People Who Have Prioritized Them As Waste
It is easy to make fun,
Of the odd one out.
Isn't it?
Especially in an environment,
That seems not only to condone it...
But solicits a provoking of this behavior.
It is a condition that is taught...
And learned very well.
Then it is wished a unity is done.
But those that have become alcohol abusers,
And drug addicts...
Social misfits and psychopaths,
Appear to have other agendas.
And to express a vacancy of love,
Is not one of them.
And the people who have prioritized them as waste...
Can be observed, examined and witnessed,
As being the real victims!
They are the vagrants adorning false masks.
Since they've invested their time...
Ensuring their own kind were driven out of their minds.
And they wander about,
Making sure this task is successfully done.
Or they 'hang' in there...
Despairingly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Acquired Taste
When people start making listening,
Prioritized as their agendas...
Misunderstandings,
Which now have no benefit...
Will then become limited,
To allow a broadened consciousness...
To happen and occur.
'I'm sorry.
That last part about the biscuits and liqueur?
I didn't quite get that.
When you mentioned something about agendas...
With limited mint?
I am sure that has to be an acquired taste.
I can't imagine having an appetite for that at all.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Validate A Feeling Felt Inside Themselves
A request to express an appreciation,
To motivate and inspire one who solicits this...
Places another in an awkward position.
Especially if the one solicited,
Hates to discourage...
With a response that is negative.
Flowery criticisms do not exist.
And if a critique is constructive,
What is suggested becomes misinterpreted.
The best advice I had ever been given,
Was to never ask for someone's opinion.
If I believed in a direction I followed,
Without fear of making mistakes...
Eventually I would learn on my own.
By researching that task I wanted to master...
As I developed a voice I alone grew to condone.
Some people are not willing to be that patient.
While others want to hear...
How great they are.
To validate a feeling felt inside themselves...
With a wish to have others,
Gaze upon them as if they were 'stars'.
And if that is the feeling already felt,
Nothing anyone says or recommends...
Will change what is already known within.
Many need to leave the feeding of their egos,
And just 'be' about what it is they choose to do!
If accolades come they come if they don't they don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Too Can Make Thunder Roll
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone wants to shine,
If it means taking less time...
To learn how to do it.
They wish to solicit an assistance,
To reach heights!
With a minimal amount of require effort.
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone believes,
A success achieved can be wished.
While a sitting back to do nothing,
Is a prerequisite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Examined From A Distance
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given,
While feeding their minds on poisonous adulation...
There will be those assisting without resisting this.
And as accessories refuse an active involvement,
Labelled to be seen but not apologetic.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
And determined...
To supply whatever it is that is wished as a need,
In an atmosphere condoning betrayal and treason.
Deliveries done to quiet the dictates...
Of those spoiled with a getting sought,
With a vicious disregard for dignity and composure.
The soothing of a monster,
Becomes the number one priority!
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given.
Fantasizing on an achieving of fantastic outcomes...
Seems not to be in the arena,
Where truth and honesty frequently perform....
With every bat of an eyelash examined from a distance.
To that one who is...
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance...
With senses numbed!
And flowing into engulfing seas.
Where can one run...
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psycopaths
On the news we see abusers,
Are they psycopaths.
Drug abusers in the schools.
Are they psycopaths.
Confused sick people,
Are they psycopaths.
The misfits, unfit depicted as mad.
Are the ones paranoid,
Also psycopaths.
And the people who annoy,
Are they psycopaths.
What about the crooks,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the ones who lie and cheat,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about deceivers,
Are they psycopaths.
And the cops who beat up people,
Are they psycopaths.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
And what about the homeless,
Who have no cash.
Are they and the hungry,
Psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the rich and snobby people,
Also psycopaths.
Are the people who don't eat,
Are they psycopaths.
And those who watch their diets,
Are they psycopaths.
And those playing videos,
Killing fast!
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Legal Soft Spot July 26th 2012
LEGAL SOFT SPOT JULY 26TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
We have a drug-addict injection site in Vancouver now,
And the federal government couldn't close it or disallow,
Our Supreme Court wouldn't let them and the drug-addicts won,
No questions asked, no appeals and everything was done.
Free drug injection sites paid for by the poor taxpayers now,
And no Canadians got worked up or kicked up a row,
We deserve what we will get for being so submissive,
From our appointed Supreme Court which is too permissive.
The drug addicts also want injection sites in Toronto too,
In a area of the city where people don't much go through,
Add that to the gang-bang problems where people get shot,
Drug-addicts and gang-bangers in our legal soft spot.
JULY 26TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Some Spaces Some Silences
by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors
and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them
Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you
And you love
Her
When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting
this time
the pain is stronger
too
it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure
wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing
naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed
this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously
the soul demands
no bodies as masks
and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks
tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands
some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors
and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them
Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you
And you love
Her
When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting
this time
the pain is stronger
too
it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure
wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing
naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed
this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously
the soul demands
no bodies as masks
and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks
tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands
some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Life Is In Much Need Of That Attention
You see my eyes?
How they are open...
And opened wide?
There is nothing in my life,
That solicits your interpretation.
There is nothing about it,
And how it is lived...
