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Professor Slamdunk

In those lands we've discussed,
Where people grow older...
But not 'up'.
Minds that do become wisened in time,
Are stuck...
If choosing to live in such environments.

People restricted to limits are convinced,
Their immature activities make sense.
And going through the motions,
Inflicted upon them by traditional routines...
Become as ritualized duties,
That leaves them unthreatened...
Yet suspicious of a thought process,
Not authorized by someone selected.

Impressed by those they respect who suppress.
With an oppressing done that beats their brows.
And,
Of course...
Denials run rampant,
To protect the ignorant.

'Whew!
Professor Slamdunk,
May we request a timeout?
You are all up in our faces,
With these shots you've taken!
And we need a breather to regroup.'

What's the matter?
I didn't select this field trip.
All of you decided,
To travel into this neck of the woods!
Who warned you that the heat would be hot?
And I,
Hopefully...
Delivered what the team expected!

You suggested something provocative,
And off the beatened path.
Well...
I am only here to give those requests,
Whenever the need arises.

You get two minutes that's it.
I'm not here to distribute handicaps,
For excuses to make.
Or issue tissue for tears.

Who warned you that the heat would be hot?
And I may be referring to 'Miami'.
So stay on your toes.

You suggested something provocative,
And off the beatened path.
Well...
I am only here to give those requests,
Whenever the need arises.
At least you will be exposed to alternatives.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masochistic Wishes

There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.
By those wanting nothing more,
Than to give those requesting...
For them what is adored.

Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.

It's that masochistic thing!
When one has a list of preferred afflictions.
Effective grief received and delivered...
Is a comfort to many fitting this category.

With a desire to feel pain,
One misses and begs to get.
Masochistic wishes as if a Christmas gift.

Wanting every bit of this sadisticness.
One can not resist.
Masochistic wishes promised and a bliss this is.

There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.

Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.
Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.

Whipped and beatened into bliss like this.
Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.

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Suggested

Today...
It is not appropriate to be honest.
Or imply it in retrospect.
We live in times
In which truth is deluded,
With a mixture of suggestions...
Followed by denials confessed!

Suggested is our need for patience...
To allow inconsistency to cease.
Suggested is a resistance...
To want a stop to fighting,
That only increases the movement of the weak.
Suggested is a greatness kept,
By the spilling of blood and sorrows wept.
Suggested is we maintain,
A mental stressing drain!
To keep thieves looting resources...
And driving those of consciousness,
Further into an abyss!

Today...
It is not appropriate to be honest.
Or imply it in retrospect.
We live in times
In which truth is deluded,
With a mixture of suggestions...
Followed by denials confessed!

And deeper with resolutions,
Providing an absence of thoughtful solutions...
Are those who lead pleading,
We can succeed by sheer request!
And that's all they are suggesting we do...
As those who view ahead of us coming,
A deadend awaiting with an awarded mess!

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Get Over the Hump

Take your bumps and get those lumps,
Although some days you'll be grumpy.
You may also feel crunchy.
But you will get over the hump.

Take your medicine unsweetened,
It is suggested that you do.
Keep yourself from being beatened.
Or you will always feel screwed.

Why do you overwork and welcome ruin?
What is this that you're doing?
There's nothing you're improving!

Why do you overwork and welcome ruin?
What is this that you're doing?
There's nothing you're improving!

Take your bumps and get those lumps,
Although some days you'll be grumpy.
You may also feel crunchy.
But you will get over the hump.

Why do you overwork and welcome ruin?
What is this that you're doing?
There's nothing you're improving!

Take your medicine unsweetened,
It is suggested that you do.
Keep yourself from being beatened.
Or you will always feel screwed.

Why do you overwork and welcome ruin?
To feel crunchy?
What is this that you think that you are doing?
To feel grumpy?
What is it that you're seeking.
A beating that is treating? ? ?

Why do you overwork and welcome ruin?
To feel crunchy?
What is this that you think that you are doing?
To feel grumpy?
What is it that you're seeking.
A beating that is treating? ? ?

Take your medicine unsweetened,
It is suggested that you do.
Keep yourself from being beatened.
Or you will always feel screwed.

Why do you overwork and welcome ruin?
What is this that you're doing?
There's nothing you're improving!

