so clear in my head.
'Who's fool am I now? '
'Who's fool am I now? '
Go away!
Go away!
'Who's fool am I now? '
'Who's fool am I now? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crosses We Bare
Some days seem longer than others,
depending on how many crosses
we have to bare.
Each of us has a cross to carry,
for guilt, we call our own.
When the crosses get heavy,
days seem to linger with out end.
We feel at times,
no one can help us
with the crosses that we bare,
but there is always someone.
They walk beside us everyday,
a simple prayer of forgiving,
and he will help us on our way.
We can tell him all our sorrows,
our guilt’s and woes to be.
He always listens to us
as he walks with us each day.
We all know his name,
and how to speak to him,
if the crosses that we carry,
ever get to weighty to bare.
poem by David Harris
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Of Non-ness
But at this time...
On these non-days,
When a sense of non-ness is existing.
I try to find in my mind,
A reason and a rhyme...
To define what it is I choose to decline.
And it is at this time,
I'm feeling quite fine.
And those non-days existing,
With a non-ness to grind...
To upset my mind,
I can't allow...
Myself to be twisted in the mix of it!
I once participated in heated debates.
About the absence of the right,
To enjoy the life I've made.
Without feeling I should trade away...
This happiness I feel and have,
I just can't walk away from to see betrayed.
And it is because at this time,
On these non-days...
Whether they come to others to keep and stay,
I wish agitation begin from me to fade.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
And when that non-ness is there to share,
Because at this time I made up my mind to care...
I,
Have chosen peace...
And I've left the scene.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making Time And Finding Comfort
I awakened today,
With yesterday on my mind.
And the day before.,
Along with those days before that...
Gone but obviously not forgotten.
And I asked myself...
Why are times I can not change,
Making time and finding comfort in my mind?
And giving me a reason to trip,
With 'what 'ifs'?
I awakened today,
With yesterday on my mind.
And the day before.,
Along with those days before that...
Gone but obviously not forgotten.
And I asked myself...
'If it is time you want to waste,
Why can't you take some of it...
And clean up your house? '
Needless to say...
I thought that comment was extremely rude.
So I left.
Determined to return when I felt like it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgiving You Was Easy
Forgiving you was easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
I just keep thinking and your memory is forever on my mind
You know I'll always love you and I can't forget the days when you were mine
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The bitter fruit of anger growing from the seeds of jealousy
Oh what a heartache but I forgive the things you said to me
Cause I believe forgiving is the only way that I'll find peace of mind
And forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The years have passed so quickly as once again fate steals a young man's dreams
Of all the golden years and growing old together you and me
You asked me to forgive you-you said there was another on your mind
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
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Comes As Soothing As Good News
As I age in times ageless,
With those afraid to leave their youth!
I find myself discovering a wealth,
Of understanding I am handed and pursue.
And the magic of this...
Is not so much that I have aged.
It seems that I
No longer deny
My triumphs or those delays!
With a patience that has grown,
To unmask and live my life...
I find that I am the first to admit wrong,
And not to insist that I can be happily right!
Taking my time to make up my mind,
Has left a satisfaction I alone approve.
Knowing that I still try to do my best...
And doing what I damn well choose!
Realizing I am through making excuses,
For me comes as soothing as good news!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Heads Are Gonna Roll
You can look to the left and
Look to the right
But you will live in danger tonite
When the enemy comes he will
Never be heard
Hell blow your mind and not say a word
Blinding lights--flashing colors
Sleepless nights
If the man with the power
Cant keep it under control
Some heads are gonna roll
Some heads are gonna roll
(repeat)
The power-mad freaks who are
Ruling the earth
Will show how little they think youre worth
With animal lust theyll
Devour your life
And slice your word to bits like a knife
One last day burning hell fire
Youre blown away
If the man with the power
Cant keep it under control
Some heads are gonna roll
Some heads are gonna roll
(repeat)
Know what its like
When youre taken for granted
There goes your life
Its so underhanded
If the man with the power
Cant keep it under control
Some heads are gonna roll
Some heads are gonna roll
song performed by by Judas Priest
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I Wish To Get Paid For The Publicity
I have been mentally harrassed.
