Quick Exits
Of course I can be cordial.
Respectful and show tact.
I would never expose anything more...
When in public,
And that's a fact.
I want others to feel I can be approached.
With an empathetic ear,
Prepared to listen.
With a patience endearing...
And abundantly bestowed.
Although...
When it becomes time,
For me to protect my peace of mind...
I'll take off any mask I'm wearing.
To make it easy for anyone...
To locate my definition,
Of quick exits!
As I can define and exhibit.
With a disappearance,
Clear of interference...
From any atmosphere I leave.
While others may choose to socialize...
Some are quite surprised,
I'm not out seeking popularity.
Sometimes the idea of it frightens me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once It Has Been Achieved
There is something to be said,
About being in the company...
Of both children and pets.
There is an honesty untainted,
That children are quick to expose.
And pets,
Like dogs and cats...
Express a loyalty,
No one has to guess...
To whom that affection is directed.
There is something to be said,
About expectations of relationships.
Declaring to settle down with a mate,
Usually involves,
One having patience...
With 'something' that will irritate.
There is also something to be said,
About choosing to be alone...
In one's own peaceful solitude!
One isn't obligated to adjust for another's mood.
Or prove without a question of a doubt,
Where they have been...
When a decision has been made,
To do what one pleases when one goes out!
And one can choose to leave those conflicts visited...
To return to an atmosphere with an opening of a door.
With the use of a key,
To lock out the 'noise' to deeply breathe.
And sighing with relief...
That a peace that is received,
Can be found inside to safely keep!
THAT is all that needs to be said,
When one has discovered...
A peace of mind,
One is grateful and blessed...
To have in one's head!
And a delivery of THAT is a fact one dares,
Or cares to share...
Once it has been achieved!
Believe me.
There are no exaggerations,
With embellishments involved.
THAT is all that needs to be said,
When one has discovered...
A peace of mind,
One is grateful and blessed...
To have in one's head!
Believe me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reciprocity for Friend Thad
My image as a macho man.
Depends on leathers and tattoos
but if you choose to you can
see below the surface view.
The image you choose to project.
Serves the same purpose to protect,
the inner you from public view
You only show what you choose.
We all select a mask to wear
because we simply do not dare,
Display our insecurity
for each and everyone to see,
It’s not an easy thing to do.
But I can learn to remove the mask
when you have proved I can trust you
and answer all you care to ask.
But dare you do the same for me
and show you trust me equally.
Because my friend until you do
I cannot place my trust in you.
8-Aug-08
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A Saint I Ain't
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
There is too much to explore.
Too much to experience,
Than to choose it to be ignored.
I want to adventure my life!
And that freedom nature offers.
And I can well afford.
Why should I deny myself...
To please those with their noses in the air?
With their stiff necks.
And their tight high lifted derrières!
People like that...
Can remove their behinds of my track.
The path on which I place my steps...
May shock others to hold their breath.
In fact...
Many like that,
Are busy body pests!
You know the kind...
Those who find time,
To wine and dine their displeasures.
As they pour someone's tea!
And I don't mind at all...
Serving up a full pot of my own for starters.
I want it known...
I can be quite cordial.
Even in the midst,
Of my own possible degradation.
I like to sit...
And listen to this mix of gossip.
The 'seriousness' of it...
Is worth a hasty limited visit.
I choose to do the unexpected.
With God's blessings,
Of course.
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
Or profess to know,
What my 'Creator' wishes.
Like some hypocrites...
Quick to quip from scriptures.
I keep my eye on folks like that!
They can become defensive...
When questioned about their lack of facts.
Nor do I choose to walk on water.
Today...
I probably could.
Much of it is too polluted anyway.
Like some people with minds...
With nothing else to do,
But define how others should be living their lives.
Like 'themselves'...
Who have been certified self righteous.
And gossip as they sit in church pews.
Discussing where the pastor's wife,
Purchased her brand new shoes.
A saint I ain't.
Especially after observing...
Those who make claims,
They are the elite of 'christianity'.
And you can find them anywhere.
Once they have been seen...
Like roosters with hens pecking,
On any scene they pronounce as qualified...
For their self indulgence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even Though Some Do Not Show They Have a Clue
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
There has been a breakdown of concern,
Others display for one another.
There is a total lack of empathy,
In many environments where people bleed.
And are homeless and go hungry.
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
And it is difficult to sympathize,
With those who have 'had' now 'have' not' in their lives.
Those who made it a point to criticize and devalue,
Others they despised.
And now they cry their own tears they can not hide.
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
Are you my friend ?