Only you can keep yourself from feeling grumpy.
Only you can keep yourself from getting crunchy.
Only you can keep from doing,
What it is that keeps you screwed.

Only you can keep yourself from feeling grumpy.
Only you can keep yourself from getting crunchy.
Only you can keep from doing,
What it is that keeps you screwed.

You can get up off your rump.
You can get over the hump!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Just a Small Part of All of It

You wish to live life,
On your terms?
As if you have earned that right.
As if you command Summer breezes,
To caress your flesh both day and night.
Devoid of any obstacles on your path,
You might view in your sight!

Advice spoken may be for you traumatic.
And leave you feeling...
Your performance has not been that melodramatic.
However...
Keep your dreams alive and well.
But get up off your butt.
Don't give those dreams up!
See life for what it is.
Whether negative or positive!

And those you found time to listen to moan and whine?
Leave them behind to do that!
That is a trap!

Once you view your life as a gift given...
Realize it was a 'loan'.
Giving you a chance to invest.
Doing it at your best!

You may have expectations!
Like some who live with preferences?
Look around you.
Up and down!
You are just a small part of all of it!
And God did not gift you with life...
Based upon your demands!

You have been given a right to think.
And this I am sure leaves God amused!
You may make requests.
But God ultimately decides...
And He alone does the choosing!
Unless you have found another way,
To live on your terms without His knowing.

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Exposed Fangs

When any novelty begins to overstay its visit,
The joy of having it around...
Quickly becomes,
An abusive attempt to get rid of it.
Especially if a tune sung changes in key.

People expect the wounds they've picked,
To be healed overnight...
By someone declaring to have a remedy.
And a cure producing miracles many can see,
With lightening speed that allows a return to routines.

But if it becomes suggested,
An assistance from them is expected...
What is welcomed begins to irritate.
With a pouting that makes once smiling faces,
Drip foam from exposed fangs all over the place.

No one wants to be told,
They must pay a price to heal.
Fresh faces prepared to replace the old,
Will never admit what has been omitted...
From their enthusiastic speeches given to later reveal,
The unpleasantness in making unpopular decisons.

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Requests

So twist your head in this direction,
With some obedience, without disagreement.
Change this reality if you dare,
If, if you stare and escape this request.
The learning has belief of a simple heart,
You twist with humility, your body changes
Yet you do not. Obey and reply to this
Like a creature can profit.
There are so many requests,
I discovered and memorized my book
To find answers to these questions-
These requests, these requests.

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Some Are So Creative

When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.

Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.

And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!

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Casting One's Own Shadow

Call your trip whatever you wish.
I've learned not to debate, argue...
Or 'franchise' anyone's opinion,
As if to make mine!
Nor do I agree to evaluate...
Someone's statement,
Whether a line given to solicit...
An opinion I've given in anything I've written.

I've learned an exchange of experiences,
Is not a possibility.
And I've learned this by listening.
And this many people seldom do.

I've been up and down too many times,
To discover my own comprehension...
About life.
My life and how 'my' life is connected.

When I found criticisms made of me by others...
'Added' to my understanding,
If right, wrong or indifferent when given...
I still had to brush my own teeth.
Walk on my own two feet!
And be accountable for my own actions.

I stopped making excuses,
When they began not to make sense to me.
I spent more time defending myself...
Instead of living my life.
And I began to do that...
When I started to appreciate myself.

And 'if' I was to give my advice to anyone...
AND...
I did say 'if'.
I would say this...
If anyone finds they are seeking acceptance,
On a path they have chosen to take...
It is not a path they have chosen.
How can it be?

How can someone declare something theirs,
When others can do the same thing thing?
If voices can be heard?
Footprints can be seen?
And the path one takes has already been paved?
That is following...
Not casting,
One's own shadow!

I do not wish,
I demand people to get out of my light.
What would be the point,
If I am patiently waiting for someone else to decide...
Whether or not they want to move out of it?
That kind of time I am not giving to anyone!
Period.

I've learned many lessons.

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Lure Of The Path

The path in the woods
that was calling to me
was filled with wonders
I would not see.
For fear of the unknown
was a terrible thing.
But still the lure of the path
did bring
curiosity that could
not hold me back.
No matter the danger,
no matter the fear
I'd travel that path
and never veer.
For the path in the woods
would always be
waiting for me
and calling to me.

