To Serve And Dish It Plateless
Call it anything you wish.
To serve and dish it plateless...
For your interpretation,
Of an effectiveness.
But time I wont spend,
Nibbling on negativity.
That's not my cup of tea.
Pour it if you wish...
But you can skip over me.
Nor can I see that done,
Continually...
By those selecting to do it...
As if nothing else is on their minds,
But a consistent visitation that reveals...
A nonsense and foolishness,
That should have long been left behind.
But chosen repeatedly,
To keep as if to thrive....
They do.
With nothing else there,
But a vague reality to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Set On Auto-Pilot
Not only have they been,
Floating along powered by denial.
Their minds have been set on auto-pilot,
For as long as the supplies held out.
Now no one can convince them,
They must swim to shore...
Aided by their own initiative.
For them what had existed,
Is no more!
Many have chosen to ignore this warning.
With a demand for a new menu.
And a replacement of a chef...
That has never existed to prepare a new dish.
They laugh and perceive this to be an absurdity.
'Excuse me? '
And the tides are rushing ever so close,
To toss them all over a cliff.
And this...
They protest with the loudest of voices.
And wish all of this nonsense,
Be stopped by the shutting of lips.
Excuse me?
Waiter?
Waiter?
Did you see him pass us?
As if he did not hear me.
WAITER?
That's it.
He gets from me no tip! '
That is why they pass petitions.
To avoid this 'foolishness'.
'Waiter?
And he's parading around here,
With a lifejacket on.
Waiter?
I'm demanding your presence immediately.
Oh no he didn't! !
Did you see him sush me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wont Share You
I wont share you, no
I wont share you
With the drive
And ambition
The zeal I feel
This is my time
The note I wrote
As she read, she said
Has the perrier gone
Straight to my head
Or is life sick and cruel, instead ?
Yes !
No - no - no - no - no - no
No - no - no - no - no - no
Oh ...
I wont share you, no
I wont share you
With the drive
And the dreams inside
This is my time
Life tends to come and go
Thats ok
As long as you know
Life tends to come and go
As long as you know
Know, know, know, know, know
Know, know, know, know
Oh ...
I wont share you, no
I wont share you
With the drive
And the dreams inside
This is my time
I want the freedom and I want the guile
I want the freedom and the guile
Oh, life tends to come and go
As long as you know
Know, know, know, know
Know, know, know, know
Oh ...
I wont share you, no
I wont share you
Ill see you somewhere
Ill see you sometime
Darling ...
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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
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Until There Is Nothing Left
Before the 'shock and awe'
There were trinkets tossed
To send them shopping.
That 'stimulated' them,
To accept misdeeds...
That fed their greed.
And that would feed their loyalty.
A stimulus is needed again.
As these clever actions come to an end.
But this time...
The rug will be pulled from under them.
Hoping they wont notice it,
As they spend, spend, spend.
Until there is nothing left.
And those who could explain,
Left as they came!
Deceiving those...
Who believed this way of life was opposed.
As 'Euros' appear in increasing glee,
To introduce and seduce the blind...
Whose minds have been dined and wined,
In New York City!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Like A Truth Versus Nonsense
A content achieved,
Can not compete...
With envy and jealousy.
That conquest has been in motion,
For quite some time now.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
And when minds are focused,
Upon mediocrity to sell...
It will be marketed and done well,
To minimize the effectiveness...
Of content and its influence.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
Eliminating an obvious contrast not admitted.
With consequences to ultimately face to pay.
And sacrificing what is best to appease.
To forget the original concept,
Is an acceptance considered as a normal process.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
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Faith, Stamina and Endurance
When their worshipped nonsense is avoided,
There is a degree of offensiveness felt.
A wounding perceived has been inflicted.
And...
A pressure to share their ideals begins to ease.
Such self destructing ways as seen,
Are no longer felt as a need to become entrapped...
To a conformity regularly celebrated with hoopla.
Since one's hunger for that diminishes.
Like a permanent lifestyle change.
And a self indulgence adapted within minds...
Accustomed to dictated limitations,
Ceases to become a test of one's faith, stamina and endurance.
With a life chosen to live less influenced,
By a marketing of decadence...
Observed from the sidelines as the unconscious helps it thrive.
