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Which Definitions For Them Have Changed

Who knows what's on their minds,
Or which definitions for them have changed...
To fit their disloyal temperaments.
They wish to be so far on the side of right,
It is amazing they still stand tall...
On the edge of a cliff that clearly crumbles.

Too many of them now are showing signs,
They are insane; out of their minds.
With permanent stays.
And finding the act of blaming each day lived,
On decisions they consciously make...
To lay on the back and shoulders of someone else.
You name it.
It is not theirs to claim,
If it reveals irresponsibility or lacking accountability.
Are you kidding?
That would be the mature way to approach life.

Then they wish to seek counseling,
After their methods to self destruct...
Is interrupted by a new TV show.
This is not a joke.
These folks take what's on their TVs seriously.
Or someone who represents them to defend...
And...
Seeks any evidence,
As to why they have committed to do this!

However,
If someone disappoints their kind of erratic madness...
They are quick to follow someone else,
Who promises them a remedy for their historic illnesses.
No matter how deep the search to find a cure for denial.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Won't Find Me There

I'd like to know what makes you stay
While your eyes still search for escape
You think that I don't feel the cold, baby
But I wait, while confessions unfold
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me where you hide, baby
And that makes us a matter of time
Like trees exposed by fall, baby
Time reveals it all
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
Oooooooh...
Tell me you want to do everything
But you're stuck up to your knees
And I'm less likely pushed forward
By ambition than a breeze
But there's a flame that must be fanned, baby
And it appears as a beckoning hand
Don't think 'cause you're not talking, you're being kind
You've been getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me
Oooh, there
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there, oooh
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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This Living Earth Is Sick of Conflicts

There is going to be an end of violence.
With a silencing of disturbed minds burned.
Increased mental illnesses will afflict.
Evidence of that,
Now exists.

This living Earth is sick of conflicts.
And those 'experiments' that leech upon it!
Many are trying to find signs to depict the end.
And the ones in worship of the falsities of deities...
Have symbolized them in flesh,
And not in 'spirits' that oversees all of their misdeeds!

There is going to be an end of violence.
With a silencing of disturbed minds burned.
Increased mental illnesses will afflict.
Evidence of that,
Now exists.
And yet there are those...
Believing they command and control,
The outcome!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envied

Digging deep,
For signs of credibility...
Being swept along streets,
To catch between the grated holes...
A mass marketing sweeps,
Those of vacant minds into consumed
Materialistic hysteria!
Keeping back orders of ridiculousness in business!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.

The sight of squeezed fat ugly butts,
Into imaginations stretched beyond...
Digusting jellied guts.
To hide a gluttony of sad habits.
Like a 'secret' tote that's puffed,
From that 'weed' folks can not give up!
As a few stand by and watch...
This drug infested simmering stew brew!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.

And as amazing as it is,
It does not daze or faze at all!
The unconscious have been immunized.
Once dumbfounded and surprised?
Those eyes are now glazed.
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.

Those in this 'conditional' situation,
Ride this gutter ride as if it is envied.
As if this life of dismissed consciousness is sought,
By those thought to be kept at bay and disadvantaged!
And those used to maintain those images...
Pray for the salvation of their sanctuaries,
To stay off the radar for such 'missionaries'...
To advance upon them with these teachings of their ways!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raised to Only Praise Delusions

They come quick to evaluate the words...
And not the content of the message.
They come to seek and critique,
Definitions and language use.
As if an acceptance of concepts,
Will be a test to pass the task that is earned.
They want to qualify the composition...
And the one who prepared the text.
But what is being delivered,
Does not with them connect.
Their minds have been set to protest.
They would like to find the composer negligent.
Incompetent at best!
With an ego self enthralled.
And what should in their minds connect...
Is rejected to leave them stalled.
They were raised to only praise delusions.
And that,
Afterall...
Has become their reason and purpose.
They have become limited and programmed.
With no desire to stand and walk tall.
But to remain on their knees...
As they have been taught to crawl!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Reflect the Neglect That Is Available

If you are not showing you have integrity.
Why are you expecting to have bestowed respect?
Especially from those you believe should think of you,
As a priority in 'their' lives.
You must be on 'crack' or something cheaper that addicts.
If you are walking around thinking that,
And believing it!

Some folks are raised with perceptions,
They own the Earth and they are center of this Universe.
And deceiving with dishonesty...
To cheat and lie is how it should be!
No one has to look for that to see the evidence.
It can smother observations.
Already it pollutes the air.