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More Impressed By The Presentation

Distribute to them a map.
Highlight what is needed,
For them to arrive safely to their destinations.
Do this in crayon with assorted colors.
And...
Make sure those colors are neon,
To aid night vision.

Someone amongst them is guaranteed,
To begin instigating an argument...
As to who has the credentials and intelligence,
That qualifies a giving of attention...
To listen to recommendations suggested,
As to how a journey from point A to B...
Should begin!
With an ultimate decision to change the colors,
As to not to offend anyone who might perceive this...
To be an act of discrimination that benefits to give,
One an advantage over another.
Allowing to initiate an unending debate,
That has nothing to do with their safety.
Or the trip initially all agreed that should be taken.

And the simplicity of the map,
Is eventually abandoned...
To pay someone no one knows,
But offers a more elaborate way to go...
That satisfies those who are more impressed,
By the presentation.

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Give Me A Reason To Address The Same Enthusiasm

I have no need to have anyone,
Show me the evidence...
That identifies my own footprints.
From where I have been.
I need not to be convinced,
They have been cemented.
I am the experience of them.

I did not initially lay them to trace.
I am conscious!
But not self obsessed.

It is a new day with a fresh dawn.
My feet with eyes on a path I walk,
Moves forward.
And I move on!

Now...
If you are watching me,
With any degree of interest...
I suggest,
You begin to establish your own impressions.
And do that at 'your' best.

I am happy you are impressed with those of mine.
However...
Make those you can say you have made,
To enable us both to be equally impressed!
Give me a reason to address the same enthusiasm.

I also seek to be entertained as well.
And that means...
You must be constantly in the business of doing it.
To get any attention from me expected.

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Children Need Their Fathers

The mothers are now saying,
Their children need their fathers.
But weren't they they ones,
Who kept the fathers away?
And had the law hunt them down...
After having the courts chase they,
With warnings to keep their distance...
From these same children,
The mothers are saying...
Need their fathers!

And the fathers...
Who have discovered a peace of mind,
Are no longer trying to find excuses...
Why their fatherless children,
Seem to be out of their minds.
No matter who tries,
To blame their lack of discipline...
With no respect to others to show or give,
And put this on their shoulders...
To claim this is a reaction to their absence.

People who make decisions with ignorance,
Are always guaranteed to put their activities...
In the path of someone else to fault and shame!

'How many children raised by their mothers,
Compared to those raised by their fathers...
Have issues of discipline?
Or sit in prisons?
As a direct result of those who have created,
This statistic...
As if it had developed on its own!
Like hunger, homelessness and racism.'

~Excuse me?
I think you are looking for the excelerated classrooms.
You've stepped into a remedial one,
By mistake.~

'I'm sorry.
I was getting eye contact.
And immediately I thought they were paying attention.
Where are the excelerated classrooms? '

~Up those stairs, take a right...
And they will be the ones,
Where the light is shining bright.
You will not miss them.~

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Standing On Their Own Two Feet

Estimating a number from observations seen,
It would be too difficult to produce the exact figure.
Of the ones complaining,
About environments they wish to be in.
To do those things,
They claim they mean to do.
If in another scene.

Look they do for a climate,
With a certain energy that allows them.
To be themselves.
Look they do for other people,
Who are doing those things they claim.
For them they can not do,
Because being who they are.
They feel that to be restricted too.

Yet,
Excuses they make.
And this is all they wish.
A seeking for an environment...
With people doing what they do,
So a continuation of excuses can be made...
Hoping to critique,
With more reasons why...
Standing on their own two feet,
Is not as easy as those who are 'lucky'.

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This Spiraling Cliff

mmm
The subject matter and the topic,
You have chosen to discuss
Is most interesting.

You hint,
That a boat floating
Once with an incompetent commander,
Unaware of it floating towards the edge
Of a waterfall cascading at unquestionable speed.
And had been warned of this danger
Should 'not' be the one found at fault.
Because the waterfall at the time of his leadership
Was not as close as it is today?

