Self Serving
Some people breathe to feed their insecurities.
And not face them head on.
But tolerate them...
As if to cover up arms,
By putting them through shirt sleeves.
And dress up these insecurities...
As if to adorn like ornaments!
To gain approval from others,
Who themselves believe...
This is as easy as discussing,
Their prescribed medications.
Or sermons preached!
To relieve and comfort after taking remedies...
For illnesses such as high cholesterol.
While all declare an abstinence,
From self serving small town gossip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Refuse To Say Anything About It
I am 'not' going to say anything,
About 'anyone' and their insecurities.
It is pointless to keep harping upon them,
When those who have them are clearly possessive.
And who am I to mention who is insecure?
You know what I'm saying?
Who gave me the right to perceive,
Those with insecurities feed upon them.
With a seeking of others,
To defend their weaknesses.
And that is one of the reasons,
I refuse to say anything about it.
I'm sure people with insecurities,
Know they've got them.
'Well,
I am glad you didn't bring it up for discussion.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unable To Escape
Unable to escape...
From their own insecurities,
There are many who enjoy...
Victimizing others,
To cover themselves...
From being detected.
And the tactics they use,
Can be from one extreme to the other.
Some employ religious zeal.
And some rely on embellishments,
As exceptions applied...
To their own rules of survival.
We all are moving in a fast pace,
Towards a new day of revelations.
And who we are,
With those hidden deep insecurities...
Are going to be revealed as if on display,
By those who have come face to face with self.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best to Be Cautious
Some folks believe they benefit,
By protecting their insecurities.
As if they are hidden.
And others can not see.
Or know those insecurities,
Have a life of their own.
And have been given the 'authority'
To express themselves!
And publicly breathe.
But when those insecurities,
Begin to plop on another's integrity...
There is no sense to defend them.
Feelings once spared,
Are no longer given a chance.
And egos become wounded.
And those romanced exaggerations,
About life...
Become stung,
By someone who intends to deliver...
A bitter nasty tongue done.
And there is no regret.
It is best to be cautious,
In these situations.
Especially when accusations,
Begin to sprout wings and fly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Small Town
Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town
Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look whos in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And thats probly where theyll bury me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Motivated to Accomplish
Don't tolerate anyone...
That uses your integrity,
To mask their own insecurities.
Some folks like these are slow to produce.
And quick to whine.
Preferring to spend their time dining,
In an exchange of hot gossip.
Those who are motivated to accomplish...
Their dreams and wishes,
Are often doing that alone.
Regardless if their deeds are not condoned.
They must create the show and tell of their virtues.
As if to prove what is done is legit.
And setting aside comments to get that done!
To enjoy the life for them that exists...
Without excuses.
Some choose to sit and schedule appointments,
Either to forget or dismiss.
Finding it easier to pick on someone,
Who conducts business first.
And having a thirst to feed their aspirations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Disturbed Hidden Minds
Well...
They 'all' were given the same opportunity,
To come out of hiding and tell the truth!
A few are coming forward.
Some are still reluctant!
Fearing to sever from conditioned delusions.
Such as...
Prescribed medications,
That keep them addicted to self inflicted illnesses.
And those completely confused by deceit...
Hang on behind disturbed hidden minds!
However...
Truth has not arrived to assist with excuses.
That has got to be made clear.
Truth is not here to tolerate fear!
Or alibis with smooth lies...
Any longer.
Those days of color coded terrorists alerts,
Are gone!
And a cleanup of where those terrorists sat...
Near their monuments.
Will be sanitized but not scented!
And burn those false idol worshipping documents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daring To Be Defeated
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
They lie to themselves and expect understanding.
Foolish are their delusions.
But an acceptance to be corrected...
Is taken for criticisms refused to enhance a growth.
People like this want to feel protected,
Like a child caught in a lie.
With a tantrum to come that is provoked.
And the circumstances they must face,
They don't do that!
They rather run to hide inside their minds...
Where trappings of safety begin to take place.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
A stripping to expose flaws,
Is difficult to do.
A willingness to be wounded...
Speeds up the advancing of a truth.
And when truth is denied,
For something less painful to receive and accept...
A maturity to gain becomes a stagnation repeated.
With a daring to be defeated...
Conquered by insecurities,
As a surrounding wall that falsely protects.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
Stubbornly affixed to their insecurities,
Keeping them appeased and weak!
Daring to be defeated!
But defeated by a weakness...
Keeps their insecurities appeased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And if you have high cholesterol, you would feel the same as if you had low cholesterol because there are no side effects, no symptoms of having high cholesterol.
quote by Mark Spitz
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Conditioned to Feed
Isn't it easy to defame and shame another?
And in public profess to an innocence addressed.
Many are conditioned to feed on deception.
To protect themselves and insecurities.
While finger pointing and finding fault.
But not admitting to their own frustrations...
And/or to their own evil misdeeds.
People like this seek pity and empathy.
As they disable emotions of those too blind to see...
They are demons in sheep clothing...
Pretending to be in sympathetic need!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Self-Estimate
My life has been built around
self-doubt of who I am
with insecurity and vulnerability.
To many that might seem strange
and to others it might seem I have it all.
A lasting marriage,
fulfilling my dreams one at a time,
friends around the world.
You ask what else
could anyone really want.
When I was young
whatever I did
my sister or someone else
could always do it better
even when I succeeded,
at least that is what I was always told.
Those words brought forth
all sorts of insecurities
that plagued my life from those days to this.
They would tell me my writing
was rubbish and I should never show them
to anyone or they would hold me up to ridicule.
Now my writing is read and enjoyed
by thousands across the world.
