Routines Refurbished
I 'use' to feel reluctant,
To speak the truth to those seduced...
By their own deluded foolishness.
Those who believed anything they do,
In their own defense...
Should not offend.
Even if lies told,
Protected them...
Within revealing embellishments.
But tired I became,
Being part of an audience.
And one seeking to be entertained.
By the same act sustaining without gain.
Especially when I heard my name connected...
To routines refurbished at my expense.
And to later discover,
How quick and cheap these acts were dispensed.
I had to stop finding,
Humor from such minds unwinding...
Slowly,
Detaching.
And clearly improvising sanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until All Itching Has Been Scratched From It
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
People confronted run and do not sit.
And finding it difficult to be seen near it.
And these are the ones who become upset,
By living lives reflecting their own negligence.
Hiding in denial and deluded by embellishments.
And these are the people who today regret,
Spending their last dime...
To make impressions others forget.
Since impressions themselves,
Leave nothing concrete meant.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Like that which irritates...
Until all itching has been scratched from it.
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Sense of Humor
I don't understand?
What's not to be believed?
You have never been told the truth...
And now you are seeking clarity?
How would you recognize it?
You have shown me no evidence.
I provided you the comfort of calling me a fool!
If I truthfully believed that...
I would not be here now staring in the face of one!
You may have made fun of me at my expense,
But I'm the one that's been laughing all this time.
OH...
I get it now.
You thought I was laughing 'with' you and the others,
Laughing at me?
No...
I'm not sadistic.
I have a sense of humor myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Offend, So Be It
If I offend...
So be it!
I am not here,
To be the 'next' James Baldwin.
Or follow in the footsteps,
Of Langston Hughes.
The shoes I wear are quite comfortable.
And the path I walk upon,
Has not already been paved.
That is the task that has be laid before me.
To do that myself!
If I offend...
So be it!
I am not living my life intending to be anyone else,
Than who I am.
I am the first Lawrence S. Pertillar.
And make no mistake about it...
I will be acknowledged,
For the life I've lived.
If I offend...
So be it!
I just know who it is I am.
And I am not who I am because I seek to get paid for it!
Like most folks lost and deluded,
By the meaning of 'identity'.
I've been blessed and I am grateful...
To have a dignity as well.
And 'if' I offend...
So be it!
There's so many others,
Who have minds associated with making a quick buck.
And people like that...
Are indoctrinated with corrupted agendas!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Say You Are Saved
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
Do you have what's needed to stop your agonies?
And when you plead to be released from bended knees...
Repeatedly,
What is that saves you...
When you say you pray faithfully,
And it stays that way everyday.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
To hide what you do on a daily basis.
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
You say it.
But what is it saved that you obey?
You 'say' you are saved,
But...
From what?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Will Come to Know The Effectiveness
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
Denials raised to stay committed,
To defy what is presented
Once truth begins to combat deceit.
Creates a massive turnaround of events,
The telling of lies can not defeat.
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need
A group of experienced archaeologists feeding,
Findings discovered.
In ancient dusted fields.
What is as it is observed,
No longer can deceit conceal.
There 'is' most definitely a reality.
One we all will come to touch, see and feel
As 'thee' truth upon us revealed,
Is unmistaken for its authenticity.
Choose to like it, ignore it or leave it alone.
Many will come to know the effectiveness of it.
And masquerading truth is not condoned.
'How did you know 'that'?
I was private and discreet.'
Truth is not like deceit to be hidden.
And those unaware of that,
Find themselves victims of their own entrapment.
'Where did you study this? '
You are pitiful.
You didn't know that did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Role Tape Please
There was a time in my life,
I would dare not offend anyone.
Although there were those,
Who seemed to have been addicted to it.
Role tape please!
Thank you.
Today...
Scenes have changed.
A seriousness took place in my life.
And I felt I had to over emphasize...
An offending done at my expense,
Was downsized not to exist.
I don't like it one bit!
And yet my return of it...
Is swift with an purpose connected,
As directed.
There was a time in my life,
I would dare not offend anyone.
But these days...
An asking for it,
Gets a quick delivery!
And...
Cut.
I will do my own editing from now on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luv Your Life
Thrust the candle to the dark of your disease
Burn the fishplate execute ill memories
Labyrinth of sympathy in which I'm lost and can't leave
And too much truth overshadows the lime lies
And what lies beneath the clouds is an
Altered perception and I'll pay for sanity
But sanity don't come cheap
You don't know the truth and I love your life
Flinch against the fire but this ain't winter
And I'm all by myself the way I wanna be
Where I'm content to be to be all by myself
But frozen eyes are bound to melt.
song performed by by Silverchair from Diorama
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Found To Offend
Fantasies fed will keep a people seduced,
To believe in anything...
