Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Agitate A Childish Game
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Everyday I seem to witness,
More children who should be adults.
More who have not discovered responsibility.
Or an accountability that brings to them concrete results.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
And as I pass such activities,
I feel blessed to have aged gracefully.
Although I grit my teeth...
Wanting to find a reason and purpose,
To respond to an ignorance...
I do my best,
Not to acknowledge...
With a reaction given that would please.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...
Farther.
For the gritting of my teeth,
And the keeping of my peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get What It Was to Do Done
It has been a long time since I had been a child.
Such a long time,
Those actions I did then...
Were tolerated and condoned by someone else,
Who I respected as an adult and it reflected.
Whether or not I accepted.
And from those who taught me,
The difference as I grew.
I knew when I matured...
So few did that too.
And while they now make excuses,
For everything that they do...
Or not.
Expecting to be dismissed...
Like children throwing tantrums,
And spoiled fits.
Upon others they drop.
To do flip flops...
With something childish,
They can not stop!
I wont put up with it!
No matter how 'old'...
These ageless 'kids' may get!
I'm not going to put up with none of that one bit.
I have learned to be accountable.
And responsibility for my actions...
I take.
I have learned to embrace,
Take hold and move on!
No matter who around me,
May hide or deny...
Any action I may make.
With a mind that is awake.
I might undo it.
But...
Whatever that decision is,
It is done by me to say...
'Something'
I had to do to get what it was to do done!
Whether those of childish minds are left stunned.
To get from point A to B does not require a Phd!
Or a pail and shovel to collect sand.
I have been taught not to be afraid to take a stand!
And...
Get it over to get over it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insight Recognized
I wish I knew you.
Even though I feel I do.
There is something between us,
Greater than we know.
Something in our words that flow...
That shows we have both been bestowed,
An insight recognized.
How could that be?
Without us seeing who we are,
With our eyes.
And insight that grows.
Could it be our minds are combining?
Merging and beginning to expose?
Is this a dimension we share?
And within it we are being enclosed?
A consciousness only we are aware,
And 'It' has chosen us to enfold!
To leave us grateful we have to behold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Age, Go Away
When are we consider old?
when the years past so quickly
being a kid with no worries
to a teen with rebel ways, to parents dismay
young adult leads to a partying way
maturing thru the years to become a respected adult
responsibilities and family life changes people
before time fly, aging needs a break
for real it does, it's not fair to fly
middle aged, worn out, heading to retirement
can't wait for that day, everyone says
to tell the true I rather work, that's my pitch
getting old for the rockers and the canes
just has to stay away, I have so many things to do
see more the world, meet many people
play with the kids and the grand kids
stop that hour glass from draining
I have a lot of things on my mind
time will take my mind
the wrinkles and the gray hair can wait
same with the balding
Aging for the years can wait, oh it can wait
young and childish mind, I have
will make me feel young, well into my years
till it catches my worn broken body
Old age stay away, For I am Young
poem by Michael Peterson
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Death By Gossip
It is amazing.
They have never spoken
To the people they slander.
They don't even know them...
Or have sat to chat in discussion.
Some are related.
Although that means very little.
They weren't raised to build one another up.
They were encouraged to belittle.
And damage their own!
This has been known and shown.
These childish minds have never grown.
They are left alone.
Death by gossip and munching on ignorance.
Peering over fences.
And using lack of knowledge to offend,
As a defense.
Death by gossip,
And buried in jealousies.
This has been implanted...
To ensure this breeding would within them live,
And breathe.
They were encouraged to belittle.
And damage their own!
This has been known and shown.
These childish minds have never grown.
They are left alone.
With no input to keep a survival thriving!
Slowly dieing on lies.
Since this has been inflicted with ambition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preview for New Friend Amy
I had an imaginary friend.
Although she seemed quite real to me.
Someone on whom I could depend
always and absolutely.
As I grew up and made real friends
She faded out quite gradually
I must suppose as childhood ends
so does our youthful fantasy
I kept her picture in mind.
Albeit quite unconsciously
When in due course I tried to find
the ideal girl to marry me.
I found my child hood friend again.
No longer imaginary,
and I began to wonder then
if she too had imagined me.
Perhaps we were allowed to see
When in our childish innocence
what in the future was to be.
It seemed to us to make good sense.
We wed and raised a family
I still love her and she loves me.
We live together happily.
And on this subject we agree.
It was intended we should wed
as we would do eventually.
We were allowed to see ahead
as children do with clarity.
Before they’re taught it cannot be
by adults who have forgotten how
very clearly younger children see.
Because they only see the now..
The future is a mystery
that adults cannot penetrate.
Though children can quite easily
Perceive what is to be their future fate.
At least we two believe it’s true
Though other folk may disagree
What you believe is up to you
We may be wrong quite possibly.
14-Jan-09
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In These Days and Times
It is easy to discredit
Those who have made names for themselves.
