Peering Through Windows
This has nothing to do with that,
We are told.
But it is.
Some of it at least.
That has nothing to do with this at all.
Yet we are made to become convinced that it is.
Leaving us to know less about 'this'
And more about 'that'...
Which is none of our business.
And peering through windows with pressed noses,
Imagining we are part of a display enclosed inside...
Leaves passersby wondering,
Just how far we will go to get noticed! ?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contradictions
I don't have to be a mind reader,
To know you are full of BS.
You are the one in complete delusion.
Not believing you reek like you do...
And that is what stinks!
You carry it around,
As if a crown you adorn!
As if that was your only and best,
Attribute shown and worn!
I don't have to be a mind reader,
To observe misplaced activities!
Or to hear contradictions in your speech...
About the good you do for humanity!
You profess not to be like the greedy ones,
But that is what is noticed!
Your taste for greed is what one sees.
If you care so much about the plight,
And poverty of others...
Why not walk to where they are,
Instead of driving air-conditioned and enclosed,
Inside of your new Mercedes!
This image imposes...
An impression that taints goodwill,
By those in pressed clothes...
With stuffy turned up noses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You and My Shadow
You never noticed how your single glance
pressed my shadow on the wall.
And by simply smiling even once,
my pressed shadow falls
and melts into the ground.
As though some unseen force from you
had taken control around.
How come you never noticed
my shadow on the wall...
pressed by some unseen force
when by my name you called.
And how it hid beneath my feet
when your shadow's close to mine!
Just when I walked ahead of you,
it's almost left behind.
And now you kiss me with your lips,
your eyes have said it all.
But dear, have you noticed
my pressed shadow on the wall?
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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You Told Me
By michael nesmith
You told me youd always stay, you told me!
You told me youd never stray, you told me!
All these things you said you said sincerely.
Still I am leaving you in spite of what you told me.
Ive heard things that did not match what you told me.
And of your love that would not last as you told me.
Forwarned is forearmed, it hurts, Im leaving.
I may be wrong I cant love what Im just hearing.
Times have made me shy
Of all the things youre saying
Time have made me shy
Of girls and all the games they are playing.
Someday I may see the truth of what you told me.
I may find I left too soon and that you told me.
Only things that you were honestly feeling.
I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
song performed by by Monkees
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In The Business Of Others
People with a knack,
For keeping their noses...
In the business affairs of others,
Are often surprised and quite upset...
By secrets kept,
Others keep hidden away from them...
That are right under their probing noses.
And they become offended,
When the 'info' to another has been revealed.
'I thought you told me you two weren't speaking? '
~We aren't.
We email and text.
Finding this the best way to communicate.
Without the rest of the people 'twisting' what they hear,
Within listening distance.~
'And...
What are you implying? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Your Business YOUR Business
Here's a word of advice,
For anyone wishing...
To keep their relationship,
Fresh and private.
And away from gossiped lips.
Keep,
Your business...
YOUR business.
And noses of 'friends',
Away from your door.
That goes for family too!
If you want your relationship,
To last as long...
As the two of you,
Want it to!
Keep,
Your business...
YOUR business.
And you and YOUR business,
Will find much success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Sure As The Sun Rises To Set
Surviving natural disasters,
With the taking away of material things...
Treasured by those who turn up their noses,
On neighbors and others they 'had' believed,
Lived in standards below them...
To compare and tease some with what they've got.
Are overnight among the 'have nots'.
The only way to stop a wagging tongue...
Mother Nature seems to always have a remedy,
For those quick to pass their judgements.
To critically critique.
And for those snooping over fences,
To mind someone else's business...
No longer are they wondering why,
It's important to respect how others live!
Especially now that the business of theirs...
Hangs from barren trees and share as a part of debris,
Littering for as far as the eye can see.
As sure as the Sun rises to set...
Many folks are living through their experiences,
With much regret.
Especially if those defamed neighbors and lost friends...
Are gone from them forever.
As well as those fences they peeked over.
With those doors, windows, walls, roofs...
And other treasured things once glouted about,
As a peacocking through malls...
And other 'social' comparing stops to gossip.
From them instantly taken away.
No longer to exist.
No matter what it is they do,
To restore their lives...
As if they weren't caught by surprise.
With a keeping of a mouth shut.
And more empathy,
They wish they had given to others...
As a druther,
And not as a tedious charity hand out.
