Romancing Fantasies
What would you call it,
If these activities...
Are not deception as perceived.
'It is a mere re-interpretation,
Of a reality that had never existed.
That's all.
There is no need,
To get all puffed out of shape about it.
I am surprised you are not aware,
This is a convenience that has taken place...
All the time.
Where have you been?
Romancing fantasies? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Wished. One Had. One Glad It's Gone
When I think of you and trust,
I am thinking of us and no one else.
But Lately I am cautiously near you,
With suspicion...
I wish would go away.
What did you do when you did it?
I've been so blindly romancing you.
I stumble over my own fantasies!
When I think of you and Lust!
I...
Whew! !
Would you like that graphic?
And detailed?
I...do...not...hear...you.
'Why should I respond?
What's going on in your head and mine,
Are on two separate journeys.'
Where was I when 'that' happened?
'Not listening. Thoughtless. Uncaring and distant.'
And where did 'you' go?
The 'you' I thought I knew.
'I'm not going to waste a 'trip' on you.
We've been through that.
And...
Where do I go?
When did you start caring about that? '
So..
What was done you did,
Had to have been recent.
You have lost desire, passion...
And,
Don't say 'committment'!
'I will whisper it!
And maybe 'then' it will connect,
In your head.'
When I think of you,
I stumble over my own fantasies.
I am thinking of us and no one else.
I've been so blindly romancing you.
I stumble over my own fantasies!
When I think of you...
Now.
And what was done you did...
Whatever you did do...
I could not desire you without passion.
And well...
What 'is' committment?
'One wished. One had. One glad it's gone.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(No More) Love At Your Convenience
Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth
Turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
Things gotta be what they got to.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Mixed Signals
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
No need to look from the corners of your eyes,
At me or anyone else believed can be easily deceived.
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
Look into a mirror.
The hour for self examination has arrived.
The results are clear.
Do not be surprised.
When one is accustomed to sending mixed signals...
The consistency of this,
Achieves results that are the quickest.
And one should come to grips with it.
Inconsistency begets distrust.
And any signs of loyalty disconnects quickly...
As if rushed.
To dissipate from expectations.
With debates of this then hushed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is An Inclusive Experience
The best way to inform those uniformed...
Is not to conform to an accepted normalcy.
In time there will be no need to debate,
Those feelings perceived about reality.
Truth brings along with it,
An interpretation needing few to describe its presence.
Somehow it is felt...
Without a single word spoken.
Nor is it known to dispense...
Displays of envy given with disdain.
It is an inclusive experience without question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blatant Misrepresentation
Deception may be dressed in fresh wardrobes...
But the scent of it always follows one
Unaccustomed to bathe in the light of truth,
And honesty!
Those who adorn themselves with images...
Are often surprised they are the last to become aware,
Of the stench hidden underneath!
Although they are the first to recommend
Standards be enforced upon those who do not endorse,
Conformity that defiles with blatant misrepresentation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Leader Who Has Been Chosen Knows
They stood by and watched,
Their lifestyles slide into the gutter.
They stood and condoned this...
As if observing a parade.
Now a selected leader says to them,
'Your activities will change!
I will not tolerate your spoiled whims.'
And they begin to treat him,
With much disrespect.
Because the truth to them has never been spoken.
And...
The leader who has been chosen knows this.
That is why he remains honest.
With a smile on his lips!
'What 'was' isn't anymore!
What 'is' will be.
Whether you like it or not.
Call me what you want to.
And deny my place of birth.
But I am the one to whip this place back into shape.
I am accustomed to being treated,
Less than dirt is worth.
AND...
By you!
I've been groomed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Surprised You Do Not Know Me
I am not surprised you do not know me.
For years our conversations have been about you.
Your likes and dislikes.
Your cravings and appetites.
Your opinions with judgements passed.
And your need to compete...
With my activities,
That affords you some kind of mental relief.
I am not surprised you do not know me.
Nor am I shocked to hear you say...
I do not understand,
A life lived your way!
You are right...
I don't.
And that is why you don't know me!
Nor do I have a need,
For you to begin that now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doth the reality of sensible things consist in being perceived? or, is it something distinct from their being perceived, and that bears no relation to the mind?
quote by George Berkeley
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No Time Did I Waste In Perfecting Deception
When you finally discover,
Those places I've been...
What will you think of me then?
I often wonder about the path you are on.
The careful steps you've taken...
To make sure what you do
Is right and not wrong!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
I did not have those comforts.
No tour guide in my life!
I have made my way through 'this'.
In complete darkness.
With just my faith and a followed insight.
Clouds of doubts covered my sleepless nights,
And frightened...
Sometimes.
But I continued on.
Knowing my sighing,
Did not prevent my eyes from crying!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
When you finally discover,
Those places I've been...
What will you think of me then?
Will you embrace the fact that I did not pretend?
All that I've done,
Has made it easier for you now to find!
Since that journey you have embarked upon,
Is the one I paved and cleared!
The one that nearly drove me out of my mind!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
Remember those times you said I was lazy?
Well I hope my achievements don't drive you crazy!
Since your reputation,
Has been secretly built on the back of my efforts!
And those who weren't aware...
Just look at you and stare,
With a glare that is shared.
