Startling Is The Sharpness Of Its Shocking Knock
Sugar-coating realities,
Has left mentalities...
Desperately searching,
For alternatives to provide...
A familiar taste upon which to feed.
And the high cost in maintaining delusions,
Is getting closer everyday to losing an effectiveness.
A delivery of unwrapped packaged facts comes,
On those doorsteps unfamiliar with truth.
And startling is the sharpness of its shocking knock.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Antidotes
Am I going to change my beliefs,
Because they don't provide for you...
A haven of quick relief?
What do you think?
I am a writer!
That is the only thing I can proclaim.
I don't provide antidotes...
Or substitutions for your pain!
You might find your sedative...
In that line marked DELUSIONS!
That is where your companions stand,
Seeking alternatives...
With their prepared conclusions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learning to Live My Life
Does that apparatus,
Provide you with a sense of status?
Does the way someone dress,
Immediately impresses you...
To provide that 'image'
You may choose or refuse to select?
With a hope for a beginning,
Of a thirst that does not finish...
From its first taste.
Wishing it not to ever be quenched!
To discover this for you becomes a preferred routine...
Only to get bored with the same familiar scene?
Me too!
However...
I did awaken one day refusing to do,
The expected.
And rejecting to become accepted,
On someone else's terms!
Learning to live my life,
Free to be me.
And finding it cost effective...
With no approval to be earned!
Or emotions left to pamper,
When they've been scorched...
And wounded from a burn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maintaining Of A Maintenance To Do
A tilting of a cart allowed,
By those too busy...
Hobnobbing and riding inside of it,
Until this means of reliable transportation...
Becomes unfit for those familiar,
And it one day quits.
This can also be applied to relationships,
Too many have come to take for granted.
With the valuing more of 'appearances'.
When anyone or anything has been left neglected,
And a maintaining of a maintenance to do...
Has gone to become disrespected,
Expect the familiar to one day NOT provide...
That giving and showing of accustomed support.
Ignored warning signs will suddenly come to abort,
That which has come to be 'assumed'.
Leaving those who should have been conscious of this,
Wondering what they did or could have done much too late.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Deliver Great Impressions
Feed their dreams.
Not their anxieties.
Avoid the realities...
Of their living days.
Don't exclude their delusions.
Use them to excite.
Use them to ignite their hopes.
With intoxicated appetites.
Feed them a vision...
Of what a greatness means.
Feed them and sustain their attention.
Then do nothing you mentioned
With an intention that is 'seen'.
You deliver great impressions!
But none of that expresses...
What your suggestions are,
For cleaning up your mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sugar
I'm yours
And you are here
Don't you
Really want to feel
That my love is turning on
And it feels so real
So tell me what's the deal yeah
I'm coming back
For more and more
You do it to me
'Till I can't take no more
And I know
That all of that real
Good lovin' is oh so real
And I want all your time
When I'm down here
Sugar dance for me
Sugar taste so sweet
Climb on and take the wheel
There's nothing here for you to fear
And my love won't lead you wrong
Let me make this clear
Sweeter and sweeter
I'll always make you feel
I'm coming home
I'm oh so low
I need you baby
Come on let's go
'Cause only you are my lover
And you're so sincere and fine
So divine
And you're all mine
Sugar caramel
Sugar and it taste so sweet
Sugar my fantasy
Sugar you were made for me
Hey sugar my fantasy
Sugar and it taste so sweet
Sugar my fantasy
Oh my sugar baby lovin' is so sweet to me
And it taste so sweet
Sugar you're my fantasy
Sugar on and on
Sugar
Say I want your baby
Want you lovin'
Say I want your baby
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Are You Gonna Go My Way
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Desparately
Every night its the same
I hear you callin my name
Youre lyin next to me
I give into your charms
You disappear in my arms
I realize its just a dream, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Shake the sleep from my head
And try to crawl out of bed
Today is just another day
I make the coffee for one
I turn the radio on
Pretend that everythings ok, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Know theres no reason to smile
Its gonna take me awhile
Cause I still love you desperately
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Watch the sun goin down
There aint nobody around
I feel a night in the breeze
I keep on tellin myself
I dont need nobody else
And I can do as I please, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now
Every night its the same
I hear you callin my name
I still love you desperately
I still love you
I still want you
I still love you desperately
song performed by by George Strait
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Black will take no other hue
Bitter gourd is bitter in taste
Coating of sugar is of no use
Bitter gourd is always bitter.