Are you my plumber ?
Are you my God ?
What do you do ?
Wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Complicated crushed up disappointed squirming angry thrusting stabbing regretting starving greedy human alien being, struggling down the street, up the alley, in the elevator, through the party, to the office, in the bedroom, on your way to the morgue. Bullshitting, lying, doing a good deed or feeling loved barely possible. Aware of insatiable demands of not a society all around you. Chunky frat boys in their shorts, pimps with old semite eyes, sex hoochies of the jungle, sensitive smart alec college graduates, critics fronting franticly in New York city, every body in L.A just plain licking ass or having it licked, irony in place of balls, balls in place of brains, brains in place of soul, where is the soul?, where is the love?, where am i?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
which mask are you ?
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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There Is Something About Having Peace
Everywhere I have been,
To travel and/or live.
I made it my choice,
To meet and share with different people.
I've been creative all my life.
And nothing about it is a mystery.
With an experiencing of it done,
On various stages.
Under spotlight.
And alone emotionally.
And today I can say,
I would have to think hard...
To express regret.
Every breath of life I have been given,
I am thankful to feel so blessed.
For anyone to recommend,
Or to me suggest...
What it is I should do with my time,
Have no idea...
The joy I have with peace of mind.
And that peace of mind is mine to define.
With a seeking I do not do,
To anyone to explain what I have gone through...
With a welcoming of it to keep.
And prepared to defend it,
From nosey busy bodies if I have to!
I wasn't born yesterday,
With a searching for compatible companionship.
Or sharing my life in an argumentative relationship.
Trust me...
I have donated.
And my charity work has been done.
There is something about having peace...
With a quietness on a daily basis released,
That I have learned to love and appreciate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Need For An Explanation
The one thing I enjoy,
About having my peace of mind...
Is not relying on someone,
To define it for me.
And knowing I have no need,
For an explanation.
It is what it is!
AND it is 'mine' without argument.
Nor am I afraid of it being taken away,
By anyone clueless...
Seeking to discover,
What for them...
They are unable to locate or to find.
Or claim from them it was 'lifted' and plagiarized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Become Suspicious Of This
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Solution
Ending all acts of degrading participation,
That makes one feel underestimated...
Is the best solution,
To keep from having deeds done reduced...
By those producing critique and abuse.
It becomes easy to release comments to defeat.
Than to take a stand on one's feet,
To make public what one believes.
Especially when one is seeking popularity,
Instead of clarity many refuse to accept and receive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses With Exits
If honesty is something you rather not deal with.
And truth frightens you?
You and I will never see eye to eye.
Excuses with exits are your main focus.
With disappearing acts an attraction.
And participating in a seance to locate your 'spirit'...
Does not appeal.
Not for the realities I seek to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming For Them To An End
No one can protect themselves,
Or what it is they do to others...
With the assistance of ignorance.
Nor can those who are rich,
Continue to hoard the World's resources...
By declaring the existence of shortages.
The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.
And those who refuse to acknowledge truth,
By a blocking it with attempts to see it stopped...
Have no more opportunities to get out of the way.
It is pointless for those to gather with others,
Of similar sensibilities...
To debate with a wasting of time,
A defending of a hold they have on their ignorance...
To prove they are out of their minds.
Few are seeking to define the obvious.
The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salt Is.... Just Salty
There's so much in this world I cannot explain
The greatest scholars try in vain
Not because the knowledge is so loft
Not because we're growing soft
Nor because it's abstract
But in fact
Quite the opposite
Because some words there's just not a definition that can fit
The problem doesn't come from the objects
It's the simplicity that does perplex
Even the wisest of us all
Our logic does fall
Because it is so far below
How do we define the? What about slow
There's salt, and memory, and even know
What do we know if we don't know such words
People complain of jargon, taxonomic names for birds
But they can't even define what's simple
With that problem, man we got our hands full
We just cop out
Said that salt is salty, the is the, we live without
A real definition, but I think it's those words that are most profound
Belief, God Truth the list goes on, but this is where true wisdom is found
There's the trivial we can seek define
Or there's the words that matter most which will define
Us, it's those words I think that we should not just verbalize
But instead simply realize
That the definition is known by experience
It's indescribable because they're just that amazing
Our inexperience
Of what's unimportant is as tragic as not knowing
Our own Father, and the pursuit of other things to define us
Is as trivial as looking for a definition of truth.
poem by David Knox
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We Each Have Gifts To Us Given
We each have gifts to us given.
God condones alone,
And blesses us with.
They can be shared,
But not transferred...
