The More One Does
Why is it,
That the more one does...
To do for someone to get done,
The tasks one shows to do to prove...
Is a priority of choice that person chooses.
And time permits this assistance to exist.
Why is it then,
A discussion between others...
That introduces envy and jealousy?
With a making of someone becoming...
A procrastinator who is actually lazy.
To exclaim eventually,
That the one who has assisted...
No longer does what one wishes,
Because of an ego trip?
That's a taking one for granted.
To be identified to someone,
Not being appreciative.
But associated to someone,
Who is mentally sick and doesn't know it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting Idle With Others
I will 'assist' you.
And commit myself,
To assisting you.
However...
If you are here to observe my assistance.
As if this is your priority.
With complaints as to what I do.
And how what I do gets done.
One of us is analyzing an assistance being made.
And guess which one will eventually become disappointed?
When that committment of an assistance leaves.
And guess who will be left sitting idle with others in discussion,
As to who does not fulfill obligations.
With skills of blaming used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Thoughts Kept About the Past
Pressing forward with ways more reflective,
And determined to keep...
With a 'probable' consideration to change.
When the time permits.
Should no longer be set on a priority list.
Options to do this no longer exist!
A necessity to do it,
Has arrived.
With or without eyes opened.
And facts all over the place...
For anyone to recognize.
Those thoughts kept about how solid,
And stable the ground is that does not shake.
Will for many be felt,
Like a...
WHAT was THAT?
'An Earthquake! '
HERE?
In Connecticut? '
~It twas August 23rd,
Two thousand and eleven...
When the Earth did shake to move,
Millions to prove...
Mother Nature seeks no debate to approve,
What is on 'her' agenda.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Is it Ever Ready?
When is it ever ready...
For us to make up our minds,
It is time to get what we put off
To get something done?
When is it ever ready...
For us?
When is it ever ready...
To stop and wait.
For us to negotiate,
This is the moment...
That has arrived,
For us to get up and move?
Just to prove we can delay
Another day...
To make an excuse,
To collect with the other excuses...
Made!
When is it ever ready?
Time seems to never be!
It seems to do what it chooses without us!
To experience...
Or ignore completely.
As we sit to cuss its noncommitment.
Observing it as it cares less,
About how some of us waste it...
With more uselessness!
To eventually confess.
When is it ever ready?
That is probably not a concern...
Nor a priority,
Or on its agenda.
Time is man made.
To set limits...
As if man allows 'it' to benefit,
And exist.
To put up with a man's nonsense.
Or a woman's.
Either way...
No one can say,
They have more of it...
Than anyone.
To just let it sit!
And ask of it...
If and When it is ever ready!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is A Choice They Made
Backbiters decided,
They would discredit the deeds done...
By the wrong people coming to their aid.
Those seething with envy and jealousy did this,
Believing they would end between themselves conflicts.
To be left with the more of it to exist.
Since those who backbite,
Only offer confusion and incompetence.
And eventually suffer from their own ignorance.
But then...
This is a choice they made with consciousness.
As exposed by the evidence too late admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!
Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?
I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.
Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!
Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?
'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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Sick.. &.tired.
I'm sick of being sick, and tired of being tired
I'm sick and tired of being, sick and tired
I try to help and look what I get,
A forget you and a butt to kiss.
I Feel left out when I'm in this place,
It like I don't even exist. I'm tired and
Weak, I can no longer defeat.
Like a stray bullet through the chest
Falling straight to my knees. I'm hurt and
Desire for a new life, because the one in stuck with
Is not right. My life is so difficult, part of me wants to stay and
Part of me wants to leave.... I'm making a feeble attempt to no
Longer BREATH.
poem by Diamond Heyward
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Saddled
No one consciously wishes to admit it.
Not publicly anyway.
That many today appear sane and normal.
While taking doses of medication,
That is difficult to detect...
When one is effectively expressing.
Yet hidden is a mind defective.
Mentally crippled and stressed.
Unnoticed but spilled from sick lips,
Are accusations against those innocent.
With wishes to dismiss their own afflictions...
Although seeking to be accepted openly,
While in the process of sharing...
Their saddled addictions.
And soliciting to do this...
As if everyone should agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can't Make What Doesn't Work
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
I want to say that,
You can't make what doesn't work...
For me exist.
When my happiness,
Doesn't depend on it.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I stood...
Up on my own two feet.
No you can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If with a faith I took risks,
And decided that my own life I would live.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I got to stand up..
On my own two feet.
Oh...
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is a waste of effort.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is to me a disservice.
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get a Grip
This extraordinary trip,
Is going to involve backflips.
