To Let Fade Away and Dissipate
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
That determination you confess...
Still addresses laziness.
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
How you lay around and sit...
As you waste precious time,
Accepting procrastination as legit.
And you say I'm not supportive,
And abort listening to you.
You accuse me of being distant,
From those things you choose to do.
But you're the one who hesitates...
In masquerades you initiate.
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
That determination you confess...
Still addresses laziness.
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
How you lay around and sit...
As you waste much precious time,
Accepting procrastination as legit.
And you say I'm not supportive,
And abort listening to you.
You accuse me of being distant,
From those things you choose to do.
But you're the one who hesitates...
In masquerades you initiate.
You say I am the one,
Who creates and generates hate?
One of us has to generate something.
But I wouldn't call it hate created.
I'd call it a lack of appreciation...
For those talents and skills,
You continue with excuses made...
To let fade away and dissipate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Need For Me To Discuss A Love
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not share with me,
Other than a physical need...
Now and then expressed,
When you believe...
The only quality I have,
Is to provide and satisfy...
With a leaving you with that interest fed.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To be in a relationship with someone...
Who shares with others there most hidden secrets.
And from me they keep this discreet.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To sleep in total nakedness,
With someone who disrespects my devotion and loyalty...
To openly share with others,
Those things that are no one else's business.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
However...
I do find an increasing need,
To express my disgust you feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You should discuss over a dog's hide when it concerns your interest.
My interest in secret societies is the product of many experiences, some I can discuss, others I cannot.
Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What the nation's built on is discussion, contradiction and growth, and at the moment you can't discuss anything. If you do start to discuss it, you get criticized. If people hate us, you have to find out why and try to solve that problem.
quote by Donald Sutherland
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The Process Isn't As Simple
I find it pointless,
To discuss how a process is done...
And takes place,
To anyone who has not expressed...
Just more of an interest.
If anyone has never been on stage to act.
Or has picked up a pen or a pencil,
To write...
Generating that kind of motivation in one's head...
Is to me like asking,
What does it take to lay an egg?
There is 'nothing' here to work with.
Neither is the person asking this queston a hen...
WITH a pencil OR a pen.
Nor has any attempts been made...
To lay that egg!
I am one of those people,
Who has to see some effort being achieved!
Especially if my assistance is requested.
The process isn't as simple,
As that hen may make it look!
'How is the rooster involved in all of this? '
Trust me.
Once you 'really' get a bonafide interest...?
You will begin the process of research,
On your own.
That 'desire' will be there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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Pay You Back With Interest
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
It seems unfair to leave you
And sell myself the way I do
But when my wandering is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Most of my life Ive been moving
And when I tire out Ill come home to you
But until then Ill be waiting
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
How cold is my room, (how cold is my room)
Without your love beside me
We look at the same old moon (looking at the moon)
But youre not here beside me
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Break
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
song performed by by Hollies
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When I Trip I Don't Bluff
I never contemplated on leaving you anywhere.
The only thing I pre-meditate...
Is were my next steps will take me.
But hesitating in procrastination,
To discuss any doubts...
Are not thoughts I have in my mind!
You must have overheard me talking to myself,
And decided some rest you would find.
On my time.
I never contemplated on leaving you anywhere.
The only thing I pre-meditate...
Is were my next steps will take me.
But hesitating in procrastination,
To discuss any doubts...
Are not thoughts I have in my mind!
You must have overheard me talking to myself,
And decided some rest you would find.
On my time.
Let's make this clear right now!
Your time is your time.
And my time is mine!
I am surprised that you found me!
I told you when I trip,
I don't bluff.
I move to experience.
That sitting around you do to preview...
I've had enough of that stuff.
When enough is enough,
I don't regard discussing it as a must!
I am surprised that you found me!
I told you when I trip,
I don't bluff.
'You are absolutely unbelievable.'
Thanks.
And you I find incredible!
I'm learning that all the time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Only Show Me Interest
I would love to sit and spend more time with you.
Looking at life from your point of view.
But of late,
I am reminded doing this I have done.
With little of my own visions,
You have neither invited or have welcomed.
And if you did,
You've made many excuses...
To run to do errands,
With a wish that I would come.
Today my happiness for me has begun.
And it has taken me a while to understand,
My happiness is of no interest to you.
Unless,
Of course...
It is spent entirely catering to you,
And what it is you like to do.
No more am I in it just to give to you, boo!
You have no interest in me.
You only show me interest,
If it is a benefit to you in all that you do.
And people like you around me I don't need.
'That's not true! '
What is it that I like most to do?
'You never mentioned it.
So how would I know? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Basic Decisions
So pitiful have become those choice allegiances.
The ones some chose to bond with years ago,
With a professed loyalty overestimated...
That anyone conscious would have let go.
Today it seems a waste of time,
To discuss how things 'use' to be...
With a locked frame of mind on times much changed.
Even those who had obtained good jobs,
Believing themselves to arrive at some stability...
To find their investments to retire on a beach,
Pulled away from their realities they no longer can speak.
Today it seems a waste of time,
To discuss how things 'use' to be...
With a locked frame of mind on times much changed.
So pitiful have become those choice allegiances.
The ones some chose to bond with years ago,
With a professed loyalty overestimated...