Some live their lives as if one continuous joke!
And perhaps for them it is.
Since nothing they do is taken seriously.
They are in constant denial.
Although seek a freedom to sit back and ask for handouts.
Not 'all'...
But many are taught to praise their laziness.
And quote from scriptures to convince...
They are going to inherit something from God.
In some 'afterlife'!
If they remain meek and on their knees!

Smoozed, deluded and crazed!
And they defend this way of life.

If you are not showing you have integrity.
Why are you expecting to have bestowed respect?
Especially from those you believe should think of you,
As a priority in 'their' lives.
You must be on 'crack' or something cheaper that addicts.
If you are walking around thinking that,
And believing it!

You reflect the neglect that is available...
If someone chooses to indulge in the offerings.
That's all!
Nothing more.
Unless you protect,
What you have yet to show!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was Only Kidding

When I said that Id be faithful
When I promised Id be true
When I swore that I could never
Be with anyone but you
When I told you that I loved you
With those tender words I spoke
I was only kidding
Now, cant you take a joke?
When I said that I need you, baby
When I told you that I really care
When I said that I cant live without you
When I said Id follow you anywhere
When I said you could always trust me
When I said Id never leave you flat
Well, guess what? I was only kidding, baby
I cant belieeeeve you fell for that! youre so gullible...
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) you thought that was for real?
I was only kidding
Now Im sorry if you misunderstood, but the fact remains
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) baby, baby, I was...
(I was) only kidding
Well, I guess I got you pretty good, now listen...
When I said that I love you, baby
From the very bottom of my heart
When I said that I miss you so badly
Every second were apart
When I swore that youre just getting more and more
Beautiful every day
Well, I was only kidding, honey
Whats the matter with you anyway? let me tell you something
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) you understand, dont ya?
I was only kidding
Well, I guess it probably hurts you alot, but you gotta know
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) come on now, get a clue
I was only kidding
I really love you... not!
When I said you oughta marry
When I said that we should settle down
Well, I was pullin your leg there, honey
I was just foolin around
You see, I -- I never meant to upset you, darlin
I never meant to hurt anyone
I was only kidding, baby
Why dont you just put down that gun?
Lets talk this over
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) whatch where youre pointing that thing
(I was only kidding)
Hey, Im sorry if your heart is broke... you gotta realize
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) aww, yeah
I was only kidding
Now, honey, cant you take a joke?
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) I was only kidding
(I was only kidding) I didnt lie to you
I was only kidding... yes indeed
(I was only kidding) baby, baby, you know
(I was only kidding) hey!

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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You Were Right. I Now Take My Flight! C-YA!

My purpose is not to focus on,
What isn't.
For a minimizing of that which is in my life,
That 'is'.

Why should I continue,
To maximize the obvious.
When reactions have been unanimous,
That part of their lives they have chosen not to fix.

Arguments have been presented.
Claims of blame have defamed and shamed.
Those who have had no discipline within them,
Now voice their self righteousness!
As if they have spent a life committed,
Uplifting the minds of those dimwitted.

A rehabilitation done behind bars...
Does not a perfected society make.
Especially if those have sacrificed their lives,
Time and minds...
To have been demeaned by those,
Who have now found GOD.
After spending years wearing,
Government issued prison clothes!

'THIS 'fix' you believe should be turned around quick,
Has been a result of your involvement that created it! '

My purpose is not to focus on,
What isn't.
For a minimizing of that which is in my life,
That 'is'.
I've earned my peace of mind.
And any happiness I have found in it.

Your fear of accountability,
Has been your gift given...
To those you now want to ridicule and preach!
And I remember you telling me,
My methods were out of touch.

You were right.
I now take my flight!
C-YA!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is the Kind of Life

We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!

We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!

And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!

We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!

Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!

And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!

And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!

We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lessons Can Be Learned

Once I've been pushed to the edge...
With my back up against the wall,
And accused of doing things...
I had not done at all?
And all I had wanted,
Was to share gifts I had been given?
With a wish to offer...
Because I'm not the selfish kind!
Well...
My motivations have changed.

Some folks have a way to show,
Anyone...
How these unselfish acts,
Can eventually make one feel...
They are the ones out of their minds,
And something snaps!
Reality does that.

