Tweaked and Sweetened Monologues
Spotlights are not used,
To coverup blemishes...
Kept masked and perfected in shadows.
When one chooses to appear centerstage,
There is no where to hide...
A masquerading and aging charade.
A flaw preferred to be left unseen...
Is lifted from muscles twitched,
As soon as that spotlight switch
Removes all the darkness...
That had limited visions to see.
And soliloquies rehearsed...
With purposes to please,
By the use of intensed and sweetened...
Tearjerking tweaked monologues,
Will not bring satisfaction to all witnessing.
Trained liars in performances stale and routine...
Reciting lines to convince from a dated script,
Without heart or feelings connected to it.
Are often booed and shown the exit!
Especially when the audience
Has been charged a higher price...
To observe someone they paid to give them sweat.
And the one expected to produce...
Could care less if they were there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standing Or Dancing Under Spotlight
Why aren't you dancing under the spotlight?
Why not dazzle the audience,
With that side of your talents?
'I am sitting here amazed,
How that light can beam centerstage...
And all I want to do is to observe it! '
Why?
'It just occurred to me...
I've never sought spotlight.
And there it is as if teasing.'
Aren't you tempted to bask in it?
'Not at all.
Immediately I would get bored with it.'
Why?
'People would expect me to want to be,
Under it all the time.
Waiting for me to entertain them somehow.
And nothing bores me more than routine.
I am more interested to know...
How someone who controls that spotlight,
Maintains such patience...
Following someone with such ego,
Who seems to want that light on them all the time!
I bet that person has an interesting conversation.'
I never thought about that!
'Me either.
Not until I began to smell that peach cobbler.
Can you smell it? '
Yeah!
Yeah I can!
'When was the last time saw anyone,
Standing under spotlight eating?
Anything? '
Performers aren't allowed to eat onstage.
'On stage?
Performers aren't expected to eat, period.
And...
I want a taste of that pie.
Standing or dancing under spotlight,
Is the furthest thing from my mind! '
Let's go see how much of it is left.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spicy With A Little Bit Of Raunch
I am not a rumor.
Nor am I a page from a script,
To overdo as rehearsed.
I am who I am with no excuses,
To create on the spot or make up...
With a hiding of my flaws.
I have been through too much in my life,
To solicit from anyone an attention to me given.
I am motivated and obsessed by initiative I can't rid.
I am not a rumor.
Although some told on me I have heard are very good.
Spicy with a little bit of raunch.
Nor am I a page from a script.
I live to adventure and not to be limited.
And rehearsed?
I offend too many who are pretentious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Annoy In Incognito
Why would anyone,
Go out of their way to get attention?
Then charade in masquerade,
To annoy in incognito?
What satisfaction could this coverup get?
This is similar to one who brags,
About the act of taking daily showers.
But keeps it secret...
Is actually the one afraid to get wet!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Risk Taken Unforgotten For The Archives
To split or not split wrists...
Seems to be such a self indulging understaking.
However...
It is the taking of risks,
And witnessing others stirred up in fits...
That eliminates the wish to end one's existence.
To privately decide to say goodbye to life...
Is so anti-climatic.
If one is seeking drama...
There is nothing like taking centerstage,
With spotlight.
And giving those in attendance,
The best mooning you can do!
With that done...
Will indeed become,
A risk taken unforgotten for the archives.
And one,
If the spotlight hits right...
Will not offend,
But achieve the attention sought!
And maybe a round of applause...
If what is seen has been deemed attractive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Adjusting Under Spotlight
With all the ammunition at one's disposal,
To attack.
Why would someone hold back from doing it?
Especially to allow a known liar,
To take centerstage and portray a lack of facts.
'It is easier to let an attentive audience,
See for themselves someone adjusting under spotlight.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Time Has Played a Factor In Obtaining Knowledge
I've been forced to deal with 'aspects' of reality,
Most of my life.
And most of my life,
Never did I have wishes to flaunt a notoriety.
Or a skill I've obtained.
IF I was blessed or cursed to achieve it.