But not smothered in love!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Build eternity in your Mind
the child moulds the best quality of spirit and soil; breathe
the eternal gift of life by the giver of life, the purest of soul
inherited by the pre-existed being in the universe, before
time comes into existence
the birth becomes the only contact of profane material
in the given ground to subdue, to live, to survive of what is
reality in this earthly place of immortal aura, the inner force
given by the beyond conquers known the most challenging
wave of reality, the eye that close the window of the world,
the spirited world that mankind lives, a reality that all has no
chance to swift, but to swim and lay our card according to
what our experiences man possess
all, the world gives; the family, the profession, the children,
the dream of tomorrow, our very own desire and the faith
as it lives on in our innermost feeling is just all the wisdom to
go, the spirited soul comes to experienced the fundamental
avenue of going to heaven, a vision that all dream of and live
where the sun whiten the cloth of everlasting glory with God
the moulds which you where made, comes to worship, the
beginning of your dominion in each heart, a perfect day of
reckoning heart to live in the shelter of God haven, as the
soul swings to the timing of pendulum of perfect world, the
man entity transform into a god like aura of heavenly best,
for the end has change the beginning of love in the
end time with God forever
build the beginning of your mind an entity to live with the
most high in the paradise, where all is call to live with God
in a place call ……. Pleroma of end time
poem by Antonio Liao
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The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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Dizzy In An Empty City
Mickey took his Minnie,
And they left to find
A place...
Where fantasies like theirs,
Weren't left on hold.
It's crucial they and Donald Duck,
Take Porgie Pig with Poo...
And Tigger Too
To thrive on shores...
Where fresh delusions are safe and kept,
To grow.
'Cause,
Bugs Bunny ain't hoppin'
And a psychic with bad news...
Comes to knock-knock-knockin',
With some locks...
And close up all the doors.
Being dizzy in an empty city don't pay the dues,
Like it did yeaterday.
Dizzy in an empty city just don't pay...
Like it should,
Today.
'That's odd,
Call the Wizard'.
Mickey took his Minnie,
And they left to find
A place...
Where fantasies like theirs,
Weren't left on hold.
'That's odd,
Call the Wizard'.
Dizzy in an empty city just don't pay...
Like it should,
Today.
'That's odd,
Call the Wizard.
That's odd,
Call the Wizard.
That's odd,
Call the Wizard...
Call the Wizard'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams are made of many things
The different thoughts that we constantly think
The very things that that lie in our fantasies
And create a thought that's tenaciously sweet
That we savor so much while soundly asleep
Things that can only happen in dreams
My sweet dreams are made of you
The perfect moments and the perfect gloom
The perfect place and the perfect dream
But whatever could be more perfect than you?
Is only what I can conjure in my sleep
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
It's the time we find peace from every worry
It's a place where every story has a happy ending
It's a place where every person has a chance to be happy
It's a place where you and I have a happy ending
A cradle song before we sleep
And escape the grimes of reality
And the things that keep you away from me
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
Dreams are the sweetest and life is life
In my dreams you and I are happy
But in reality... life is life.
Sweet dreams are made of many things
And mine are made of you
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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Lethal Avoidance
Don't enforce that upon them...
If believed it doesn't exist.
Slip a little bit,
To those who annoy.
The majority will not accept it!
Hush up this truth!
Make more inducements,
For those who choose deception...
Delightful and legit.
Magnify those in denial.
Promote their fantasies...
As a reality,
To comfort them with.
Who dares to care that a lethal avoidance...
Has been injected,
Into those dosing in unconsciousness.
Those addicted...
To this fix that deludes.
And inflicting,
Until no one can resist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Serve And Dish It Plateless
Call it anything you wish.
To serve and dish it plateless...
For your interpretation,
Of an effectiveness.
But time I wont spend,
Nibbling on negativity.
That's not my cup of tea.
Pour it if you wish...
But you can skip over me.
Nor can I see that done,
Continually...
By those selecting to do it...
As if nothing else is on their minds,
But a consistent visitation that reveals...
A nonsense and foolishness,
That should have long been left behind.
But chosen repeatedly,
To keep as if to thrive....
They do.
With nothing else there,
But a vague reality to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Head Over Feet
I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience
You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long
I've never felt this healthy before
I've never wanted something rational
I am aware now
I am aware now
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
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Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time
There was a girl
Who lived in the land
Of dreams unreal
Hiding from reality
Treated like a stranger
Living in her fantasies
Trapped within their world
Once upon a time
Her hopes had died
No one there to hear
Her futile cries
Living in a house of stone
No one on her side
Family in name alone
No place left to hide
Aah!
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once upon a dream
A man will come
And give her everything
She wants and loves
But in the morning
She'll awake
To face the room around her
It's just another lonely day
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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Overwhelmingly Magnetic
So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.
They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.
A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.
And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.
'Are you jealous? '
Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.
'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dancing In The Dark
Written by n. chinn & p. gurvitz
We were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
He stepped into the night
With his heart open wide
I was standing there
With nowhere left to hide
He looked to me like a shadow
Moving in the night
Then he took a hold of my hand
In the soft moonlight
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
I could hear his heartbeat
Pounding in the night
I could feel his body
Starting to be kind
With his soft red lips
Made up my mind
His soothing kiss
Was all I desired
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
We kissed and touched
But it wasnt enough
To stop this wheel of fire
One step at a time
And I knew he was mine
We were lost in the heat of desire
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
No way
No way at all
To stop us moving closer
Each look in his eyes
Made my heart beat in time
Over and over and over and over
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Given To Be Myth-ed
Messengers with messages sent,
Has been done.
Yet...
Many await the evidence brought to them,
By images they have created...
To make the seriousness of the messages,
Worthy of them to pay attention.
And unfortunately...
Physical images given to be myth-ed,
To have people convinced to believe...
Have never existed in reality.
Especially when truth,
Has been easily distorted and fed to deceive.
And 'THAT' which 'IS' is aware of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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