Despite the backbiting and the envy concealed by some.
Something childish we 'might' have all once done!
Than it is to maintain an ego...
Full of self and free of reflection,
To detect corrections an introspection makes.
It takes a determined stamina...
Freed of grandeur and awe,
To administer an encouragement.
That is left behind to instill a nourishment!
If this message is not sent,
As it is meant to flourish those...
With less influence they can impose.
Then those who find their fame have no lasting value...
Have used their gifts for naught.
And producing these deeds to feed such an ego,
Has not induced minds...
Needing to be fed enlightenment,
In these days and times!
A selfishness to hoard such talents and gifts...
Leave with the ones they came with.
And nothing of subsistence considered substance,
Can be passed to nurture that is left behind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Become
I'll get so close to you
I'll let you down my friend
You see it in this face
And hear it in these words
And i begin to know, and i begin to feel,
Everything i've wanted
And i become a man through you
You find out my needs, this separation,
Push away everything and anyone connected,
To you needs and to your life and to your ties
I'll push it all away,
I said it's all right there for you now
Hey i said it's all right there for you to tell
I'll let you down my friend, i'll turn my back to you
I never meant to leave you, never meant to leave your room
You began alone, and you've begun again, all i wanted for you
I become alive through you,
Can you feel this constant resurrection of needs,
I'm sorry for those things i meant to help you, and i meant to fill you,
And i'll always let you down,
And i'll always put you out,
I'll push it all away,
I said it's all right here for you now
Hey i said it's all right there for you to tell
Thought to feel it in your life
Thought to take your time to grow
I was sent to be here, left to hurt you,
This time it's sad, you've gone
Hey i said it's all right there for you now
Hey i said it's all right there for you too
Hey i said it's all right there for you now
Thought to feel it in your life
Thought to take your time to grow
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Aging Hands
There are those,
Spoiled from birth...
Who believe they can do,
Exactly what they please...
When and to whom they choose.
They do not accept responsibility for their actions.
And accuse others for being insensitive,
When their lack of accountability...
Infringes upon those deeds they perceive,
Are discussed too direct and much too frank.
These folks,
Are fighting internal battles.
And they surround themselves with others,
They rely to protect them...
From the pain of reality.
Unfortunately,
And eventually...
They are 'forced' to be the adults,
They dress outwardly and masquerade to be!
Very few,
Walking upon this Earth...
Are going to stagnate their own growth,
Raising stunted children's minds...
Charading themselves in adult bodies,
For too long!
Knowing something about this,
Is sick and wrong!
These times are changing much too fast...
To keep a grasp onto aging hands!
Especially when the traffic,
Is moving like it is...
In all directions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer 68
Would you like to something before you leave?
Perhaps youd care to state exactly how you feel.
We say goodbye before weve said hello.
I hardly even like you.
I shouldnt care at all.
We met just six hours ago.
The music was too loud.
From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year.
And I would like to know, how do you feel?
How do you feel?
Not a single word was said.
They lied still without fears.
Occasionally you showed a smile, but what was the need?
I felt the cold far too soon in a wind of ninetyfive.
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish I was there.
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you.
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just to let me know, how do you feel?
How do you feel?
Goodbye to you.
Childish bangles too.
Ive had enough for one day.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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To Babysit, Teach And Discipline
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
And aware of life,
From a respecting prospective.
People who are respectful,
Are generally doers of deeds.
It is shown they are responsbile,
With pride in themselves.
And in their communities.
Observing this is better than a picture.
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
Nothing can be painted to depict this,
Better than the sight of it.
When people become defensive,
And childish in their attitudes...
Expressing demeanors quick to give 'mood'.
Those are the places most distressed.
In which people are heard complaining,
That 'others' should address messes they have left.
You know...
Like children who grow expected by others,
To be accountable...
But no one has taken responsibility to teach them.
Leaving the public school systems as dumping grounds,
To babysit, teach and discipline minds unprepared...
For that process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Become (To Tell)
Ill get so close to you
Ill let you down my friend
You see it in this face
And hear it in these words
And I begin to know, and I begin to feel,
Everything Ive wanted
And I become a man through you
You find out my needs, this separation,
Push away everything and anyone connected,
To you needs and to your life and to your ties
Ill push it all away,
I said its all right there for you now
Hey I said its all right there for you to tell
Ill let you down my friend, Ill turn my back to you
I never meant to leave you, never meant to leave your room
You began alone, and youve begun again, all I wanted for you
I become alive through you,
Can you feel this constant resurrection of needs,
Im sorry for those things I meant to help you, and I meant to fill you,
And Ill always let you down,
And Ill always put you out,
Ill push it all away,
I said its all right here for you now
Hey I said its all right there for you to tell
Thought to feel it in your life
Thought to take your time to grow
I was sent to be here, left to hurt you,
This time its sad, youve gone
Hey I said its all right there for you now
Hey I said its all right there for you too
Hey I said its all right there for you now
Thought to feel it in your life
Thought to take your time to grow
song performed by by Candlebox
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Having The Nerve to Excuse Thoughtlessness
When something treasured is given.