And my mind has been taken,
To inapproriate places.
Leaving my imagination...
To become,
Touched with such a disturbing hold...
I can not sleep peacefully at night,
With unsolicited thoughts...
I have never had before.
'And...
When exactly did this happen,
To merit your charges against...
The defendant? '
It doesn't matter.
It happened.
And besides a wealth of media coverage,
I desire my accusations to pay for a life of leisure...
I am due,
Just for having the audacity to make such ridiculous claims.
Enough.
Let's get down to business.
'And you expect us to find fault with the defendant,
Based upon your foolishness?
You are relying on the public,
To be the judge and jury? '
I expect my 'foolishness',
As you put it...
To be as legitimate as the rest of the 'foolishness',
That has today become prioritized.
AND...
Judge and jury courting whatever the laws may be,
I wish to get paid for the publicity coming to you FREE...
Since I alone created to generate overwhelming TV ratings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Kicking To The Curb
Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
As well as a chasing away of 'expected' obstacles...
Presented to prevent what I must do each day.
I had to grow stronger and determined,
To prove for no one else but myself...
The steps that I take on the path I am on...
I am on it because I belong,
In the doing with a purpose.
And serving this purpose as it deserves.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I recognize my blessings.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I have recognized those foes...
Hoping to block my way,
From the crevices of shadows fading.
And...
On a daily basis I will and can say,
The Creator is responsible...
For removing opposition in my way that sit.
Trying to upset me with conflicts to afflict.
The Creator is responsible...
For not allowing this to persist.
And with a knowing of that,
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
All that which attempts to delay my mission.
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
To eliminate from me aches of all kinds,
From my mind to exist...
With an assistance only God can give.
It is with my Father's wishes,
The Creator of ALL there is 'that' is...
That has done this to mend AND fix!
And He, My Father...
Will not continue to permit,
The foolishness of nonsense...
To attack me with that kind of grip.
God has shown me I need not put up with it.
And...
With a clearing of the way for only HIS will to be done!
As it shall be...nonsense gets out of the mix.
Since The Creator alone,
Rules the Kingdom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Keep Forgetting
If I see you on the street and start to cry
If it looks like I'm so lonesome I might die
If you can hear my heart just breaking right in two
Remind me once again who left who
I keep forgetting
That I don't need you now
It slips my mind
That's I'm the one who said we were through
I just can't seem to remember
It was me who walked out the door
I keep forgetting
I don't love you anymore
If your phone should ring in the middle of the night
If missin' you's a feelin' I can no longer fight
If I beg you please just give me one more try
Remind me I'm the one who said goodbye
I keep forgetting
That I don't need you now
It slips my mind
That's I'm the one who said we were through
I just can't seem to remember
It was me who walked out the door
I keep forgetting
I don't love you anymore
I keep forgetting
I don't love you anymore
Keep forgetting
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Seven Days A Week And Tweaked
When I filled to the brim,
Knowing my hip hop days were over.
And mentally I had graduated,
To levels with a taking of my life seriously.
Something within me had to address foolishness.
With a leaving behind several people,
Who still today wish to stay in playful arenas.
And can not seem to find,
A structure that defines order in their minds.
To excuse their choices made as having a good time!
Seven days a week and tweaked to celebrated...
Those times lived.
And how they use to be in those old days long gone,
They can not let go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Taking You Off My Best Friends' List
I'm taking you off my best friends' list.
Yes,
I am.
If I have to put up with your nonsense,
And you don't have time for mine...
I get offended by it.
I don't care if you do have things in your life,
To prioritize.
Or that I might contact you,
At the most inappropriate times.
Or...
You just might like some time to be left alone.
Or...
That I've done the same thing to you,
And my activities you've condone.
So what!
I'm taking you off my best friends' list.
Yes,
I am.
If I have to put up with your nonsense,
And you don't have time for mine...
I get offended by it.
Especially when I have time to sit,
With a wasting of time!
And you have none for me that exist.
I've tolerated your selfishness!
How come this time,
You can not tolerate mine?
I'm taking you off my best friends' list.
