Who's Endurance Test Is This
No one living who has earned to be in their right mind,
Accepts with belief...
They had been born to be dispense at their own expense,
By another who has druthers to use them.
And disregards the act of it as insignificant.
If someone chooses to be knowingly mentally abused...
What point do they make in the wasting of time complaining?
Who's endurance test is this?
The one pretending to listen and comprehend with patience?
Or...
The one who hears but has clearly chosen to run away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Perception Of Yours To Dramatize
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense.
You can,
If you wish...
Keep your desires to be fed cheaply,
A delusioned fantasy.
But the reality is this...
You've got to pay.
At least 'something' on what has been borrowed.
These debts can no longer be paid,
By threats!
As you continue to feast!
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense you refuse to comprehend.
Well comprehend this,
Regardless of your feeling offended.
The festival has ended.
To you your threats may make sense.
However...
What is needed is less of your greed to feed.
And more of your co-operation.
Or whatever you believe you need...
Will leave you mind quicker,
Than another perception of yours to dramatize!
With or without,
Your eyes opened wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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C-ya!
Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?
You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!
You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!
C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saturated In a Marination
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance for what it is,
Is a most difficult thing...
For one to overcome!
Not everyone can resist this pull.
Not all are prone,
To sit alone in isolation.
To satisfy a thinking sensation!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
And that's what it takes,
To break from the commonness of it!
Ignorance can be comforting.
Especially when so many,
Have been bred and born to feed on it.
Saturated in a marination...
Seeped with ingredients,
That produce clowns to fool around.
Displaying condoned qualities of misfits.
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Is it an illness...
Ever to be cured?
And chased away from its endurance?
Ever to be blocked and knock out...
Never to regain a need for it to remain unchanged?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance can not be that deep of an affliction!
Why is it so craved?
Why is it chosen...
To wallow in and stay?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Wanting to comprehend and understand...
May today be the most dangerous weapon.
For inquisitive children.
Or thoughtful women.
Or the deeds of a concerned,
And caring man!
Even when this is done,
It is best not to be seen.
By anyone!
On any surfaced scene.
Where they will be demeaned.
Avoiding suspicion,
Should be the condition...
Of one who chooses to connect with thought.
Selecting that as an escape.
An undercover mission!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have Made A Life Lived To Them Look Easy
Stay away from those who try to reduce,
Your experiences to their limited point of view.
They will attempt to discredit what it is you have done,
Because you have made a life lived to them look easy.
And you are only available to accept and listen,
To every detail of their nonsense.
And any patience with peace you have earned,
They will test with an expressing of their ignorance of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Rainbow Walking-How Long?
If Rainbow Walker wonders how long?
Not long
Time now seems an eternity
but it is only seems that way
but you will live to be 89
and most of life is ahead
you have time.
Patience and endurance
are the lessons you have to learn now
because they will be what you need
when true love comes.
Unhappy now
the longer it stays
truly magnifys
happiness
when it finally comes;
because devotion
patience
and belief in self
are the stalwarts
you need
to make it happen
when the opportunity comes.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hey
I thought about you just last saturday
My voice got cracked I didn't know what to say
Down in the shade or maybe in the sun
And if you need it I think I got one
Where are you
And what's on your mind
Where are you
Am I wasting my time
Where are you
And what's on you mind?
I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
I snuck out of work to see her smile
I'll hold her hostage for a little while
I wrote a letter I thought I'd let you know
I'm right behind you any time you go
Where are you
And what's on your mind
Where are you
Am I wasting my time
Where are you
And what's on you mind
I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
My mind got busy around 3 a.m. or so
Crawled in you room through the back window
Hoped when you woke up you wouldn't be too mad
I hope I never wake up your old man
Where are you
And what's on your mind
Where are you
Am I wasting my time
Where are you
And what's on you mind
I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Lesson
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn't choose seems almost insignificant.
The gesture our love has chosen is appropriate
We both agree not that we have any choice but
Amidst all those others does seem insignificant.
Is it incumbent on us thus to therefore obliterate
All of the gestures except this insignificant one
Chosen by our love for its own no doubt reasons.
It is up to us to obliterate all other gestures
Though they cluster round thick as presentations
Of war and sacrifice in a gradeschool classroom.
