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Polished To Present

To prove you have been 'there',
And by others taken for granted...
While they have laid bathing in claims,
That what you have done...
Has been to the benefit of no one.
Stop your being 'there'.
And do not hesitate in the doing of it.
Just stop all that you have contributed.
With a doing shown that has been done.
To allow those you know committed to lip,
And an abundance of procrastinating nonsense...
An experience of your absence.
With a round of new excuses,
Guaranteed from them to be made...
As to 'why' they lack to prove in the showing,
Their attributes submitted...
Whether in the planning stages,
Or polished to present to amaze those who critique.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Is it Ever Ready?

When is it ever ready...
For us to make up our minds,
It is time to get what we put off
To get something done?
When is it ever ready...
For us?

When is it ever ready...
To stop and wait.
For us to negotiate,
This is the moment...
That has arrived,
For us to get up and move?
Just to prove we can delay
Another day...
To make an excuse,
To collect with the other excuses...
Made!

When is it ever ready?
Time seems to never be!
It seems to do what it chooses without us!
To experience...
Or ignore completely.

As we sit to cuss its noncommitment.
Observing it as it cares less,
About how some of us waste it...
With more uselessness!
To eventually confess.

When is it ever ready?
That is probably not a concern...
Nor a priority,
Or on its agenda.

Time is man made.
To set limits...
As if man allows 'it' to benefit,
And exist.
To put up with a man's nonsense.
Or a woman's.

Either way...
No one can say,
They have more of it...
Than anyone.
To just let it sit!
And ask of it...
If and When it is ever ready!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Midst Of Creating Conflict

Wishing for a past to return to relive,
Has to be those wishes made by the ones...
Doing a procrastinating done.
They did it then and still do now.

And there are many living,
Who believe they are owed to be served.
As if for no other reason they exist.
To live to criticized to bemoan their failures.

And the ones who go unnoticed,
With a sacrificing done to condone...
Take no one or anything for granted.
With a doing not to complain or it shown.

And...
Often those believing they are owed to be served,
Are in the midst of creating conflict...
Anywhere they are allowed to critique and whine.

With a finding of doing this as fulfilling their purpose.
As if to make their presence known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Claims Of Hurting From Deep Sorrow

Once one grows tired of pretenders,
And the routine of excuses they use...
To distract their lack of competence,
And total disregard for doing anything correctly.
It becomes difficult to take anything they do,
Seriously.
On any level that will prove,
They've done something without using someone else.
Even their claims of hurting from deep sorrow,
Attempts one to ask...
If they have any evidence of it!
With a wish to see it produced.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crank It Up

I've got to crank it up,
Just another notch.
To face those challenges inside,
That never stop.
There is so much in me I want to share,
And dare to uncover
To another to be shown.
If I didn't do this it will never be known.

I've got to,
Crank it up.
Just another notch to show just what I've got.
If I stopped believing in myself,
Who would know
I could do,
A doing I could prove.

I've got to,
Crank it up.
Just another notch to show just what I've got.
If I stopped believing in myself,
Who would know
I could do,
A doing I could prove.

Crank it up.
The faith I keep tells me I've got it.
Crank it up.
Sometimes I doubt myself about it.
Crank it up.
I push aside inside denial
Hoping that excuses wont seduce me to refuse.

Crank it up.
The faith I keep tells me I've got it.
Crank it up.
Sometimes I doubt myself about it.
Crank it up.
I push aside inside denial
Hoping that excuses wont seduce me to refuse.

I've got to crank it up,
Just another notch.
To face those challenges inside,
That never stop.
There is so much in me I want to share,
And dare to uncover
To another to be shown.
If I didn't do this it will never be known.

I've got to,
Crank it up.
Just another notch to show just what I've got.
If I stopped believing in myself,
Who would know
I could do,
A doing I could prove.

