Wean And Break
In places,
Where most minds of people are stuck.
As if certain parts of their bodies,
Have been encased in braces.
With an aging done,
But no growing up is faced by anyone.
So much of what an adult does,
That goes sight unseen...
Is missed by the children.
And that which the children aren't made aware,
Reflects the despair.
In an uncaring, despair sharing environment.
And dependency becomes to be,
A difficult habit...
To wean and break away,
One's taste of it.
Ask any addict who has tried to resist.
In places,
Where most minds of people are stuck.
As if certain parts of their bodies,
Have been encased in braces.
With an aging done,
But no growing up is faced by anyone.
Dependency becomes to be,
A difficult habit...
To wean and break away,
One's taste of it.
Ask any addict who has tried to resist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is...
There is...discrimination.
And there is...denial,
On trial.
There is...racists in places.
There is...faces of hate.
And there is...people who fake it,
To celebrate the waste.
And there is...division.
There is...much of it seen.
And there is...violence and crime.
And folks out of minds.
There is...homeless and hungry.
Those jobless who struggle,
And muzzle their pain.
With nothing but strain and those gains down the drain.
AND THERE IS...doubt and confusion.
THERE IS...shared misery.
And if no one has known this...
They don't wish to see.
Because it is there...
As clear as can be!
There is...love everywhere!
And if people don't know that...
They wont and don't care!
There is...fixes to mend this.
And when that time comes...
All grief will be lifted.
Admitted,
And sent...
Drifting away!
Like an addict that's had it...
To send this away.
Like an addict that's had it...
To send this away.
Like an addict that's had it...
With a habit that's bad.
To send this away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aging Excuse Making Children
Difficult and with stress it is,
To be an adult.
And live in an environment surrounded,
By old and aging excuse making children.
Difficult to know it is who is being responsible,
And who to hold accountable...
For the raising of disrespectful kids,
Found totally without initiative or discipline.
It is so hard to maintain one's patience,
And make attempts to explain...
Even to those who appear to have brains,
What the benefit of staying motivated is.
And if one should expose to show concern,
With sincere understanding and comprehension...
One has learned from experience,
This is interpreted as trying to be better than the others.
And eventually...
The one who has grown to be that mature adult leaves,
To keep a nurtured peace of mind...
And those perceptions aging children keep to believe,
Alone for them to condone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Songs To Aging Children Come
Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine
In a tea leaf trance or under
Orders from the king and queen
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
People hurry by so quickly
Dont they hear the melodies
In the chiming and the clicking
And the laughing harmonies
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Some come dark and strange like dying
Crows and ravens whistling
Lines of weeping, strings of crying
So much said in listening
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Does the moon play only silver
When it strums the galaxy
Dying roses will they will their
Perfumed rhapsodies to me
Songs to aging children came
This is one
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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An Excuse I Am Making
There are many people who value their bad habits.
I know.
I am one of them.
But the ones who once had them to rid,
Are the people I dislike the most.
Especially the ones who brag,
About making up their minds to quit...
Anything that was habit forming but brought harm,
To their bodies.
How do they know my body isn't craving the taste,
For nicotine?
They don't know this.
AND...
It is 'not' an excuse I am making to continue to smoke!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you procrastinate when faced with a big difficult problem... break the problem into parts, and handle one part at a time.
quote by Robert Collier
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Sad To See
Giving up on a monotonous groove,
That has fused those stuck in a fading rut...
Has more than addicted.
And is a dilemma,
That has squeezed reality out of twisted minds.
Aging gracefully is definitely a crisis not yet faced,
For those in a mental mode locked and frozen in a zone...
That relays a remaining to stay unchanged is ok!
And not a sickness sad to see,
Afflicting so many without identity or integrity that matures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Please Do Not Resist
At nighttime I have found my mind,
Can not unwind.
You've got my insight on a hold...
All thoughts I've left behind.
And I know you're not the kind,
To try to probe and define me.
And feeling good I surely do...
Because of you it's true.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
And...
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
And I know you're not the kind,
To try to probe and define me.
And feeling good I surely do.
Because of you it's true.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And from me you can't resist!
Oh I know I am persistent...
And from me you can't resist!
I know I am persistent!
You can not resist.
I know I am persistent!
You can not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
I know I am persistent!
You can not resist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In Their Nonexistent Beliefs
It is difficult to leave behind,
Those whose minds are kept defined...
By times no longer here to breathe.
What keeps them fixed,
With such a stubbornness...
Has many refusing to converse with them.
And abruptly from them people leave.
To find fresh air pollution free.
Rapidly changes are amongst us to see.
To witness and adapt appropriately.
But there are those who will remain,
Stuck in their nonexistent beliefs...
That horsedrawn wagons and cobblestone streets,
Were innovations never to be replaced.
Even when shifting winds...
Show an aging upon their disbelieving faces.
With deep concerns that can be traced...
Back to those times they can not let go!
Yet argue to be heard,
Their way of life for 'certain' people...
Is more than well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I just pick the best roles that are left over, and they usually aren't the heterosexual, leading-man, non-drug-addict parts. And once you get into doing them, people know you do them.
quote by Peter Sarsgaard
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What Can One Do Or Say That Doesn't Offend?
