That's How Disconnected 'Some' People Are
The best way to keep a happiness achieved,
Is to remember...
How it was obtained.
Since many who envy it,
Believe what one has...
Can be purchased at a flea market.
Or received by way of a fling at a bar!
And they are upset,
A bargain was uncovered...
Before they got the opportunity to flaunt it themselves.
That's how disconnected from reality,
'Some' people are!
The others automatically assume it's fresh dicreeted sex.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now I Have My Eyes On Dinner
When I say I am seeking something substantial in my life?
Why does that make you laugh to see me at a flea market?
I am seeking something that doesn't need to be high maintenanced...
Looking for wrinkles to moisturized.
To get nipped and tucked when bags begin to sag.
'And...
You are going to find that at a flea market? '
OH yes.
Some people don't know quality to throw it away.
Just like that.
Maybe recently divorced?
Or separated?
'You are talking about being at flea market,
Right! '
Ab-so-yes indeed-lutely!
And today must be my lucky day.
Because I am looking at a bargain.
A steal that's too genuine to leave.
And...
What do you think I've discovered?
'A day you found something priceless? '
Is there such a thing...
Of hoping to spend every moment,
With something so priceless...
To wish it is available?
'What can I say?
Your discovery is as good as mine? '
Are you sure you don't want to look around?
'What makes you think I haven't been doing just that?
I was hoping to see those candleholders you purchased,
Last week...
Again.'
So you had your eyes on 'them' too?
'Very much so.
Now I have my eyes on dinner! '
With breakfast?
'And lunch? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Health That IS Enjoyed
There is nothing like knowing,
A peace of mind that one has achieved...
Came to be,
In increments.
Until every last bit of it,
Was deservingly welcomed.
And with joy received.
And as time passes on,
With those believed deceiving to please...
The one who reflects about the past,
Has no regrets.
Or wonders what has happened,
To those who did their best...
To upset one's current happiness.
As one who has received this peace of mind,
Has a life abundant...
With good health that IS enjoyed.
And validated success!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Those Memories
Memories I keep,
Are detailed and available.
Today I enjoy keeping them fresh.
And as time moves on...
I've noticed how attractive,
My life gets.
And it was just a few short years ago,
I remembered trying to do my best...
To forget anything that would upset,
My happiness.
But without those memories,
My happiness could not be achieved.
Nor would I have completely appreciated,
Those obstacles that came into my life to test.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disconnected
Beat it boy I found another
He knows me just like my mother
My tempremental sides
The reasons I dispised
Loving you
So hows it feel to be hung out there
To be the one who doesnt know where
Everything went wrong
And why I wrote this song
Just for you
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
Dont look at me like youre confused
And you cant believe I left you
Like youre some amazing prize
That depends whos eyes youre seeing through
cos when I see you Im reminded
Of all the wrongs you never righted
Underneath your cool
Hope youre drowning in a pool
Youve fallen in
cos you cant swim
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
Take back your rollercoaster of a life
I found a better way to waste my time
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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Hmph...People
Leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
I'm not talking to you.
'I see.
Then...
Who ARE you talking to? '
No one in particular.
It has been a while since I've said it.
And it is refreshing to know,
You weren't offended at all.
I remember the days,
My saying that would upset you.
'Why should I feel offended?
Or upset.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me,
Where I am going? '
What?
Where are you going?
'That's none of your business.
And I'm hoping that doesn't offend.
Now you can practice not getting upset.'
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
And I'm not a child.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
And what are you laughing about?
'I was only teasing.
I'm not going anywhere.'
Oh yes you are!
You're going to leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
People!
They will do anything to get on your nerves.
Upset?
As if I was that easily provoked!
Hmph...people!
'I heard that.'
Who cares!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Assume They Lie
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
Even those first introduced.
Assume they lie.
Relieve yourself,
From listening to future excuses.
Until someone has won your trust.
With a thorough scrutiny,
Only time affords one they can safely give up.
Don't try to analyze someone first met.
Assume they lie.
Assume they disrespect.
Assume they gossip like all the rest.
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
When meeting someone fresh upon the scene,
Assume they lie...
Until your honesty and dignity given,
Has not corrupted your willingness to trust.
Don't sit in denial with tears to cry.
Until that time has come,
And you are convinced...
You have met someone different,
Than those who have rushed away...
After crushing your trust.
Assume they lie.
Don't even try to wonder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Goal and Mission
When happiness is achieved,
Is it more perceived than is received?
Does it have to be something that comes from outside?
Does it have to be delivered?
Or generated from inside?
I often wonder why some aren't satisfied,
By pursuits attempted or challenges tried!
It can't be all about things that brings a smile!
Or a certain lifestyle lived without denial.
There has to be a comfort in accepting 'who' one is!
Something that allows someone to feel 'lifted' and positive!