And after giving to others...
Only to get a reception that attacks?
Proves this fact...
Lessons can be learned!
Feelings hurt can be mended.
Backs can be turned.
And away from that kind of crap...
One can walk!

And not a word has to be exchanged.
At this point...
Nothing said,
Will be understood!

Unless one 'is' as believed...
In it for the attention?
And there is nothing about me...
In need to receive it like that.
Or...
Am I crazy enough
To want to be treated with that kind of insanity!
Clearly devoid of hospitality.
Not me.
There are too many other things to do!
And too much time,
Already wasted.

'That reminds me of that postman that was shot,
Because he delivered someone's welfare check...
After the bank was closed! '

You can stand there and reminisce.
I'm not taking the time for none of it!
Some folks don't 'get it'.
And I now can care less...
About who gets what late,
Or not at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded On These Misguided Missions

Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.

Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.

But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.

Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposed Behinds In Arrears

Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.

Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.

Excuses with abuses have been ignored and accepted.
A process of ignorance has us all infected.
Accountability?
What is that?
Is that a new fad coming back?
And who is proposing it?
Those detoxed and now off crack?

Irresponsibility is a thing now that is the rage.
Of course folks are demented.
Who amongst us now is not absolutely crazed?
Bill collectors everywhere,
Are being pestered by the banks.
And they are dropping from the skies like flies...
Being caught in lies,
Tanking with worthless alibis.

'Naked is the beast...
That has nothing left to feed or eat! '

Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Exposed behinds in arrears they show!
Using bounced checks to pay their bills.
Spending welfare money...
And shopping to supply their ills!

Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.

Believe it!
These are conditions...
From compositions,
Played and heard!
But much too late to rearrange!
What had been due...
Is now too insufficient to correct.

Believe it!
We are up to our necks,
In a morality debt.
That has satisfied those who are virtueless!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying The Price

If for no other reason they exist,
Those who have chosen to self destruct...
Have done this very effectively.
This is not a negative wish.
This is an observation of it.

And they seem to be the ones,
Who approach life from a superficial point of view.
With no depth, no insight, no ambition.
And certainly no respect or discipline shown,
To themselves or others...
They accuse for their lives of 'bad luck'.

Quick to critique the deeds of others.
With expectations to be served.
Since living to take without giving...
And use what and whoever it is,
Without replacing that with acts of gratitude...
Will not from them rise high on their agenda.
Although blaming with a fault to find is what they do.

And abuse themselves and whom they choose,
If not getting on demand what they wish...
Is not on someone else's list to prioritize,
They will promptly deceive with a getting of it.
No matter how blind the eyes in denial.
Or the expense others pay,
To refuse to accept truth.

And usually,
As time goes by...
And today time flies.
They are not alone or by themselves,
When it comes to paying the price.

They are we and we are them and all of us,
Are in this 'thing' together.
And not one of us is a Walrus.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entitled To Thieve

The approach to it has been,
And still is
Extremely basic.

If that which has existed,
Has done so as consciously implemented.
By those who now oppose the results of it.
Who has a right to criticize anyone,
For an irresponsibility.
Seen to be observed as collectively done,
By everyone who has allowed its presence.

Who has had the authority,
To shift with a blaming
Of an accountability?

Me?
I know your fingers are not pointed at me!

Who has been on hiatus?
To have left the candy store unattended?
Remember,
I am not trusted to even be a customer.
Let alone
To be one endeared with a key.

And
Don't look at me.
That assignment has been given to others,
Most of my life.
With a success that has left them motionless.

And
Perhaps that attraction to my activities,
Has been the basis
Of those insecure.
With a leaving to others
Feeling entitled to thieve.

The very same ones,
Unbelieving
The ones they have protected,
Have been the deceivers and thieves
Bleeding them of their own 'borrowed' resources.