Living in an environment,
Where there are disrespectful children...
Being raised by adults stuck in their minds,
That growing up sucks...
Is an added pressure for those who are mature enough,
To throw their hands up...
And walk away!
What can one do or say that doesn't offend?
An influence to include a responsibility that is done...
And shown,
Gets a look of disdain from those choosing to remain...
Hip-hoppers who wish to rap for the rest of their lives.
Try talking to people like this about being accountable.
Go ahead,
I dare you.
They will cuss you out quicker than they will,
The teachers entrusted to babysit their children.
And not necessarily the elementary school aged children.
Those who are confronted in high school!
Running up and down the hallway...
And acting like school is for fools!
Attempting to teach 'these' children 'before' they head to prison,
Is 'not' impossible.
But the likelihood of it becoming a priority,
And seen as an investment to protect one's future is zero!
And there is nowhere to go,
To gain support.
Since people stagnated like this don't know it...
But they are creating their own demise.
And it becomes a sad commentary to make.
So is truth hard to take when face to face.
And when the weekends come...
the only thing that seems to get productively done,
Is a showing of how a detached people...
Can 'still' get down and funky.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Sticking Comfort
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
People choose the things they do,
With a sticking comfort.
And it's hard to remove old shoes,
Fitting with a comfort.
But a yesterday has gone away,
Yet they...
Stick with such a comfort.
And in some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
People choose the things they do,
With a sticking comfort.
And it's hard to remove old shoes,
Fitting with a comfort.
But a yesterday has gone away,
Yet they...
Stick with such a comfort.
And in some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
In some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
One should just let go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Habit I Can't Break
(B. Owens)
Loving you isn't good for me
You keep my tears flowing
If I left you I couldn't stay gone
So there's no use in going
Loving you is a habit I can't break
I haven't found a way yet
But I've been trying
To stop loving you but I can't wait
There's no use in lyin'
Loving you is a habit I can't break
Loving you is a habit I can't break
I've been loving you much too long now
To change the way I feel
So I might as well get used to these heartaches
Loving you is a habit I can't break
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Make Haste
Make haste, make haste, no time to waste,
the sandman’s on the move!
The minutes chased, missspent, misplaced,
swift scattered are, remove
from life the paste thats interlaced
with love to leave the groove
by others faced with fears encased
within themselves! Improve
your chances paced by those who’ve raced
where most may fear, disprove
the double-faced, minds [s]oft, effaced.
let no one disapprove
Strong spirits graced with soul true, chaste,
which ever must reprove
all evil based on base, poor taste, -
which ever seeks to prove
Good may be traced, Right be embraced
in confidence – for you’ve
the need to haste to truth, yes haste,
for Time is on the move!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Children Power
Children power,
Children power,
Children power,
Children power.
Monkeys are jumping from tree to tree,
Whales are swimming from sea to sea,
Birds are flying from sky to sky,
People are seeing eye to eye.
Were all one.
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power. (children power)
Earth is turning evry day,
Rivers are flowing in every way.
Trees are growing day by day,
And people are loving in their own way.
Were all one.
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power, (children power)
Children power. (children power)
Caring people, (caring people)
Loving people, (loving people)
Learning people, (learning people)
Growing people, were all one.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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As if There Are Exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules
Allowing anxieties,
And embittered feelings...
Of how things should be,
And how we'd like to see them done...
From our own perspective.
Needs to be released,
From the minds of those continually feeding...
On beliefs people and things remain unchanged.
When a day comes a day goes.
There is not a season that stays as it is.
But adults who are still children in their minds,
Find it difficult to leave behind...
That which is not coming back.
And it becomes unfortunate for many,
Who are not accepting of this natural process.
As if there is a fairy princess that will magically,
'Wand' their troubles away.
Accepting what is with a moving on is part of life.
Many are stuck and just refuse to do it.
As if there are exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Quick to Boost Children With Wit
I once sought acceptance.
As a child growing in an environment.
Living amongst those I was told to respect.
With words untold...
I also grew to respect.
On their terms.
Since the same turf we shared.
Back then and during those times I yearned,
To learn!
But as I grew to understand from hard knocks.
Like throwing rocks at children.
And finding them and their parents...
Coming to my folks,
With not a smile on their faces!
Not a one looking...
As if they came to tell a series of jokes.
My yearnings to learn,
Took me, at times, away from my neighborhood.
Sometimes alone!
And for me this was good.
I soon came to understand...
Some folks didn't have a high degree of curiosity.
In fact...
Many couldn't read.
And those kids who could...
Were kinda ostracized from the 'hood'.
And growing up in a huge family...
I kept my thirst for learning,
As a secret kept within me!
But today as an aging man...
I know how important it is,
To be who I am.
And I am quick to boost children with wit.
Encouraging them to be inquisitive.
And observe how minds empty of thought...
Will have their hands out,
With nothing in them to share or give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our dependency makes slaves out of us, especially if this dependency is a dependency of our self-esteem. If you need encouragement, praise, pats on the back from everybody, then you make everybody your judge.
quote by Fritz Perls
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