We Cry and Sigh Our Denial Laced Alibis
Babysitting someone's emotions,
Is just too exhausting of a process.
And should never be a commitment made.
Decide when this is recognized,
Not to engage in the notion of it.
Or let it become attached as a daily habit.
The levels of maturity are on a downslide.
Provided by the convenience,
Of walking away from responsibility.
With a fear of taking the reigns,
And being held accountable for anything.
Thus changing a familiarity of some key scenes...
To dramatically evolving and arranged dependencies.
We cry and sigh our denial laced alibis,
And want to dropp this on someone's shoulder...
Quick!
To test a loyalty of friendship.
Or demand from a mate to share in with the waste.
Leaving those subjected to these relationships,
Usually in need to strategically seek an exit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Convenience
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience to have someone there.
To hear breathing the air.
As if the company kept...
Communicated with chemistry.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
It occurred to me,
To you I was just something to do.
And that wasn't done,
Seriously.
Even together,
You preferred to play hide and seek.
And I discovered,
I want and need love.
And when you left that feeling stayed.
Then I knew what you gave,
Was not love.
But a game to be played.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience that eventually,
Faded.
After the quick and ease of preparation,
Left immediately upon its release.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Dumb Did
One's ability to purchase and acquire things,
Does not bring one into the center ring...
Of maturity.
To bow and be acknowledged under spotlight.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
With a taking of one's own steps made,
In the acceptance of mistakes.
A maturity arrives that enlightens one's life.
With no anticipation done.
To secure a maturity when it comes.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
Is the winning of a beginning of control one holds.
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
A maturity takes over.
One that is seen that needs not to be sold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Subjected to Listening
To convey an absence of knowledge,
Of hardships and dysfunctions...
To not have them focused upon,
As is wished.
Is commendable.
In fact...
These award winning performances given,
Are daily witnessed.
'To belabor my steps will not ease my journey.
And it continues.
Each blessing I accept as I move forward.
And today I find myself subjected to listening.
While others may reject the notion of devotion...
Commitment and the positive aspects of patience,
Growth and change...
I find myself subjected to listening!
And it was stubbornness in my past...
That has helped me with today's gains.
I find myself subjected to listening!
And that has helped me to maintain.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Process
This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.
This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.
This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.
This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.
This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acting As If Having An Intelligence
It took me awhile,
To understand those...
Who saw life in denial.
But as I thought about them...
And being mentally conditioned myself,
To accept limitations...
With an acting as if having an intelligence,
Would actually offend others?
I completely understand now,
Why so many accept staying ignorant.
Trying to impress with a thought process offends.
You see...
This is what I've come to understand,
Life becomes less challenging...
When those 'known' to be ignorant,
Are not held accountable for their actions.
And those who are labelled 'intelligent'...
Are expected to be responsible AND accountable,
For 'everything' those who choose to see life in denial...
With the doing of the most 'stupidest' things to be excused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stagnation And A Committment To It
Bemoaning one's insecurities...
Or accusing others for discussing topics,
One unsolicited chooses to bring up...
Are signs of an unconscious mind.
A maturity that comes with age,
Should get one through these 'stages'.
But the affects of denial and the familiarity of fear,
Produces stagnation and a committment to it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regardless of My Needs
Babysitting emotions,
Of those of aging rusty butts...
Does not set well with my adult outlook.
Since I know what it takes,
To pave the path I make.
No one has held my hand,
To prevent mistakes I took like a man.
And I can not stomach those who fake,
Heartbreak because of situations they create.
Or try to diminish their disasters done to others...
As nothing more than an oversighted blemish.
And hear them make attempts,
To run from their misdeeds like wimps!
I'm not living my life to run and hide.
Nor will I take the time to listen to others' sigh!
The strides I've taken...
I took as I cried.
Perhaps that is why,
Babysitting emotions,
Of those of aging rusty butts...
I deny.
And will not satisfy those weaknesses,
I put aside.
When I realize I alone,
Must comfort the healing of my own sorrows!
No one else but me condones!
Yesterday, even now and tomorrow.
Afterall...
I am a man.
And a man is 'suppose' to withstand,
Any stinging pain!
Inflicted with sealed lips.
At least that's what I'm told,
As I conceal my agonies!
With an expectation...
That others can dump theirs upon me just the same!
Regardless of my needs!
Or if I bleed.
My wounds I must contain!
And pretend my feelings have not been changed!
It is all insane.
But if I expose the pain I hold...
I must endure the shame!
That's why I make no announcements to maintain,
Or claim...
My manhood!
As I interpret it to be.