I've got to
Crank it up.
Just another notch.
Just another notch.
I've got to crank it up!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bus Stop Boxer

I dont miss where I came from
But each night I dream about being back home
When I wake up in the morning
Im too tired, tired of being alone
So I get up and go downtown
And pick me out a little piece of ground
Where I can prove something to the world
I can prove something to the world
Dont look at me
Im the bus stop boxer x2
Daddy put us in the truck and
Dropped us off and said good luck, then
One lucky kid waiting for the bus
Made a winner out of one of us
Dont look at me
Im the bus stop boxer x2
Going down by the railroad tracks, where
People know that they better not relax
Im the man, baby, I am the man
This is where I can make you understand
Im the bus stop boxer
Dont look at me x2

song performed by by Eels
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Do You Stop?

By dan hartman and charlie midnight
Hard bodies
Soft emotions
So fast
So smart
The world is at your feet
But what about your heart?
Fame and fortune cant hold you tight
In the late late hours of the night
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You choose and you lose
If you hesitate
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You think love will wait
So you dont hold on
And then its gone
Youve had success-
Lots of fancy friends
Youve tasted the good life
You thought it would never end
One day youre too young
Then youre in your prime
Then youre looking back at the hands of time
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You choose and you lose
If you hesitate
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You think love will wait
So you dont hold on
And then its gone
How do you stop a runaway train?
How do you stop the driving rain?
How do you stop the ripening corn?
How do you stop a baby being born?
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You choose and you lose
If you hesitate
How do you stop
Before its too late?
How do you stop?
Youre lost if you hesitate ...
How do you stop
Love from slipping away?
How do you stop
Before its too late?

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Are You Trying To Prove

Your muscular body had no threat
Yet you try so hard to be strong
How you fool yourself with lies
I will tell you your very wrong
What Is It Your Trying To Prove
Perhaps you haven't done the math
You don't threaten me one bit
Yours is a little small stem
And mine has the bigger slit
What Are You Trying To Prove
A woman will never tires out at all
She is strong and very wise
So you are so fooled by her moans
When she brings you into her thighs
What Are You Trying To Prove
We are all equal and nothing more
So why not stop being such a clown
Women laugh at boys like you
Obviously you haven't been around
What Are You Trying To Prove

poem by Suelynn Walters
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Like an Unused Expletive

When folks stop showing they care,
With expected responses
Others had grown accustomed,
To be shown reliably there.
And it has gone?
Something has turned around,
Something has gone wrong!
To expose a cold shoulder...
Never before thought could be found!

Like a familiar ride on a merry-go-round.
It may be there to provide a service.
Like an unused expletive!
Someone has chosen not to dignify,
To sting the atmosphere.
Or believe would satisfy a benefit,
To anyone overhearing it!

And with those warnings tossed aside,
An explanation tried in the past...
Dies.
A purpose seems to have come to a close.
With an attempt to save a repeated waste of time.
To halt before the repetition begins.

'What is being accomplished?
And for whose understanding...
Should I appear to be the idiot? '

Someone involved has taken another for granted.
And like an 'ex' of anything experienced...
An ax has been used to sever a close tie abused!
A determination has been made,
To move on!

Demonstrating...
A decay that has become addicting to some,
For one...
Who has had enough of that 'funky' stuff...
That is the one,
Who no longer has to tolerate a self infliction of BS.
It stinks and reeks.
And it can be removed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded On These Misguided Missions

Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.

Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.

But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.

Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saying No

Den Haag, Holland, 3/2/92)
He says to her he wants it easy
He expects her, to be easy
He wants it, to be, easy
But she says no, but she says no, I don't want to
She says no, she says no, I don't want to
He expects it too, easy...
But she says stop, you gotta stop
When he says go, you still gotta stop
When she says stop, you gotta stop } (3x)
When he says go, you still gotta stop }
He wants it, he wants it
So badly he wants, he wants it
But she says no, she says no
She says, 'go to hell if that's all you want me for', she says no...
When she says no, you gotta stop
When he says go, you still gotta stop
When she says no, you gotta stop
When he says go, you still gotta stop, yeah...
She did nothing to deserve it
He just wants, he wants to observe it
We sit back, like they taught us
Keep quiet like they taught us
He does nothin' to remove it
He's just as hurt 'cause he wants to prove it
We sit back, like they taught us
Keep quiet, just like they taught us
He just wants, he wants to prove it
He's just hurt, she don't remove it
We sit back, like they taught us
Like they taught us, like they taught us

song performed by by Pearl Jam
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Unaddressed

To be who it is someone claims to be,
Takes courage.
Little of what one says they are,
Is nourished to be encouraged.

