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Unsolicited

Without the advantage,
And benefits...
That do not overnight come,
One's intended physical regimen...
Will more than likely,
Will be something not to be done.

And an absence of discipline,
To initiate motivation...
Seldom begins,
Without a doing.

But those committed to wining and dining,
Will find the time to spend...
Making arrangements for them.
And this says one thing about priorities set.
They have been effectively placed,
To make the best excuses.

And the best of excuses do come,
Unsolicited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses

Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses

song performed by by Ginuwine
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Priorities To Keep As They Are Kept

I don't care what that's about.
To argue what it shouldn't be.
Or what's been said by who...
Between the 'he-said-she-sayers'.
That's their investment.
Not mine.

And I am not the one to pass judgement,
Or find time to do it.
However...
Maybe one day they will find,
The decisions that they have made...
Brought no benefits to their advantage.
Who knows?

I am grateful to have taken chances,
With faith that is still in place.
I know what that's about.
What I am about.
And how I've been tested.
With a healing done,
From mental and physical wounds.
Those experiences are vivid.

No one can accuse me of not being pleasant,
When I exit from their presence.
And to protect my peace of mind,
My exits have become more and more graceful...
As I age knowing my priorities.
And priorities to keep as they are kept?
I know what that's about to not doubt it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes Desire

It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!

Demanding one be patient,
With self first and others too!
And none of this includes spending time in denial.
Sometimes a little blood has to drop.
To get folks to start believing in themselves.

This should be easier than it is!
But...
So many give up.
And become discouraged.

And discouragement can be found anywhere.
As long as there are those who seek weaknesses,
And defeat expressed from others.
They will be there.
Cheering this on.
To keep their fears dependent...
And giving them a sense of belonging.

It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
And to pull away with strength,
From those who would prefer
To keep the state of one's mind weak!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observation Says It

Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.

Give me eye contact on this one please!

How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?

Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.

When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.

After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.

When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.

Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!

Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.

'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '

If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.

People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?

That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.

If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Minimal Of Effort To Convince

Isn't it easier to accuse another,
With the finding of excuses done...
For that which we do to initiate,
Than it is to step forward...
Without the presence of a safety net.
Or running behind those we 'contaminate'...
Who are willing to defend us and protect.

Isn't it easier to accuse anyone for that matter,
With a making up of excuses done on a daily basis...
For what it is we do that we implement consciously,
As long as we know...
We can fool anyone to buy anything,
From us we bring to them to sell...
With a minimal of effort to convince we are innocent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Are So Creative

When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.

Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.

And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Its Right Perspective

Those who look for flaws will find them!
Those looking to be inspired,
Will feel encouraged.
Feeling to be freed of making excuses,
Brings them peace.

I don't make excuses.
My flaws are for anyone to see.
I do not write to keep them hidden.
Nor do I flaunt my power.

Everything here,
Is in its right perspective.
And I've known that...
For quite awhile now!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have Chosen to Mend and Heal

Even if I did have some time,
I'd make sure I had none,
For you.
Not a second would I spend,
Listening to you weep through...
Selected excuses.
While you rip apart my heart!

We're no longer kids on a swing,
Chasing each other around the playground...
After dark.
One of us refuses to grow up.
And the other is a sucker!
Trying to prevent another mothering.

Even if I did have some time,
I'd make sure I had none,
For you.
Not a second would I spend,
Listening to you weep through...
Selected excuses.
While you rip apart my heart!

What happened to your 'new' relationship?
The one you left me to start a 'serious' life with.
Isn't that what you said to me?
As both of you laughed,
To leave me pleading!

I don't have enough energy to despise you.
Nor am I the least bit curious.
Why you appear here and I am not furious.

Even if I did have some time,
I'd make sure I had none,
For you.
Not a second would I spend,
Listening to you weep through...
Selected excuses.
While you rip apart my heart!

I have chosen to mend and heal.
Not bend and kneel.
Remember how I did that and you laughed?

Those times with you,
Are in my past.

You taught me how to shiver and freeze.
And baby...
You will never see me thaw.
Even if you crawled and stopped breathing,
Instantly!
A melting would not take place.
That wouldn't happen.
What would?
A sealing of the windows and doors would be done.
And then I would turned off the lights.
With a whistling of a happy tune.

My cheeks,
Have been made raw...
From too much turning!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Go For Our Walk

A festive time they had.
Wining and dining,
And sipping on the best champagne.
The only complaints heard,
Were the hors d'oeuvres were late
In being served.
And the servants' shoes were not shined.

Times change overnight!
These same folks are finding themselves uptight.
Every dime that they had and their homes are gone.
Investments made and lives lived on good credit...
Came thundering to an end,
With the event for them was a freakish storm!

'Horace? Where's our money, dear? '

Horace snapped his mind...
When their 401k took a deep decline!
And the banks stopped all loans and credit...
As excuses for bankruptcy,
Bank executives could not find!

And the greatest of their pretensions,
Became as worthless as they saw those homeless!

Now the churches seem packed with redeemers...
But God does not control the mint!
And the demons who prayed to keep their lifestyles worshipped,
Suffer pain and hardships from their own decadence.

'Grandpa...
Why do you always keep your shoes shined? '

It's a reminder to keep myself respected.
And my steps grateful to be taken in simplicity.
Feeling blessed.

'I don't understand.'