That anyone conscious would have let go.
But who knew those dismissed from such cliques,
Would one day discover themselves to be...
The bigger winners living on fixed incomes.
But feeling happier from basic decisions they have made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under One Roof
Where is the love and honesty once kept?
What has happened to the truthfulness...
We promised we'd keep with us,
When we met.
Where is the devotion and concern we had?
What has happened to that loyalty,
We shared and made us glad.
Where is the tenderness.
Smothered now with screams.
Where is that togetherness...
Meant to stay to fulfill our dreams.
And where are those chats,
We could not stop having then.
And now when I come home to you...
Not one word do you hear.
Or from me do you listen to!
And both of us accuse each other,
Of losing interest!
Yet...
Here we are,
Living under one roof.
To lose something...
That has clearly gone!
Without sitting together to admit...
There is an emptiness felt,
We wish to dismiss.
And both of us accuse each other,
Of losing interest!
Yet...
Here we are,
Living under one roof.
Doing our best...
To protect the secretness,
Of our lonely seperateness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do not read newspapers. I do not watch television. I am not interested in current events, although I will occasionally discuss them if other people want to discuss them.
quote by Diane Wakoski
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And if that's what the American people want, then that's what the policy should be, of course. But the idea that anything in the United States is too sensitive to discuss or too dangerous to discuss is really, I think, absurd.
quote by Michael Scheuer
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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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Wasting My Hate
Ain't gonna waste my hate
Ain't gonna waste my hate on you
I think I'll keep it for myself
Ain't gonna kill no more
Ain't got the time to help you score
I think it's time you pleased yourself
Yourself
Good day how 'ya doing
And I send a smile to you
Don't waste
Waste your breath
Now I will waste my hate on you
Waste my hate on you
You think your worthy now
You think enough to even raise the brow
And to life that tip that you belong
When I see my hate I see my feet
I feel that blood that pumps in me
Where the hell's my mind
Don't know
Don't know now
Good day how 'ya doing
And I send a smile to you
Don't waste
Waste your breath
Now I will waste my hate on you
Waste my hate on you
Then I'll keep it for myself
Hey
Ain't gonna waste my hate
But I don't clean it when they say
Better to give then to recieve
Ain't gonna waste my hate
Ain't got time to waste my hate on you
I think I'll keep it all for myself
For myself
Good day how 'ya doing
And I send a smile to you
Don't waste
Waste your breath
Now I will waste my hate on you
Waste my hate on you
Think I'll keep it for myself
Yeah
Hate
song performed by by Metallica from Load
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The Whore Of Mensa (with apologies to Woody Allen)
I had a sudden passion
For philosophical debate
I'd talked often 'bout the football
But not dialectics with my mates
I often felt entrapped inside
Plato's famous cave
With shadows black upon the walls
My intellect enslaved
I craved for stimulation
My mind was going to waste
I Googled and found Bhuddism
But Kant and Hegel's more my taste
Then one day in Yellow Pages
Just browsing through 'cos i was bored
Something caught my interest
So i tried to find out more
There were educated women
Most with PhD's
You could engage with for an hour
And discuss philosophies
Trembling, i dialled the number
I was feeling quite depressed
Was this for real i asked myself
Or just a front for sex?
'Hello' she said so sultry
My hair stood all end
'Are you looking for deep insights
Or a more demanding blend
Of argument and discourse
Of conflict and debate
For the softer stuff we charge less
And the rest a higher rate
I can tell you i was nervous
My fantasies had come to life
I opted first for ethics
Quite careful of the price
She was really quite amazing
Not once did she hold back
She gave me such a hard time
And kept my arguments on track
'I'll call again quite shortly'
I whispered breathlessly
Next time i think i'd like to try
Epistemology
I was hooked then - I'll admit it
I wanted something really hard
But over time it damaged
All my credit cards
I confess all this now freely
I was addicted to her mind
She was the Whore of Mensa
But of a quite Platonic kind.
poem by David Keig
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Never Again To Use Their Stingers
One reluctant to sting,
May choose to do so...
With a stinging done to stun,
Those stung...
Never again to use their stingers,
Inappropriately.
Or...
Without just cause,
To initiate their provocation!
A sizzling butt is painful.
How do I know this?
'Geeesshhh, man!
Pull up your drawers.'
I'm lucky.
Not everyone is given a chance,
To go through a healing.
And a pinch of a burning felt,
May be the beginning...
Of an eternal flame,
That remains blazing.
It is best not to digest,
With interest...
What one hears,
From the lips of others!
Investigate first...
Before becoming caught up,
In the middle of a heat...
Without an escape to exit.
These experiences and more,
Cools quickly...
A hot head once singed,
But saved by the process...
Of patient observation and listening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrong Friendship
You call me every time
You feel like crying
I have no intention
To help you every day
You ask me stupid questions
I don't know answers to
I don't want to be your teacher
It's a job no one would take
You call me for laughing
Making jokes out of me
You should have known by now
That I don't find it funny
You want to discuss about things
You know nothing about
Sometimes it's better
To be quiet
You call me for shopping
Spending your parent's money
I don't like spoiled daughters
Or mama's little sons
You call me to blame others
When it's obvious it's you
You only drink my energy
Our friendship cannot go through
poem by Kemi Kemms
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