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To Become Addiction Free

Those images that most impress many,
May not be as vivid and expressive...
From my interpretation,
As others who are into movies...
Amusements parks and daily escapades.
Such as having all day television watching spells.
I can sit all day and do nothing but write.
But 'somehow' the comparison is not there.
Although I've been accused of wasting my time,
In the pursuit of doing nothing!

However, I do admit to having an acknowledgement,
Of having a universal outlook of tasting and making...
A sandwich I earned if I wanted one.
Based upon a work ethic enforced by my family.
And my lack of interest to be attracted to fantasy...?
Has gotten me into serious trouble with those,
Prepared to debate their beliefs with me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little black box called Television!

I watch it
Morning, day and night
The plasma screens are quite a sight
Soap Operas, Reality Shows, Movies
I watch anything there is to see
But the little black box called Television
Gets on my nerves

Images of other people’s life it serves
As a daily dish to my vision
Even my own ideas about fashion
Are ruthlessly destroyed in its mission
To impose on me of how to live

But I love Television
I am addicted to Television
Like glue is to paper
Or love making is to a beginner
I am its concubine with my permission
Please at me, don't point a finger

When I am lonely
It is easier to pretend
The images presented by TV
Are my friends

When I am horny
Without sounding funny
I can make love in my bed
After breakfast in bed
To anyone from the TVs images
Now endorsed into my head

That little black box
Sucks, it really sucks
It is just a vicious circle
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Bed, Work, Television and Bed

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Strengthened

Being accused of blasphemy,
By those now questioning their own beliefs...
Weakened by an increasing disappointment.
Has only strengthened those who are spiritual...
And never had their faith connected to the economy.
While those who struggle to keep,
Myths and images of a symbolic way of life alive...
Try their best to hide an acknowledgement,
They have been deceived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasting Time

in between dim hours
in between dull days
i'm out counting flowers
i'm still chasing faith
mistake me for a pilot
mistake me for a face you know
consider this old conscience
let no trouble come my way
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
it's you alone i wish to free
on you alone i'll focus
it's not the change i wish to believe
this coming of the locusts
skipping like a skimming stone
skimming the bad chapters
swimming thru your tides alone
swimming on your laughter, we're after
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, let's take the chance
wasting time
you and i, we understand
time is not for making
but just because we don't have a clue
doesn't mean we're faking, we're wasting
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time

song performed by by Zwan
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Having An Interest

Having an interest to understand something,
Makes it easier to comprehend.
And that understanding wanted increases to flourish,
With a nourishing that heals and mends.
And an acknowledgement needing not to be prompted.

Although on the other hand...
If there is no concern expressed shown at all,
After scratching one's head to the obviousness of it.
Those questions asked about why the lack of interest...
Will also quickly fade away eventually.

Leaving that which only has interest directed,
Getting all of the attention without the requesting...
To at least express some.
And when none comes,
Why bother?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Anger Behind The Swing Of This Axe

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting..

I did everything right and it still went so wrong.
Perfection in the moment and now its gone.
If I only knew what I know now.
I would have ran for the hills.
Never looked back.
Like a ghost completely disappeared.
Across the hemisphere.
Above the highest atmosphere.
Mind you they are limitation I grant you.
But still I don't think it's that far of an exaggeration.

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

A broken heart I'm not debating.
For I know at one time I did love you.
But it faded as you became so god damn jaded.
Nothing I did was ever quite good enough.
With love their should never be any expectation.
Except not too stray or put yourself a abusive situation.
Support and do the best you can for your family and friends.
But in this case you didn't allow that to happen.

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

I want to blame you for my unhappiness.
But I can not.
For I'm better off now then I ever have been.
In my eyes you have already been forgiven.
For your road was rockier then mine has ever been.
I will never forget the kids they will always be in my heart as if they were my own.
One autistic, the other blind.
You don't even acknowledge I ever existed.
Even as I ask how they are.
So I will never know.

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.

I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.

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Why Can't You Drop Them...

You 'believe'...
In concepts deep within you.
And yet your beliefs,
Satisfy you not with comfort?
Or free your steps,
Without regretful movement?

You attract conflicts,
That daily attack!
And yet a protection,
Of hypocrisy...
Has created that!
With a pattern offering no objection?

And you tell me,
The life I live...
Although free of those agonies
You suffer...
Is based on delusions I enforce?
That my 'divorce' from those 'realities'
You embrace with a loyal devotion...
Have been endorsed by a fantasy?
And dysfunctions I've set into motion,
Are disguises of my actual emotions?
And I've focused on pretentions,
Instead of pain that goes ignored?
That I have not honestly explored,
My limitations!

That may well be true!
However...
Which one of us expresses a happiness,
And a grateful attitude for its existence?

