Should They Be Forgiven
Misunderstandings happen.
But should they be forgiven,
When these scenes are repeated?
With a familiar argument...
Starting again to make even less sense.
Misunderstandings happen.
But should they be forgiven,
When scenes like these are repeated?
To hear the same voice say,
'Let's end this!
And from each other,
Just walk away.'
Some aren't the ones,
Who have a problem with that!
The ones in denial,
Are the ones who keep looking back.
Trying to prove an innocence.
When together time spent,
Neither had been on the same track.
And often having 'chemistry'
Prevents off track distractions.
And it is difficult to say,
To someone once loved...
'Go away.'
But someone should do it.
If misunderstandings continue not to improve,
The communication in a relationship...
That's needing one less fool.
Someone should 'get it' and move on with life quick.
Instead of refusing not to do this,
But stay to annoy until a bitterness gets thick!
With attempts to try enforcing a mending of a split.
And the air reeks of no apparent healing being done,
To avoid any of it.
As those who listen to the same pleas again,
Wish for an immediate bout of amnesia to set in.
Or a door to bolt and cement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seasoned With Intrigue
Too many years of misunderstandings,
Seasoned with intrigue...
Has caused most people to be upset.
It is not what one has,
Or perhaps will never get.
It is an unwillingness to comprehend,
Everyone living...
Produces their own set of sins.
Too many years of misunderstandings,
Bridged by solicited confusion...
And conflicts without end,
Fed in competitions.
Ultimately split in divisions...
Of who is worthy,
To fail, succeed and win!
And no one does when everyone depends,
On neighbors, relatives and those called friends.
There has been too many years of misunderstandings.
And distrust, lies and the use of alibis to hide...
Insecurities denied,
Must all come to an end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Investigate the Depths of This Love
My lips are not off limits,
To your kisses.
Or to hear words you rather dismiss.
Perhaps.
You may just wish them to kiss.
Perhaps.
My arms are here to hold you.
Come and feel them,
Around you.
If you wish...
To nap.
Perhaps.
If that should happen.
My point of view is not set in stone.
Nor do I claim to own misunderstandings.
Those lessons I've been taught.
I do not seek to be alone.
Time spent with you is all I want to do.
If I didn't,
Would I be near you sitting?
Would we be here together listening?
Trying to comprehend...
A door that has been opened.
To share and respect those emotions,
Beginning between us.
And to investigate the depths of this love.
My arms are here to hold you.
Come and feel them,
Around you.
If you wish...
To nap.
Perhaps.
If that should happen.
And if it does...
My heart enfolds you,
In safe and protective embrace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Often Egos Win
Misunderstandings opens the door,
To comprehension.
If allowed.
And it may come with some pain.
However...
The prospects of a process of healing,
Begins some kind of a mending done.
Truth...
If kept in prolonged denial,
Can hurt.
The unacceptance of it...
Can devastate and create undo agony.
If allowed.
Some mindsets forbid this!
Unwilling to forgive and forget.
To bridge the gap between misunderstanding,
Comprehension and accepting truth...
Reduces conflict on many levels.
If allowed.
But tremendous egos,
Can kill any relationship.
No matter what the subject is!
And too often,
Egos win!
To misunderstand...
Again and again!
To understand what it is they wish,
From a limited perspective...
That seeks stubbornly to be understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Part Of My Job Description
I am not trying to make sense.
Or find a place where it is common.
I've traveled those avenues before.
Today I have distanced myself from the search.
And those explanations about lost connections...
With an admitted obligation,
To sacrifice one's time...
In a devoted commitment to help mend,
Those of broken misunderstandings?
That is not my mission.
I deliver messages,
That's it.
Wasting time sitting to convince...
Is not part of my job description.
When were those understandings broken?
And who did not comprehend an existing split?
I would think,
Those folks are the ones...
Who should be choked up with guilt!
Trying to heal these emotional 'riffs'.
Not me!
I've done my 'tears-cried-alone' bit.
With a completed paid donation made to that charity.
I am not trying to make sense.
Or find a place where it is common.
I've traveled those avenues before.
Do I dare to retrace my footsteps?
Suggestion...
Do not wait or anticipate a response.
There will be none forthcoming.
Not to that question.
And not from my lips will one come.
I'm done with repeated aggravation.
Today I have distanced myself from the search.
And those explanations about lost connections...
With an admitted obligation,
To sacrifice one's time for the 'right-thing-to-do'.
In a devoted commitment to help mend,
Those of broken misunderstandings?
Hey...
That is not my mission.
Or a condition of my 'contract'.
I've tried that and was reminded I didn't fit in!
I deliver messages,
That's it.
Wasting time sitting,
To convince...
Which advice to follow?
And who should do it?
Is not part of my job description.
F.A.T.
And I aint talking about what to do,
With anybody's 'fat' either!
Or furthering ambitious thoughts.
Or feed any ducks to prepare to pluck.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Make Assumptions. Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.
quote by Miguel Angel Ruiz
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The Best Way To Avoid Misunderstandings
The best way to avoid misunderstandings,
Amongst those heated in debate...
In your presence.
