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Really! Is That What You Want?

Maybe it is best,
I will never come to understand...
What pleases others.
And yet the same action done,
Will make some upset.

Sometimes one's intentions,
To project a comprehension...
With an empathy attached.
Will offend some who then prepare,
To defend themselves in a boxing match.

And there are times when one desires,
To have no contact at all with others.
As some may find this an attractive challenge,
No matter what disgusting thing is said...
From a mouth spewing indignities,
With a hope what is done sends them off to another!

'You have wishes to be tamed!
Don't you? '
Who knew you would meet your...domesticator.'

~Excuse me?
I am wanting you to buzz off.~

'Really!
Is that what you want?
Deep in the crevices of your mind?
Or...
Are you secretly wishing to redecorate my hive? '

No!
But IF I had a fly-swatter,
You would get the message!
Immediately.
Believe me.

'Oh.
I see.
So you are into spankings? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have The Touch

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion, do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
Im waiting for ignition, Im looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Only, only
Wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake hands, shake hands.
Any social occasion, hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Only, only
Wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, the tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back, but nothing seems to please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac
I need contact
Ah, tac-tacatac
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
I need contact.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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I Have The Touch

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
Im waiting for ignition, Im looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
Im wanting contact
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Any social occasion, its hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
Im wanting contact
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
To please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Independent Bee

A hive of bees, as I've heard say,
Said to their Queen one sultry day,
"Please your Majesty's high position,
The hive is full and the weather is warm,
We rather think, with a due submission,
The time has come when we ought to swarm."
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Up spake their Queen and thus spake she -
"This is a matter that rests with me,
Who dares opinions thus to form?
I'LL tell you when it is time to swarm!"
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.

Her Majesty wore an angry frown,
In fact, her Majesty's foot was down -
Her Majesty sulked - declined to sup -
In short, her Majesty's back was up.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Her foot was down and her back was up!

That hive contained one obstinate bee
(His name was Peter), and thus spake he -
"Though every bee has shown white feather,
To bow to tyranny I'm not prone -
Why should a hive swarm all together?
Surely a bee can swarm alone?"
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Upside down and inside out,
Backwards, forwards, round about,
Twirling here and twisting there,
Topsy turvily everywhere -
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Pitiful sight it was to see
Respectable elderly high-class bee,
Who kicked the beam at sixteen stone,
Trying his best to swarm alone!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Trying his best to swarm alone!

The hive were shocked to see their chum
(A strict teetotaller) teetotum -
The Queen exclaimed, "How terrible, very!
It's perfectly clear to all the throng
Peter's been at the old brown sherry.
Old brown sherry is much too strong -
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Of all who thus themselves degrade,
A stern example must be made,
To Coventry go, you tipsy bee!"
So off to Coventry town went he.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
There, classed with all who misbehave,
Both plausible rogue and noisome knave,
In dismal dumps he lived to own
The folly of trying to swarm alone!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
All came of trying to swarm alone.

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Verb: That's What's Happening

I get my thing in action
To be, to see, to feel, to live
And i put my heart in action
To run, to go, to get, to give
'cause that's where i find satisfaction
To search, to find, to have, to hold
When i use my imagination
I think, i plot, i plan, i dream
Turning in towards creation
Well i make, i write, i dance, i sing
'cause i get my thing in action
Yeah i get my thing in action
Go!
When i'm feeling really active
Well i run, i ride, i swim, i fly!
Other times when life is easy
Oh i rest, i sleep, i sit, i lie
I can take a noun and bend it
Make it a verb and really send it!
'cause i get my thing in action
And i don't know my own power
I can question; like what is it?
I can order; like go get it!
When i need i really need it
When i see i got to have it
'cause i put my thing in action
Yeah i put my thing in action
Yeah i get my thing in action
And i don't even know my power
No!

song performed by by Moby
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Workin' Man (Nowhere To Go)

Wishing well, wish me well
on a dream bought with a penny
wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
lonely faces stare from your pool
and I can\'t bear to see a fool tonight
so make it right wishing well
wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
did you know she would go
then why did you hide it
if you knew then I\'d be without her now
you could have let me know somehow
can\'t wish and tell, wishing well
wishing well, cast a spell, send her love\'s sweet emotion
do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If there\'s a chance, I won\'t believe we\'re thru
show me wishes still come true
it\'s up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
It\'s up to you, wishing well
its up to you, wishing well
it\'s up to you, wishing well

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Wishing Well

Wishing well, wish me well
On a dream bought with a penny
Wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
Lonely faces stare from your pool
And I cant bear to see a fool tonight
So make it right wishing well
Wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
Did you know she would go
Then why did you hide it
If you knew then Id be without her now
You could have let me know somehow
Cant wish and tell, wishing well
Wishing well, cast a spell, send her loves sweet emotion
Do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If theres a chance, I wont believe were thru
Show me wishes still come true
Its up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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This Happiness I Have Discovered

Who knows you better?
Your desires, wishes and dreams.
If I knew your needs,
I'd want you pleased right away.
Immediately.
Since that would allow you,
To recognize and share,
This happiness I have discovered.
And without you,
It would not have been found!
There is so much of it around,
If you just open your eyes!
And close that mouth of yours,
Sometimes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Climb to Heights

Motivate and inspire...
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.

Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones...
Wishing to achieve,
With a purpose done that is perceived.

Bombarded are people like these,
By some who would rather see them...
Fail and fall down on their knees.
Yet...
Wanting to please,
Can pressure expectations.
And devastate those sensitive.
Who wish to give themselves with impatience.
Since this is the life for them that is lived.

Wanting to please,
Can keep a mind awake at night.
And discouraged with no appetite.

Wanting to please,
Can isolate good intentions wished.
And leave those thoughtful,
Giving up on their gifts.
And this does not produce,
For them or anyone...
One single benefit.

Motivate and inspire,
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.

Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones,
Wishing to achieve.
With a purpose done that is perceived.

Those wanting to believe,
What they do is for you!
And caring less about themselves,
As much as they do for for you!
And/or someone else.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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King Bee

Well, I'm a King Bee
Buzzing around your hive
Yes, I'm a King Bee, child
Buzzing around your hive
I can make good honey
Let me come inside
I'm young and able
To buzz all night long
You know I'm young and able
To buzz all night long
When you hear me buzz, little girl
You know some stinging's going on
(Well, buzz some) I'll sting (yeah)
Well, I'm a King Bee
Can buzz all night long
Yes I'm a King Bee
Can buzz all night long
Well, I buzz better baby,
When your man is gone.

song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!

No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.

When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.

If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!

And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preview I Do

Preview I do,
Untaken steps.
To prepare and let,
My mind project...
Those things yet,
I must select.
And some I am reluctant,
To forget.
With wishes...
To have more of a happiness kept,
For me.

Preview I do,
Those hurdles and hoops...
I've jumped through.
With needs too common.
And wants too few.
Knowing that darkside,
Like others do too.
When love held escapes.
And hurt stays in its place.
Wishing again to taste it like I knew.
Hoping to go on,
In what seems an empty pursuit.
With a past reviewed continuously.
To prevent a preview I do of pain.
That may come tomorrow.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put It Down

Put it down!
Pick it up tomorrow.
It will be more relevant.
And then a defensiveness,
You now today hold that is senseless...
Will become easier for you to admit,
Without me being around to witness it.

Put it down.
Do not attempt to absorb any of this.
Your lack of comprehension,
Will only lead to an argument.
And just for the sake of peace and quiet,
I will pretend your thought process...
Does not inhibit your lack to exhibit understanding.

Put it down.
I am sure you will find some time...
To allow your mind to open.
And digesting what is being addressed,
Without me reminding you...
How disgusted you are with my directness.
And if I came to deceive you with sweetness,
Everything I said you would accept.

Put it down.
With me in your presence...
And handing you this message,
The only thing you will remember...
Is being upset.
Not by the message...
But by my presence you will not forget.

Put this down!
It will make more sense to you tomorrow.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0417 To a Small-part Actress in the Drama of My life

Shall I compare thee to...a winter's night? ...I wish
I knew what so provokes...
is it me, is it you, is it us?
I try from time to time, to start afresh,
make overtures; but it's just like
a brick wall in the mind; as if forever you're defending
some unspoken matter from attack,
and so we all unwillingly take on the role
of chosen enemies.

What, behind this unexplained brick wall,
are you defending? So that every conversation
feels as if there's someone out there marking, like a boxing ring,
points scored? Even when you walk in through
the office door, it's like a challenge to a world
who handicapped you long before the start - so now
even your beautiful and natural blonde hair,
always so perfectly groomed and shaped and held,
seems to growl a challenge...but to whom?

I wish I knew - just for the sake, at first, of knowing;
and then, who knows, I might even sorrow for
that which so corsets all that yearns to yield...maybe;
and even love you for yourself...

but I think what really riles my man-mean mind
is that you behave as if, despite all this,
you've not a single enemy in the world...
that I find difficult to forgive...

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Never Will You Ever Understand It

Never will you understand it.
Why things in my heart wont leave.
You will never understand it.
Never will you ever understand it.

Never will you understand it.
Why I express little empathy.
You will never understand it.
Never will you ever understand it.

My mind has grown too agitated and annoyed.
My emotions tied in knots,
Have long dropped as my topic.
I have a peace within,
I'm hoping will never end.
Or come to the point,
I must defend.
Oh...
You will never understand it.
Never will you ever understand it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Like That

There were many shadows,
From time to time...
In my mind,
Just hiding there...
In those crevices and cracks.

There were many shadows,
Wearing hats and caps...
And their faked grins...
Following me,
Like that.

There were many shadows,
Seen in my mind.
Shadows I'd see behind,
Other shadows...
Keeping me awake.
I could not shake them.