And the new commander recently taking helm
Who dares to turn the ship away,
From this spiraling cliff
With reason to believe all aboard,
Face eminent and devastating danger?
Because he represents a vision
That has not been collectively decided,
By those wishing to continue sailing
With scheduled social events to attend?

And
Everyone aboard,
Now hears the thunderous roar of this waterfall?
But pretend the evidence of it does not exist?

I'd like to make this suggestion strongly recommended.
And this is hypothetically speaking,
Of course.

'Of course.'

If everyone 'now' hears,
The thunderous roar of this waterfall...
Wouldn't it be to the best of everyone's interest,
IF they paid attention?
And gave the new commander their support?

'In response to your hypothetical suggested recommendation,
To my 'hypothetical' inquisitive mention of this
Of course.
Giving the new commander that much authority,
Would reveal delusions all aboard 'this' ship
I mean 'the' ship,
Wish to keep to themselves without the embarrassment,
Of admitting
They have standards and values,
They would rather keep to impress others who 'may'
Look upon them with less respect!
And,
They would rather try to convince others,
The new commander has weaknesses
Than to confess an apparent ignorance exposed.
And their severe incompetence to address,
Is a confession.

WHO and WHAT are they trying to protect?

'An 'image' of greatness!
Hypothetically speaking,
Of course.'

Sure.
And hypothetically speaking
Where would the lifejackets be stored,
Aboard 'that' fated ship?

'I have no idea.
I am going back to the upper deck,
To attend tonight's activities.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want A Warning

History is made, not repeated
And you hide behind words that make you feel needed
And what you read in those books made you so conceited
So in order for love to be true
My dreams will have to
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
Wake me up on into a world outdated
And the older you get the more you seem jaded
As you search for the quotes to make it seem complicated
So in order for love to be true
Even my nightmares
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
But I've seen through
Every promise is a warning
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I've seen through
For a promise of a warning

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They Make It Look So Easy

What it is they do,
They must really enjoy it.
They make it look so easy.

'Because something done is enjoyed,
Doesn't make it easy.
I know very few people,
Who do what they do because it is easy.
It's difficult as it is...
Getting requests from others,
Asking them to show what it is one does.
Only to be abandoned by the same folks,
Who realize paying attention is involved.
With a work ethic that is disciplined! '

I wasn't referring to you.
I was talking about them!
Keep that in mind.

'Oh...
Well,
You are right!
They must really enjoy what they do.
They make it look so easy.'

Really?
You're kidding?

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If your imagination leads you to understand how quickly people grant your requests when those requests appeal to their self-interest, you can have practically anything you go after.

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There Should Be Consideration Given

One can choose to read.
Rate to leave,
Or not!
That does not obligate.
Or necessitate demands to make.

Requests are made and extended.
And even in the doing of such deeds,
There should be consideration given...
To those who have preferences.

And often...
One who expresses a preference,
Is compliant to what that definition implies...
Something that is preferred.
Not suggested.
Or sought in random.
And rarely not solicited,
If this is not an action wished!
And still...
STILL,
Many just don't get it!

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Choosing To Walk On The Right Path

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
Temptations will be there to tease,
With attempts to weaken.
And faces familiar...
Will appear to critique.

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Isn't an easy decision one makes.
It takes one to break away,
From barriers attached...
That are difficult to unlatch.
Yet...
Can be done to escape those traps.

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
And some days will seem impossible.
But that path chosen,
By the one who knows it is correct...
Will never bring to one regret.
If a faith kept is strong.
And an accepting felt within belongs.

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Will prove there to be nothing to fear.
Doubts disappear!
And those things wrong that prick like thorns,
From this right path...
Eventually,
Will be gone!

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Wrestle With Distractions

Better beatened than to boot.
Those nagging irritations,
Coming to dilute a feel good moment.
To boost frustrations...
Hosted by aggravation.

Wrestle with distractions.
Defeat them and let them know...
You are not the one to select for their munching.
Not the one to chew, gnaw and spit out bad habits,
To allow them to grow.

Throw that crap back into the breeze and duck.
If you don't,
It will come back to fuc...
Feather your cup!
And you know that is not the intention!

Better beatened than to boot.
Those nagging irritations,
Coming to dilute a feel good moment.
To boost frustrations...
Hosted by aggravation.
Aren't you tired of the preparation?

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