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Skip Away
I was walking, talking today
And a little girl came skipping my way
Reciting some silly nonsense song
Wasn't long before she was gone
' skip a rope '
A good friend in the middle of the night
rang up involved in her plight
On her behalf could I say a few words
Why of course and now they are heard
' skip a rope '
Then when the Sun comes out to play
We all perk up and listen to her say
Then we all smile from deeply inside
And from within the Sunshine can't hide
' skip a rope '
And with sadness you have to go
Across the ocean so far it's so
But when you land you extend your hand
from there to here and back again
' skip a rope '
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Traveling Backwards
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
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I Choose To Heal
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
Tears cried as others measured my pain,
On a scale from one to ten...
Are days I've chosen not to live.
Again!
And again.
AND...again without end.
Why should I celebrate my agony,
On a regular basis?
What does doing this for me achieve?
A hatred and bitterness I pray from me will leave?
Or a constant search to seek validation,
How miserable my life lived can be?
NO!
For others that may be so,
To acknowledge without a letting go.
But for me...
My happiness comes with the knowing,
I can forgive.
Not forgot!
My mind wont let me do it.
But make attempts to forgive I can do.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose with faith,
God has my back.
And will correct all that has gone wrong,
To make right for my life.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose to heal,
Not to relive moments of my agonies.
I already know what it takes to moan.
I already know that process.
I've renewed my commitment to living.
And give my deepest respect,
To those who had experienced...
Untimely deaths.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose to heal.
Not to be left,
For the rest of my life dropping tears wept.
To spend in the process of mourning.
Riding high on the shoulders of grief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demanding Confirmation
Once a validation has been made,
A declaration of its effectiveness...
Does not have to be kept replayed.
And an achievement,
That has been reached,
Has no need to be repeatedly preached.
Unless those who are doing this...
Live in denial,
And reality is disbelieved.
Leaving them demanding confirmation...
To only restrict success,
Until an acceptance of approval...
Is given with their authority.
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Soothing Effectiveness
First to drug and addict.
Making them, their thoughts
And their minds worthless.
Obsessed are the wicked,
With control and dominance.
Everything done to produce seduction,
Is purposely decadent...
To rule a planet,
That has chosen them to shun!
With mysterious suspense.
In disbelief this Earth is not alive.
With the Sun and Moon as its balanced 'guides'.
Manipulating humans try to survive and thrive,
With conflicts and deceit...
Perpetuated by religious defeats.
As warned by a God perceived to be...
Their 'genie' in a bottle...a 'He' and not 'She'.
Ready to pop a cork on demand!
How self righteous is this arrogant stance?
And yet,
Everything Mother Nature does...
Those of barbaric minds,
Do not get!
Or after suddenly upsetting...
Scientific forces set!
Quickly removing the affects.
With a soothing effectiveness...
That schmoozes with a coolness all accepts.
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Skip Your Trip
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
Just to turn and walk away.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
To believe your way is 'the' way.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
No one has to disrespect,
An opinion that they don't accept.
Because it's something they wish not to hear.
No one has to get upset.
To later find they have regrets.
When all they had to do is comprehend.
And everybody says that this is wished.
But patience slips from them real quick.
And brooding attitudes are left to share.
Everywhere the frowns are there.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
Oh...
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left to Play the Blame Game
Conditioned to discredit their own kind.
In neighborhoods...
Where one has said,
Folks have lost their moral fiber.
Others who have come to witness this...
Have come to realize,
Those folks have also lost their minds.
Unfortunately...
They have been encourage,
To lose their identity as well.
Their ambitions have been to flaunt,
A foolishness dressed to impress!
In a collected unified distrust of one another.
Not realizing this would lead to communities,
Under duress.
And stressed in their own distress.
With no one left to care,
How or if they correct such a mess.
Since this has been their wish!
Bestowing a self destruction done at its best.
Left to play the blame game...
With no one but themselves.
Pointing fingers!
And leaving them to thrive...
In conditions they've imposed,
But have chosen to see it with eyes...
In blind defiance.
Despising truth,
That confronts them exposed.
But this and who they are goes denied!
No matter who comes qualified...
To tell them about themselves.
Or tries to correct their ignorant lives.
Whether dressed in street clothes...
Or suited up with bowties!
'They just do not get it! '
A mindset this shallow...
Although recognized,
Is best to leave in the hands of those who defend it.