Use of our love's chosen gesture for the obliteration
Of all those foreign gestures is forbidden however
We must find something else to erase them with.
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the absence of all other gestures
Seems to spell the opposite of insignificant.
poem by Bill Knott
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Wasting Time
in between dim hours
in between dull days
i'm out counting flowers
i'm still chasing faith
mistake me for a pilot
mistake me for a face you know
consider this old conscience
let no trouble come my way
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
it's you alone i wish to free
on you alone i'll focus
it's not the change i wish to believe
this coming of the locusts
skipping like a skimming stone
skimming the bad chapters
swimming thru your tides alone
swimming on your laughter, we're after
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, let's take the chance
wasting time
you and i, we understand
time is not for making
but just because we don't have a clue
doesn't mean we're faking, we're wasting
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
song performed by by Zwan
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Wasting My Time
Well I don't want to see you waiting
I've already gone too far away
I still can't keep the day from ending
No more messed up reasons for me to stay
Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't stop the feeling
And there's no reason
Let's make the call
And take it all again
Woah again
Months went by with us pretending
When did our light turn from green to red
I took a chance and left you standing
Lost the will to do this once again
Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't stop the feeling
And there's no reason
Let's make the call
And take it all
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time again
Woah again
See you waiting
Lonesome
song performed by by Default from Fallout
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No Point
J. spinks
This aint working out
Its not worth the time I spent on it
When Ive been next to you
Its not the way you want it
And all I wanna do
Is get away and as far away from it
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point to keep on waiting
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
If it was up to you
Wed go around in circles forever
Theres nothing left to do
I go around - around in you
Ive tried to see it through
All Ive seen is the stormy weather
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point acting like children
Theres no point cos this time Im gone
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any close
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point in hesitating
Theres no point tonight
Theres no point at all
song performed by by Outfield
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0978..... Belief Vs Trust
Belief is Doubtful, Trust is Certain
Belief is from Mind, Trust is from Heart
Belief is Lip Service; Trust is Heart Felt
Believe many; Trust only a Few
Believing is Easy, Trusting is Hard
Belief scores 50%, Trust scores 100%
Belief is Ordinary; Trust is Extra-ordinary
Belief is Start point; Trust is End Point
Belief is Limited; Trust is infinite
Belief is Shaking Hands, Trust is Embracing
Belief keeps Control; Trust gives up control
Belief is jumping opportunities; Trust is staying
Belief is not Time Tested; Trust passes Tough Times
Belief is Partial; Trust is Complete
Believe in Thoughts; Trust your Intuition
Belief in God is Attempting; Trust in God is Surrender
Belief is Important; Trust is Essential
Belief is Plastic Rose; Trust is Real Rose
(23-June-2010, Chennai)
poem by Gan Chennai
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The Application Of Much Elbow Grease
If I believed everything in life,
Should come to me quick and easy...
I would not have made any attempts,
To accomplish anything.
I'd be more like you...
Complaining and maintaining,
An ability to make new and fresh excuses.
Refusing to listen.
Or accept and move on,
From mistakes I've made.
I'd be like you...
Pretending the only thing I needed,
To boost my self esteem from a routine...
Was a bit of luck.
And a patted stroke on my back,
From someone who offered a shoulder to cry on.
And while you are here...
Let me make this comment absolutely clear.
I will never make it a habit,
To run from one listening ear to another.
Wasting my time or that of others...
Whining about time I don't have,
As I defend every one of my insecurities.
I've witnessed too many seasons,
Hearing how some folks abruptly leave.
To produce nothing but a list of 'what ifs'.
Perceiving they could wish procrastination away.
I've witnwessed too many seasons,
In bloom...
Acknowledging my dreams needed more from me,
Than wishful thinking without sacrifice, dedication...
And the application of much elbow grease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I’m Pretending
I’m pretending nothing happened,
that we are still together.
I’m pretending you never
went away with someone new.
I’m pretending we are still a couple,
that you are still nearby.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending that our love
still shines brightly.
I’m pretending that you still care
and lying to myself each day.
I’m pretending that you just stepped out
and that you are not far away.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending it always summer
and that winter never comes.
I’m pretending life is as it was
and I’m forever with you.
I’m pretending you are with me
and not in the arms of someone new.