When happiness is achieved...
It can be seen in someone's face!
That's my goal and mission in my life...
As I eliminate all bullshit that's erased!
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Upset?
Upset?
You know you still can use the option,
Of blaming someone else.
Trying to be accountable now...
Will only confuse the issue,
With additional complexities.
Do like the others do.
Refuse to acknowledge any involvement.
In 'anything'.
You must have recently been strickened,
With a tremendous dose of awareness?
I understand.
Trust me.
But pounding your fists against the wall,
Is not going to change the presence of reality.
And cursing someone is only a temporary relief.
Use the option!
This new leader we have,
Definitely has something up his sleeve.
He's out to destroy the big boys.
You?
He considers a troublesome flea.
Blame it on a missed train...
Or something.
There is no need for 'you' to be upset.
Regret you let yourself become upset and snap out of it.
What do you want me to do?
Hold your hand?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accredited Arrogance
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
More people seek happiness not grief.
More are seeking purpose than symbols of success.
More are finding reality is cheaper to keep,
Than the skyrocketing expense of maintaining delusion.
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
And no one has of yet confessed,
As to what they have kept possessed...
From 'owning' anything that has been repossessed,
To be sold at auctions to the highest bidder.
After one has slaved away throughout one's life,
To keep a pride dignified at a price today...
One can no longer socially flaunt,
With an accredited arrogance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mine When Fresh
You took it!
I don't want it any more.
You can't bring it back...
To attach as if not disconnected.
It's been infected,
By rejection and remorse allowed.
It was mine when fresh,
When selected and inspected.
I broke it in!
Remember when that happened?
Remember when it popped?
And I craved and could not stop!
You took it!
I don't want it any more.
You can't bring it back...
To attach as if not disconnected.
It's been infected,
By rejection and remorse allowed.
It was mine when fresh,
When selected and inspected.
I broke it in!
Remember when that happened?
Remember when it popped?
And I craved and could not stop!
I can not believe,
You shared my cherry!
Leaving me in the 'pits'...
Where I choose to sit,
Reminiscing how I made you groan.
I do not wish to hear your version,
Of an excursion meant just to tease...
Pleasing another on 'loan'
Because you say you missed my moans!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Where I Came
I've lived in places,
People wouldn't dare visit...
To nod to fall to sleep.
That's why to a degree,
I could care less...
Who believes they can assess me.
Or my abilities.
And how I received them.
I know from where I came.
And how I have managed to get,
What I have obtained.
To remember it for the rest of my life.
And in the process...
People can assess me for as long as they like.
To come to go to leave me knowing who I am.
That's a given not to be taken away.
I don't do fake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are The Ones That Others Envy
I have issues with people who leave people...
Begging on the streets with nothing to eat.
Or treat others like they're not even human equals.
And then look disgusted like they are diseased
No human being can teach a cat hygiene.
Nor can you teach a grown up to be clean.
Nobody should be teaching who to respect.
That should be a given and not a pick to peck.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
Who made them runner up for fresh sainthoods?
Who showed them evilness was anything good?
Who gave them rights to think they beam like light?
And who told them they approve the Sun that rises high!
Yes I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take That Jive To Moontaine
What makes you 'think',
I am going to continue...
To put up with your intolerable behavior'
'I said I was....'
Who or WHAT do you think I am?
A pile of cheap sheets,
You attempt to sell overpriced at a flea market?
To have people believe they are getting a bargain?
Huh?
'You wont give me a chance to apolo...'
GIZE?
Don't you dare say 'gize' to me.
Who do you think I am?
Moontaine?
'Moontaine?
WHO 'is' Moontaine? '
EXACTLY.
I'm not the one here suffering,
From a convenient loss of memory.
And I'm not going to put up with yours any longer!
'But...
Who is Moontaine?
I have never heard of Moontaine! '
That's between you and your guilt ridden conscious.
I'm not putting up with it any longer.
That's it.
'Moontaine means nothing to me! '
Sure.
Sure.
But know this...
You can forget sleeping on high thread counts,
Ever again!
'What? '
You heard me.
And don't try to 'gize' me either.
Take that jive to Moontaine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diced, Minced and Splintered
Diced, minced and splintered!
Lives sliced and divided into morsels.
Some endure a splicing...
To increase an appetitizing for survival.
On bitter crumbs sweetened.
And teased to reach for more...
Are those reminded,
They must escape those visions...
Of being amongst the poor!
'Nickeled-and-dimed'
And entwined with needs...
To embellish relished fantasies!
Images received,
From their recently purchased...
And/or leased widescreen TVs.
Feeding how they would greatly advantage,
By having more 'things' in their diminished lives.
To delude a lack of insight,
With an acquired taste for accelerated rampage!
Devoured in greed...
Throughout the day.
And craved in sleepless nights...