Since those who criticize and become offended,
Are the ones that are ostracized!
The ones trying to mend it!
Finding they are living much happier lives...
Divorced from such division.
Divorced from those in constant criticsms.
And observing this nonsense from the outside.
Living with a peace of mind...
As a decision made.
And feeling grateful and blessed,
In confessions they profess...
They were able to find,
With a welcomed rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When A Maturity Much Needed Is Sought And Begins
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
Those games chosen to play,
To protect insecurities...
Needing to be chased away,
Are nothing more than childish pranks.
Overdue for a ridding...
Instead of pursuing them to please,
A mental dysfunction to outdo and out rank.
I've lost all attraction to play games like that.
I will return your calls.
But a tolerance of a nonsense initiated,
I no longer accept at all.
What point is made,
By a charading done to masquerade?
And in these days we live call for a seriousness.
With my desire to continue on like this...
Leaving you behind with the times I will not miss.
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
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Just Not There
Some folks don't and wont get it.
What has been said to them or done.
A thorough and complete programming instilled...
Has been fed and eaten,
By nearly everyone.
What some may see as bleak...
As their false foundations have been shakened,
From beneath their feet.
Others view this as opportunities to dismiss conflicts.
To begin to fix those divisions that have kept folks hiding,
Behind nonsense and their foolishness.
But some folks don't and wont get it.
What has been said to them or done.
A thorough and complete programming instilled...
Has been fed and eaten.
By nearly everyone.
And the ones who have awakened,
With a consciousness prepared.
Are very reluctant to share what is known!
Since a clarity in the eyes of most...
Is just not there!
With a promise it is coming to be shown,
To make an appearance anywhere!
Anytime,
Soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much Needed Vacation
No time do I spend,
Being absorbed in your nonsense.
I admit there were times I had been inquisitive.
Curious enough to let you ramble on,
As I allowed my mind to drift.
But of late,
No more time to that do I have to give.
Nor aspirin to take,
To numb a headache you make.
No time do I spend,
Being absorbed in your nonsense.
And being freed of it,
Feels like I've taken a good...
Much needed vacation!
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Call This Whatever You Wish
Call this anti-social.
Call it whatever you believe it is!
But I had awakened one day,
Knowing I was through with nonsense.
And those who participated...
In the distribution of foolishness.
While the quality of life...
And the standards of it diminished.
As those immature around me age,
Condoning it as if it should exist!
Call it whatever you will.
Call this whatever you wish.
Call me anti-social, please!
If a clue I leave...
Says anything about my involvement.
And my need to protect my peace and happiness!
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I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Wont Take Me Out
I had a love
And I had pain
Best believe
They come hand in hand
Cause Im a soldier
For the love brigade
Im prepared to do battle
With anything
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
I had to be
A fool indeed
To let someone
Break me down to my knees
I was wreckless
With my heart you see
Theres no rule for that in my world
And yet thats plan
Say bye bye to the teary brown eyes
And the big sad face with an upside down smile
Its so beneath me its so beneath
Say bye bye to the meaningless days
And the loneliest nights
Just wasting my mind
Its so beneath me it cant control me
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
Wont take me out wont take me out
Wont take me out wont take me out
Wont take me out wont take me out
Me out me out me out
Time to rise
Time to shine
Never again
Cause I decline
To be a victim
Of a broken heart
Cause I found the goddess in me
And now I leave my mark
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
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I have the power to do as I please
I wont let it take me out
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
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Completely Depleted of Energy
Completely depleted of energy,
That is how one will be left.
Out of breath and self respect...
When letting some get too attached,
To a willingness given to them...
Who take every step,
Someone has made for their advantage...
To allow being taken for granted to come next.
And become one's duty done,
To enhance the awaiting of another's expectation.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
And...
It may be too late,
For a teaching to take place...
If the teacher has given permission,
For the skills of manipulation...
To be used by a prized pupil.
Thinking mistakes as blatant as this...
As part of the curriculum!
When as an elective,
This foolishness...
Should not have been permitted.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
When intolerance for this behavior,
Should have been long corrected...
As not acceptable.
And a 'no-no' one poses.
Instead of repeatedly giving into this,
As a passing grade.
If one is completely depleted,
Of energy because of this...
The depletion achieved may be well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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