Is to not be the one who is quick to volunteer,
A willingness to express maturity.
With a seeking to comprehend,
How a conflict initiated to begin.
Let those who choose to pointlessly argue,
With no resolve in view...
Continue.
And when asked to express an opinion to give,
Stare with a blank face in space.
As if you have not a clue why anyone would ask...
You,
Anything.
If that doesn't work,
Pretend you are looking for your house keys...
That you hold clearly to be seen,
In your hand.
Then do a quick exit,
The moment someone notices this...
With a bringing of it to your attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listen To The Eight Track
(mick, Ive got a...)
There must be one million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this is one of em
I live out on the island, and I got problems
My mom dont like me, cause she says I know sultan(? )
Sitting in the cark park, in my old buick skylark
Getting high, getting high,
Getting high on the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh it aint easy, when you gotta survive
Keep on giving death, just to survive
Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my own buick skylark in the dark
Oh, n Ill listen to the eight track
Oh, Ill listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Yeah, cant wind it back
Listen to the eight track
In between the seats, in the cracks
Listen to the eight track
Oh sometimes I get a woman in here
And I put on bruce springsteens new double album
And then, just when everythings getting hot
I start turning the volume right down low
Baby, let me snuggle right next to you
You turned to me sweetly, you know what she said,
She said, turn up the eight track
Oh listen to the eight track
Oh listen to the eight track, aint no winding it back
Listen to the eight track
Listen to the eight track
Listen to the eight track
There must have been about a million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this has been one of them!
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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When Time Has Played a Factor In Obtaining Knowledge
I've been forced to deal with 'aspects' of reality,
Most of my life.
And most of my life,
Never did I have wishes to flaunt a notoriety.
Or a skill I've obtained.
IF I was blessed or cursed to achieve it.
My folks had a 'thing' about being down to Earth.
I've never rehearsed what I've had to say to anyone.
Unless a 'character' I created while acting from a script...
Was prepared to light fire to a stage.
And I enunciated using every bit of tongue and lips.
With a throwing of my voice.
If I had to!
I've been trained in all of this!
And I was there to mesmerize!
Ready with emotions emoted under spotlight.
Not holding back one bit with a riveting performance.
Worthy of the attention given.
I learned early in life to know the difference,
Between 'acting' and being free of disguise.
Unfortunately,
Those who are not disciplined to know the 'art'
Of this skill...
Perceive it quite easy to steal scenes,
From a professional...
Who makes that look simple enough to do!
Oh no!
This is much more than a Halloween trick,
For untreated fools.
When time has played a factor in obtaining knowledge,
Identity 'and' confidence...
This,
Has to be shown to avoid further misunderstandings.
And these moments occur when others become upset...
Realizing I am the one directing them to the exit!
Exposing this ability to some for the first time.
And surprising a few,
Who had not witnessed this from their point of view before.
Just how qualified I am at what I do.
And how best to get it done to avoid any waste of movement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken Time
Lost track of time
Can´t figure out what u say
Maybe i´ve lost my mind
I can´t just erase and rewind
Needing some time to think
Even tho I can hardly remember
How it can be done
Looking behind me, I´ve left no footprints
On the sand, can´t discover where it begun
Lost track of time
Can´t figure where my life is headed to
Maybe i´ve lost myself
I can´t just dust my old self off that dusty shelf
Needing some time to breathe
Start it all over again
Looking behind me, my feet feel no pain
Can´t realize where it all truly stands
Lost track of time
The clock isn´t ticking anymore,
So i´ll just walk past that rusty door
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The Bed
the bed is all that matters now
it has become the central solution
to all the problems of the house
I agree with Freud after all he made sense
for all those troubling years of his lifetime
that to all these marital misunderstandings
the bed has always been the solution
why do wives leave their husbands?
simply because of the unused bed
where time has been spent mostly for sleeping
now, i have felt what father used to confide
that the bed, yes the bed, is always the solution
even when both of them are nearing their 60s
and father did all the bed grooming
at my age now i must agree
i must say i completely agree
we always do it on the bed and the problem is solved.
yes, we do the serious talking there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Disjointed
I avoid misunderstandings.
Especially with those who seek to be understood.
Why spend time with someone
Who wants to take your time,
Going on a scavenger hunt looking for things
They wont recognize once they are found?
And then disagreeing on the significance.
It makes no sense playing show and tell...
With anyone who does not comprehend,
The art of sharing or communicating what that means!
What's the point of becoming disjointed?
And putting puzzled pieces together,
Is not my forté anway!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only to he avoid misunderstandings, I must say that even last year, when I wrote my pamphlet, I heartily wished that Prussia should declare war against Napoleon.
quote by Ferdinand Lassalle
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A Backlash Of Misunderstandings
We want to...
Control one's breath,
And each step they make.
We want to...
Have others say what we wish,
And dismiss them quick.
Caring less about them.
Or if they experience heartbreak.
We want to...
Prove to the Earth's inhabitants,
Our way of life and thought process...
Is throughout the Universe,
The very best.
We want to impress with this message,
That reflects...
Who it is we are,
As we thump upon our chests.