And it is disrespected and given back...
Do not expect warm greetings to flow,
From the one who felt slighted by that!
Children, perhaps...
Can be excused for this lapse.
However,
Those who wear grown up clothes,
Are 'suppose' to use far more tact!
And when they don't...
They are the first to pretend,
They don't know 'why' or 'what'
Has happened to them.
Proving by their actions...
They are as self centered as children.
Getting what they deserve.
And having the nerve to excuse thoughtlessness.
One mature would not accept this to dismiss.
Being an adult can be a painful process...
Especially when the playground,
Has been abandoned...
By those no longer seeking,
Childish games at recess!
There is a seriousness of life that develops...
That one should achieve to aspire and expect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rushing To Enter An Empty Playground
The familiarity,
Of the same game played...
By those who do it,
With routine.
Begins to lose its appeal,
When some of the participants...
Find other interests.
To leave those aging and not gracefully,
Rushing to enter an empty playground.
And with not a clue as to why,
Those who once played hide and seek...
Have sought and found,
A maturity with them to keep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Sticking Comfort
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
People choose the things they do,
With a sticking comfort.
And it's hard to remove old shoes,
Fitting with a comfort.
But a yesterday has gone away,
Yet they...
Stick with such a comfort.
And in some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
People choose the things they do,
With a sticking comfort.
And it's hard to remove old shoes,
Fitting with a comfort.
But a yesterday has gone away,
Yet they...
Stick with such a comfort.
And in some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
In some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
One should just let go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom
As long as you accept
To be treated this way...
To be enslaved…
They will never grant freedom.
For their hearts are still foolish
And their minds childish…
Just as a child needs to be disciplined
In order to be good,
Small souls are in need of the same.
But spiritual discipline.
Discipline solely of the body,
Brings no wisdom.
Therefore…
When we care for ourselves
And leave cynicism of love behind,
Relearning what it is…
And how it truly feels…
We can reclaim our minds
And demand the freedom to use it.
Demand freedom.
And to not carry contradiction,
Do not support the oppressors.
Sacrifice during transition,
And you, along with all others,
Will be rewarded.
Mother Nature awaits.
Patiently, it awaits our return.
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Forgiving Epiphanies
Forgiving epiphanies,
Coming to awakening minds...
Darkness once kept,
From seeing the 'light' of their actions.
Is difficult for those victimized to do.
Even though what is said is true...
About people regretting mistakes made.
No matter if intentions are premeditated.
However,
A growth process...
Can not be determined with a schedule set.
And one who has been affected,
By another's unconsciousness...
Should step aside from a bitterness,
To observe how epiphanies...
Have a way of inflicting,
Their own mental adjustments.
Those deserving to connect past actions,
To what comes to visit,
With clarity...
On the other side of those closed doors.
Should be given the opportunity...
To welcome repercussions.
If it is just for the experience of it.
Why should anyone inflict pain on another,
Without knowing how it feels?
To give is to receive...
Right?
~God don't like 'ugly'! ~
I've heard that before.
That's why I got rid of all of it from my doorstep!
I did that many years ago.
I'm glad from me it decided to leave.
Having that ugliness did nothing for me.
'Hi.
I'm here to remind you of what you did.
And since your mind is open now...
I am going to be staying inside of it for a while.
I'm sure you don't mind if I play with your consciousness?
I left someone who directed me to you.
And only recently was I able to locate where you were.
Stop it.
Don't flatter yourself.
Invite me in.
You have no idea how much there is for us to discuss.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unkind
No longer can their antics be called asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on for quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process they find,
Unkind!
No longer can their tragic deeds be of benefit.
Not when they've shot themselves in the foot...
And unaware of it!
They chose to follow a path they thought would profit them.
Only to dig deeper in regretted debt,
They now smother in.
As they swirl together in a whirpool of sins,
That shows no mercy and strangles them.
With an intention gaining the momentum and is...
Unkind!
No longer can their antics be called,
Asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on,
For quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Has created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process,
They find...
Bitter without sweeteners, angry and unkind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As if There Are Exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules
Allowing anxieties,
And embittered feelings...
Of how things should be,
And how we'd like to see them done...
From our own perspective.
Needs to be released,
From the minds of those continually feeding...
On beliefs people and things remain unchanged.
When a day comes a day goes.
There is not a season that stays as it is.
But adults who are still children in their minds,
Find it difficult to leave behind...
That which is not coming back.
And it becomes unfortunate for many,
Who are not accepting of this natural process.
As if there is a fairy princess that will magically,
'Wand' their troubles away.
Accepting what is with a moving on is part of life.
Many are stuck and just refuse to do it.
As if there are exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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