Look
The only threat I've posed to you,
Has been my skin color.
I have never had ideals to corrupt.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mercury

A long way to get here
The chaosmngers scream
No more, control,
Leave minds, alone
We'll turn it upside down
Been waiting oh so long
This is it, it's finished
This is it, we get it !
The big liar on his side
Hiding, hearing inside :
No more, control,
Leave minds, alone.
We'll show them what we got
Forever they'll be locked
This is what, you look for
This is more, this is war !
It's gonna be, hostility
Hypothetic is liberty
Anti-being society
As directed reality
My point of view that's for sure
Is lucid but insecure
Revolution is evident
Chaosmngers are resistant
You better shake up your mind
Coz if you're just staying blind
Integrity you won't find
The discord is real now
Echo is very loud !
No more control,
Leave minds alone
Soon the system will die
It's another rough time
Don't back off, and stand up
Go for it, we need it !
My point of view that's for sure
Is septic and insecure
Evolution isn't a shame
Each member stays in the game
You better shake up your mind
Coz if you're just staying blind
Integrity you won't find
Maybe we'll win, maybe we'll loose
Confrontation, both side they use
Macrosolutions to megaproblems (4)
It hasn't changed
It's all the same
You'll check the box
You'll put that cross
The vote is done, another one
My point of view that's for sure
Is worry and insecure
But I won't forget this gang
The chaosmngers who still stand
You better shake up your mind
Coz if you're just staying blind
Integrity you won't find

song performed by by Voivod
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Sinking From the Weight

Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.

Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.

Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.

And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.

Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.

Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Pleasure Fest Has Crested

The pleasure fest has crested.
Investments concurred,
Has placed us on the verge...
With more nerves on the edge.
Restless and undeserving,
Are those who pledged
Allegiance to chaos and confusion,
Fed.

This pleasure fest has crested quick.
Many have grown tired and sick,
Of promises diminishing.
With dreams discarded into bits...
Leaving behind minds in torned tidbits!

And patience sought begins to cease.
Delusions once embraced,
Are tossed upon the streets.
Where is this democracy working at home?
This pleasure fest has crested quick.
And many unbelieving it...
Are left in disturbing quests.
As they seek to get answers from those exposed,
Showing an obvious melting down of minds
Mentally distressed as they become more opposed!
And unfamiliar are those,
Receiving these reactions...
At their frontdoors freed of welcome mats.
Facing displeasures none condone,
Or found funny to be laughed at!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Offend, So Be It

If I offend...
So be it!

I am not here,
To be the 'next' James Baldwin.
Or follow in the footsteps,
Of Langston Hughes.
The shoes I wear are quite comfortable.
And the path I walk upon,
Has not already been paved.
That is the task that has be laid before me.
To do that myself!

If I offend...
So be it!

I am not living my life intending to be anyone else,
Than who I am.
I am the first Lawrence S. Pertillar.
And make no mistake about it...
I will be acknowledged,
For the life I've lived.

If I offend...
So be it!

I just know who it is I am.
And I am not who I am because I seek to get paid for it!
Like most folks lost and deluded,
By the meaning of 'identity'.
I've been blessed and I am grateful...
To have a dignity as well.

And 'if' I offend...
So be it!
There's so many others,
Who have minds associated with making a quick buck.
And people like that...
Are indoctrinated with corrupted agendas!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Other one's words

We all go to sleep
With someone’s words
In our minds

Words of kindness
Words of anger
Words of every kind

They carry us off to sleep
And perhaps temper
And shape our dreams

Words said in caring
The most soothing
it seems

In anger or sadness
In calm and in madness
Words in our minds, we’ll find

As we drift off to sleep
Be it fretful or deep…and
Our mind slowly lowers it’s blinds

We all go to sleep… be it shallow or deep
Hearing some other one’s…
Words in our minds

poem by David Whalen
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The Shadows & The Wind

Oh, theyre moving in again
Hidden by the shadows
And the wind
But well just wait awhile and then
Well show em all that
This time we aint giving in
Without a care they
Sweep aside our dreams
To try and make way for their own
No more should we surrender
To their schemes
Its time to stand and
Show em we are not alone
Time has changed us all
We have our minds
Life has taught us
We all have our love
And its time to use it, use it
Nature gave us colour
Day and night
So if you really got a reason
Then you better be right
The seasons of the year
Still are spring and fall
But theres nothing in the world
Thats says its right to fight
Time has changed us all
We have our minds
Life has taught us
We all have our love
Why dont we use it
Come on and use it
Why dont we use it
Come on and use it
La la la la la ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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It Doesn't Come Easy

Into a zone I own and claim.
And not only am I featured...
But I'm there in every scene.

Into a zone I own and claim.
And it took me quite a while,
To establish my own style.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.

It doesn't come easy...
To decide and get the nerve to play ball.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.

Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.

So many find their comforts in like minds.
Hoping that all will agree,
To their wants and spoiled needs.

Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.

Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.

Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.

Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.
At all.
At all.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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