Upsetting what is 'normal'
With a normalcy perceived squeezed from it.
Bringing many to vomit.
And leaving many more quite sick.
However...
The awareness of what comes,
Is better than denying none of it comes to exist.
Get a grip!
There is no avoiding it.
Even magic applied will not disguise the ride.
It is going to deliver...
A bump to the rump of those already grumpy.
And lumps galore,
To the throats of those who had been bored.
This is not a tease to appease as before.
Get a grip!
You will witness there is no joking about this!
Blindfolds?
Only if those using them,
Can promise their use...
Will buffer the screams that begin.
And the first jolt experienced,
Introduces a breathtaking scene.
Some will think gets progressively mean.
Get a grip!
Especially those opposed to reality!
And accustomed to rely on denial to hide them.
This 'trip' is going to hit,
Like an unblocked fist that strikes in transit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Don't Know Me
She's got a boyfriend
All of a sudden
She's never had one before
She's looking for the thumbs-up
When they're walking through the door
She's showing him off
By making him talk
She's putting his hand in his pocket
It shows on her face
What she doesn't say
What she doesn't say
[Chorus]
You don't know me
You don't know me at all
You don't know me
You don't know me at all
You don't know me
You don't know me at all
She doesn't know that we know
That we've been here before
We always pay attention
When she walks through the door
It's the clothes that she chooses
It's the words that she uses
[Chorus]
She's trying hard to pretend
That it's not really happening
But we can see her smiling from afar
We don't see her much anymore
But we can hear her whistling
As she walks to her car
[Chorus]
song performed by by Lisa Loeb from Cake & Pie
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What Would Be The Purpose
Taking it to falsify someone's character,
Eventually results in the discrediting...
Of the person making adverse comments.
Not only is the person who has been defamed,
Discovered not to be the person believed to have been known...
But also those who become aware of this,
Realize the only information they get about anyone depicted...
Has never come from the mouths of those,
Who are themselves the 'horses'.
You know what I'm sayin'...
Those who actually lay down their own life track.
That information has always been given by someone,
Running their mouth giving opinions to have others quickly believe.
And doing it as if they've been annointed an authority.
Whole families have been ruined by people like that.
People who are jealous and lie about the actual facts.
When people eventually meet someone who has been scandalized.
Their actual personas aren't accepted.
In fact,
It is perceived they are in disguise.
'Why do they act like that? '
~Act? That's who they are.~
'That's not what I've been told.'
~Well...
When was the last time you had a conversation with them? ~
'I've never had a conversation with them.
What would be the purpose? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circumstances Like These
The best way to undermine the activities of someone?
Pretend your involvement in initiating chaos,
Had nothing to do to upset the balance...
Of something your jealousy could have avoided.
But you chose to prove the outrage of the selected 'victim'
Had begun as you stood by and did absolutely nothing!
Having the 'appearance' of innocence...
Is all that is needed to begin the intended fall of someone!
However...
Such misdeeds eventually exposes a demented mind!
And the person suspected of creating confusion,
Wins!
Because winning under circumstances like these...
Comes to the one who has been wronged,
Time after time after time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of The Spotlight And Off The Scene
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
Targeted on their priority list,
Are those who make strides and mind their own business.
And the ones who oppose this,
Seem to have time on their hands...
To discredit and undermine,
Those who are motivated with ambitions of some kind.
And behind the minds of those insecure,
Is nothing but to advocate an 'innocent' approach...
To spread a bit of wickedness and initiate hate.
With vocal implications...
To character assassinate those of good deeds,
Who are of goodwill.
Wishing to do for others,
Often kills someone's commitment to fulfill...
Promises made to promote others with abilities,
Because they often are without tremendous egos...
With mindsets placed on the making of dollar bills.
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
With a wish to get attention...
That removes another who gets it,
Without intention.
But still there is a wish to get them...
Out of the spotlight and off the scene.
And...
By any evil means necessary!
To diminish, eventually, a credibility....
Jealousy and envy had never earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Why I Stay Away
There is not another excuse you can use...
To allow time to slip away from you.
Or to sit and wait for your happiness to appear.
If you have not done a thing,
To attract it near.
There is not another alibi to utter.
Or mumble in self centeredness...
About what you will do when the time permits.
There is nothing about time,
That is going to sit and wait.
Not for you to decide what decisions to make.
Or question what should take place with others,
In needless time consuming wasteful debates.
Others may say they accept who you are!
I do too!
And that's why I stay away.
No friendship I give,
Will be treated that way.
I don't like to feel,
What I value has been betrayed.
And loyalty...
