Similar, Frequent And Too Familiar
Those professing quickly,
To be innocent but victimized...
By 'vicious' attacking acts by another,
Eventually become the ones...
Others focus their eyes upon,
Once their routines become recognized...
As being similar, frequent and too familiar,
With nothing done they initiated or provoked...
Of course.
And...
Representing a mindset,
Embraced by the activities in one's environment.
But does not become a benefit, an asset or an advantage.
Yet...
Neither is this admitted publicly as being a mental disease,
Although collectively shared by those fixed in states of denial.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sexy
I once had a fool tell me,
There was nothing intentional...
By using my name fraudulently.
And representing me...
As having a taste for sleaze.
This imbecile directly,
Chose me for ruin.
But what this ignoramous did not know,
I admitted my taste...
For a bit of decadence long ago.
And sexual experiences I have had...
Were delightful.
And one homosexual relationship,
Would not have ended...
If death between us did not hit.
The only thing I have not publicly admitted,
Is my intolerance for ignorance.
And those who are of 'closeted' states of mind...
Are the ones truth and denial they can not define.
And today...
My views on life are neither straight nor gay.
They are whatever they are...
And that's for whoever believes I live a life to deceive.
However...
I am flattered at my age,
Anyone would still find me...sexy!
And wanted it declared.
Even if they thought this 'proclamation',
Would bring to me embarrassment.
I only wish they came to me first,
To enable a tremendous public campaign...
I would have endorsed.
Of course.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Voice Of Choice Is Their Own
When a game of catch up,
Believed can be played to be done...
Is initiated by some who think,
This battle against time can be won...
Is a matter of choice?
Their minds are stuck!
Listening to one voice.
And that voice of choice is their own.
And there is nothing in this world,
To convince people like this...
That their resistance in a stubbornness,
Has nothing to do with enemies or terrorists.
The ones witnessed being victimized,
Are they who perceive doing what they please...
Ultimately results to their benefit.
And there is a mindset of folks who think life is a joke!
With a listening done to one voice!
Not yours or mine,
By choice.
Just one voice and that is their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Given A Chance To Happen
It would have made a difference,
If those experienced and willing...
To volunteer their time,
To secure the cementing of foundations...
Were regarded as friends.
And not threats to suspect of wanting,
To flaunt special attention given.
It would have made a difference,
If those who had nothing...
Accepted someone with something to give,
As a benefit to the environment.
With an advantage for all.
Instead of someone to ignore...
Defaming with a smearing campaign,
In a hope to see them fall.
It would have made a difference,
To the ones who now...
Have surrounded themselves,
In surmounting conflicts...
Creating their mental and physical ailments.
It would have made a difference,
If mindsets were connected...
To a discipline respected.
It would have made a difference,
But that difference...
Was never given a chance to happen.
It would have made a difference,
If opportunities presented...
Were recognized.
It would have made the difference!
But it didn't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Depths Of Deception
Those folks...
Still using the same tired tactics,
To portray themselves as victims...
As a result of deeds they've planted,
Discreetly.
To publicly appear innocent.
Can no longer hide...
Their mental illnesses in disguise.
Since a truth deceived...
Eventually emerges,
From the depths of deception!
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More Than A Forgiveness Wished
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
Especially if such activities,
Have been publicly applied.
And over the years has denied those,
The opportunity to provide a decent income...
For themselves or anyone else.
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
And then one day it is discovered,
Those who had been subjected to misery...
Are more influential than one thought them to be.
And the discovery of this,
Leaves one with more than a forgiveness...
Wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Decided To Laugh Away My Tears
All this time you had your eyes fixed on me.
All this time you accepted their misguided evaluations.
All this time not a word from me did you hear.
You were just happy to participate in my devaluation.
And now there is no time do I give,
Pretending your unsolicited disrespect...
I can simply forget,
Because of your tunneled vision focus...
Has broadened to view,
Those who tell it like it is...
Are not the ones who enjoy to see you victimized.
Not the way you chose to prove,
To others you can do that to!
You delighted in doing that to yourself.
Without my assistance required as help.
I was the one you were convince to dismiss,
As the fool.
I am sure I do not need to review your attitude taken,
About that too?
I am about facts.
Not vicious vindictiveness displayed in blinded attacks.
I recall you were the one with others...
Who decided to laugh away my tears.