I wish not to question your beliefs.
But your faith in application,
Seems to lack a convincing appreciation.
With an uplifted joy to be so blessed!
Willing to confess it...
With each opportunity you get!

Unless that too,
Is absent of any truth...
You desire produced,
Behind your elaborate 'cloaking'!
And I am sure that is your reason,
And purpose...
To have such beliefs?
To keep them out of sight,
As you delight in discreeted loneliness.

Such bliss should be envied and seen.
You should wish them known and shown,
I would suspect.
Don't you?
Isn't that the meaning behind having such beliefs?
To have such feeling shared and released?

If not,
Why can't you dropp them...
Instead of those tears,
That appear very real to me!
Falling periodically from your face!
And not one of your eyes sparkle,
With unhesitating excitement!
Or expose your pleasure,
With traces I can identify as contented joy.

I don't detect your beliefs being present.
Not as frequently as I hear your cries,
About a survival you have chosen...
In a denial you refuse to address.

Perhaps you view that as a criticism,
Instead of an opportunity...
To put a smile on your outlook!
Or maybe that too is too much of a risk?
And you are afraid,
You just may give the wrong impression!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Has Been Earned

What more can be believed,
When only one belief is given.
One can be set free...
When truth is not a perception of life.
But received as an acknowledgement of it.
And that is not a perception...
To be defined by someone's acceptance,
Or rejection of a presence full of light!

One's awakening to the 'self'
Provides all truth defined!
And a peace of mind like that discovered and found,
Is not a debate subjected to confusion or mental conflict.
Awaiting one to be attached and baited.
Scraped over hot coals to be heated.
To fulfill a use...
Until that has been done to deplete.
In a despair that mistreats with deception.

It has been earned!
That peace of mind that comes one finds.
Burning with desire,
That rises one from an entangled mire.
Freed and cleared of such divisions.
Uncompromised by doubt!

One should not invite confusion of any kind.
Not in these times when that is readily available.
Beseech and reach for a higher consciousness,
That pleases.
Share it...
And release someone,
Who feels trapped and shackled...
Attracted to a designed bondage.
Enforced by practiced limitations known!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impressed By Those I Have Not Met

Why should I continue to ignore myself,
To value the opinions of others?
I use to do that and I stayed depressed.
If it appears I am selfish and self centered,
Perhaps I am deserving of my selfishness.
Maybe I earned it!

Others will not admit my sacrifices.
And I don't wear my heart on my sleeve,
For anyone to know to the degree I've sacrificed.
Others have used other tricks and devices,
To maneuver themselves into the spotlight.
One that is believed I seek and need.

They want to take credit for the steps I made.
Those who make claims to know me and don't.
While making attempts to convince themselves,
And others like them...
I had nothing to do with something I've been doing,
All of my life.
And that is to write!

To do it to impress others,
I have never thought about doing.
But I will admit I am impressed by those I have not met,
Who express they can 'feel' me!
While those who make claims they know where I'm coming from,
Judge on my appearance and the way that I am dressed.
And yet have not a clue as to what it is I do,
To get what it is I do done to make a difference for someone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Groovy Movies

Sometimes I think Im gonna better myself,
Searching for acceptance in this big, wide world.
Sometimes I think I wont make it,
Playing in a rock n roll band.
Sometimes I wanna be a picture director,
And try to make the world understand.
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies.
All the movie makers of the world would be,
Falling over backwards to have dinner with me.
Ill go down to [? ]
Anytime I feel like a game[? ].
Or take a long vacation to san tropez,
And think of all the money I made.
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies.
I dont want to be a producer,
I dont want to be a big star.
I just want to be a picture director,
And smoke a big havana cigar.
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies.

song performed by by Kinks
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Only In The Making Of Movies

Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
And time well spent is sacrificed to deliver,
What's right for the price...
For the cost being paid.

Camera angles are selected,
By a director who chooses the best scenes.
And the actors are blocked within them,
To emote with belief as an audince viewing this...
Sits,
With their emotions manipulated.

Only in the making of movies,
Are 'realities' depicted.
Although many in the audience become captivated,
With beliefs they also can deceive truth easily.
By saying and doing things they wish to sell.
With hopes their 'portrayals' have gone over well.

And only those who become offended,
They can not sell lies they told to tell...
Are those who become combative,
When confronted by others...
Who are specific and direct AND caring less,
How a charade is masqueraded to address.

Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
Until what is done has been finished.
But many unpaid to 'act' but embellish facts,
Find it difficult to strip away all their fantasies.

Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
And,
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daily Records

This could be suffering
This could be suffering
This could be pleasure
This could be pleasure
Im unaware of any difference
Im unaware of any difference
My head is aging
My head is aging
My balls are aching
My balls are aching
But Im not looking for deliverence
But Im not looking for deliverence
This could be letting on
This could be letting on
This could be highly cut
This could be highly cut
Im unaware of ~any difference
Im unaware of ~any difference
One says it cant be done
One says it cant be done
Then somebody does it - but
Then somebody does it - but
Im not watching for equivalents.
Im not watching for equivalents.
I just dont quite know how to wear my hair no more
I just dont quite know how to wear my hair no more
No sooner cut it than they cut it even more
No sooner cut it than they cut it even more
Got to admit that I created private worlds
Got to admit that I created private worlds
Cold sex and booze dont impress my little girls
Cold sex and booze dont impress my little girls
Daily records
Daily records
Just want to be making daily records
Just want to be making daily records
Try to avoid the bad news in the letters
Try to avoid the bad news in the letters
Just wanna be making records
Just wanna be making records
Play in - play out - fade in - fade out
Play in - play out - fade in - fade out
Making records day in - day out
Making records day in - day out
And they say its just a stage in life
And they say its just a stage in life
But I know by now the problem is a stage
But I know by now the problem is a stage
And they say just take your time and itll go away
And they say just take your time and itll go away
But I know by now Im never gonna change
But I know by now Im never gonna change
I could be losing you
I could be losing you
I could be coming through
I could be coming through
Im unaware of any difference
Im unaware of any difference
You still support me now
You still support me now
You love me anyhow
You love me anyhow
And I am still under your influence
And I am still under your influence
Weve had some years of hate
Weve had some years of hate
But now were in the eights
But now were in the eights
Im unaware of any difference
Im unaware of any difference
I need you even more
I need you even more
My money keeps me poor
My money keeps me poor
Im still amazed at your omnipotence
Im still amazed at your omnipotence
I look at baggy suits and leather capped with puke
I look at baggy suits and leather capped with puke
I look at richmond married couples denim look
I look at richmond married couples denim look
I watch my kids grow up and ridicule the bunch~
I watch my kids grow up and ridicule the bunch~
When you are eleven the whole worlds out to lunch
When you are eleven the whole worlds out to lunch
Daily records
Daily records
Just wanna keep making daily records
Just wanna keep making daily records
Cant exist no more in chains and fetters
Cant exist no more in chains and fetters
Just wanna keep making records
Just wanna keep making records
Play in - play out - fade in - fade out
Play in - play out - fade in - fade out
Making records day in - day out
Making records day in - day out
Just wanna be making daily records.
Just wanna be making daily records.

song performed by by Who
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Effected Etiquette

Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
Your high brow outlook.
Or your effected etiquette.

I respect your false pretentiousness maintained.
Really, I do.
But you have to admit...
You would like to let your hair down,
And cuss a little bit!

You have got to have something else on your mind?
Especially today.
Something besides appropriate table placements.
And where your dinner guests will sit?
Daring...
With the nerve to complain,
About the items given to you...
From the food bank?
And 'those' people you were with!

I am 'trying' my best to respect you!
But you are making me absolutely sick,
With your lack of empathy.
And your devoted self centeredness!
Displayed with such focused objectivity.
Or the lack there of!

Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
Your high brow outlook.
Or your effected etiquette.
Or ruin the extended invitation,
To me you have given!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Non-Fictionalized

They are looking for volume.
Something to validate...
What I've known since the age of eight.
And...
I appreciate volume.
If it doesn't carry the same aftertaste.
And gives me vivid variety of assorted flavor.

They are looking to uncover style and content.
And I deliver that with my own approach to facts.
All as 'is' with original innovation.
I'm in the midst of creating history.
Yes I am,
Aware of that.

And...
They are looking for escapades based upon fiction.

And I,
Well...
I seek longevity.
There is something about it that appeals to me.
The non-fictionalized kind!
One that will always be,
Timelessly up in somebody's face.
With the making of fresh declarations.
And never outdated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Wish To Start Act Two?

Often brought to the edge,
By an overheard interpretation....
Taken out of context.
Only to be asked to be forgiven,
Again...
For a misunderstanding,
Another did attempt to prevent.

Often brought to the edge,
By something thought said...
But wasn't.

And when one stood on the ledge,
Prepared to jump from it...
Fraught with guilt feelings,
Felt...
From being often the cause,
Of a once solid relationship...
To slump into deep distrust.
The one accused dares to budge to intervene.
But makes a sandwich to munch...
Instead.

While listening to threats of a following through,
To jump as a drama addict promises to do...
A sandwich was made,
Using pickles, lettuce, tomato and mayo.
With a touch of marmalade on whole wheat bread.

