Trashed Actions
Dumping dupes and their doings...
To screw all those viewing!
Removing this to sit,
With unresisting peace.
Bashed with rehashed dissatisfactions...
And attacked by false transactions?
Trashed actions of this kind...
Has brought a calmness to mind!
Finding in these times,
To do what's best and quickly!
And enjoy a life that comes.
When drastic measures must be done!
Stepping over temptations...
That once smothered in limitations!
And trashed actions of this kind...
Has brought a calmness to mind!
And no longer will a self destruction tease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conducted Privately
I guess they thought,
Through my actions...
I sought their attention.
But how could that be?
When all of my actions,
Had been conducted privately?
And I did my very best,
To ignore them...
Whenever I could,
To maintain my peace of mind!
Having received that through some rough times.
Why would they think...
I'd be wishing their acceptance?
If and when I do observe them...
They are disrespecting themselves.
And why would I want to be a part of that?
When my identity has been intact?
Unless they believe I am that desperate,
To want to be shown that kind of self neglect?
I hope my focus does not slight them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Great Divide
If you are that kind of person,
Who does not understand...
That pieces of a jiggsaw puzzle,
Creates a completed picture...
As an end result,
Of putting those pieces together...
You are one of those people seeking,
Answers to your questions.
And no one seems to have the patience.
You are on the other side of the great divide.
If you are that kind of person,
Who needs little explanation to what is observed...
You appear to have a peace of mind.
And have adjusted through changing times.
You have been the kind most likely misunderstood.
The power of faith is in your face.
There is a comprehension sustained that is maintained.
With a quiet calmness carried within obtained.
You are one of statements and impatient in debate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Kind of Troubles
Each day I feel a bit stronger.
Each day I can go longer...
To distance myself from an impatience,
That made me sick.
And in recent days I can say,
Those kind of troubles of mine...
Have now gone away.
All of that seems to not exist.
I feel right now so glad I do.
I thought I would be sad.
And that is true.
Until I let go to let God,
Work within me to undo...
Those heartaches,
With the ups and downs...
I found easily to find,
To disturb my mind!
Released I feel and happy at last.
Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
I have everything more to live for clearly.
From mistakes made I have said good riddance.
I've removed from my life,
That which has been trashed.
Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
With an abundance of insight I'm glad now to have.
I have no reason to solicit and sit,
With complaints daily made...
Coming to deliver and dropp unhappiness.
And there's nothing more to say I can add to this.
Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
With an abundance of insight I'm glad now to have.
I feel right now so glad I do.
I thought I would be sad.
And that is true.
Until I let go to let God,
Work within me to undo...
Those heartaches,
With the ups and downs...
I found easily to find,
To disturb my mind!
Released I feel and happy at last.
I've removed from my life,
That which has been trashed.
Each day I feel a bit stronger.
Each day I can go longer...
To distance myself from an impatience,
That made me sick.
And in recent days I can say,
Those kind of troubles of mine...
Have now gone away.
All of that seems to not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In No Mood to be Polite
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
The atmosphere stinks like raw sewage,
With people hoodwinking and dumping their blues!
The climate today supports actions of the foolish
And speaking one's mind is considered taboo!
'Screw you! '
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
Offensiveness is used to defend,
More jackasses now...
Then ever there has been.
And defending the right to insult and defame,
Should make everyone wonder
Why there's no shame to claim for the blame!
It's pouring down 'insanity' upon our heads like rain!
No plane can fly high enough,
To escape this sick and saddened game!
It's worse than awful!
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
The atmosphere stinks like raw sewage,
With people hoodwinking and dumping their blues!
The climate today supports actions of the foolish
And speaking one's mind is considered taboo!
But decency still remains 'my' creed...
Despite this cesspool we are all swimming through.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fuel for Life
Man has actions on certain actions-
These are reactions of a kind called graveness.
Castles of deeds shall embed themselves in youth
And react with old age, to crop up bastions of greatness.