Since little of it seems to come their way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden Drive
there's a dirty house that's falling apart
some want to fix it but they don't know where to start
there's cobwebs and cracks in the walls
this is where rain's relief dares not to fall
no one really cares to help this place
they just look at the face
this old house is kept inside
with a disguising shell to hide
something i noticed as i passed by
at the house where hope will die
the windows were clean and new
though everywhere else the weeds grew
the windows had such an allure
i couldn't take it anymore
i gazed at the windows in awe
then through them i saw
the messy, run-down house inside
where beauty died
then i realized
something about eyes
eyes are the windows
clean and lovely for show
but behind them is the soul
sometimes your eyes will fool
the beauty and shine will not last
for one day, someone will see past.
poem by Alex Manson
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No Better Place
Is that supposed to be your poker face
Or was someone run over by a train
And you were minding your own business
But you're begging for forgiveness just the same
And it's running back and forth inside your mind
Just how that town defined you
Dressed you up, painted your face
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place
You're awake and trying not to be
Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn
And the nighttime's wrapped around you
Will be until it drops you on the dawn
>From the C train to the shiny tower
Kicked around til happy hour found you
Where you can drink that smirk right off your face
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place
And here is your reflection
In a building uptown
A ghost inside some Madison Avenue display
Like water under bridges
You're slowly passing by
As you sail between the rooftops and the sky
And the bourbon sits inside me
Right now I'm a puppet in its sway
And it may be the whiskey talking
But the whiskey says I miss you every day
So I taxi to an all-night party
Park me in the corner in an old chair
Sip my drink and stare out into space
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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I've Just Started
I am flattered,
But not yet sold.
Nor am I convinced,
By what I am told.
My steps on a path,
Has not changed at all.
The obstacles remain the same.
I am just careful how I fall.
Stumbling to get up,
Has become my ritual.
With few complaints...
I master my strengths.
I am flattered,
But not yet sold.
Nor am I convinced,
By what I am told.
I just 'do'.
To get done.
With a motivation...
That inspires me to finish.
I am flattered that this has been recognized.
But not yet sold am I.
Nor convinced by what I am told,
About achieving with accomplishment...
The best of my efforts.
That's impossible!
How could I when I've just started.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Angle
I'm imagining your frame
every angle
and every plane
I'm imagining your smell
the one that mingled with mine
once upon a time
thoughts of you
are picketing my brain
they refuse
to work such long hours without rest
in unstable conditions at best
they're out there every day
holding up there signs
and thoughts of no other man but you
could possibly get through
the picket lines
to enter into my mind
I'm imagining your laugh again
the one you save for your family
and your very
close
friends
I'm imagining the way you say my name
I don't know when
I'm going to hear it again
my friends can't tell
my laughter from my cries
someone tell this photograph of you
to let go of my eyes
I'm imagining your frame
I'm imagining your smell
I'm imagining your laugh again
and the way you say my name
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Ani DiFranco
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The Forgiving Business
A heart is not yet open...
If it shys away,
From the forgiving business.
Nor is it prepared to receive...
Clients who are ready,
To stock potential perceived...
With any kind of love!
Or will they come feeling free,
To take away anything of value!
And whatever it has to market!
Sits without a thaw to freeze.
So difficult it becomes,
To sell anything within it.
Since nothing is deemed precious.
And the coldness is avoided.
With no attempts made to warm its need.
Leaving those convinced...
Whatever is in it,
Could never be sold!
Or worthy to share...
For others coming near.
Those approaching with beliefs,
Their appearance will be welcomed.
And one to please.
But a heart is not yet open...
If it shys away,
From the forgiving business.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Follow
Ingulfed in flames,
I'm through with your games.
I'm leaving,
To be free.
I'm leaving,
To get away.
I'm leaving,
To find someone else.
Don't follow,
Unless you're hollow.
I'm through,
With you,
So leave me,
And let me be free.
As the leaves fall,
I walk into a hall.
I'm alone,
Finally.
I find a dark spot,
Where it's not hot.
I sit,
And wait.
Someone comes by,
And says hi.
It's a little girl,
Who is me,
When I was little.
I say hi,
And she says,
'Why are you sitting here? '
Then she leaves.
My present self comes,
And says,
'You've made a mistake.'
And leaves.
My future self never comes.
I get up,
And Find you,
Waiting outside.
I run up to you,
And hug you.
I'm crying,
And you're not lying.
I say sorry,
But you say sorry more.
We get into a car,
And we go home.
That night,
My future self doesn't comes,
The next day,
I told you,
'I don't want to live,
I'm worthless,
I have no future,
And I'm sick.'
You say,
'No you aren't.'
You hug me,
But I leave.
You try to follow me,
But I climb the stairs,
And open the second floor window.
I stand in the window sill.
I look down.
I become scared,
And I get down,
And go into your arms.
I start crying,
As you calm me down.
That night,
My future self comes.
She nods,
And leaves.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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If You Say I Am Imagining What I See
If you say I am imagining what I see,
In 'my' world.
Why is it your eyes fill with tears...
And not with stars,
Complimenting the warmth of your smile.
If you say I am imagining what I see!
And I wonder...
Could such images of you,
Standing in my view in clouded darkness...
Ever become more,
Than recurring visions of storms!
Where is the light,
That should be shining on this!
What is that which blocks my view?
What is that which smothers the beauty?
If you say I am imagining what I see...
I can tell you right now,
Which 'image' I wish and which one you are not!
If that doesn't increase your anger.
Since I have no problem removing my 'visions'.
And leaving you with all of your reality!