People fear rejection.
Or a close inspection that upsets.
Instead of being happy with self confidence...
Some choose to seek approval,
With an acceptance of their footsteps.

Could this be connected,
To the mess that is today reflected?
With so much nonsense gone unaddressed...
And groups collecting to blame others,
For the lack of shown respect.
And satisfied to express in silence...
Their disappointing druthers to confess.

While a condoning of this continues to expose,
People who wish a quality of life to exist...
But caring less they produce an atmosphere of misfits.
And down the gutters their standards 'high browed'
Are watched like bystanders as this is slowly being disposed!
Allowed!
However...
Heard in heated discussions is the significance of this!
Everyone wants to project they are equipped with intelligence.
With resumés to prove they have the schooling and experience.
But for what?
To observe from glass towers eating hors d'oeuvres?
While below their own butts are being guttered?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop The World

All the worlds
A masquerade
Made up of fools
And philosophers
Were it to rain
On our charade,
All washes away,
Except for our true colors
If any people bothered
Looking for truth, please,
Stop the world
From spinning round
Instead we choose to follow
Footsteps of fools, please
Stop the world
From spinning round
If nothings new under the sun
For me and you
Wont somebody please...
Stop the world
Stop the world
I wanna get off
Stop the world
Stop the world
Where there is love
If we forget
Yesterday,
Were bound to repeat it
Tomorrow
Its not too late
To start today,
Better off safe,
Than sorry
Do unto those as you would
Do to yourselves, please,
Stop the world
From spinning round
We need more feet to walk
In one anothers shoes, please
Stop the world
From spinning round
Theres nothing new
Under the sun
For me and you,
Wont somebody please...

song performed by by Extreme
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Say It and Be Basic

Say it and be basic.
Let it be shown...
What may be unknown.
Showing up to appear,
Doesn't connect a thought
Or make feelings clear.
Something said,
May not be understood.
We take for granted,
More than we should!

If more were consistent,
In existing relationships...
There would be less adultery
'Assumed' and committed.
With more tighter unions,
With fewer quicker to split!

Instead of those who choose,
To do as they see fit!

Many live lifes of fantasy,
With falsities they can hunt and prance.
As someone quietly awaits with glazed eyes...
In romances still fueled although gone unenhanced!

Only to find a note that says upon their return:
'The last time I sat
I gave you the benefit of a doubt!
But today I've decided to leave you alone.
You are not around and about!
That flame I carried,
I have now put out!
And though I have made this simple...
I am far from stupid!
Why should I stay,
When you enjoy hearing me shout!
C-ya! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lived In a Way That I Like

I am tired of providing someone else,
Entertainment.
Or become the subject of someone else's convenience.
There are those who react as if appalled...
If the hands on a clock does not stop for them!
And I am not loaning any tick tocking done in my behalf,
To anyone to prove a thing.

I've played both roles in a yesterday that has gone.
You know...
The Master of Ceremony with touches of comedy,
For someone momentarily bent out of shape.
And even though some may fine my lack of interest,
Offensive.
I've learned to walk away from that kind of mind play.

This is 'my' life!
And it will be lived in a way that I like!
Or...
Moved in a direction made without hesitation.
I am not loaning any tick tocking done in my behalf,
To anyone to prove a thing.
When lessons are learned it is best to use them.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The New Dog

Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come

this manic animal
whose innocent disruptions
make nonsense
of my old simplicities--

as if I needed him
to prove again that after
all the careful planning,
anything can happen.

poem by Linda Pastan
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Only You Can Do A Hee-Hee With A Ha-Ha Too!

