Unable To Escape
Unable to escape...
From their own insecurities,
There are many who enjoy...
Victimizing others,
To cover themselves...
From being detected.
And the tactics they use,
Can be from one extreme to the other.
Some employ religious zeal.
And some rely on embellishments,
As exceptions applied...
To their own rules of survival.
We all are moving in a fast pace,
Towards a new day of revelations.
And who we are,
With those hidden deep insecurities...
Are going to be revealed as if on display,
By those who have come face to face with self.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As a Running Away Keeps a Faster Pace
Insecurities fed and kept,
Rely upon something or someone...
To enable the continuance of their dependency.
And achieving levels of annoyance,
Is condoned by those who are convinced...
Those with needless insecurities,
Are victims of a cruelty...
They themselves did not create or invent!
And a protection of this mental illness...
Satisfies and hides exaggerated deceptions.
With a healing that should have taken place,
Never to happen,
As a running away keeps a faster pace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patience Given
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Patience given to a child,
Learning when and how to use a toilet.
Patience given to a child,
Going to school for the first time.
Patience given to a child,
Learning how to share.
Patience given to a child,
When left with a babysitter.
Patience given to a child,
When learning the difference...
Between telling a lie and being honest.
Patience given to a child,
When being taught to be responsible.
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Extenuating exceptions beyond the call of reason,
Requires one to ignore with an ability...
That preserves a peace of mind one wishes,
To keep and maintain undisturbed...
By those who are,
Disturbed by their expectations to be exceptions...
To the rule.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Serving
Some people breathe to feed their insecurities.
And not face them head on.
But tolerate them...
As if to cover up arms,
By putting them through shirt sleeves.
And dress up these insecurities...
As if to adorn like ornaments!
To gain approval from others,
Who themselves believe...
This is as easy as discussing,
Their prescribed medications.
Or sermons preached!
To relieve and comfort after taking remedies...
For illnesses such as high cholesterol.
While all declare an abstinence,
From self serving small town gossip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Refuse To Say Anything About It
I am 'not' going to say anything,
About 'anyone' and their insecurities.
It is pointless to keep harping upon them,
When those who have them are clearly possessive.
And who am I to mention who is insecure?
You know what I'm saying?
Who gave me the right to perceive,
Those with insecurities feed upon them.
With a seeking of others,
To defend their weaknesses.
And that is one of the reasons,
I refuse to say anything about it.
I'm sure people with insecurities,
Know they've got them.
'Well,
I am glad you didn't bring it up for discussion.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best to Be Cautious
Some folks believe they benefit,
By protecting their insecurities.
As if they are hidden.
And others can not see.
Or know those insecurities,
Have a life of their own.
And have been given the 'authority'
To express themselves!
And publicly breathe.
But when those insecurities,
Begin to plop on another's integrity...
There is no sense to defend them.
Feelings once spared,
Are no longer given a chance.
And egos become wounded.
And those romanced exaggerations,
About life...
Become stung,
By someone who intends to deliver...
A bitter nasty tongue done.
And there is no regret.
It is best to be cautious,
In these situations.
Especially when accusations,
Begin to sprout wings and fly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misfitness
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
You know you are too young for me.
Why do you tease?
What is it,
You wish me to reveal for you,
To see?
You introduce a misfitness to this.
Knowing our age differences...
Has me a little queasy.
And just a bit uneased.
You introduce a misfitness to this.
Why have you picked me,
To victimize and solicit!
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
You know you are too young for me.
Why do you tease?
What is it,
You wish me to reveal for you,
To see?
My willingness to strip naked?
With a promise your misfitness once given...
I can not resist and will miss.
After doing what is done on a firm mattress.
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
Introduced,
With applied misfitness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Your Enabler
I am not existing,
In pretense...
Your insecurities,
I will dismiss.
Nor will I come to understand,
With an acceptance to defend...
At my expense,
It is okay when you display...
Your way of living your life,
Does not get in my way!
I am not existing,
In pretense...
Your insecurities,
I will dismiss.
I am your friend!
Not your enabler to use and offend!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Face...
stay still, do not turn your face
to the extreme end, , , this is the right angle
i click the camera,
this is the side of happiness, keep your cool,
do not move, do not change the angle,
now, try moving to the extreme left,
this will be the same face, but the extreme one
on a 190 degree turn, shows the other
side of you, and this i will try to take too,
this face of sorrow,
this angle of lament, , , , you see, it is the same face
with just one turn, a little change,
at the extreme, i can see both of you...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Look How Limited And Dim That Point Of View Is
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Remember those cowboy and indian days.
And the cavalry lead by John Wayne...
Saved every studio making movies,
In old Hollywood.
And our sense of greatness,
Was raised to new heights.
We taught our picked enemies how to fight!
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And in denial many wont admit it in public.
As if their mindset does not reflect their ideals.
It does.
Any human being can feel the insignifance of it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Look how the punching of holes in a once floating boat,
Sinks it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And many just lay on the beach to tan.
Without knowing a thing about swimming!
Or which deeds to uphold in respect and demand.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And I'm just observing it.
Not passing judgement on this at all.
I choose not to stall my forward pace.
I choose to widen my perceptions...
As I move my mind into a broader space.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Played Secretly
There are those who use others,
To mask their insecurities.
As if in the doing,
They are protected and immuned...
From scrutiny.
With a continuing of victimizing,
In a declaration of their innocence.
And there are some,
Who extend to the ones like this...
An empathy.
Not knowing that they themselves,
Are being played like rooks to deploy.
Quicker than pawns to destroy,
By the ones choosing to create their own rules.