Now that none from my eyes appear...
You want to get closer to see if my smile is genuine.
Trust me,
That's not the only thing about me that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Broken Heart Is Seldom Forgotten
A product of my past,
And those influencing the environment...
Will be remembered as benefits,
Of my comprehension.
And the depths of my sentiments.
Erasing experiences,
Is not as easy as a forgiveness done...
For one's mistakes.
A broken heart is seldom forgotten.
Or the healing of it that it takes.
Those happy times embraced,
Will always be cherished and loved.
Those who initiated and inflicted pain...
Will always be remarkably prioritized in my memory.
There is something about those who teach great lessons...
Their faces will be forever etched for their deeds and activities.
Some are embittered with animosities.
Not me!
I always ask of God to deliver to people what they deserve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into a Restricted Ditch
I have not one concern,
About you misunderstanding me.
Or a perceive motivation...
You wish from your own mindset to believe.
And 'twist' until it is received to please you,
With benefit.
When you are done with your focus on me,
With any collected attempts to direct animosity!
Know this...
My intentions are to assist in opening your mind.
Not to wish it to stay unclosed!
Unused or under exposed.
And you and influenced others...
Have marched yourselves,
Into a restricted ditch!
Know this,
And I am certain one day you will.
I have not one concern,
About you misunderstanding me.
Or a perceive motivation...
You wish from your own mindset to believe.
And 'twist' until it is received to please you,
With benefit.
There are few options,
Where you are headed!
How do I know?
It was painful to crawl away,
From addicting delusions easily teased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Mindset In a Process
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
I wish to explore and participate,
In this creation.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
No deed I do done is for selfishness.
I have no wishes like this to persist.
I've been given gifts I am comfortable with.
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
And hopefully pieces you bring connect.
For a one mindset...
In a process of thought together,
God possesses.
And 'this' is what has been discovered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Take It Personally
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do.
And you are not blind,
To what they pursue!
With an awakened consciousness,
Here is what truth will prove...
Know they represent your environment.
And If I were you,
I'd assess the others living in it...
To see if there are signs,
Of a collective mindset...
That embraces a thought process,
That anyone possesses.
And this has not yet...
Been considered a crime.
And be cautious to what it is you exchange,
With anyone who seems 'sane' of mind!
Some folks have lips like leaking faucets.
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do,
With an awakened consciousness.
However...
This is suggested!
Do not become suspected,
Of over using your point of view.
To then become publicly detected,
Of making attempts to walk tall...
With bright and unclouded eyes.
That are able to see through masquerade.
Or charades that are disguised.
Or those 'promised' opened doors,
Will suddenly slam close.
To then have you 'tarred and feathered'.
Or even perhaps fire hosed!
Or both.
Vicious are those who become exposed.
You have then to 'them' become the enemy.
One that has discovered a secret perceived,
No one sees.
A discovery of witnessing them...
And theirs and most of their kin,
As deceiving thieving busy bees.
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
Those who believe themselves superior,
Have labelled you a fool!
Just be cool about it.
And observe and notice what real fools do.
Someday this may be of benefit to you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rather Not Be Bothered
There is nothing about redundancy,
I'd like to review.
It seems so...repetitive,
And recycled.
Like a bad habit used to amuse...
And excused as accepted.
This gets as old as hearing 5th graders,
Threatening to run away from home!
I tried that myself.
Until I got tired of saying the same thing over again.
And arriving back just around supper time.
I was getting the hint!
With or without my presence...
Time was going to be taken to eat!
And my absence was getting a bit too familiar!
So I adapted to other tactics.
None proved to be tear worthy.
Only my own seemed to flow!
I was awakened quite early in life!
Redundancy provides a similar comfort!
Until something drastic...
Like growing up happens.
Or the realization that the same routines,
Seldon provide new observers.
And those familiar with these acts...
Have lost a desire to express empathy!
Or a wish to make eye contact.
It's a clue they would rather not be bothered.
Thanks to God I found better usages for my time.
Or I'd be totally dependent on making excuses,
For myself and my actions.
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No benefit
No benefit
No benefit.
You are cooking
You are eating
You are sitting
You are meeting.
No benefit
No benefit.
No body is there
To share
You have not
Shared anybody.
No benefit
No benefit.
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Whomever' The WHO May Be
Who me?
I never thought I was the cheese.