And given to me to explore!
Babysitting emotions,
Of those of aging rusty butts...
I ignore.
Dedicated:
To those of us who are expected to 'understand'
without an ounce of 'that' expressed to us!
We must realize there is a 'blessing' involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How I Approach My Life
I am often reminded,
How the direction of my writing...
Has changed over the years.
And for the life of me,
I can not understand it.
I've done the best I could,
To keep my outlook elementary.
And perhaps it has been my evolving,
Since high school...
That my thought process and experiences,
I had since then...
That I should attribute to my maturity.
What a dilemma!
However...
God knows I am doing the best I can,
Not to be so observant and intelligent...
As to how I approach my life.
But I do keep my fingers crossed,
That my growth process is not that noticeable...
To those choosing to remain in denial,
And become offended by my adult revelations.
Hey,
Who knows?
Maybe I'm just one of those people,
Who refuse to stay limited to perceived expectations.
You know...
Rebellious, arrogant, self confident, honest and forthright!
And...
65 years old.
One would think I should know my place by now?
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have A Tendency To Ridicule And Attack One Another Harshly On The Deepest Levels
We have a tendency to ridicule and attack one another harshly on the deepest levels, really calumniate to destroy one other emotionally, morally, personally. This reflects the emotional ignorance, lack of understanding and emotional respect we where subjected to, often unintentionally, as children as infants, as newborns, it gets played out in all sorts of elaborate fashions but in essence it is the results of our hurt minds, emotions, feelings and soul.
How do you respond in a healing manner to others that are important to you that are marooned on such emotionally stunted levels that hold such limiting, painfully restricting views? You do not go down to their level, nor do you pretend that the gravity of their mindset is not toxic. You go on with your life, as you do you might occasionally invite them to meet you on higher grounds but do not engage in battles on lower levels. You lose your self and power that way. You gain self and strength when you have the space to engage live freely, meaningfully that only comes when you do not restrict your self to battles on lower levels. You healing these who are receptive to heal, in time others will find their own way if the choose to let go of the unfulfilling ways they are exercising on lower levels, mind sets, when such individuals stop using control for control sake. If out of stubbornness they wish to remain immature, that is their choice, you do not have to destroy your self, hurt your self in engaging with them, by connecting with them, in trying to save them if they do not want to move.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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When That Door Closes
Were you upset,
By those who took you and your efforts for granted...
In the past?
'Yes.
And I have taken measures,
To ensure that 'never' happens again.'
'Never' is a strong and sometimes changing word.
Perhaps you mean you 'hope' this to you,
Will not happen again.
'I've identified my attachment to those who 'try'.
And those who 'try' are proned to make excuses,
Induced by alibis!
Well...
I no longer empathize with procrastinators,
Who abuse my empathy.
And do what they wish to do later.
As if it's okay to do that to me!
I recognized who they are.
And that's all it takes...
For me not to experience another heartache.'
You speak of this as if it is the ending of a relationship.
'It is!
When the passion leaves...
Why wish for it to return and be repeated?
When it is clear it has gone,
And there is no coming back?
Never can those feelings be restored as they were.
Like an exit through an opened door,
When one closes it little emotion is attached.
With a forward movement that takes place.
Not to close it to knock on it again!
What sense does that make? '
You might have left something inside?
'You mean like a pride one denies?
Not here.
When that door closes...
It is as if it had not existed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A film is like a mad arranged marriage, with all these people who don't necessarily want to be with each other forced into this intimate, exhausting process.
quote by Jason Flemyng
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My Daily Bread
you do not believe when i tell you that i write everyday
it is routine to me
so my poems
are like
breathings
inhale
exhale
a poem
here a poem there
writing has become like a beating of my heart
so every beat
every pulse
is a poem made
like one kind of a factory
mass production
of breathing and beating
i have developed sort of too much familiarity with this kind of poetic activity and it has become so
so ordinary
and so much familiarity comes my contempt for my daily poetry
it is nothing extraordinary
it is like washing my face
brushing my teeth
cutting my nails
going to the office
teaching my class
reading books
walking the dog
taking a morning walk
lunch with my wife
listening to
lawyers argue
their cases
in court
all these are so ordinary
routinely clockwork
and they are nothing
they are
my poems
my daily bread.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maturity Never Happens
Some people are ecstatic.
To remain emphatically...
On unchanged levels.
And free to exist,
As if for them...
Time stays the same.
Like a game of hide and seek.
Those who play everyday...
Should have long ago walked away.
But some habits people keep.
For a comfort many wish...
There is no exit for this.
And in keeping themselves distant.