With the sweetening of entitlements,
Easily given.
How else can it be explained,
A truth that exists going purposely ignored...
And found to offend,
Whenever the existence of it is mentioned...
With a resistance of it?
And those with a consciousness daring to do this,
Labelled misfits seeking attention?
Fantasies fed will keep a people seduced,
To believe in anything...
With the sweetening of entitlements,
Easily given.
How else can it be explained,
A truth that exists going purposely ignored...
And found to offend,
Whenever the existence of it is mentioned...
With a resistance of it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Who's Benefit Is It
Lies lived,
Throughout decades and generations...
Of them being heard or told to listen.
Does not make them come true.
If fact,
Truth is traumatic and does not come to empathize,
A hiding.
Truth when it is accepted opens eyes wide.
To comprehend and not defend,
The creation of myths devalued.
Once lies lived have been uncovered for what that is...
Holding grudges and bitterness may be done.
But to who's benefit is it,
To insist lies told still exist when none of them,
Bought, sold or can be held like jello...
Can be connected to anything solid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aristotle was once asked what those who tell lies gain by it. Said he, That when they speak truth they are not believed.
quote by Laertius Diogenes
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In Ashes my Tears Now Lie
Here in ashes do my tears now lie
for every dropp filled with unrequited love did i cry
a smile that always cloud my sky
hear in ashes do my tears lie
I cannot smile a smile
but in one's eye its decieving
i cannot smile a smile
behind it lies choked words
words that i even hide from myself
it makes my tears taste even bitter
it makes the pain in my heart grow stronger and stronger
this smile is just a lie
so slowly is my smile fading
so slowly its secret is revealing
and so quickly im trying to stop the tears
but i cannot stop this secret from revealing the truth
i cannot hide the pain in my heart no more
i cannot hide the tears with laughter no more
all i can do is let it out
and slowly will it reveal the truth of what i have hidden for so long..
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You n Me
(coverdale/marsden)
Well its five in the morning
When will you be home,
Im tired of waiting here baby
All on my own
All I got for comfort is some cheap red wine
But, the thought of what youre doing gives me no peace of mind
You n me, its got to be just you n me,
Cant you see, baby
Cant you see what youre doing to me
I know those page three girls
In the playboy books,
Aint got nothing on you
In the way that you look
But, an eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
When you get home
You better give me some truth
Tell me no lies
When I ask you the questions,
Tell the truth
Your lies aint gonna make it no more
Tell me no lies,
Baby youre no exception to the rule,
Because Ive heard it all before
And babe believe me I never forget
You n me, baby baby
Just you n me,
Cant you see, baby
If you dont stop what youre doing to me
Im gonna do it to you
Tell me no lies
When I ask you the questions,
Tell the truth
Your lies aint gonna make it no more
Tell me no lies,
Baby youre no exception to the rule,
Because Ive heard it all before
And babe believe me, I never forget
You n me, baby baby
Just you n me,
Cant you see, baby
Cant you see what youre doing to me
You n me, baby baby
Just you n me,
Cant you see, baby
If you dont stop what youre doing to me,
Im gonna do it to you!
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Peacocking To Flock Together
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed,
And I'm kept a prisoner...
By someone's rush to stupidity expressed.
People are quick to ignite their own storms.
To later admit they were thick-headed and impatient,
And expect a forgiveness for their foolishness...
At someone else's expense they must adorn.
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed.
That's capitalized B.S.
Underlined and followed by defined exclamation.
Everyday people step through fields of manure,
Seeking to blame someone for their actions.
With a seeking 'not' to self examine,
The lure of their own temptating ignorance...
Handed down from one generation to the next to ensure.
Everyday people show they can strip respect away.
With a doing of their own as if protected to condone.
No matter what they do to each other shown,
With a peacocking to flock together like misguided birds...
Bearing the same false feathers to flutter as heard.
'What about us? '
~What about it?
We only collectively gather together,
To express our own unified distrust...
We can not seem to elimiate from ourselves,
Or each other. What about 'us'...is there such a thing? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mesmerized By Their Tales Told
Those who have never lived alone,
Have never lived to know reality.
Or aspects of it,
To enbrace what the facing of obstacles...
Bring.
Or what it means to endure,
Through the challenges of overcoming them.
And yet...
Those who have never had the 'opportunity',
To live alone....
Are quick not to listen to learn.
But willing to upstage,
With embellishments to delude those experiences...
They have never had,
At the expense of those mesmerized...