Believing the making of fools to be played secretly,
While keeping their activities...
Close to their chest to gain adulation,
Will keep them in the game to gain more attention.
And ultimately they do.
But not for the reasons they pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The uncommon to be common
There are exceptions to rules.
When exceptions exceeds in use,
Rules relegate to exceptions
And exceptions stay as rules.
The uncommon one frequenting,
The common one is replaced
By the uncommon to be common.
Marriage is soon to be uncommon.
25.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How Much To Me That Is Meant
Where would I be...
If you were not near to remind me,
I am loved.
And I know that to be true,
When together I am with you.
Where would I be...
If no one was there to listen,
Even sometimes to disagree.
And I display weakness born from insecurities.
And there you are with encouragement!
You have no idea how much to me that is meant.
I have those days that come to gnaw on my strength.
Those days that come to drain my good intentions.
I sometimes betray the attention I am given...
In selfish ways that stay not to go away.
Only to awaken to feel blessed and grateful.
Where would I be...
If you were not near to remind me,
I am loved.
And I know that to be true,
When together I am with you.
Where would I be...
If no one was there to listen,
Even sometimes to disagree.
And I display weakness born from insecurities.
And there you are with encouragement!
You have no idea how much to me that is meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unable To Keep From Looking Back
Unable to face facts...
Is an unfortunate mindset to have,
When all foundations of the past...
Are being revealed to have cracks.
Every question one can ask,
Can today be traced to the truth.
And every denial one offers back,
Slips from a validity needlessly pursued.
The few amongst the many,
Feeling to be at peace with themselves...
Without the need for traps,
Also have a need to isolate from those...
Who stubbornly refuse,
To accept with belief these times we are at.
Unable to face facts.
Unable to keep from looking back.
Unable to shake away hours from a yesterday.
And...
Unable to say a grip held tightly,
Begins to fade and to drift away...
From one's existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mind Will Not Allow You To Escape
Don't ever use me to lie,
To defend your insecurities.
My integrity,
Is not appreciative of that.
Do not get yourself entrapped,
By the use of those acts.
You will not enjoy the outcome,
If done! And that is a fact.
Or the consequences,
I decide to apply.
That turn the other cheek business?
God knows I have a problem,
In the doing of it!
My mind will not allow you,
To escape unscathed.
As if what you have done to me,
Has my endorsement.
And is okay!
It isn't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust A Fox
Dolly leans on perfect display
This fox is a vulture make no mistake
The day's are gone when I should come to this
End of my day nothing but grey
You'd cut your face up as soon as say hello
You'd cut your face as soon as say hello
I'd cut your face up as soon as say hello
I'll cut your face as soon as say as soon as say as soon as say
Hello
Dolly leans on perfect display
Now I need no excuse up and away
Trust me trust a fox a silly thing to do
I want your blood I'm an Englishman
You'll cut your face up as soon as say hello
I'll cut your face as soon as say hello
You'll cut your face up as soon as say hello
I cut your face as soon as say as soon as say as soon as say
Hello
Ha!
I'll cut your face up as soon as say hello
I cut your face as soon as say hello
I'll cut your face up as soon as say hello
I cut your face as soon as say as soon as say as soon as say
Hello
As soon as say hello
As soon as say hello
As soon as say hello
As soon as say hello
You'd cut your face up as soon as say hello
You'd cut your face as soon as say hello
I'll cut your face up as soon as say hello
I cut your face as soon as say as soon as say as soon as say
Hello
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Garage Flower
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fueled For Houston
I missed all my calls this morning
The coffee may still be burning
Im in a yellow taxi racing down to lax
Boy youll be next? I cant wait.
(Im moving around, moving around...)
Im ready baby, ready baby, yeah
Im moving around and I want to get down
Im on my way
Chorus:
The jet is fueled for houston
Im coming for you, for you, for you
I didnt bring my enemies or my worries
Im on my way to you
The pilot says were climbing
I can feel the engines burning
And it wont be long til I get down to texas yes
The wild wild west
Im on my way.
(movinaround) Im ready baby, ready baby, yeah
Im moving around and I want to get down, I moving around
Im on my way
(chorus)
Movin at a real fast pace, dont wanna slow down
Movin at a real fast pace, dont wanna slow down
Movin at a real fast pace, dont wanna slow down, til I see your face.
(movin around) Im ready baby, ready baby yeah
Im moving around and I want to get down
Im on my way...aaaahhhh
(chorus)
I dont have any bags, just get me off this plane!
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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An Absence of Patience
No one has to guess,
As to who is selfish.
It is in their conversations...
That show an absence of patience,
Or comprehension done.
They are the ones talking about themselves,
With detected insecurities.
Often they are judgemental.
And they embellish their responsibilities.
Freely given.
They will do for others,
And let people know they do.
And what it is...
And how what they do gets done.
To sacrifice and bestow their lives...
So no one can deny,
They are, indeed...
The center of the show for everyone.
Especially for those who may not know.
With hidden jealousies involved!
Somewhere embedded...
From a dysfunction regretted.
Set in masquerades that charade.
And nothing is done from sincerity.
They want the full attention.
Even if that means...
Degrading someone else's abilities.
In between their performances seen.
And this they do quite often,
With unsolicited appeal demanded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Bump of This Internal Ride
So much of myself has grown.
From depths of solitude known...
But left to go unquestioned.
Left to accept what had been said,
But never confirmed.
So much of myself has grown.
When on my own I sought to learn...
To face insecurities.
And not claim them as personal property,
To rid and live life with discovered excitement.
Freed...
To enjoy,
Every bump of this internal ride!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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