I’m pretending that I am smiling
and that I’m not feeling blue.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
20 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Deepness In The Throat
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Look at yourself making so many miscalculations
In your proclamations
As am I
We speak, we learn
We follow through
Like an oppression upon the chest
Looky their its sitting on that shelf
Just reach for it.
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Bang bang the drugs take effect
Are you hallucinating yet.
Don't fret
You'll be soon enough
Think you got it rough
Come on now be tough
Stand up for yourself
Emotional distrust
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Investigate that of what will be
Please stand before me
Tell your stories
They are not so far reaching
Am I the soul you have been needing
Well here you go
Here I am
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Like the victim
Always like the victim
I say just listen
We all feel the same
If I can only take away a little bit of the pain
Trying to make myself sane
With a lonely complaint
I'm no saint
I'm no god
I just say what's comes from my heart
Like it or not
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Memories of nightmares and dreams
From the clouds mine only can be found
If only for one dance
I'll tell you
I'll promise you
The world before the sunrise
Look into my deep brown eyes
Tell me they lie
Maybe your right
But not tonight.
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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One Who Chooses to Focus
It hurts.
Feeling deserted.
Yet with a mind that continues to grow.
And no one around to expose this experience.
It hurts.
To understand and comprehend what others do not.
To feel as if a patience kept many have long stopped.
To see and witness confusion connected to lack of thought...
Is no fun when emotions are caught in sensitivity.
It hurts.
When this is focused!
But then again...
One who chooses to focus,
Can also make the choice to unfocus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here I Go Again
(coverdale/marsden)
I dont know where Im going
But, I sure know where Ive been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An Ive made up my mind,
I aint wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
Tho I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what Im looking for
Oh lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An Ive made up my mind
I aint wasting no more time
Im just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on loves sweet charity
An Im gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An Ive made up my mind
I aint wasting no more time
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go...
An Ive made up my mind,
I aint wasting no more time
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
An Ive made up my mind
I aint wasting no more time...
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go,
Here I go again...
* in the 1987 version this word is changed to drifter.
Davids management thought that hobo could be confused with homo! :)
song performed by by Whitesnake
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A Community Of Light Part 2
a community of light
is the power of a must have god
the power of his might
forcing himself in
him skouring through your skin
turning the switch in your worthless mind off
trapped in his own built troft
suffocating without his love
till living for you is no longer enough
till your so dumb you check with him to cough
all of the breaths you take
has to be protected by te moves he wants you to make
a sin have to battle within
when will it end
when will we admit we dont know
when will it be possible to tell our gullibility to go
i understand the hopefull belief
but i dont comprehend the burning of there grief
the worship for the holy deceased
i let my own light shine
weather or not it can withstand the test of time
im going to believe for me not for nothing
it matters to me that counts for something
To Address As A Valued Standard Formality
People do not want to hear the truth.
Not as it is apply to the activity of reality.
Nor do they want to take time to listen...
With a patience to comprehend,
Anything mentioned to them...
That may be detrimental to their lives.
And with a quickness they find ways,
To fantasize.
However...
A complaining without an end to this,
Many will do...
After learning they have been deceived.
And these very same people,
Do their best to impress with pretensions.
To address as a valued standard formality.
They don't call this deception.
This is preferred to be called social etiquette.
Intermixing with others also associated,
With the giving of false appearances.
As a feeding of nonsense fed is shared between them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barely Surviving
I'm sorry I let you read me
I'm sorry I read you
I'm sorry I let you manipulate me
I'm sorry I manipulated you
I'm sorry I let you meet up with me
I'm sorry I met up with you
I'm sorry I let you kiss me
I'm sorry I kissed you
I'm sorry I let you touch me
I'm sorry I touched you
I'm sorry I got you attracted
I'm sorry I got attracted
I'm sorry I fell for you
I'm sorry you never felt the same way
I'm sorry for the first time
I'm sorry for my disintegrated conscience
I'm sorry for not letting go
I'm sorry for being mentally ill
I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time
I'm sorry for ever existing
I'm sorry for being sexually abused
I'm sorry for my religion
I'm sorry for not being capable of being loved
I'm sorry for being alive
I'm so sorry
but I will fix all of this...
poem by Mariam Abdelghani
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