You wouldn't get a raised eyebrow from me,
On that one at all.
Go ahead!
You provide the clarity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deja Vu
I've been here before. I know I have
but I can't remember when.
I can feel that strange sensation
that comes to me and then
as quiet as it came it went away,
leaving an empty spot.
It was a flash, A fleeting glimpse
of someplace that I forgot.
I've seen this before. I know not where?
My eyes remember the sight.
I can see the scene before me
that brings to me a light,
a flicker that leaves me all too soon,
not knowing from where it came.
Surely, I'm not imagining these things
and I know that I am sane.
I've heard this before. The sound repeats
and echoes in my brain.
I can hear the voice that made the sound
but it doesn't ever remain.
I try my best to bring it back
from wherever it did go.
But, alas it now escapes me
and so I do not know
the source of all these happenings.
They must be a part of me,
lives I must have lived before
are the glimpses that I see.
Deja vu...Deja vu
come again to me.
Intrigue me with your strange allure.
Make my soul be free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Seeking To Be Convinced
They will never find true happiness.
They have chosen to adorn their shells...
With visits welcomed by temptations.
And desperations...
Sought outside,
Instead of inside themselves!
Where this journey begins and ends.
But they spend their entire lives,
Seeking to be convinced!
And peering over the fence...
To compare whose grass,
Remains the greener!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Be Alarmed By This
Don't be alarmed by this.
But there are people who actually believe,
They have a purpose with a faithfulness
To keep their noses up in other people's business.
And,
With dedication.
Some go to the extent,
To let it be known they stalk.
With a creation of all movements to gossip.
Others are so obsessed,
They tell others 'who' it is they know.
That they have yet not met
With the detailing of what that one has done,
From the moment they leave to return to their doorstep.
And who enters their home and what time that person left.
Don't be alarmed by this.
But there are people who actually believe,
They have a purpose with a faithfulness.
To keep their noses up in other people's business.
And,
With dedication.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ive Convinced Everybody But Me
The guys down at the job all want to know
How things are going since I let you go
I laugh and say my heart aint missed a beat
Ive convinced everybody but me
Chorus
Im all right, im okay,
Thats what I always say
When they ask me how im doing without you
I say im glad im free and if they all believe
Ive convinced everybody but me
Im the life of the party every night
Nobody knows im dyin deep inside
I dont hurt at all as far as they can see
Ive convinced everybody but me
(chorus)
I smile in every mirror
Like im such a happy man
But my heart knows what a liar I am
(chorus)
Yes, ive convinced everybody but me
song performed by by George Strait
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Remember Me
I stand here face to face
With someone that I used to know
He used to look at me and laugh
But now he claims
That hes known me for so very long
But I remember being no one
I wanted to be just like you
So perfect, so untouchable
Now you want me to be with you
Someone who used to have it all
Do you remember now
You acted like you never noticed me
Forget it
Cause the gone has come around
And youre not allowed to be a part of me
Did you know me?
Or were you too preoccupied
With playing king in your small kingdom
And now the real world
Has stripped you of your royalty
And from your kingdom youre evicted
I wanted to be just like you
So perfect, so untouchable
Now you want me to be with you
Someone who used to have it all
Do you remember now
You acted like you never noticed me
Forget it
Cause the gone has come around
Youre not allowed to be a part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Do you remember now
You acted like you never noticed me
Forget it
Cause the gone has come around
Youre not allowed to be a part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Part of me
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Burn
This world rejects me
This world threw me away
This world never gave me a chance
This worlds gonna have to pay
I dont believe in your institutions
I did what you wanted me to
Like cancer in the system
Ive got a little suprise for you
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
Burn
I look down there where youre standing
Flock of sheep out on display
Saw your lives burned up around you
I can take it all away
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
Im gonna burn this whole world down
I never was a part of you burn
I am the agent I never was a part of you burn
I am corruption I never was a part of you burn
I am the angel I never was a part of you burn
Of your destruction I never was a part of you burn
I am subversion I never was a part of you burn
Secret desire I never was a part of you burn
I am your future I never was a part of you burn
Swallow down all that fire
Written and performed by:trent reznor
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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I'll Prepare the Kool-Aid
I am called a nonconformist
Because I choose to be who I am...
After finding myself.
They are still waiting for approval and acceptance.
Something certified to help them feel worthy.
They believe I seek membership,
When I approach them as they gather...
Waiting patiently in line to pass inspections!
All dressed to impress and practicing their speeches!
Someone from 'inside' directs me to come immediately...
I am expected the voice inflects.
Someone yells out, 'How can he go before us?
He's not dressed for the part! '
I offered apologies for being late to those inside who wait!
Looking back at those with pretentions on their minds,
And turned up noses captured on them all the time!
I responded, 'I am here on business. Not to masquerade!
Many of you are here earlier than expected!
After I'm done...I'll prepare the Kool-Aid!
Spiked...
Just the way ya'll like it,
And...on the rocks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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