Whether cheddared or sharp.
OR flavored filled crisp dipped chips...
Thick or thin and delicious.
I don't know 'who' to thank...
But I've never been into it.
Getting an attention done,
For something I love...
Makes to me no sense.
Even if it is,
Something I have experienced.
Nor have I ever thought of myself as a brick,
Firmly placed...
To be consider as a piece of a cornerstone that fits.
Who me?
I'm not seeking to be perfect.
I've always been 'me'.
I love to tease and play practical jokes.
When people realize there are serious parts of my life lived...
For some reason they become provoked.
And any attention on me that comes with a focus...
I am more surprised than those I know.
I'm the one with eyes wide open...
Thinking I've become victimized by someone playing a joke.
Who me?
I never thought I was the cheese.
Whether cheddared or sharp.
OR flavored filled crisp dipped chips...
Thick or thin and delicious.
I don't know 'who' to thank...
But,
I've never been into what I do with ego to display.
And perhaps that's my best asset.
A quality in me others see.
Only 'who' knows!
'Whomever' the WHO may be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoyed By A Self Inflicting Victim
If someone has done something,
With consistency...
For close to half a century,
And this has 'not' been of benefit.
In fact this has been detrimental,
To the aiding of someone's mental illness.
By those showing a condoning of it,
Empathetically expressed.
And a denial keeps this unaddressed...
By those who professed to be close to that one.
And someone eventually comes not to tolerate,
Another bit of this nonsense that irritates.
Those gathered to come to that person's defense...
Have satisfied a permanent stunting of growth.
With the stroking done,
Enjoyed by a self inflicting victim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Balancing On The Edge Of Jeopardy
Children are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.
Like unnecessary attachments,
Sometimes they can be.
So innocent and sweet when born...
To grow into untamed weeds,
We pray to bloom into prized accessories.
Yes!
Compared to those 'things',
We pride ourselves to keep.
We hope our lessons teach them well.
But no one really knows,
In what direction our children will eventually...
Choose to go.
Children,
As we believe we know them...
Are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.
And 'if' the environment isn't condusive,
To the mental health of our 'kids'...
Any future we perceive that is deserving that comes,
Can either be brightened with enlightenment...
Or hang nervously balancing on the edge of jeopardy.
And,
Our expectations void of consistent encouragement...
May be a bit too high for them to fly without obedience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enforced With A Focus Fixed
Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience removing myself from limits.
And with the doing of this helped me to realize,
I depended on the feeding of my weaknesses.
And when I faced this doing to prove I could do...
With a self examination to improve,
I became enforced with a focus fixed upon it.
I had to divorce from my emotions then too sensitive.
And with a taking I did...
I took the oars to row my floating boat back to shore,
To never again ignore those obstacles.
Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience...
Distance!
And I became enforced with a focus fixed.
Divorced from my emotions then too sensitive,
I became enforced with a focus fixed.
With a focus fixed.
And with a focus fixed...
I divorced from my emotions,
Then too sensitive.
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None Of It Is Camouflaged
No one as of yet,
Declared a war against ignorance.
And that is where the real terror lies.
It is blatant all over the place.
And none of it is camouflaged.
Nor is it hiding or in disguise.
'How dangerous is it? '
If by now you have not recognized it...
You have already been victimized.
Consider yourself in total acceptance.
One who is led to quickly believe.
Easily deceived.
And offended by thought, common sense...
Or time spent comprehending the meaning of things.
'What are you trying to say,
I'm stupid? '
No.
Just blind.
And it is difficult to determine,
If that is your choice.
That's why I 'suggest'...
We protest our rights,
To fight the wrong wars.
And subject ourselves not to see,
What is not to our convenience or quick to access...
If not to our benefit or interest.
'Are you referring to those sweat shops? '
NO!
But I am amazed you brought that up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
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Dragged Into The Open
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
Living in denial is not a gift to cherish,
By anyone seeking others to disparage.
Opening one's eyes to be freed of dishonesty,
Reveals the truth within.
Realizing a critique quickly given...
Is not neccessarily meant as negativity.
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
And if so much which is soiled is publicly exposed,
Denying its existence only tarnishes more...
The credibility of those,
Believing they can hide to smother anything...
Under impressive dress.
In the wearing of brand new clothes recently purchased.
And yet,
Missing a message when delivered and told.
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