My folks had a 'thing' about being down to Earth.
I've never rehearsed what I've had to say to anyone.
Unless a 'character' I created while acting from a script...
Was prepared to light fire to a stage.
And I enunciated using every bit of tongue and lips.
With a throwing of my voice.
If I had to!
I've been trained in all of this!
And I was there to mesmerize!
Ready with emotions emoted under spotlight.
Not holding back one bit with a riveting performance.
Worthy of the attention given.
I learned early in life to know the difference,
Between 'acting' and being free of disguise.
Unfortunately,
Those who are not disciplined to know the 'art'
Of this skill...
Perceive it quite easy to steal scenes,
From a professional...
Who makes that look simple enough to do!
Oh no!
This is much more than a Halloween trick,
For untreated fools.
When time has played a factor in obtaining knowledge,
Identity 'and' confidence...
This,
Has to be shown to avoid further misunderstandings.
And these moments occur when others become upset...
Realizing I am the one directing them to the exit!
Exposing this ability to some for the first time.
And surprising a few,
Who had not witnessed this from their point of view before.
Just how qualified I am at what I do.
And how best to get it done to avoid any waste of movement.
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Note: 'For the Housekeeper
'It's time for answers!
Too many questions long evaded.
These 'requests' have been conveniently swept...
Under rugs hiding steep inclines!
To cross would now put one in jeopardy,
And suspect!
These answers faked, rehearsed and debated,
Has caused dropping jaws,
To find new ways to express versions of contempt!
The choice is not to voice it for purposes to disrupt.
They are in shock,
The game of charades actually mocked their grandeur.
How insulting to receive these sabotaging actions.
From those who gained 'points' for achieving satisfactions.
Not a hint of backstabbing appeared in their eyes...
That's why this revelation has caught them by surprise,
With dropped jaws!
Too much has begun to leak from the front and backdoors.
And nothing they choose to do
Approaches the realities of Earth's atmosphere.
It is clear they are out of touch.
And out of...something they lack,
That can bring back a more fulfilling taste!
With all that has happened...
And with everyone in full acknowledgement,
Of using their brains...
What 'glorious' miracle would come to dazzle our visions,
If those brains came with thoughts?
Even replacing 'idiotic' ones will do.
Anything to get over this 'towering' mess...
To get over debris from cocktail trips that were left.
And in the kitchen where they meet,
To share sweetened delusions...
Sweep every bit of trash under their feet!
Greet them to the exit and make sure they leave! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Paid Under The Table
Getting praise does not make one pretty.
No matter how great one's talents.
Or longevity in the spotlight.
However...
One with money and looks like a moose,
Could convince anyone getting paid under the table...
That they are an Easter Bunny masquerading as Halle Berry.
And deserving to be featured on the cover of Playboy Magazine.
With the exposure of their 'gifts'.
Someone with money or the capability to make it,
And narcissistic too?
Can not be told they do not possess natural beauty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Realization
Realization.
There is 'something' honest,
And truthful about its presentation.
Somehow...
All enclosures are sealed.
Exposed exits do not exists.
Escapes of all kinds are gone.
Devalued are right or wrong conceptions.
Mysteries are lifted.
Plans to use remnants of deceptions,
Have diminished in mental investments.
A reduced satisfaction to induce 'myths'...
Produce tears for some.
There is no where to run.
Or places to hide backbiting divisions.
Backstabbing wishes are missing.
Reasons for existing have many flustered.
Rehearsing bitterness,
Has lost its tit-for-tat power.
Realization has developed,
Both in and outside incisions...
To heighten consciousness.
Racists excuses have lost their use.
Relief for those grieving restricted comforts,
To return...
Exposes pretensions.
Traditions inflicting a separateness fades.
Blemishes and insecurities are bared.
We are all in the presence of realization.
Giving it our undivided attention!
Nappy, Straight, corn-rowed or dread heads...
With blond, brown or shades of eyes witnessing,
Find themselves up and beyond such pettiness!
