That Shy Side
I knew if I began to enchant,
Any blemish I had...
Would diminish as a flaw.
And I would be accepted,
As long as I entertained.
Keeping my intentions meant,
From being too scutinized.
Since I dislike explaining,
My lack of exposing humility!
And that shy side I keep undetected.
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Incredible Night I Spent
I thought I was dreaming.
You were there when things began to change.
The air was filled with creative opinionated glee,
Then suddenly...
My name was popping up from out of nowhere.
I couldn't believe what was attributed to me.
The incredible night I spent defending my honor.
I felt every blemish and flaw exposed,
Needed special protection.
As if I was a 'mother hen'...
Battling the winds to comfort my cheeks.
Baby chicks and chin.
I had to throw that in.
Whether conscious or not,
I remain a poet.
And under 'normal' circumstances,
I wouldn't care about this.
But I knew I was being violated and I didn't like it.
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One Who Dares to Be The Maverick
The art of flying low...
Keeps the wings of one,
From becoming emotionally attached.
And scratches received,
Aren't cut deep to bleed.
A healing perceived...
And done,
Continues in a flight undetected.
One can land or choose to soar.
As long as the height of one's flight...
Is accepted as a temporary blindness,
That can be easily excused...
With a taste for nonconformity,
Expected.
And this is overlooked,
By those unaccustomed...
To take anyone serious enough,
To fly as high as they wish...
Without attracting attention,
To the ease of it!
Keeping such missions successfully gained.
And maintained...
With patience,
By the one who dares to be the maverick!
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You Enchant Me
Enchant me,
Even with my eyes closed...
You do.
Weaving a spell.
And I wish not to resist.
Will I get to see you again?
I wish.
With a wanting to approach,
Yet fearing to be rejected.
Enchant me,
Even with my eyes closed...
You do.
So brave am I with my wants.
So weak am I to get my needs met.
Enchant me you do.
And I can't seem to tell you of this.
So brave am I with my wants.
So weak am I to get my needs met.
Although with each step I take,
I promise myself I'll take another.
Enchant me,
Even with my eyes closed...
You do.
Do I wish you didn't?
I don't but if I did...
How would you know you enchant me?
How would you know I am weak to get my needs met?
Although I am brave to know my wants remain to stay.
Enchant me,
Even with my eyes closed...
You do.
And how and why you do this I still don't know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See This Reflected
I used to think of them as funny too.
People who acted foolishly,
To portray themselves as clowns and buffoons.
In fact,
The more they acted like that I never took them seriously.
I wanted to be entertained by them continuously.
I noticed when I got older,
I hated to see people I knew with intelligence...
Disrespected for their attempts to convince they had sense.
And mocked for the doing of it to diminish with contempt.
Wanting them with wishes meant to lower their self esteem,
With a representing others who also had lower expectations...
Dreamed.
And I see this reflected upon the children who have no respect,
For others in this kind of environment...
Wanting to become successful with the doing of their best.
But depicted to be fools for thinking to believe,
They can achieve to heights if they wanted to succeed.
And although difficult they do...
With a disregarding those who object to their goals and priorities.
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Do Not Tell Me You Are Psychic
Why...
Are you exposing your 'butt',
In public?
'Did or did you 'not' say,
You wanted to see another side of me? '
I was referring to your personality.
'And...
What are you saying?
You find this side of me offensive? '
No!
But I do find what you are doing 'indecent'.
'To who?
Or whom?
Only you are looking.
Make up your mind.
Do you like this side of me or not?
How do you expect us,
To get to know one another...
If you are already showing signs of being indecisive.'
I think you have issues.
'Do not tell me you are psychic.
I wouldn't have done that at all,
If I knew that.'
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No One Knows Who With This Sits
How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.
Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.
No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!
How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.
No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!
Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was Meant To Be With You
It started out when adam
First laid his eyes on eve
Something passed between them
That came down through history
Carried by an angel
Whispered on the breeze
It waited till the time was right
Then it found you and me
Chorus
It must be written on a block of stone
Buried by sand in an ancient land
Carved upon the side of the oldest tree
It must be more than just a dream come true
Yes I believe the good lord always knew
I was meant to be with you
Standing here beside you
In my heart I know
This love that we were meant to share
Began so long ago
As sure as rain was made to fall
And mountains made to stand
I was born to be with you
There was nothing left to chance
Chorus
From the beginning to the end of time
I was to be yours, you were to be mine
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Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Baby do you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong I seem bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby sometimes I'm so carefree
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
That I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
and I have my share
And that's me one thing I never wanna do
Baby
Don't you know I'm human
I have thoughts like any other one?
Oh when sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little thing
Some simple thing I've done
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Please don't let me be misunderstood
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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To Diminish The Act Of Reason And Common Sense
Every tactic today is being used,
To diminish the act of reason, truth and competence.
With undeniable mental abuse.
Every thought process to enlighten those unconscious,
Seems to be finding a way to criticized those seeking light.
By a keeping of their ignorant lives thriving and entertained,
On ensuring the ones with a thought process are belittled.
And this should be a goal by all maintained.
With a laughing at those who have chosen to do things correctly.
And...
If education had been a priority as it is today professed,
Why has there been a rush to market...
The temptation of decadence and with such effectiveness.
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Medusa
Finally
I have seen the lights in your eyes
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be wholesome for me
Life is a tormented dream for me
Mesmerize me, enchant me
Mesmerize with your eyes, now
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
I found the lies in your words
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be hard and mean
I still wonder if you are aware of this
Dreams can be hard and mean
Life is a tormented time, now
Medusa medusa
Medusa
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmorize me
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Interpretations
They are not poor.
They are triumphant in re-enacting 'lack'!
They are not ignorant.
They have chosen to stay away from knowledge.
And that seems to be a fact!
They are not lazy.
They choose to receive,
And 'give' that perception.
They are far from subservient,
But welcome it as a form of reception.
They have been freed to do as they please,
And leave interpretations to others
Who pay to be entertained by these sights...
Never keeping conversations dull,
For those who dwell with such druthers.
They know this!
And that is why everyone pays.
Whether we are amused or not...
By these admissions.
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Validating In Paraded Celebration
An inability to take risks.
And finding a comfort in this,
Leads not to a broadening of one's awareness.
But a growth of insecurities.
One believes by others should be received,
As an exception of character.
And eventually perceived as a life lived by them to be.
With a simple dismissing,
Of this as a blemish.
To allow an achievement,
Of accepted stagnation.
As a flaw of one's personality.
One born without the ability to correct.
As if an ignored deformity much like a birth defect.
Leaving those exposed to it...
Happily feeding its existence.
And validating,
In paraded celebration...
Cheerfully enabling an addict with a fix.
And acknowledging this,
That addict awaits for it to daily get.
'We love you just the way you are.
Unchanged.
As if we were all still in high school.
And 'you' keep us feeling that way.'
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In A Seeking Of A 'Selected' Demographic To Please
There are no intentions I make,
To create lines to find rhymes...
With the suiting done to absorbing minds,
To ease with the delivery...
Of what is deemed acceptable poetry.
In a seeking of a 'selected' demographic to please.
God has blessed me with a gift,
To interpret messages with.
Some may be offended,
With expecations to be entertained.
And I do the best I can,
To maintain that in perspective.
And there are times I wish my comments,
Were accepted and not dissected...
To reveal a hidden agenda.
And for those who do that,
I might include something provocative.
But I am just a messenger!
Delivering to others what to me has been given.
There are no intentions I make,
To create lines to find rhymes...
With the suiting done to minds,
To ease with the delivery...
Of what is deemed acceptable poetry.
In a seeking of a 'selected' demographic to please.
That would be too easy!
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Tyranny
All they knew that came to them to love,
Entertained quickly to satisfy their senses.
An investment to protect them from truth,
Had been unwisely spent in decadence.