They perceive a safety,
Forever in existence.
And for them,
A maturity never happens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At the Center Of The Cause
It's not just one thing.
It's the accumulation of many things,
Beginning the effects of a downslide felt.
The appearance of cracks gone ignored,
In a foundation once sturdy and strong...
Will fail without corrective maintainance.
And relationships of all kinds,
Eventually crumble if taken for granted...
With embellished arguments.
Or an attempt to convince others something untrue,
Through the convenience of lies, deceit or...
Something else to masquerade truth.
And people continue to do this,
Without putting themselves at the center of the cause...
To gain the obtaining of the 'effect' that is claimed to be,
Unexpected!
It's not just one thing.
It's the accumulation of many things,
Beginning the effects of a downslide felt.
The appearance of cracks gone ignored,
In a foundation once sturdy and strong...
Will fail without corrective maintainance.
And relationships of all kinds,
Eventually crumble if taken for granted...
With embellished arguments.
Or an attempt to convince others something untrue,
Through the convenience of lies, deceit or...
Something else to masquerade truth.
And people continue to do this,
Without putting themselves at the center of the cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Absent Guardian to Be Forgotten
Eventually,
Excuses made and told...
Become as dangerous as an infectious disease.
Explanations heard that occur are incurable.
And those accustomed to inflicting them,
Are contagious carriers.
For them there are no boundaries.
Or areas that are blockaded with barriers.
From lips of those who are leaders elected,
To those self righteous and elevated to heights of piousness...
Twisted are the mouths of those secretly discreet and sneaky.
And yet...
Like criminals who are subjected to the support of the weak,
They are granted a wholesome forgiveness.
Like relatives who aid and defend the actions of their imprisoned kin.
Even though...
Crimes and sins against humanity are committed.
Submitting to an integrity that has honesty with appeal,
Is as foreign as the observation of it.
Rare in sight and in action.
Delusion, deceit and the telling of blatant lies...
Have been given tremendous loyalty.
And this loyalty has distanced truth...
To become an absent guardian to be forgotten in the pursuit,
Of being held accountable for those values that have plunged...
Into an abyss!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Trot Out From...
Some trot out from...
Bad relationships they're feeling.
Some trot out from...
Hints of misery.
And some trot out from...
The ones who disappoint them daily,
Bringing every ache and pain.
And everything that happens to them,
They wish you the same.
Taking up your time and patience,
Leaving nothing gained.
And wanting everything around them to remain the same.
Some trot out from...
Bad relationships they're feeling.
Some trot out from...
Hints of misery.
And some trot out from...
The ones who disappoint them daily,
Bringing every ache and pain.
And everything that happens to them,
They wish you the same.
Taking up your time and patience,
Leaving nothing gained.
And wanting everything around them to remain the same.
Some trot out from...
To take a lap around the corner.
Some trot out from...
To get away from those who moan.
Some trot out from...
Those who stay inside to grieve,
Everyday and every night...
And,
This is guaranteed.
Some trot out from...
With a speed to get away.
Some trot out from...
Those bleeding on their sleeves.
And some trot out from...
Those who love to live in ruts.
But they wont get off their butts,
To leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This president has been reluctant to hold anybody accountable. No one was held accountable after September the 11th. Nobody's been held accountable after the clear flaws in intelligence leading up to the war in Iraq.
quote by Bob Graham
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When Intentions Meant Are Not Mentioned
Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near,
To appreciate what we hear?
No emotion I've known to feel,
Has ever been exchanged.
To have someone understand,
And comprehend...
From the outside to the inside.
Knowing what is felt,
Deep within.
Can love be shared and said is there,
But not expressed at all?
Can a broken heart be spared despair?
To not process pain,
Before any tears begin to fall?
And if those tears should fall from eyes,
Could alibis stop what is shown?
Empathy sent from distances given,
Isn't empathy whispered or a hug to convince.
Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near to appreciate this...
Or witness a difference made.
When intentions meant are not mentioned...
Can relationships mend to save?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing One or The Other
Do not 'threaten' with promises,
To move and go away.
Do it!
Your perception will be enhanced.
You will know who misses you and why.
You will know the value of your opinions.
And that influence you believe you have achieved,
Over others?
Sit and wait by your telephone,
To hear how much you are endeared!
Do not 'threaten' with promises,
To move and go away.
Do it!
Your perception will be enhanced.
You will either perceive yourself,
As being an overused convenience.
Or you will quit leaving yourself voicemail...
To test an underused answering service.
Doing one or the other will snap you into reality.
And dramatically your thoughts will change.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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