Teachers of a subject we fail to grasp
Have actions and words for our learning-
It is the fortification of youth and moderate
Measures are concocted for display.
Students of milk and honey are mostly animals
That graze quickly and slowly,
That fear those elements frying,
Dismaying those further elements.
We do eat of overwhelming chances,
The meat of a grazing animal is like ivory
Of an elephant’s tusk for the poacher,
But for us it carries banquets upon banquets.
Man must learn how to eat,
How to make a shadow and learn from books;
We either forget or forgive
And we also relive the past of its graveness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Spend Time With Someone Equally Experienced
Wanting the best quality of life,
One can get...
Seems an outdated desire these days.
Especially when the having of things and money,
Is associated with acquiring happiness and contentment.
Turned into rubbish and trashed should be these thoughts.
Being able to purchase anything,
Has never brought into one's life a peace of mind.
Not a dime has been spent for it.
Unless a lottery win made the difference.
And in that case...
Some exceptions to the rules are made.
However...
Wanting the best quality of life,
One can get...
Should not be an option.
A preference,
Or a choice one makes after weeding through the spice and variety...
Life is 'rumored' to bring with an attachment of joy.
But...
It does seem,
That adventuring from one's comfort zone...
Eventually pinpoints a basicness of a life lived,
Is ultimately wished.
With a desire to spend time with someone equally experienced.
Freeing one to enjoy instead of find explanation,
For every little thing that is witnessed.
Or listening to someone complain about bugs flying around,
While strolling leisurely through a forest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Stepping Out
Woke up this morning blues around my head
No need to ask the reason why
Went to the kitchen and lit a cigarette
Blew my worries to the sky
Im stepping out
Im stepping out
Im stepping out
Im stepping out
If it dont feel right you dont have to do it
Just leave a message on the phone and tell them to screw it
After all is said and done you cant go pleasin everyone
So screw it...
Im stepping out
Im stepping out
Im stepping out baby
Im stepping out
Babys sleeping the cats have all been blessed
Aint nothing doing on tv (summer repeats)
Put on my space suit I got to look my best
Im going out to do the city
Im stepping out
Im stepping out
Im stepping out babe
Im stepping out (boogie)
Im stepping out (hold it down)
Im stepping out
Im stepping out
Gotta gotta gotta gotta get out
Im stepping out babe
Just awhile
Aint been out for days...
song performed by by Lennon John
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Unbelievable News
Most people wont accept blame,
For something that they have purposely done.
Even in the midst of the act of it,
They will fault and accuse someone else.
And from both sides of their mouths.
Unable to admit they have planted seeds of destruction,
Are the ones sitting in positions today...
Denying their participation,
In the chipping away of that which once had value.
To say how quickly standards are eroding.
And it doesn't matter what kind of relationship,
One declares is dissolving.
The odds are not in their favor if they are heard,
To be backstabbing anyone to then declare...
'I wish someone would tell me what is going on! '
~Of course I am no authority on these matters,
But I would think it has something to do...
With those actions you had taken in the past,
And the ones you have just done.~
'When had a wee bit of exaggeration to embellish,
With just a tad of spreading innocent rumors...
Ever brought harm to anyone?
They are not 'real' lies but the twisting of truths.
For entertaining purposes.
I am not the only one that does it.'
~I'm shocked.
Really?
This is unbelievable news.
Let me find those whose lives you've destroyed,
To tell them they have reasons now to rejoice.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once It Arrives
'My beliefs and restrictions.
Those thoughts I kept,
That brought upon me an isolation.
And my obsession with fear and death! '
Why are you doing that now?
'There is nothing about them valued.
Not a solid single thing!
Now I appreciate what freedom means.
And the clarity it brings! '
What do you think it means?
'Stepping out of a box I tried to fit in.
Observing those crushed against each other...
Trying to impress themselves.
With manifested nonsense.
And ridding myself of those thing's
That do not provide my sustained peace of mind.'
But that is not happiness.
You need things to make you happy!
I know I do.
'No!