For me does not need to be defined.
Your campaign for wishes to be understood.
Reeks from an ego that has done you no good.
But you in your stubbornness can not comprehend...
It's not what others have done to you.
But what they have allowed you to do to them.
And it's a shame they still claim you as a friend.
That's why I stay away.
I value what my friends choose to do and say.
And taking folks for granted...
Is not my way.
Nor will I ever find that kind of time...
To let thoughts like that occupy my mind.
I thank God I respect others.
And not of the selfish...
Me...me! I...I,
Kind!
And I don't like my time wasted.
While others make up their minds...
How to use it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jealousy
Jealousy , jealousy
Two oclock in the morning , I dont see my love around
You say you want to be with me girl
But youre never to be found
I know youre seeing someone else
And its sending me insane
Jealousy , taking me over and over again
Jealousy , saying you love ,but inside you pretend
You say I go on needlessly
Finding wrong in all I see
But I know in my heart from the start
You wanted to play , yeah
You know Im so alive with you
Telling love with all you do
I know Im gonna drive your love away , away
You were my inspiration
You were the answer to my prayer
A lover I could depend on and soften all my cares
I cant believe youre out at night holding someone new
Jealousy , taking me over and over again
Jealousy , saying you love ,but inside you pretend
You say I go on needlessly
Finding wrong in everything I see
But I knew in my heart from the start
That you wanted to play
But you know Im so alive with you
Telling love with all you do
I know Im gonna drive your love away , away
Jealousy , jealousy, taking me over and over again
Jealousy , saying you love but inside you pretend
You say I go on needlessly
Finding wrong in all I see
I know in my heart from the start
That you wanted to play
You know Im so alive with you
Telling love with all you do
I know Im gonna drive your love away
Jealousy , jealousy taking me over and over again
Jealousy , saying you love but inside you pretend
Jealousy , taking me over and over again
Jealousy , jealousy, taking me over and over
Jealousy, I cant help myself
Taking me over , jealousy , ..... (fade)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A Sick Man's Poem Is A Sad Poem
A SICK MAN’S POEM IS A SAD POEM
A sick man’s poem is a sad poem
Walking, it is out of breath -
It stops and wonders at all the powers it took for granted
It no longer has now-
It wants to be home in bed lying down-
A sick man’s poem wants to sleep
And not care that it any longer is -
It wants rest quiet silence peace and no pain-
A sick man’s poem is out of breath too soon
And wants to lie down.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Slow Reform
Don't take this fast.
Slow down just a little bit.
Reform doesn't happen over night.
Making a better man. İs that the plan?
Can you change the monster in me now.
I'm sorry but i won't just bow.
Who do you think you are anyways.
Don't judge unless thy wants to be judged.
So what if i've done some very bad things.
Do you think i had a choice.
Do you think that's what i wanted.
Then why didn't i flaunt it.
Notoriety is not the substance of life,
Any more then taking one.
Now i'm under attack again.
They keep coming at me.
You screwed up.
Let bodies stay buried.
Secrets are best left unspoken.
Just leave it, and let me alone.
I'm no longer running.
I'll face it head on if i must.
Come on take your shot.
Hit me if your can.
Prove that your the better men.
Hate me for what i am.
Somebody who played and beat the system.
One roll of the dice and its was over.
İsn't that so nice.
Sometimes i feel my body should kept on ice.
Frozen in the times. That way,
I can accept my fate with honesty and distaste.
a life we should all embrace .....
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Smart And/Or Lucky
There is a style that emerges,
When one applies a skill.
When one devotes both time and loyalty...
With determination that motivates a will.
A drive that is given.
And takes this as a craft.
To those who view this as sacrificial...
Could never be disciplined,
To tasks requiring a focus that lasts.
Or taking it upon themselves,
To 'do' and not ask!
To love what one does,
May not be easy because one loves it.
It might be the challenge,
One faces to embrace.
To enhance a curiosity,
In one's mind that takes place.
And some have a way,
To overcome their own obstacles.
While others try to pretend they don't exist.
With excuses that are fixed,
In exaggerated wishes.
To say what it is they dream to do.
But the doing of the deed that should please,
Never finds time in their minds to get done.
And these are the same ones,
Who are quick to say...
Someone is either smart and /or lucky.
And imply no work has been involved or applied!
Or that one has been gifted with talents.
Subtracting to mention...
Those 'talents' are honed,
By many sleepless nights...
With some tears sometimes to cry!
To deliver what is loved,
Into an undelusioned reality.
To prove to 'self' what can be accomplished.
With motivated determination self inflicted.
Without a magic wand involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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