With messages to deliver.
Messages for me...
To pay attention.
And...
That's a fact.

People get the message,
Just like that.
And berate it with attitude.
People get the message,
Like that.
People get the message,
Like that.
Yet berated it with attitude.
And...
It's like that.
Open your eyes to facts.
And, it's like that.
That's a fact.

Wishing to stay abused and confused...
There are people just like that.
And that's a fact.

People get the message,
Just like that.
But they believe that they can pay...
To have things done their way,
And...
People get the message,
Just like that.
And too late...
That's a fact.

People get the message,
Just like that.
And berate it with attitude.
Wishing to stay abused and confused...
Just like that.
And that's a fact.

There were many shadows,
From time to time...
In my mind,
Just hiding there...
In those crevices and cracks.

There were many shadows,
Wearing hats and caps...
And their faked grins...
Following me,
Like that.

People get the message,
Like that..
But berated it with attitude.
And...
Today we see it living.
With moody blues to choose,
And...
It's a fact.
It's like that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Length Of Its Visit

Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake who does what and when.
Or how long it may take,
For those undecisive to make up their minds.

Those aging as time flys by them,
Seem to take a more notice of it drifting away.
And with an impatience shown towards those,
Wishing they knew of a remedy...
To keep themselves with time favored.
As if to flavor it with youthful flattery.
By a nipping or two to keep something tucked.
While time gives them more it to strut their stuff.

Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake.
No matter how much moisterizing,
Is applied to disguise track marks on one's face.

Only time taken to make good use of it,
Seems to deliver to those doing it left...
With a comprehension of the benefits.
Without trying to erase its existence.
And acknowledging whatever it is,
They have been given to witness...
Isn't sitting around awaiting for them,
To make decisions on the length of its visit.

And who knew time could care less,
How with limits it is addressed.
To dismiss or curtail its effectiveness.
Time does come to leave when it pleases.
Regardless who accepts or denies what it is,
Whenever it blesses with its presence.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meeting and Greeting Of a Dead End Street

You care not to listen.
But you wish from me my attention,
Immediately.
To be heard.
Regardless of my wishes or needs,
That may occur.
And after years of coming to grips with that...
There is nothing about you I find attractive.
No matter how sugary you sweeten your deceit.
Leaving nothing left for us to agree upon.
But the acknowledgement we both can see...
The meeting and greeting of a dead end street!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She's A Victim

Her name everybody knew.
When you couldn't get it else where.
She was in town.
Just one phone call.
That was all.

The price you pay.
Diseased they say.
But in a not so nice way.
But they all want it yesterday.
As favors become the story.
As the hound chases for it's glory.

But when it gets so dirty.
How do you wash those sins away.
Here's some ice to numb the pain.
No matter how many times.
No matter under whose name.
Extreme abuse comes to my mind.
But she like getting used.
It was all she knew.

Where was her big brother?
Locked up abroad.
Car theft was the charge.
Grand larceny with a dose of fleeing and resisting arrest.
A broken home where the father was god knows who.
With a drunken up mom to busy with here own affairs to ever care.
She was just a child.
But he took that all away from her.
A rape by boyfriend not of hers.
Mom was too busy in the next room sucking the white snow up her nose that her 'man' just brought her.
Accusation were thrown, but she just pretend it didn't happen.
A poor little girl left to her own to endure the abuse.

And we now ostracize her because she like that.
Hypocritical bullshit, and pure ignorance.
She needs not pity, lust, or disgust.
She just needs a friend who will always be there.
A friend that will always care.
It's not on the outside but on the inside.
Most can't look that deep.
Especially when it comes to someone like her.
Either word of mouth, or her body cause the mind to blur.
It's not her fault.
I don't blame her.
I know you will never understand.
And to think this is coming from a man.
But I'm not one to care what others think.
I defend what I believe in.
And I protect my friend.
And I hope with this little talk.
It will bring the slander to an end.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Editing My Assumptions

It is not as easy as it may appear,
To the one reading to listen...
With an open mind and attentive ears.
What for them,
May or may not be clear.

At times I find I am editing my assumptions.
With a wish to be understood,
Without diluting a comprehension...
To include something else believed is meant.
I allow myself this torment.

At times I find I am editing my assumptions,
Instead of leaving what has been said and meant...
To either be accepted or offend.
And feeling defensive is not my intension.
But neither can I define,
What might be on someone else's mind.
Especially at those times when I care less...
In the letting my assumptions go unedited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Value Of Compromise Goals

A decision to park and drive
Anyway one pleases
In a relationship of two
When one chooses to stop and go
With a doing of what they want to do,
Is not worth having the patience
To toot a horn and become forlorn,
Whenever a blocking is being done.

It is better to back up and find,
Another route to take to ease one's mind.
Since someone in this union sits,
With wishes of wanting to direct!
And this is a stubborn situation,
In which one wants total control.
And is lost in the meaning of relationships,
To understand the value of compromise goals.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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