With a lack of discipline encouraged.
And an insecurity...
No one had witness since the journey to be free,
From a tyranny pioneers promise never to see...
Again.
And those freedoms were restricted,
To an exclusive selfishness.
And the best of ideals began to lose their appeal.
As those of zeal discovered an ease to feed greed...
That would leave concepts of inclusion behind.
What's mine is yours became...just 'mine'!
With laws to ensure...
'Nothing I have will ever be yours.'
And...
A mindset of division began to isolate them in fear.
And that fear has delivered to them,
A tyranny!
Once again to endear.
And a loss of a blueprint once considered great,
Forsaken for the creation of deceit,
Hatred and self destruction...
Had been replaced.
With the unfortunate unconsciousness unaccepting...
That all who walked upon this land loved,
Had participated in sustaining a fading greatness.
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Remaining Meek And Weak
Those with kept mental issues unfaced.
And taught by lessons they follow,
That a keeping to stay in their place...
Is a sign of divine humility that proves them loyal,
Demonstrates their faith as a devoted belief...
That stays to keep them remaining meek and weak.
Are left behind in a darkness to embrace delusions.
And will never perceive themselves as tools used,
To produce other fools who believe there is honor...
In expressing an accepted suppression enforced,
And without divorcing is shared to be worshipped.
Those with kept mental issues unfaced.
And taught by lessons they follow to obey,
That a keeping to stay in their place...
Is a sign of divine humility that proves them loyal,
Demonstrates their faith as a devoted belief...
Can be observed any day of the week,
Feeding upon insecurities and ignorance...
For the rest of their lives and not hiding the effects,
Of their self hatred that is impressed...
Upon a distressed environment that reflects acceptance.
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Fleet Of Foot and On The Run
A social etiquette,
To select others to repress...
Will someday stop the paying of dividends,
To those who have taken steps...
To make sure those kept oppressed,
Will never see them doubting...
Their own credibility,
Which has enabled them to debit on false claims.
And...
With unashamed requests to borrow overwhelming funds,
To protect the cost of keeping their fears,
Undetected and hypocritical...
While 'still' keeping fleet of foot and on the run.
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Read Between My Lines
I'm going to make it easier for you,
To read between my lines.
Since you are convinced...
You are aware of my intentions!
Ready?
------------?
------------
------------! !
And...
------------?
There!
Feel free to interpret my every word.
With specific intentions you believe I meant.
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That's What Woke Me Up
In disbelief?
I was too,
Before I accepted.
There was a time,
I placed truth on trial.
Everything vivid,
Became for me a denial.
My thoughts and observations,
Were clearer than my own footsteps.
But when I began to follow my mind,
To leave doubt and fear behind...
I knew I was fine!
Not that I declared anything wrong.
I was not right with it.
And that took a long time to see.
I didn't understand that immediately.
Until I saw 'me'.
And the pieces on the outside,
Completed a total fit.
I began to see things as they were.
And not what I thought they should be.
I had been against the naturalness of it.
With interpretations I 'heard' should be mine.
I saw that to be imperfect.
And I became disturbed by it.
And doing my best to sit and fix the imperfect in me.
And God does not make mistakes on purpose.
To fake them as something done unconscious.
People do!
To unloosen but not tighten screws.
And that's what 'woke' me up!
I began to tighten up my activities quick,
To overdose on reality.
Now I've got my dosages under control.
In disbelief?
I was too,
Before I accepted.
There was a time,
I placed truth on trial.
Everything vivid,
Became for me a denial.
Until I saw 'me'.
And the pieces on the outside,
Completed a total fit.
I began to see things as they were.
And not what I thought they should be.
Because they could never be how I saw them.
I saw them to be imperfect.
Not comprehending a thing as I followed.
To become involved in an assortment of heartbreaks.
And God does not make mistakes,
To fake them as something done unconscious.
People do!
And I no longer follow those who have eyes,
They allow to remain clouded.
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