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Voluntarily Given

Uncovering those things,
Only found to be of interest to you...
With attempts made to share with others,
Believing them to have similar interests too?
May upset when they finally,
Come around to confess...
Their participation was not from a depth felt.
But had only been voluntarily given,
To appease your anticipation.
With a quieting done of your repeated wishes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Finally Found My Way To You

So many people tried to help me on my way
So little time and theres still so much left to say
Theres no explaining all the things that Ive been through
But Ive finally fount my way to you
I finally found my way to you
Now the day is endhing and the night begins to fall
Sometimes I wonder if Ill make it back at all
I gave up everything I had and ever knew
But I finally found my way
Finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
Remember how we used to hide away
Wed share the secrets of our souls
Turn down the lights and dance the night away
Wed dance the night away
Wed dance the night away
Remember how we used to hide away
Wed dance the night away (x 4)
And now Ill hold you like I never have before
Ill let you go just long enough to lock that door
The words I whisper come so late and overdue
But I finally found my way, I finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
To you baby.

song performed by by Kiss
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Self Defeating Foolishness

No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!

No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!

No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!

And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Finally Found My Way

So many people tried to help me on my way
So little time and there's still so much left to say
There's no explaining all the things that I've been through
But I've finally fount my way to you
I finally found my way to you
Now the day is endhing and the night begins to fall
Sometimes I wonder if I'll make it back at all
I gave up everything I had and ever knew
But I finally found my way
Finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
Remember how we used to hide away
We'd share the secrets of our souls
Turn down the lights and dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
Remember how we used to hide away
We'd share the secret's of our souls
Turned down the lights and dance the
Night away
We'd dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
Remember how we used to hide away
We'd dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
And now I'll hold you like I never have before
I'll let you go just long enough to lock that door
The words I whisper come so late and overdue
But I finally found my way, I finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
To you baby

song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A View To Complete And Realize

Following those paths,
That ultimately lead to oblivion...
Is something done some people do,
As if this was their custom...
With a doing of it.
To prove they exist to initiate chaos,
And confusion.

Those not learning,
From their own repeated experiences...
Should not be admonished for expressing ignorance.
There are those with fatalistic ambitions,
Who are rarely found sitting in seats of leadership...
That seek,
At the expense of others...
A view to complete and realize their sick sadistic wishes.

And like sheep,
The people allow these people with charisma...
To follow.
Believing them to represent their interests the best.
And they 'do' represent...
Their overwhelming lack of concern,
As best as they possibly can present it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice Of Tone and Arrogant Demeanor

Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons.

And those who refuse to honor their requests
Are thought to be stand-offish...
With an angering of those that stir up protests,
Against someone who attempts not to get them upset.

And yet it does,
And they do...
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
But the depth of them had not been explored,
To make known.

Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons?

And that one who 'is' direct,
With a giving of an opinion to suggest and recommend...
Is seldom left to leave them without being disrespected.
To anger those...
Yep!
You've guessed it.
By trying to protect their sensitivities.

'It wasn't what you said that offended.
It was your choice of tone and arrogant demeanor.
And we are not accustomed,
To anyone who disregards what we accept.'

~What do you prefer?
Deception? ~

'YES!
We thought to 'you' this would be obvious.
Aren't we charading with the best of our pretentions?
How are you ever going to be one of 'us'? '

~Uh...
I'm clueless.~

'And apparently raw, out of the box and not trained, either! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People and things do not upset us, rather we upset ourselves by believing that they can upset us.

quote by Albert Ellis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My October Surprise

Finally I am feeling a sense of regularity.
Absolutely nothing like this have I felt in years.
And I do not attribute this to a change of diet.
Although I must confess,
I do...
However,
Feel I have been blessed...
By letting everything that had let upset me,
With a constipating effect...
Go!
And that,
Is My October surprise to myself.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know Him Only As My Neighbour

I know him only as my neighbour and though I see him most every day
For each of us a struggle for to find words for to say
Whenever we come face to face in the park or on the street
'Tis just a hello in passing we don't chat when we meet
The captain of the local golf club similar friends we do not share
For to be elected captain he has to be a good golf player
In local sporting circles he is one quite well known
Like I say we share little in common but then to each their own
Amongst those who share similar interests the bond of friendship does grow
Those who think alike us we wish to get to know
I do see and meet him often though not every day
And a hello in passing is all we have to say.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Participation Requires

Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.

Each Sunrise and Sunset,
Comes created...
To be the best as it gets.

Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.

But nothing experienced,
Here on Earth...
Is created to deliver to anyone regret.

Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.

With wishes to replace the unknown yet to face.
Choosing to separate from nature,
And isolate an agenda to initiate one's fate.

Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.

And participation requires,
An observance to digest this...
As we live and obey without delay.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Difficult To Quit If One Is Wishing They Could

Accustomed to being good,
It spoils the anticpation.

The first time in the getting of it,
Is the best remembered.

And from there and when repeated,
The expectation is just to get that fix.

With a quieting done that comes to one,
Addicted to a habit and getting it quick.

Satisfying a habit gratified automatically,
Is difficult to quit if one is wishing they could.

With a quieting done that comes to one,
Addicted to a habit and getting it quick.

And from there and when repeated,
The expectation is just to get that fix.

The first time in the getting of it,
Is the best remembered.

Accustomed to being good,
It spoils the anticpation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep It Mellow

If you keep it mellow...
So much can be accomplished,
When you're mellow.
Nothing can upset you,
When you're mellow.
Even those attempts made,
To get you crazy raging...
Keep it mellow.
So much can be accomplished,
When you're mellow.
Nothing can upset you,
When you're mellow.
Even those attempts made,
To leave you with a headache...
Keep it mellow.
Nothing can upset you,
When you're mellow.
Even those attempts made,
To get you crazy raging...
To leave you with a headache,
Keep it mellow.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will You Marry Me?

(p. lord / s. st. victor / v.j. smith / p. abdul)
Just girl to boy
I'd like to share this thought with you
Our love's a joy
Two one's have made inseparable two
Last night my heart spoke to me
And it said
You've found that lover-friend
So now i've finally got the courage
Just ask you baby ooh
Chorus:
Will you, will you
Will you marry me boy
Will you, will you
Will you marry me
Will you, will you
Will you marry me boy
Will you, will
Will you, will you, will you
Come on baby now
I lay awake
So full with hope of things to come
For heaven's sake
I pray i'm not the only one
I never dreamed i'd be so bold
I'm standing here, my heart's been sold
So now i've finally got the courage
Just ask you baby ooh
Chorus
Think of love as wings
Not a ball and chain
And your fear of things
Unnecessary
I only want to share your name
Share your name
Last night my heart spoke to me
And it said
You've found that lover-friend
So now i've finally got the courage
Just ask you baby ooh
Chorus
Maybe sunday
Come on monday
Baby any time this week
Get an old house
Find a back yard
Buy some flowers down street
Tell your mother
Tell your mother
Don't tell anyone at all
All we need is
Just the two of us
And ooh...

song performed by by Paula Abdul
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I Accept Apologies

Have I done many things,
That were 'blindly' experimenttal?
Well...
I was not completely blind.
And yes,
I confess to being adventurous.

Do I have regrets,
For doing those things...
That were less socially accepted?

Gee...
You have no idea how I wish,
These questions you ask...
Were from a multiple choice test.

But...
I was born with a creative nature.
And I've done my best to express those interests.
So...
Even though some folks may have been upset,
I have no regrets.

Hopefully a time will come,
When more will welcome that choice to live.
And people will remove their noses,
From cracks and crevices on other folks exposed.
I keep my fingers crossed on that!

'You are direct and bold,
Aren't you? '

What did you expect?
Apologies made with excuses?

'Well...
Yes.
I guess.'

I accept apologies!
But...
Excuses I don't make.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On a T-Shirt

Triggered to anger.
And targeted to upset.
The heat felt rises from a volcano,
And a crisis preventable...
Loses a peaceful existence.
Since on the scene...
An anticipated explosiveness,
Has drawn and gathered much public interest.

Although warnings have been posted,
On nearby homes and businesses...
As a local vendor has come to market his T-shirts.
With a slogan pressed with words that expresses:

WE DID OUR BEST TO SURVIVE OUR FOOLISHNESS
BUT IT WAS WITH OUR IGNORANCE
WE STOOD FIRM IN OUR PROTEST!

'Has anyone found anything yet?
Anything significant,
That suggests...
There had been a hint of civilization lived here at all.
Anthing! '

~Sir? Sir...
I may have found something of interest.~

'What is it?
That's great news.'

~It appears something has been written,
By someone who had a love to write.~

'Why do you say that? '

~It rambles on and on and on.
Then an attempt to scratch out those comments were made.
With a statement that begins...
WE DID OUR BEST TO SURVIVE OUR FOOLISHNESS...
And all of this appears to be on a T-shirt,
That seems to have been bleached.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finally You Have Found Time To Listen

Finally you have found time to listen.
And I am happy that comprehension,
Has moved to the top of your list.