As if to bargain.
For something else preferred.
Some choose to dismiss those gifts,
For a seeking to find,
Something of value to define.
But everyone is blessed,
With a treasure chest.
And uncovering that to discover,
Is in one's frame of mind.
To eventually appreciate!
And for many this might take time.
With an unwinding that takes patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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A burden on individual
It is great burden on individual if he tries to conceal
His conscience may bite till he doesn’t reveal
It is like mustering medicine on wounds to heal
He may have peace of mind and fee it in real
It is human tendency to feel pinch of salt
He may think all the time about his fault
He may not be in position to hide his guilt
It is human mechanism that is there and inbuilt
One must remain particular about doing small things
His strength lies in feeling great like kings
He may find it convinient o think of powerful desire
His followers may follow suit and always admire
One may feel unwanted and forgotten by everybody
He may have strong urge for hunger in body
H e may feel the impact of poverty despite being rich
Everything may seems to be slipping away beyond his reach
He may feel elated at every success
With God’s blessings he will always have an easy access
It required only humbleness with an earnest try
He should leave it to almighty and never question why?
One should never feel lonely and isolated
Everything should run smoothly and stay related
It may not be possible to keep everything in tact
Less you retain more will be happiness in fact
It becomes impregnable fort if that is fortified
Nothing can penetrate even if honestly tried
We should not create a wall where nothing can go out
It will be then impossible to retrieve from possible rout
Let there be all the doors open for free air to come in
You may have to make less effort to score the win
You may easily converse and have the idea as to how to cope
It may prove not difficult but easy to walk on rope
Feed the one person if you can’t cater many
Try to show you are rich even if you are without penny
The flow will be automatic and the purpose will be served
You may get all what you have longed for and deserved
Spread out message of love and harmony to all
You may still feel guilty conscience to make call
Don’t confine anything to your self but make concerted effort
See to it that you are not failing in making good rapport
Everything will be fine with the advent of self confidence
Your heart may not skip with any of the bad incidence
It may prove to be a great asset on your part
It will good beginning with happy start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Mind Will Find Whatever It Wants
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
A mind confined,
Spends a lot of time.
In search to uncover its own comfort.
And even when that comfort comes to show,
A stubborn mind that it needs to grow.
That mind will always find,
A way that is done not to do it.
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
The mind will find whatever it wants.
Even if that is a haunting of itself,
To keep life a threatening existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You are where you've been
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
You are where you've been.
And there is absolutely nothing,
That has remained the same.
And you giving in to what has begun,
Will not bestow upon you a patience...
From those empathetic with explanations,
Slowly participating in a show and tell.
That bling side of life you liked and kept polished...
Has been blemished by those ideals,
You hung onto too long.
And the fading of those times are gone.
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There Something I Should Know?
I made a run, I run out yesterday
Tried to find my mountain hideaway
Maybe next year, maybe no go
I know youre watching me every minute of the day, yeah
Ive seen the signs and the looks and pictures
That give your game away, yeah
Theres a dream that strings the road
With broken glass for us to hold
And I cut so far before I had to say
Please, please tell me now
Is there something I should know?
Is there something I should say?
That would make you come my way
Do you feel the same cos you dont let it show
People stare and cross the road from me
And jungle drums they all clear the way for me
Can you read my mind, can you see in the snow
And fiery demons all dance when you walk through that door
Dont say youre easy on me, youre about as easy as a nuclear war
Please, please tell me now
Is there something I should know?
Is there something I should say?
That would make you come my way
Do you feel the same cos you dont let it show
Please, please tell me now
Is there something I should know?
Is there something I should say?
That would make you come my way
Please, please tell me now
Is there something I should know?
Is there something I should say?
That would make you come my way
Please, please tell me now
Can you see what makes me blow?
Can you see how much I die?
Every time it passes by
Please, please tell me now
What it takes to make you show
Is there something I should know?
Is there something I should say?
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Live It As It Exists
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect...
That, with time, gets for others,
Less accessible...
With no regrets.
Trust is a factor,
And the key to one's peace.
'Some' one knows do not honor this.
And eventually are discovered,
To be the core of disharmony...
Within a friendship that is thought to be,
Closer than it is in reality!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
And when respect is an issue,
Anyone has to raise?
With those trusted in an inner circle,
That had not before been appraised?
Something about the need for this...
Should not be argued but dealt with quick!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
With a peace of mind,
One should not have to define...
But live it as it exists.
There is no need for a quarrel,
To begin over it!
One should have what one deserves.
And to live it as it exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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