Well...
I'm moving you to number 2!
And I could care less how you feel about it!
Hello?
HELLO? ?
I know you did not give me dial tone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Knows No Reason
In times of frustrations
The mind leads
What the mind teaches
The heart feels.
In times of depression
The mind finds the means
What the mind gives
The heart receives
In times of prosperity
The mind rules
What the mind dictates
The heart follows
In times of loving
The mind asks
What the mind questions
The heart answers
When the mind resists
The heart insists
It is the time
When the mind looses
And the heart wins
Adopted from Richard Viray
May 1996
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When A Maturity Much Needed Is Sought And Begins
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
Those games chosen to play,
To protect insecurities...
Needing to be chased away,
Are nothing more than childish pranks.
Overdue for a ridding...
Instead of pursuing them to please,
A mental dysfunction to outdo and out rank.
I've lost all attraction to play games like that.
I will return your calls.
But a tolerance of a nonsense initiated,
I no longer accept at all.
What point is made,
By a charading done to masquerade?
And in these days we live call for a seriousness.
With my desire to continue on like this...
Leaving you behind with the times I will not miss.
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call This Whatever You Wish
Call this anti-social.
Call it whatever you believe it is!
But I had awakened one day,
Knowing I was through with nonsense.
And those who participated...
In the distribution of foolishness.
While the quality of life...
And the standards of it diminished.
As those immature around me age,
Condoning it as if it should exist!
Call it whatever you will.
Call this whatever you wish.
Call me anti-social, please!
If a clue I leave...
Says anything about my involvement.
And my need to protect my peace and happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dealing With My Own Nonsense
You can be hardheaded and stubborn,
As much as you like.
But not on my time.
You will find I don't mind,
Leaving folks like you behind.
I only accept my own foolishness.
That's it!
Dealing with my own nonsense,
Is all I am going to agree to handle.
And I can be a hand full.
Trust...
But don't test me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Frivolous Tonight
Let us talk about some trivial things we like
A bit of this and that
Lets chew the fat
Pour ourselves a glass of stout
And let our rael brook shirts hang out
Nothing makes us more content
To let us wallow in a bit of nonsense
Were all so frivolous tonight, tonight
Lets reveal our childlike nature
And leave our stocks and invoices to rot
Lets go to pot
Tell our jokes about mothers in law
But watch him jump when she comes through the door
Oh the party goes with a swing
When we talk about the trivial things
Were all so frivolous tonight
But theres always one
Who wants to talk shop
Well drive him through the door
With a broom or a mop
Let us tell our favourite story
About some poor chap who put it on display
Hip hooray
And let the girls gather in their slacks
To talk about husbands hairy backs
Some might think were a bit of a shower
But this could be our finest hour
Were all so frivolous tonight, tonight
Were all so ridiculous tonight.
song performed by by Xtc
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Frivolous Tonight
Let us talk about some trivial things we like
A bit of this and that
Lets chew the fat
Pour ourselves a glass of stout
And let our rael brook shirts hang out
Nothing makes us more content
To let us wallow in a bit of nonsense
Were all so frivolous tonight, tonight
Lets reveal our childlike nature
And leave our stocks and invoices to rot
Lets go to pot
Tell our jokes about mothers in law
But watch him jump when she comes through the door
Oh the party goes with a swing
When we talk about the trivial things
Were all so frivolous tonight
But theres always one
Who wants to talk shop
Well drive him through the door
With a broom or a mop
Let us tell our favourite story
About some poor chap who put it on display
Hip hooray
And let the girls gather in their slacks
To talk about husbands hairy backs
Some might think were a bit of a shower
But this could be our finest hour
Were all so frivolous tonight, tonight
Were all so ridiculous tonight.
song performed by by Xtc
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Less Intrusive
If anyone is still left defending,
The nonsense of their foolish visions...
With a hope of a return,
To times that ran them into a brick wall...
Deliver to them bricks!
And isolate them quick.
They will not learn to build anything with them,
At all.
Anyone seeking,
In these days before us...
To stall for time,
Will find their self inflictions...
Less intrusive with outside interference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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