You will one day.
Come on...
Let's go for our walk.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Game Ready Folks

Game ready folks,
Have a ridiculous response...
For every nonsensical mindless thing done,
They do.
As if strategically placed on paths to annoy,
For reasons to test...
Those taking their lives seriously.

If one listens to excuses that the elders make,
One no longer questions why the younger ones...
Disrespect and have no discipline.
Especially if an increase of immaturity,
Is shown to be expressed by those decades older...
Than elemenatry school aged children.

But a fool kept in practice never seems to wisen.
And the excuses used...
Prove,
One strapped with an enforced handicap...
Will always seek assistance from others,
To undermine another with their charm.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Hear Me?

Give you
Time?
To do what?

'To comprehend
What you are saying.'
And
You expect me to do what?
'Be patient.'
And in my patient waiting,
What from you can I expect?
'An attempt to understand.'

I tell you what
Why don't you make those attempts
To understand on your own time
And if you find me understanding
With a comprehension you have discovered
Not outdated by my continued journey
Of living life by taking chances
Without making excuses
To introduce myself to fresh experiences
'Perhaps' I may be struck by a bolt of motivation
That inspires me to listen with time given
Just to focus on you

'Oh?
So
What are you saying?
You are not willing to take the time?

So
What is it that you are saying?
You are not willing to take the time?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want

Don't want to spend my time, wishing you were here
Don't want to spend my time alone
Don't want to waste my life, dwelling on the past
Don't want to lock myself at home
'Cause I want, I need, nothing less than you
I want nothing else at all
Don't want to make excuses
Explaining it away
Just want to spend my time with you
Don't want to walk on ice
Don't want to live on edge
'Cause on the edge
I'm looking down
I want more, I want more
Don't want to spend my time
Wishing you were here
Don't want to spend my time alone

song performed by by Goldfinger
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Some Folks Find That Comforting

Anyone who tries to correct,
What they have already done...
Should be applauded for making the attempt.

Somehow my experiences,
Have assisted in my acquiring this philosophy...
I'm not going to spend a minute trying to correct,
What I have done.
It has been done.

However...
I will do the best I can,
To be more conscious of that which I am doing...
In the moment I am doing it,
As to not to wish to make changes,
To that which I've already done.
If in the doing of 'that' was a possibility.

In other words,
I am not living to make excuses for myself.
Some folks find that comforting.
I don't.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not a One

I don't accept excuses.
None.
Not a one.
Who do I think I am?
One that does not accept excuses.
Not a one.
Given.
Or forced to take on demand!
I don't accept excuses.
None will I take...
To receive.
Since I don't make them.
For you or anyone,
To believe!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This 'Thing' About Time

I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.

It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.

Being on time some define,
Is stated for the purpose to be on it and not late.
Others will take it and waste it as they see fit.
Not arriving before or on time at all.
Just to have another irritated losing patience...
Awaiting to hear an excuse someone makes.

I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.

It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.

And long past the hour,
Someone appears in an atmosphere...
That by the minute is getting sour.

And more time is spent,
Listening to inventive excuses...
Describing why they had not called,
To apologize at all.

I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
With no sign of respect...
To the one that is questioned,
Why is it they seem to be quite upset!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses

Why no one will help me
I am too dumb I am too smart
They'll not understand me
I am lonely
They'll hate me
And there is not enough time
It's too hard to help me
And god wants me to work
No resting no lazy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked in my own cell
I'm too far from home
It takes far too much energy
And I cannot afford to
No one will ever see me
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me blocked
They've kept me small
They've kept me safe inside my shell
Bringing this into the light
Shakes their foundation
And it clears my side
Now my imagination
Is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights
No one can have it all see
I have to they want me to
And I can't let them down
I'll never be happy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
Theyve kept me small
Theyve kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me small
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell

song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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No Excuses

Its alright
There comes a time
Got no patience to search
For peace of mind
Layin low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding or
Disguising truths Ive sold
Everyday its something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin by myself
No excuses, then I know
Its okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think its funny, well
Youre drowning in it too
Everyday its something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin by myself
No excuses, then I know
Yeah, its fine
Well walk down the line
Leave our rain, a cold
Trade for warm sunshine
You my friend
I will defend
And if we change, well i
Love you anyway
Everyday its something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin by myself
No excuses, then I know

song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing

No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!

People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!

No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!

And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!

A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Will They Choose to Be Abused

Rescued from sleaze and teasing.
Once bottled up in guilt and shame...
And clamped to pain,
As a goal one chose to pursue and aim.

Fused to booze like a loser,
With no hope or faith to gain.
Remaining desperately afraid...
And a named glued to making mistakes.
Refusing to take any blame,
Or claim to feel a struggle with heartbreak.

Untied...
And let loose,
From excuses.
Overnight...
Many had been bitten,
By insight!

A light shown on their lives!
To beam ever bright!
And a cloak from their emotions...
Took a hike from inside!

Untied...
And let loose,
From excuses.
Overnight...
Many had been bitten,
By insight!

A light shown on their lives!
To beam ever bright!
And a cloak from their emotions...
Took a hike from inside!

And no longer will they choose to be abused,
Or pay a price for a ride...
They don't like!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And I have this little litany of things they can do. And the first one, of course, is to write - every day, no excuses. It's so easy to make excuses. Even professional writers have days when they'd rather clean the toilet than do the writing.

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