I needed those things for pretentious reasons.
But when I discovered my peace of mind...
I knew immediately to get rid of a whole lot of 'stuff'!
And leaving that with attitudes with bitterness behind.
OH! So...
You value that more than anything?
'Yes!
Once it arrives...
There is nothing like it!
You will find yourself removing everything,
That makes it feel uncomfortable!
Everything!
That's how determined I am to keep it!
So I hope you are not here to test me?
I can become vicious when it comes to protecting it.'
But,
I can't see a thing!
'I said...
I can become 'vicious' when it comes to protecting it.
Should I show you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Value Society
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values, coolness, calmness and peace
values, coolness, calmness and peace
values, coolness, calmness and peace
values, coolness, calmness and peace
values, coolness, calmness and peace
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In Times Of War
Of all what is done in times of war!
Tell, fell, knell, well, cell, dell, hell, jell, quell, sell, and yell;
But the windows of the heavens are watching us all.
Of all what is done in times of war!
Bow, sow, how, now, wow, tow, cow, low, row, vow;
And like the negative minds of the people around us,
But we will all be judged one day.
Of all what is done in times of war!
Mind, find, wind, hind, kind, rind, bind;
But why kill your neighbour when we need peace?
Of all what is done in times of war!
Tore, sore, bore, more, lore, core, fore, gore, pore, wore, yore;
But the windows of the heavens are watching us.
Of all what is done in times of war!
Fuel, cruel, duel, gruel;
But who bore you and brought you forth? ! !
For the bombs you are throwing will not bring us peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Screw It All
Screw the World
Screw my friends
Screw the lies that never end
Screw my mom
Screw my dad
Screw the way I feel sad
Screw my teachers
Screw my school
Screw the life of one man's rule
Screw my clothes
Screw my nose
All it is is a fake pose
Screw my body
Screw my face
Screw all the parts below my waist
Screw your life
And Screw mine
Screw the rich who drink and dine
Screw the poor
Screw the sick
All it is is a load of gick
Screw my money
Screw my car
Oh my God, I'm so sick of it all!
poem by Artemis Zeus
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Nothing of This Will Last
When I can walk around you completely naked.
That's the kind of love I want to have.
When I tell you truths...
And you can take not faking it!
That's the kind of love I want to have.
If I can be there close to you.
Closer than anyone you know or knew.
And we could come to do this...
Feeling all of our hopes have come true.
That's the kind of love I'd like to have with you.
When I awake not quite nice...
Refusing last night to hold you tight.
And watching you tolerate me to prevent a fight.
Storm away from you a few times I did do...
To return and apologize!
As I wipe tears of forgiveness from your eyes.
The eyes that captures my heart all the time!
Until that happens...
Let us slowly build that climb!
That's the kind of love I want to have!
There when I wake up...
And when good luck drops me on my butt!
That's the kind of love I want to have.
A union dressed up in vows.
If allowed!
And 'if' you can't have me like this,
Completely naked as I am...
Then what is the point of us being here?
No love like that stays strong and stands!
Nothing of this unresisting will last...
If I can not feel free being with you,
Totally bare ass.
And nothing of this unresisting stays,
If your intentions constantly plays!
Nothing of this will last.
Because that's the kind of love,
I had in my past!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flowers In The Hall
Flowers in your hall, you always liked the colours
And you were that kind of sunshine.
Tears in your eyes, not for you but for others
You were that kind of beauty.
Love in your heart, you made even me feel wanted
Brought dreams back again
I could never emulate that kindness
You saved this life before leaving
You will always be standing in my mind woman
Always.
poem by Kevin East
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Blues In My Mind
Fred rose
I ought to hate you for these blues in my mind
What makes me love you, am I losing my mind?
I wonder where Im gonna wind up
I just cant make my crazy mind up
Too many kisses brought me too many tears
Tears that Ill carry with me all through the years
Im just the broken hearted kind
Worrying blues in my mind
Im going crazy with these blues in my mind
How can you just keep on confusing my mind?