'Aren't you going to do anything?
I said I was sorry.
What is it that you want me to prove? '

~I'm waiting for you to prove to me,
Just how sorry you are?
You've taken it this far!

And...
Maybe for reasons to satisfy your own insecurities.
I can come to close the window?
So as to not have you blame your decision on me.
I've already suggested that we should talk about it.

So prove to me...
How do you wish to start Act Two?
With a climbing inside to talk?
OR with a swan dive?
Either way...
I've ended catering to your nonsense.
Do whatever you choose.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Capitalism Is The Way To Go

There are those,
With conservative beliefs.
Who argue amongst themselves...
About spreading the wealth,
In a society based upon greed.
One in which a few...
Isolate and feed.

And they debate and agree...
That in a democracy,
Capitalism is the way to go...
Out!
Like a light.
Exhausted!
From the lack of shared and supplied,
Energy!

Unsupported by those...
Who would rather sit back and fatten.
To feast!
On the exclusiveness...
Of their selfish gluttony.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whoevers Watchin

Im not wasting my time on earthly longing
Let that glory leave me be
Im just tasting my life story
Just a page in history
Chorus:
Whoevers watching
Must be watching over me
Whoevers watching
Must be watching over me
Well Im not hurting like I used to
I got lucky cant you see
Love came searching
It could choose you
Loves the greatest victory
Repeat chorus
I always look to the sky
And held my head high
Had to be what I had to be
Till the day that I die
Yes I wonder why
Somebodys watching
Watching over me
Repeat chorus (first two lines)
Well if you know me
You know Ive squandered
Everything thats dear to me
Still I stand here in total wonder
How its all come back to me
Repeat chorus
Repeat chorus (first two lines)

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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None Of It Desired Is Left To Protect

Use every element possible within your reach,
At your leisure.
Find it necessary to block the onslaught,
Of exposing attacks...
Upon a reality thought solid of unending facts.
Conditioned with beliefs kept as your secret weapon.

Keep them trapped,
And locked away in an unchanging mind...
As memories to discuss in debate,
With someone you would love to berate...
To find their theories of bigotry and hatred outdated.

One day you will awaken to discover the waste.
And your time spent dwindling,
Clinging onto delusions that are being removed,
From truth.
That same truth you used and filled,
With surrounding smoked screened fantasies...
Easily produced.

That very same truth,
You accused others you shamed and defamed...
Like so many who are now on the pursuit of sanity.
And anything that remotely expresses it!
Don't be surprised if lies you have kept sheltered.
With a wish to dissolve them from your existence....
Are very much alive and kept within your daily touch.

Remember this...
You fought to keep them,
Just the way they are.
And erasing them from your sight overnight,
Is going to be a challenge to regain and sustain...
Whatever you maintain is normalcy and correctness.
Since none of it desired is left to protect.
Not the way you suspect it should be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Veterans of The Blues

They've got skills.
And they talk about this,
With prowess on the streets!
They have tackled ever situation...
In inebriated fashion!
As if descriptions of their gifts,
Explores an unshown motivation.
Induced with intoxicated wit...
Hoping to impress those,
Who have heard this all before!

Veterans of the blues...
Passing through time,
And wasting it as they choose.
Everyday.
Applying their habits,
With nothing else to offer.
Nothing of validity!
But a liquored breath on words they say!

Veterans of the blues.
Starving from lack of motivation!
Issues they have had.
And glad to share them.
As they drag their feet...
From corner to corner as they greet!

And when anyone walks pass...
Conversations to rehash the past does not last!
Many step fast,
As these 'veterans' wonder and ask themselves...
Why the tunes they daily sing,
Aren't given a chance to bring...
An interest that secures an attention,
To talents they claim to be theirs...
But go ignored!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Already Targeted

Have you ever become angry.
And prepared to victimize someone,
You heard did something attributed to them...
But a doing done,
They did not do.

And you discovered later that this was true.
Was it the discovery that opened your eyes?
Or was it your acknowledgement of perceiving,
That 'someone' you blatantly accused...
Had already targeted you to be a fool anyway!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paper Promises

We were once so good together
So close we couldn't see what's up ahead
Another one will give you pleasure
Then you'll turn your back on me
Don't tell me lies, I've heard them all before
You're never gonna change
Don't tell me why, I'm not interested in
What you have to say
Now trouble seems to seek you out
Attracted by the void that's left in you
So when you've had enough of living without
I hope you'll look within
But you won't so
You take one step forward and two steps back
But this time you're all on your own
Prove to me that I'm not wasting time on you
And all your paper promises
When you say that you've had enough
With all the trouble that you've been facing
Why can't you show that to me
Why can't you show that to me?

song performed by by Hoobastank
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