By their tales told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Forgive You
(Shut up)
For all the anguish,
And degradation
For every time I needed truth
And you were faithless
But disappointment, self-deprecation
But living a lie for fantasize and you could save me
I need my cross like a blanket
And misery is comfort
I can hardly stand to blame myself for filling prophecy on you
And in the end I decided
I guess I felt I deserved it
I should kiss your dirty lips for bringing me my clarity
And how did you just make me see?
How your lies have buried me
But I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
So I
I feel so high
Just let it go we would
I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
So I
(Shut up)
For all the torment
Loss of independence
For disrespect, carelessness with my emotions
For all the screams I swallow
How a soul is hollow
For giving into temptation
For making me feel like a cheap replacement
And how did you just make me see
How your lies have buried me
But I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
I feel so high
Just let it go we would
I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
All the lies that I believed
And all the guilt you make me feel
Cos I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
Ohh I feel so good just letting go
You know I feel good now you're gone
Getting stronger, letting go
Getting stronger, I'm moving on
Getting stronger, I'm letting go
Getting stronger, I'm getting stronger
No
This time
I forgive you
Lord I
And how the truth does make me see
And how your lies have buried me
I forgive you
Lord I
I must forgive you
Lord I
All the lies that I believed
And all the guilt you make me feel
I forgive you
Cos I forgive you
Lord I must forgive you
Cos I
And how the truth does make me see
How your lies have buried me
I forgive you
Cos I forgive you
Lord I
I must forgive you
(This time)
All the lies that I believed
Guilt you make me feel
This time
I must forgive you
I feel so high
I feel so high
Cos it feels so good just letting go
You know I feel good now you go
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Folks You Can Not Trust
I wish you stop saying what you mean!
That upsets my deluded state of mind.
I wish you wouldn't step on my toes.
You expose my sensitivity to hearing the truth.
And you have me challenge the excuses I make!
My disguise no longer provides me escape.
I wish you stop saying what you mean.
It's too painful to hear it.
And I'd rather be around those of pretense.
At least when I am with them...
Your honesty has no defense.
I wish you stop saying what you mean!
And be like us...
Folks you can not trust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eleventh Hour
Waiting until the eleventh hour,
To voice outrage, support and empathy...
May have little effect for habitual tactics,
To change what has been neglected for years.
And appearing clearly in one's own backyard.
To acknowledge the ignoring of truth,
Many have allowed to grow to produce...
Actions that upset,
Those gathering to defend and protect...
A right to believe lies kept to themselves,
Will not eventually catch up with them...
As if divinely protected.
Makes pointless their arguments.
And...
Clearly an absence of common sense.
But...
A feeding together upon such foolishness,
At their own expense...
Seems to have become their best activity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Discrediting Actuality
Which is worse...
Living in denial?
Or being on trial
For commiting acts of truth?
Revealing observations as they are,
Scars a mind attached to illusions.
A fear connected to reality,
Only exposes a common use of lies!
Discrediting actuality
Will not change facts from what is seen!
Unless a total existence of life itself,
Becomes declared obscene.
And much of that can not be questioned.
Or initiate a fight to disagree.
We're all 'nuts' apparently!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless The Audience Listening Disappears
Some beset by insecurities,
Find it convenient...
To implant them upon another's shoulders.
With an implication,
This relieves the doer of responsibility.
And/or connected guilt that may be felt.
Within them hidden is more venom!
Since finding my own peace of mind,
I notice this injustice from time to time.
And those with lowlife intentions,
Doing what they please...
Disregarding who may be affected,
By their wickedness and sleaze...
Defend themselves with additional absurdities,
To escape exposure.
I've known many demons like this.
Some with pretensions that excuses them,
From any involvement they've initiated.
To apologize later for 'mistakes' made.
And accuse those for not knowing they had been used...
By the misdeeds done.
Even though the ones afflicted,
Discover they had been the unwilling victims,
Of such deceited ploys.
The performance done by those revealed,
To have concealed their patheticness...
Annoys!
They would rather be forgiven for their acts of selfishness.
AGAIN!
And there is no end to this 'I'm okay the way I am' philosophy.
Unless the audience listening...
Suddenly disappears!
Or...
Cotton to fill the ears,
Has been issued.
However,
A quick exit...
Is far more cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd Like To See What Makes You Qualified
I am glad you are here to discuss my qualifications.
Now...
If you don't mind.
I'd like to see what makes you qualified,
To discuss mine with a revealing of your evidence.
And please...
Spare me those explanations,
About following your job description.
Never once have I had a position...
That did not take advantage of my abilities.
Once I expressed my capabilities...
That I needed not to embellish with exposed facts.
And if you are reluctant I will understand.
'Are you seeking employment?
Or do you want to run the place? '
I seek employment,
Of course.
However...
To prove myself to be competent,
Would offend too many people.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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