Youve got a jealous air about you
Maybe Im better off without you
Still I cant make my heart believe that its true
Trouble with me is having trouble with you
Im just the broken hearted kind
Worrying blues in my mind
Worrying blues in my mind
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Hopeless Dreamer
The night air brings a chill
As I gaze at the sky
Hopeless dreamer, hopeless romantic
Always waiting....that is I
The quiet night reaches in
And stirs my soul, silence needed
Sets my mood, desired peace
Calmness has succeeded
My mind free to wonder
My heart free to feel
Peace of mind I've found
And it seems so surreal
All the nights I've laid alone
Staring into the dark
I've wondered how to free myself
On a new journey to embark
Tonight, there is only good
As my peace settles in
Only looking forward
Not thinking of where I've been
A new outlook on life...
As I take it day by day
Finding myself again
A real smile to display
A beautiful night, star filled sky
That waited right outside
Called to me to come and feel again
And the beauty it would provide
I swear....what a night to behold
And one I'll always recall
Hopeless dreamer, hopeless romantic
Yes....but aren't we all?
poem by Terry Biscamp
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Lotus Notes
I sit composed.
Lotus in position.
With a disposition relaxed.
After my senses have been taxed,
By routines of a life I allow to attack!
But once I 'want' to shed...
All that noise that others attract,
From a constant rat race
I'd rather pack in a sack.
And leave it behind where it was at!
I sit in quietness...
To get myself on a silent track!
Soaking up a peace that comes to stroke...
With an ease to my body, mind and eyes!
Energized I become inside.
Receiving a comfort that invokes,
A calmness within that arrives to free.
Just for me as a mind 'massage'.
Without a single jolt to provoke.
No teasing here of a ménage à trois!
Letting it grow to enlarge.
Comes my soothing lotus notes!
Taking me over.
As I willfully acknowledge this...
And let this bliss take charge!
Without any stress as I am mentally free,
To float unburden by emotional duress!
This kind of aloneness,
Uncontested is best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Say You Will
Something in you brought out something in me that Ive never been since
That part of me that was only for you, that kind of romance
Cause only once that kind of love, that kind of fever dance
That you love because you become someone else in an instant
Say you will, say you will
Give me one more chance
At least give me time to change your mind
That always seems to heal the wounds
If I can get you to dance
Something in you put a hold on my heart
Hard to believe now
Here is a place that will never be dark
I remember that place
That kind of touch
Electricity of love
That certain kind of grace
That you love because you become someone else in an instant
Chorus
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Who Really Benefits the Most
Those who seek to humiliate others
By finding ways to undermine their characters
With youthful sick tricks...
Hoping no one will discover,
They have been behind all of it!
Will find themselves eventually the victim.
Since there is a higher consciouness,
Aware of all of this slanderous mischief!
And in these days we live,
It does not pay to give into temptations
That deceive.
One never knows who really benefits the most,
From being chosen as the one...
Selected to become victimized!
Actions done to undermine...
Are returned to unravel the doer's mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Did The Best They Could
Those who say,
They can not understand...
Why their children lack respect and discipline,
Will always say they did the best they could...
To raise them to be good children.
But the teaching to them to be responsble men,
And women accountable for their actions?
Well...many with children are too busy,
Wanting their children to see them as their friends.
And not examples of adults to set for them.
'And...
How many children do you have? '
None.
'OH?
And you think you can speak on this,
From a position of authority? '
No.
I speak from a position of having peace of mind.
I will never be envious of those emotionally manipulated,
For the rest of their lives.
However...
I have often wanted grandchildren.
'But...
Wouldn't you have to have children FIRST? '
And that one 'detail' alone...
Is the reason why,
I chose to keep my peace of mind.
'It's never too late you know? '
Didn't you just hear me say,
I chose to keep my peace of mind,
Over sitting in a prison cell for the rest of my life?
'No.
I didn't hear that last statement.'
It came to me quickly as a vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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