Open up your windows.
And,
Don't you slam the door.
There's no need or reason,
To do what's been done before.

What's outside you're missing,
And could care less if dismissed.
It will be the way it is,
For those accepting it exists.

You don't have to prove a thing,
About what that you do.
Learn that you can do a hee-hee,
And a ha-ha too!

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you know you can live...
With nothing to prove.

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you know you can live...
With nothing to prove.

You don't have to prove a thing,
About what that you do.
Learn that you can do a hee-hee,
And a ha-ha too!

Open up your windows.
And,
Don't you slam the door.
There's no need or reason,
To do that to me anymore.

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you know you can live...
With nothing to prove.

What's outside you're missing,
And could care less if dismissed.
It will be the way it is,
For those accepting it exists.

Know that you,
Can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
You know it's true...
That you can do whatever it is you choose.

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
And...
Together we can stop embracing bad attitudes.
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
And...
Together we can stop embracing bad attitudes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got The Life

You've got the life.
And love,
With joy.
Right there within you.
If you knew...
what it is you must do,
To...
See it through.
Committed.
As if afflicted with obligation.

You!
Don't turn around.
I am talking to you.

You've got the life.
And love,
With joy.
Right there within you.
If you knew...
what it is you must do,
To...
See it through.
Committed.
As if afflicted with obligation.

Come from under what's been done,
To you.
With a doing that's been done to you,
To prove...
You are the only one who can choose,
To eliminate procrastinating.
It is 'your' fate.
And with faith...
You have the key to what it takes to erase,
From your path...
Obstacles upon it others had placed.

You!
Don't turn around.
I am talking to you.
You've got the life,
To love.
With joy.
If you like.
Win or lose.
It's up to you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Up Off Your Pity Pot To Stop It

To wiggle out from under all doubts,
With a hanging them out to dry...
In front of passersby to eye,
Is intended to get attention.

Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Get up off your pity pot to drop.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
And...
Believe this or not,
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!

Get up off your pity pot to stop this quick.
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit.

Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit,
One bit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Finding Excuses

There is one thing that accusations tossed,
Always seem to prove.
Those that are often finding excuses to use them,
Do it to protect their insecurities...
From exposing a lack of self esteem.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Stop

The clock is ticking, and Im here wishing
This new found love will find no end
Dont wanna feel, another feeling
Dont wanna know what time will send
I wanna stop, the earth from turning,
The rain from falling,
The wind from blowing
But dont stop (stop), the love from growing, keep that river flowing
We can find a way
Dont stop (stop), the love from showing
I dont want tomorrow, just give me today
Dont stop (stop), stop the hands of time
Hold back the time
And make forever, the same as the moment I felt your love
Youve touched my heart
Erase the pain, the memories, and mistakes I made
Stop, the earth from turning, the rain from falling, the wind from blowing
But dont stop (stop), the love from growing, keep that river flowing
We can find a way
Dont stop (stop), the love from showing
I dont want tomorrow, just give me today
Dont stop (stop), the flame from burning
Stop tomorrows hurting, from seeing the light
Dont stop (stop), my heart from beating
Keep the time from fleeting, into the night
Cant think about tomorrows fears, cause today is here to stay
Clear away all of yesterdays tears, theres nothing to block our way
Stop, the earth from turning, the rain from falling, the wind from blowing, the sun from shining
Cant find the reason, another season
Could never match a love so pleasin
Dont let it go, no, no, no, no, no
Dont stop (stop), the love from growing, keep that river flowing
We can find a way
Dont stop (stop), the love from showing
I dont want tomorrow, just give me today
Dont stop (stop), the flame from burning
Stop tomorrows hurting, from seeing the light
Dont stop (stop)
My heart from beating, keep the time from fleeting, into the night
Dont stop (stop), the love from growing, keep that river flowing
We can find a way
Dont stop (stop), the love from showing
I dont want tomorrow, just give me today
Dont stop the love, stop the time, another day, to keep you mine
Dont stop the love, stop the time, another, to keep you mine

song performed by by Gloria Estefan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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