Now,
Let's both sit and discuss our differences.
Which today,
Are becoming more and more similar.
They may not even exist!
Since you've come to realize,
Neither one of us were satisfied...
With pretensions that falsified,
That initial attraction we had for one another.

What a relief!
I never thought we'd come to see eye to eye.
I had grown tired of you believing we should compete.
And for what?
Each other's affection?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offended And Upset

People have become too complacent.
With a caring not to listen.
Or a caring done to comprehend!
Believing a sleepwalk exercised...
Through rituals and symbolic traditions,
Would appease the majestic mentalities...
That brought them to experience,
Lives they live here on Earth.

A respect not shown,
Is awakening those with a selfish consciousness.
The disrespect shown to one another...
Has more than just neighbors complaining,
About this thoughtlessness.

Guess what else,
Has been offended and upset?
With no patience left...
For anyone to get their act together!

If anyone has not yet accepted,
The depth of their connected realities...
Soon will discover their beliefs to be dispensible.
Since we have been the welcomed guests!
Not the 'creators' of what we believe,
Can be easily deceived.

WE are not the creators of what we see,
That has allowed us to leech...
Maniputively!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Similar Backgrounds

even though you are a bit older than me
we share one thing in common
we lived similar lives
and we had done similar things
it's like i knew you years before i actually met you
Our character is just alike
we share humor just the same
and no matter what life may have brought to us
we have shared pain more than we deserved
for you are all i need my maggie
and from one friend to another
i love you
and i'm always gonna be here for you

poem by PenelopeCrews Pitstock
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Unfinished Notes

I don't do accolades.
Like the ones who do it.
With the giving of them freely.
I've been wounded too many times,
By the telling of explicit truths.

And when I realized this done,
Had been to discourage me...
From my pursuits,
Only then did I become serious.
With a choosing I could prove,
To myself 'first' with a doing.

I needed to achieve my best.
And not leave behind unfinished notes,
I wrote to suggest I made attempts...
To appease the ease of an outgrowing I felt,
Of an accepted mediocrity I knew too well.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only The Ones Who Continually Count Their Blessings

Why is it when one is young,
Aging is something believed...
No one wants to get done.

I've had my share of bouts with doubts.
Praying my advancing age...
Would not be so obvious.
Or in public be announced,
To be shouted out.
As I made attempts not to appear,
Like I was not experiencing a mid-life crisis.

But,
I've earned this.
I had to awaken to admit it!
I've EARN THIS!
Every bit of it and proud.

I have managed to do some things I dared.
With challenges and obstacles,
To prove a faith had pulled me through...
Mucho grief!
With just some of it shared.
Not all.
I don't want to scare the few people I know,
Away!
There's already been an acceptance,
Of my mentioned dysfunctions.
Why blow it on a 'show and tell' demonstration?
Some boundaries should be kept limited.
And imagined.

Why is it when one is young,
Aging is something believed...
No one wants to get done.

I've had my share of bouts with doubts.
Praying my advancing age...
Would not be so obvious.
Or in public be announced,
To be shouted out.
As I made attempts not to appear,
Like I was not experiencing a mid-life crisis.

I use to fear aging before I understood it.
Only the ones who continually count their blessings,
Can appreciate a few aches and pains...
And associate 'that' with being grateful to feel them.

Only the ones who continually count their blessings,
Can appreciate a few aches and pains...
And associate 'that' with being grateful to feel them.

And I'll keep that repeated to myself,
As a reminder.
Sometimes this self motivation business,
Does get old and tired.
But a blessing to live to get done.

You never know who's listening,
When confessions are being made.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monoclonal Perceptions

Greed has superceded,
And implemented their reason for living.
Even taking that from which another has...
To declare it theirs,
Has made their existence sad...
With these digressive diversions!

They have detached themselves,
From the teachings of faith and God.
With prayers to win with sins and deceit.
Believing the 'Creator' is theirs to claim,
While they choose to maim and defeat...
With greedy needs to conquer over others.

A mentality of destruction,
To isolate themselves in total darkness...
Keeps them in constant chants to war!

With interests only to deplete others of their rights to live!
And this Earth has tired of their monoclonal perceptions!
This treason against Mother Nature,
Has made 'her' quite upset.
And 'she' now uses all 'her' living cells,
In rebellion!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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