But,
Nowhere can we defend and keep protecting...
These delusions.
There seems to be assaults coming to us,
From every place we wish to share our good graces.
And all that we face...
Is a backlash of misunderstandings,
Of our extraordinary principles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasized Enchantment
'What is Love,
If there is no wounding done? '
Fantasized enchantment.
'I'm not asking you.
You've been wounded too many times.
I'm asking that delicious dish,
In the back of the room!
You're new with us at Bible class,
Aren't you?
You, young lady.
What is love,
If there is no wounding done? '
~Please...
Can you direct your question to someone else.
I use to be a man before I went through post-op.
Now I've changed my mind.
So much I did not take into consideration.~
'Well...uh,
OH!
Uh...well.
Let's change the subject.'
Reverand Smith?
I think 'Fantasized Enchantment',
Would be a good topic.
And an appropriate one to talk about.
Perhaps you have a recent wound,
You would like to share and discuss with us?
Reverand Smith...?
Hello?
Reverand Smith?
'Let us pray.
To be forgiven of 'our' misunderstandings.
With a trust that The Almighty accepts our decisions.'
With an emphasis on our temptations?
'Bowed heads with eyes closed, please!
Thank you.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcome to My Needs
Long have I traveled to deny them!
Things I had obtained...
Just to prove a success I've gained!
Welcome to my needs!
For me to feel a true peace within,
I need to know my efforts have been...
Identified by you!
And we both can now share them.
Complete and in exchange.
Does this seem a bit insane?
Welcome to my needs!
For me to feel my love is known...
I need to know yours can also be shown.
And both of us see the 'we' that has grown.
Beyond the misunderstandings
Like children left alone with troubles not their own!
Welcome to my needs!
Long have I traveled to deny them!
Things I had obtained...
To overwork and stress my brain!
To prove I could possess material gains.
That left me unsatisfied and often untouched.
And driven I was to want more of such!
But...
Stripped away they were from me.
Like useless trinkets adorned on my vanity!
That was the best thing God had done!
Without them in my life...
My life back to me did come!
With a greeting of a need,
To see others becoming pleased!
I hope you do agree...
This is the 'freedom' that freedom ought to be!
Welcome to my needs!
To return this human back...
From being off track!
With a small donated piece,
To increase this humanity!
By releasing deeds like these!
Welcome to my needs,
To feed this want in me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There have been some friendships lost over this. That's the most difficult for me. I find it very uncomfortable to know that I was at one time close friends with someone, and because of jealousies and misunderstandings and so on, these friendships have dissolved.
quote by Donald Johanson
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The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.
quote by Simone de Beauvoir
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Deductive Reasoning
Learn to spell...
Well.
Learn to articulate,
With unmistakable known and correct...
Definition others united together and accept.
Be specific in thought.
Without confusion to dilute,
Into invitations to debate.
Misunderstandings often arise,
When connections aren't firmly tied.
And if you are misunderstood,
Because a clarity has been overshadowed...
By a metaphor or two,
Not intended by you to use...
To diffuse.
Learn more math.
Since the exactness of it teaches,
There are areas of life yet to be lived,
By many not seeking to reach a clarity of vision.
With a concentrated effort needing less to hear...
What is spoken 'thought' to be from a pulpit preached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reckless Ones
The ones that do not listen,
Seem the ones who can hurt the most.
The reckless ones!
Living without a care in the world.
The ones who come with their misunderstandings.
Wanting not to hear.
But wishing to be held!
And fearing misjudgements that do not teach.
The ones that do not listen,
Seem the ones who can hurt the most.
The reckless ones!
Living without a care in the world.
To leave those who loved them...
In a sorrow that is undenied!
Those now who try their best,
To hide their loneliness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Homeward Track
Once a year we lumber southward with the clip from Yarradee;
Spell the bullocks in the township while we run our yearly spree.
What's a bullocky to live for? Days of toil are hard and long;
And you'd not begrudge him yearly one short week of wine and song.
While it lasts he asks no better. When it's over 'Yoke 'em up,'
And we'll make another promise for to shun the brimming cup.
When we've done our little cheque in, and the township's at our back;
Then we start to think of mending - out along the Homeward Track.
For there comes a time of reck'ning when we're trudging by the team;
Back again to work an' worry; kind of waking from a dream;
We begin to see the folly of a week of wicked fun,
Bought with months of weary slaving, punching bullocks on the run.
But our views are somewhat tempered when we've done a twelve months' drouth;
And our thoughts ain't so religious when the team is heading south.
When the pleasure is before us, work and worry at our back,
We forget the grim reformers out along the Homeward Track.
What's the odds? It's got to happen. What we've done we'll do again;
And we know it while we make 'em, resolutions are in vain.
Life's a weary track to travel, mostly full of ruts and stumps:
Them that spends their days in drudging have to take their joy in lumps.
Yoke 'em up an' get a move on! Gayest times must have an end,
There's a weary track to travel when we've nothing left to spend.
If there's still a bob we'll wet it, and a last glad joke we'll crack,
Time enough for vain regretting when we're on the Homeward Track.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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