A magnitude of 'supreme' intelligence embraces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unleash It From Its Cage
That variety of life that you are,
Unleash it from its cage.
Those expectations unsatisfied,
By restricting limits!
Why do people invite...
A lesser appetite of life.
The abundance that Mother Nature has shown,
To be known as a given.
Is under utilized.
Why do those prefer to hide...
Following with a focused-ness,
Fixed upon another's...
Footsteps,
That may or may not appear to glide.
From shadows come out,
To be whoever you are.
If you've decided to shine in light...
Why are you still in rehearsal?
Pacing back and forth as if...
You are afraid of the audience.
They have no clue,
As to which lines learned belong to you.
That variety of life that you are,
Unleash it from its cage.
Turn and read a new chapter.
Those you have already read...
Need not your current routine to relive them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Spent On The Hype
Even after all of the performances are done.
And the expense spent on the hype,
Leaves no one in the audience excited.
Or feeling their appetites have been satisfied.
The curtain on the stage will come down.
And the spotlight will be turned off.
As reviews the next day will be read.
Prescriptions will be filled.
And medications will be taken.
Even after all of the performances are done.
No one will be convinced,
Their reality lived has been truthfully represented.
Or the expense spent on the hype,
Will deliver to anyone a dividend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Crows
Darkness and light, wrong and right
thoughts bleed and dissolve, dreams evolve
paper and smoke, churn and stroke
prayers drip like sweat, slavery and debt
White trash fires, unholy liars
truth falls off the edge, desire walks the ledge
political drugs, who picks the judge
hammers of fear, moments lost to years
Graves open and close, nuclear rose
black shadows turn, pages crumple and burn
lightning or gunfire, stakes higher and higher
death clock chimes, wind thru the pines...
black crows on the lines... black crows on the lines...
Mothers crying and cold, babies bought and sold
welfare Cadillacs, anxiety attacks
trailor tub meth, lonesome last breath
kneeling by the bed, prayers for the dead
Runaways lost, who pays the cost
nursing home ghosts, headstones and posts
pictures turning yellow, goodbyes and hellos
people folded and spent, no messengers sent...
Graves open and close, nuclear rose
black shadows turn, pages crumple and burn
lightning or gunfire, stakes higher and higher
death clock chimes, wind thru the pines...
black crows on the lines... black crows on the lines...
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Made To Lie
It's late again
Across the bar her night just began
Her search will end
She spots her tonight friend, but then
She's been made to lie
She's out of the airwaves and into the spotlight
She can't make it right
There's got to be some way to bring back her first sight
She woke up alone
While he slept she took off for home
Left a note by the phone
No number or name to be shown, but then
She's been made to lie
She's out of the airwaves and into the spotlight
She can't make it right
There's got to be some way to bring back her first sight
Day to night
Never ending fight
Trapped forever alone
She's been made to lie
She's out of the airwaves and into the spotlight
She can't make it right
There's got to be some way to bring back her first sight
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Getting Down and Funky, Staying Low and Earthy
The first time I made attempts,
To be mature and endure those who weren't.
In my neighborhood,
Of aging children.
My attempts did not work.
In fact they provoked those who chose,
To remain irresponsible.
And had not yet been introduced,
To accountability.
Something they accuse others for not doing.
You know.
Those and them,
Who are suppose to care about us.
More than we care for and about ourselves.
Those conversations are still used to convince,
The many loitering around playgrounds.
Seeking to play their familiar games.
Today with age and maturity experienced.
I come into contact with those refusing to make sense.
Those who believe life is a telling of an endless joke.
And laugh at the keeping of their insecurities hidden,
Behind masks that change with fashionable fads.
And I observe their children who are no longer 'kids'.
Many are limited to an ignorance lived.
And they are raising their offspring to disrespect.
As I witness those of us now elders.
Doing our best to break a sweat,
Getting down and funky.
Staying low and Earthy.
As if this is an investment we hand over to a future.
With expectations that a quality of life diminishing,
Will deliver us to a consciousness to grasp overnight.