Put some alum
In to the dirty water
And see what is here.
It is different
How far it is useful
It is not different
How far we are
To play the fool.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Lost
Searching in the crowd
For a resemblance
To no avail
No familiar faces
I once loved
A forbidden love
Oceans separated you from me
Virtually all familiar faces gone
I roam the dessert of life
Feeling all alone
Like a blind man searching
For a familiar face
The sound of your voice
The ringing of laughter shared
Of familiar faces
Barren, empty bossom
Swallowed by the dessert of life
All familiar faces
Passed with time...
06.07.2012
poem by Persian Khushi
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Sugar Free
(chuckii booker/tami booker)
Here I am
Im confident and Ive gone on with my life
Ever since that day you said goodbye
But its evident to me that youre hurting inside
You sound alone
And more bitter as each minute goes by
And you never were that way when I was in your life
Have the sweeter things all been left behind
Oh baby without my love
Youll always be sugar free
And youll miss me
Oh baby, Im the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
My baby, yeah
I cant believe that you thought a substitute would set you free
But instead it locked you down without a key
And youre thinking about how it used to be
There is a lesson to be learned
You hurt me baby
Now the tables have turned
Oh baby without my love
Youll always be sugar free
Baby, baby sugar free
Oh baby, Im the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
You miss me
Oh baby without my love
Youll always be sugar free
Sugar free, baby
Oh baby, Im the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
Ever receive
I know you miss my loving
Its as plain as I can see
You cant deny it baby
Without my love youre sugar free
I know you miss my loving
Its as plain as I can see
You cant deny it baby
Without my love youre sugar free
Oh baby without my love
Youll always be sugar free
Sugar free, sugar free
Oh baby, Im the sweetest taste
That you could ever receive
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Quite Shocked And Appalled
Quite shocked and appalled are they.
The ones accused to be the reason,
Why a way of life is 'rumored' to be tied...
Directly to them.
And the cause of a downslide and bankruptcy.
They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
They feel offended when it is broadcast on TV...
How their children who lack discipline,
Respect, hygiene and social etiquette...
Is directly connected to a reflected negligence.
And those fingers are pointed to them.
Because of their feelings of being entitled...
And the laws that are 'designed' to protect their whims.
They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
And the money that is spent,
To keep their symbolic points of view...
Gleaming in their minds,
And where these images are found...
Has broken their backs,
To bring their knees to touch the ground.
And...
They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
And they protest and picket their leadership,
To change what they've done quick...
Or,
They will find themselves replaced.
They demand at any cost,
To have their delusions better represented.
And 'this' they will accept.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
Quite shocked and appalled are they.
The ones accused to be the reason,
Why a way of life is 'rumored' to be tied...
Directly to them.
And the cause of a downslide...
And bankruptcy.
Attached to their credit.
And upaid loans.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting For Them to Come to Life
I agree with you.
However...
What is recognized that 'should' happen,
At this hour...
Had been just as recognizable,
In those hours past.
And that 'urgency' has been smothered,
By a coating of denial.
Sautéed in BS.
And trimmed with a taste to bait delusions.
For the purposes to maintain our appetites,
Kept in sweetened ignorance.
It is recommended we establish patience,
For those hypnotized by incompetency.
And on all levels,
Allow a degrading that has taken place...
To consume any decency that is left.
Now we live in the midst of dwindling stages,
Of pretensions meant!
And waiting for them to come to life.
With the utmost expected tolerance.
Because we are who we say we are.
And not what it is that is reflected.
Since those images we refuse to accept.
And we bet against their existence.
Inspired by:
J.B Poet
Atlanta
'Thank you J.B Poet.
Keep your 'spirit' honest.
And your 'vision' fresh with expectation.'
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mental Gymnastics
There is nothing like maintaining one's consciousness.
One that others may argue with from their point of view.
But a consciousness obtained,
By a life lived through one's own experiences.
And not borrowed from delusions inflicted by another's will.
Or disturbed by conflicts others dish to unnerve courage.
There is nothing like maintaining one's consciousness.
Even though from time to time,
A re-evaluation has to be done...
Just to ensure what is being endured is not a wish,
But a true existence.
And one that is freed from the playing of mental gymnastics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Telling false or truth
Telling false or truth
No use if not sugar coated
Rising and flying no use
If not sugarcoated.
Water is not sea
Sea is water
False or truth
Not necessary to explain
Without sugar coating.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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For The Sake of Having That Kind of Dedication
When those symptoms of love,
Begin to show signs...