With minds engraved.
Mingling with those mentally damaged.
Duped and taxed in seduced acceptance.
Raving about struggles and bargain sales obtained.
So engrossed are they in portrayals of servitude!
They can not perceive themselves betrayed,
In a morality mugged...
And subconsiously maimed,
To stay that way.
An Insanity preferred,
Has been fed and served!
Diced, minced and splintered.
In an upgraded auction.
On carpeted slave blocks...
A 'steal' all must have.
In a form of modern degraded trade!
Assembled to produce a happiness.
With an infectious sickness,
That brings a grieving that leaves them...
Addicted and quite sad!
But these are lives lived.
They believe others wished they had!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Flea
A flea that bit you had bitten me too.
The two bloods mingled for single blood.
The flea’s body is our marriage lobby.
Neither shame nor sin would accrue since than.
Nor would you have grown any weaker too.
By yielding to me and getting my blood
You would shed no grace nor honour either.
You will make me than the flea happier.
Your yielding to me will not do more harm
Than what the flea has done to you, dear.
[the verse of John Donne, The Flea, rewritten]
20.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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As If I Didn't Know
I had a 'crusader' of a certain faith,
Say to me one day.
I needed to pray to find my savior.
And I did not give a quick response.
Since with some people,
They will go on and on with that which they 'believe'.
Because some people like these,
Will not accept.
If it was not for a faith known and kept,
Those obstacles shown and met to eliminate.
Would not have strengthened my steps to walk away,
Giving the utmost respect to leave.
To those who assume,
My happiness was received without first crawling.
On hands and bleeding knees!
As if I did not know,
From where my blessings flow.
And not a judgement from observations do I pass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burdened to Maintain the Presence
Degrees obtained to succeed,
In the feeding of a progressive society.
Has not proven effective.
Not if intentions,
Were to uplift consciousness.
Many 'scholars' find themselves,
Burdened to maintain the presence...
Of a material success.
And discovering,
They have acquired less happiness.
With wishes to have a peace of mind,
If it can be found...
Among the trappings that have enslaved.
Or easily purchased!
If they had the time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I DON'T ENVY WOMEN 2...by talile ali
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY HAVE TO GO THRU
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD REALITY BE SO CRUEL
I GOT A FRIEND
CUTE AS HELL
I'LL LOVE HER TILL THE BITTER END
BEEN RAPED SO MUCH
LOOKED TO GOOD TO TOUCH
MESSED UP PRICE FOR A PRETTY FACE, MY FRIEND
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE SHIT THEY HAVE TO GO THRU HURTS SO MUCH
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD REALITY BE SO CRUEL AND TRUE
I HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND
ALL OVER THE PLACE
AS IF SHE LOST HER MIND
WITH HEAVY FLOWS
AND HORMONE WOES
IT'S A MIRACLE SHE'S NOT DYIN
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY GO THRU BECAUSE WE JUST DON'T
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE BRAINLESS CRUELTY JUST SIMPLY WON'T
THESE GIRLS I KNOW
THEY ALL OWN MY HEART
TO KNOW SUCH GREAT DESPAIR IS BEYOND JUST FAIR
NEVER KNOWING
A MOMENTS PEACE
AND UNTROUBLED LOVE THAT THEY CAN NEVER SHARE
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY ALL HAVE TO GO THRU
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD THEIR LIFE BE SO CRUEL
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We All Have Our Separate Cravings
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
When one is outspoken with it
Most people are still in hiding,
Protected by the comforts of denial.
And this has to be respected for what it is.
Some are born to follow.
Preferring to remain,
Collectors of a shallowness.
With a sharing of it that can be borrowed.
It is easy to have peace of mind,
For one who finally finds...
And discovers a wish for it,
To be with them all the time.
Others are accustomed to be led.
This gives them a reason,
To complain and have an axe to grind.
And 'if' this should satisfy...
Let them have their favorite torments wished.
We all have our separate cravings.
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
And that's okay...
To come unassuming,
And to leave that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Market White Baby Dealer
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
My black market white baby dealer
Is rooting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Kidnaps clean, fresh white babies for me
Clean, fresh white babies for me
My smile is dime a dozen
My lips are cherry red
My eyes are blue like the sky is blue
I got good shoulders under my head
I look like your mother
I look like your great-aunt
So sit me down in the family photo
And everyone tells me that i, I look just like you
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
He brings back
Oh my god, he brings back
He brings back clean, fresh, white expensive babies
He brings back
Oh charlie, he brings back
He brings back clean, fresh, white expensive babies
I come post-production
I dont need natal care
Im already fully assembled
Down to the very last part, its all there
So take me to your family
So take me to your home
Buddy, take me in as your next generation
And Ill take you out of the lost one and into mine
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
song performed by by Liz Phair
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