There's not enough praying on knees that can be done,
To awaken those with nothing but time and lives to waste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strike Up The Band
Strike up the band.
Do not permit us for another moment to sit.
You have already persisted...
You are the maestro of your gifts!
So strike up that band.
Come forward and produce your talents.
We insist.
At least reveal the evidence,
You have 'it' and they exist.
Too many have serviced us with lip.
And you have staged an entrance,
With...
Wishes from us to see you exit through it.
Take the baton in your hand.
And lead us through...
How your hard work and sacrifice,
With a mix of sweat and paid dues...
Has developed with an appetite,
That will inspire and delight too!
And prove you are worthy,
To command with deed.
Or leave the spotlight...
That feeds more of your ego,
Than any initiative given.
And this is not perceived.
It is a vivid observation.
You appear the only one here,
Who can not 'see'!
So strike up that band.
Too many are serious.
And prepared they are...
To take a stand!
Command what you have.
Or leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Wish to Fill a Vacancy
How did I stop what?
Aging?
As Long as I live and breathe...
Doing 'that' by anyone today,
You can say is an impossibility.
However...
I have stopped seeking aggravation.
And sharing with others,
Headaches they could not wait
To dump updated complaints to relate.
I've stopped sitting to get return calls...
I placed to those,
Who had forgotten I had called at all.
I have made myself number one on my priority list.
And no longer dismiss my own happiness.
That is probably what you now see in me!
An attitude I don't hestitate to give and leave...
In a belief I should please others I care about,
Who have shown me they could care less...
If I am down and out.
Or mugged or mauled,
As I lay half dead on one knee as I crawled.
There is nothing like being shown,
Who has what or who on their minds and when!
That removes wrinkles and stops a frown,
From taking up residency on my face and skin!
And that is probably what you see.
An absence of that.
With no wish to fill a vacancy!
'I 'hope' God reminds me to just say 'hello'
The next time I bump into you.
Have a great day!
And 'who' should 'we' thank...
That you have no 'ego' in the way? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Care For The Elderly - A Conference
They gather in the Greeting Place
A smaller flock than once expected
Still elated - out from work and office
All around - the empty space
Is pressing on the keen - collected
Taking pointers - out from work and office
Inside the hall there is small trace
Of anyone to ‘stand corrected'
They're all working - inside work and office
Still curtains drift - in finest lace
The certain eyes not disaffected
Hide behind the lace of work and office
And speakers high in group embrace
Speak on and clap in unelected
Fluffy tones of every Higher Office
The higher speakers high disgrace
Is hid below their undetected
Lack of use - their waste of work and office
In keening grief - tears hid from face
A speaker - practical - affected
Brings human life within their work and office
And human thoughtfulness will base
Its Older Care on need selected
From that shown - away from work and office
Its time to fix he High and chase
By methods certain - unsuspected
Out form power - out from work and office
Foregather - follow to their base
See them - incestuous - connected
By wires unseen - inside work and office
27Mar2011 CPR
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Stage Fright
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did,
They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame,
Since that day he aint been the same.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
Ive got fire water right on my breath
And the doctor warned me I might catch a death.
Said, you can make it in your disguise,
Just never show the fear thats in your eyes.
See the man with the stage fright,
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
He got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
Now if he says that hes afraid,
Take him at his word.
And for the price that the poor boy has paid,
He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh.
Your brow is sweatin and your mouth gets dry,
Fancy people go driftin by.
The moment of truth is right at hand,
Just one more nightmare you can stand.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm,
You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm,
Please dont make him stop, hmm hmm,
Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm,
Let him start all over again.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Grateful For This Consciousness
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
Bold and unafraid to speak,
About exposed injustices...
I observe on urban streets!
I realize my connection
Is linked within me deep.
I am so much a part of this,
So much I am restless...
And I can not sleep!
Told of limitations born
Upon my heritage.
Given statistics I am shown
To keep my thoughts negative!
But I am more,
Than flesh one sees of color.
My feelings are genuinely fused...
And these abusing views,
Of my brother being used
Bestows no peace,
on my mind...
Like some others!
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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