So why is it that these insecurities
keep swirling around my head?
The questions keep coming,
but the answers elude me.
Even when I look at my accomplishments
those insecurities still follow me around.
Will my bubble burst
and will their words back then be right?
I hope and pray not and I will just carry on
no matter what the outcome is.
My future is sealed
no matter which way I turn.
A writer I will always be,
whether good, bad or indifferent,
or for richer or poorer be.
I gave up once for a number of years,
but fate had it in store
that I would write again once more.
It even lead me down different paths
than I had been down before.
What next I ask myself,
just keep on writing I guess
and the insecurities.
Well, they will still follow me
as well as the self-doubts
I was brainwashed with.
You cannot turn back the clock
say it never happened.
It is just something in my life
I am going to have to live with.
25 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Abstinence, being faithful and correct and consistent condom use are the only ways to successfully reach everyone when discussing HIV prevention. I believe that the abstinence message alone does not solve the AIDS epidemic.
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To Keep a Stagnation Understood and Relevant
Some folks will say and do anything,
To keep themselves enclosed within...
Self imposing insecurities.
A protective mechanism...
That does not do a progessive thing,
For them.
And when this is done...
An approval is expected from everyone.
To keep a stagnation understood and relevant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Need to Be Discouraged By This
No matter what it is you may do,
You are going to meet...
With someone's disapproval.
And there is no need to be discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
People don't have to know you!
See you or come in contact...
For their entire lives.
Just to know you exist for some,
Who are ready to dismiss you...
Like a piece of chewing gum,
Is enough to piss them off.
Some folks have been nurtured,
To perceive themselves as having territorial rights.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
Because they believe with simple sensibilities,
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has some who are inhaling,
Exhaling without their approval sought.
And someone from the time they were born,
Fed them this impression.
And has led them to the 'Wall of Instability'
For reasons to give them a purpose to live.
With feelings they 'must' defeat,
And conquer over their own insecurities.
Assigned in their minds,
To arrogance and self importance.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
There are those who believe,
With simple sensibilities...
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has to meet with their inhaling and exhaling approval.
And they will poison it with conflict,
If they have to protect their interests...
At any cost as witnessed.
However...
There is no need to get discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless They Are In the Midst
Don't want to.
Don't have to.
And will not,
Tolerate further nonsense...
That should have long been dropped,
Removed and stopped as an issue.
There are those who can not exist,
Unless they are in the midst of conflict.
Either stirring it up or soliciting it...
As a means to promote their insecurities.
And I'm not having it!
Not around me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Don't Possess The Balls!
Many make false claims,
To sensationalize their own lives.
They use others as decoys,
To hide and mask their own insecurities.
With backstabbings.
Character assassinations.
Malicious gossip and innuendo.
And familiar deceit and lies!
People like you and me,
Are singled out and victimized.
Why?
Because that is easier for someone to do,
When they don't possess the balls!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Are Desperate
When is it time to defend one's beliefs?
Prior to preparing breakfast,
And having noonday snacks...
With the person relaxed enough,
To attack them!
IF one professes to be faithfully attached...
And not trying to adapt to please!
But then again...
People are desperate to be in the company,
With anyone they might regard...
As being part of the majority!
And who really likes to feel alone,
Taking their own prescribed medications.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Small Town
Love going for walks around town
A small town a holler from the big city
The many old building lining the main street
Which by the way isn't main street that's a block away
From the small library to the high school a jot to get to
The sidewalks resemble the old boardwalks from yesteryear
The shops vary as the street winds to the highway
The country air blows thru the street full of manure
Good ole air, they say around here
The small diner with the local farmers dwell at
Talking of this year's events from farming to politics
The ladies at the sew shop talking gossip
It's amazing how time don't change as years pass
Every year the town picnic to the 4th July jamboree
To the harvest dance and everything in between
Small town people living the old time ways
Wishing every town was as good as it
Walking thru saying hey to neighbors all around
Can make everyday a good day
Seeing people in the park enjoying the kids play
The banner welcoming you to our small town
Small town America, loving it, living it
poem by Michael Peterson
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Stagnation And A Committment To It
Bemoaning one's insecurities...
Or accusing others for discussing topics,
One unsolicited chooses to bring up...
Are signs of an unconscious mind.
A maturity that comes with age,
Should get one through these 'stages'.
But the affects of denial and the familiarity of fear,
Produces stagnation and a committment to it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Want to Gain...What?
You want to gain...
What?
Fame, fortune and wealth?
To feel you are above everyone else?
To deal them with teases...
Just to please yourself?
You want to gain...
What?
Attention you insist belongs to you?
To set pretensions upon their point of view.
What does this 'really' do for you?
Would this erase your insecurities...
And those obscenities that you spew?
You want to gain...
What?
A dignity and pride...
With 'things' and objects,
You believe holds a head high.
Or eyes on you!
To be awed by a fake persona.
And left transfixed...
By your masquerading of it!
You clearly feel an emptiness.
And this you keep inside.
Nothing you choose to express to impress...
Will ever address what you deny!
And an identity unknown...
Seems to leave you depressed,
With regrets.
This is shown!
And moving forward beyond this...
With determined steps,
Will not gain you what you wish.
If you are too afraid...
To expose and admit,
Mistakes you've made!
But you insist...
None are there to fix.
You want to gain...
What?
A way to disguise your blemishes,
There and appearing.
Or a way to escape from your flaws?
No one finds endearing.
Which of these do you believe can not be seen?
You want to gain...
What?
Another life?
One you don't find,
So disgusting?
To live one that is lived perfectly right!
One you wished you had lived less distrusting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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