That requires me to give you,
A detailed explanation...
Of what I do that pleases me.
Since you and I have no invested time,
In a relationship of any kind.
Why you are in my business the way you are,
Needs to cease.
Your opinions given,
Have no influence with me at all.
No assitance from you,
Had been there from my crawling days...
Until I learned to stand tall.
And why you believe in my life you have credibility...
Is a mystery to me!
Since your life is in much need of that attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Means To Escape From Being Held Accountable
If the only thing you can produce,
Is an appearance at social functions.
And you find yourself there,
With others equally just as productive?
Know this...
Others you deem to be anti-social,
And not taking in these scenes...
Just 'may' be making attempts,
To use their minds...
Exploring other avenues.
And,
Making a better use of their time...
Trying to expand upon their consciousness.
With wishes not to always seek to be entertained.
Or search for a means,
To escape from being held accountable.
Allowing 'their' irresponsibilities...
To be place upon someone else's shoulders.
With complaints...
About what it is done they do!
And very few today,
Find the need to reflect upon those issues,
Respectfully.
Or...
To be important.
And in some circles,
They would call this behavior...
Immaturity!
And in others?
A need for people to have a good time.
But...
Everyday of every week?
And around a nonstopping clock?
To party until they drop?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sustained and Embraced as If Tradition
Who am I to call the mindless pitiful?
Or refer to their lack of sense,
As having a uselessness.
Afterall...
Their use is most effective.
And their needs are marketed quite well.
Their purpose is to prevent progress of all kinds.
Including those who have some kind of mind to be used.
But clearly can not!
In an environment of self abusers.
Since a suspected thought connecting,
Would mean a forward movement.
With an awakening witnessed.
And it is advantageous to keep people like this...
As far away from the thinking process.
To instill the quality and purchase of BS,
Has made an affect as a broadcasted major event!
With a certainty it is supported as well as maintained.
And this indoctrination...
Ladies and gentlemen,
Is as religious as a movement can get.
Sustained and embraced as if tradition.
As all are duped,
On the politicing of religion and its comfort...
To twist innocent minds to uphold distorted beliefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We want to continue the efforts against domestic violence and spread the drug courts, and develop real effective means of providing treatment for drug abusers without having to have them arrested.
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What Real Love Has To Do With The Lust?
These days everybody uses word love to express his or her feeling
But the problem is majority of them don’t know the real love meaning
What real love has to do with the lust?
If you get confused between love and lust, you are going to pay the price, whatever the cost
Remember, one of the most important part of your life is your feeling
So, when it comes to the real love, you better watch out with whom you are dealing
Real love requires sacrifices, respect, caring, forgiveness and trust
If you attracted to someone solely for your looks, that’s not the love, that’s a pure lust
This poem has a message especially for young people and teenage
Because lust, not the real love is the most popular one at this age
You can easily involve in a bad relationship
If every time someone claims, that loves you and you give away your heart so easy and so cheap
unfortunately, the teenage girls are the most victims of the lust
So, you better get your college degree first, then you mature enough to know, when it comes to real love, who you should trust
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Babies Making Babies
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
Today!
To have it their way.
Today!
And these babies.
Making babies!
Stay that way!
Leaving a sadness,
With the rest of us...
To pay!
And arresting a joy,
That fades away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Inflicted Issues
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are Not Cynicisms At All
Those who have clouded minds,
Seem to have been punished...
For thoughts they could have had.
But for some reason,
Resisted the process.
What is observed and has been tolerated,
Appears to be a curse of 'wills'.
And those who make attempts to correct this,
Are kept distanced because they are too loyal.
Too devoted to the betterment of the human condition.
And these are not cynicisms at all.
Sadly these are facts of goodwill being despised.
When mud slinging is discovered done,
In every crevice of a society 'purposedly' being cesspooled...
Faultfinding is no longer one's mission,
As much as a prioritized exit is to enjoy one's peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Supplies My Need
I am going to remind you...
I can be obnoxious!
I think that's what you wish.
More of my obnoxiousness.
A provoking you do,
To inflict an ego to bruise...
Is observed and viewed.
Amuses.
And quite funny too!
I know you're using methods,
To pinpoint my state of mind!
I wouldn't waste that time.
I am not one self obsessed.
I feel happy to be who I am and blessed.
But I can be obnoxious!
And do that amongst the best.
Especially when someone selects...
Me,
To test as they pest!
That kind of attention...
I really don't deserve.
And I confess...
That kind of energy you provide,
Supplies my need to further my conquests!
Thank you,
For coming to aid my motivation!
'That' is an inspiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Do They Waste Such Time?
I was called a fool to offend.
And when that did not happen,
Since I ignored them...
It was then stated I felt I was better.
As if I was 'entitled' to be respected.
And I thought if my actions were not accepted...
Why do they waste such time?
And these are the folks who have provoked themselves,
Out of their own minds.
You know the kind?
Those with hopes to find someone who is worthy,
To inflict their mental illness.
And kill ambitions that weren't reflected,
In the spreading of expected dirt!
Why do they waste such time?
When in my mind my life has always been mine!
And not programmed to self destruct.
Something that addicts them.
And they can not give that up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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