They are design to kill?
Focus your emotions on an exit.
Do not sit and wish for alternatives to arrive.
They wont.
And usually don't.
When love becomes a twisted mix,
Of misunderstandings and heated arguments.
Focus your emotions on an exit.
Do not sit and wish for alternatives to arrive.
They wont.
And usually don't.
Unless you are one of those lucky ones.
Who decide to remain medicated.
To numb every feeling you have.
For the sake of having that kind of dedication,
Interpreted as an appreciation for maintaining tolerance.
And that is annually celebrated.
Complete with a pill popping done and chased by vodka.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace is not the absence of conflict but the presence of creative alternatives for responding to conflict - alternatives to passive or aggressive responses, alternatives to violence.
quote by Dorothy Thompson
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Opposing Points of View
We are conditioned to fantasize truths,
And animate hatred as a form of entertainment!
Then we find ways to medicate ourselves...
To flee from realities haunting with nightmares.
Blaming others for not accepting a way of life,
That disturbs those who gather seeking peace.
Creating conflicts to implement this disease...
That creeps from a birth that leads to division,
Without remorse or self reflection!
With fears that 'enemies' threaten this mental illiness!
And peace is marketed to maim and weaken...
Using high tech weapons to kill and eliminate,
Opposing points of view that challenge with alternatives
That seek to please needs...
Without the bleeding of blood tasted,
Fed and addicting to those who are teased...
To cross these borders illegally to feed,
And digest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love The Taste Of Sugar (One For The Seniors)
I Love The Taste Of Sugar (One For The Seniors)
I love the taste of sugar
It's really really sweet
And I've found a sugar bowl
That's really pretty neat
Edwin Tanguma 10/8/2011
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Stunned
Realities and their concepts,
Have been so distorted.
Even revealing their falsities...
Many can not just abort them.
Trauma and tragedies of epic proportions...
Descend upon mentalities,
Making attempts to absorb the enormity.
An immensity crowds their densities.
And the presence of God,
Does not enter into their consciousness.
Those unbelieving can not accept...
This Earth is not their creation.
And The Almighty is a rumor at best.
Although every conceivable 'natural' test...
Has been applied by Mother Nature,
To put their insignificance at rest!
And yet this evolution upon them takes hold.
A change so drastic has indeed begun.
Before their eyes this takes hold.
Leaving them with no place to hide.
And certainly from themselves...
They will try,
But can not run.
Stunned are those of hollowed faith!
Stunned is a quality of life that comes...
To become for them replaced.
Stunned are the ones,
Accustomed to use rascism as their taste!
And left undone is a reality...
To crumble until it humbles.
Until everyone respects with grace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pricelessness of It
I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
But you didn't see it.
Your ego sought attention,
To be pleased by those...
Who chose you for their affairs.
So much of what you wanted,
Was there for me to give.
But you were looking for imitations.
Something not to build or create.
Something already there...
With a temporary pleasing,
To feed with impression.
And pretentions to spare.
I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
For just you and me,
To succeed anywhere.
But you had no respect for that.
What I brought to give you could not see.
And now that I've exposed what you could not believe,
You assess what you've obtained...
As a value diminished.
In times you seek something treasured to keep.
But that which is purchased for eyes to impress,
Often rusts to turn to dust...
After much rubbing and touching.
To amplify one's unhappiness,
With a yearning in endless searching.
To change ever so much.
I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
But the pricelessness of it,
Could not sit or fit...
Within your limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digested to Manifest
Suddenly their sadness,
Seems to be a benefit to psychologists.
En masse they want back,
What does not belong to them.
Like whims delusions provide.
Even tags sewn in the clothes they wear,
Have been produced in sweat shops.
To enhance cost effective greed.
From a bottom discreetly,
Pulled away from their feet.
And they want it all back!
That which is believed belongs to them.
But even those effectively suppressed...
By a lack of thoughtlessness once attractive,
Can not console them!
All that they 'perceived' was theirs...
Was in name only.
And 'that' long ago had been sold,
To grant them a quality of life...
Unconsciously outsourced.
With a blatant boldness.
When they divorced integrity...
To feed a need to be emblazoned with bling!
And impress others with 'things' that rust.
A prized possession was lost.
And that spirit of pride,
Is forever gone!
Never again to be retrieved.
With votes or quoted anthems.
'We'...
Are what has been digested to manifest.
And dignified into an isolation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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