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With Concern To Prove

Who could better interpret,
From my point of view...
Those experiences I've had,
My whole life through...
From the day of my birth?
Could you do it?
To me that has to be proven.

And if I should become sick,
Or sustain an uncomfortable bruise...
Guess who would rush to my aid,
With concern to prove they do...
Showing interest in my healing process too?
And don't mention yourself.
Because that for a fact would not be you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nuthin' That It's Not

Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain an agony to go through,
Is on 'you'.

Your claim to fame is to claim no pain.
When the strain of it is showing..
And I see and know your in some pain.

Why do you keep it to yourself?
You don't have to try to prove a thing to me.
I'll think more of you not less.
Unless there's something you don't wish to address.
Like doing something you know will create more mess.

Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain,
An agony to go through is on 'you'.
And if it's that bad you've got to hide it...
You've got that to explain.
And 'my' pain coming too!

So you gotta get up off sumthin'.
To let whatever that it is get much better.
You gotta get up off sumthin'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!

Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain an agony to go through,
Is on 'you'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See

Some few have the ability
to see what others cannot see.
Is it a blessing or a curse?
A process that they can’t reverse.

Some few but they are very few
are happy that they can preview.
Future events and be forewarned,
Although their prophecies are scorned

by those who are unwilling to
expand their narrow point of view.
Blithely ignore the evidence
which tends to support prescience.

When things foretold prove to be true
They cannot change their narrow view.
Perhaps afraid that what seers see
must happen: Inevitably.

But those who have the second sight
do not claim they are always right
The fleeting visions which they see.
They may interpret wrongfully.

Nor do they claim they can foresee
every eventuality
They know too well the scenes they see
may be long past or yet to be.

In due course most will decide
to keep quiet; try to hide
the fact that they sometimes see
the future intermittently.

If you have this ability
then you will surely understand.
You won’t see what you wish to see
it is not under your command.

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From Their Point Of View

There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences.
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.

There will always be those who choose to see life,
And the struggles others endure...
From movies, widening TV screens,
Or binoculars used as they peer from behind trees...
To validate a faking of a wisdom often to be argued,
With the ones who have received their completed lessons...
Taught fresh from the trenches to prove with wounds,
They did not sit to observe someone else fighting their battles.

There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences, either!
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.

And others will volunteer as a sacrifice to feel as a duty,
To assist in securing freedoms for all as promised.
With a few who will come to assist in providing comfort,
Or express an appreciation and with respect...
To the ones who will always associate life,
With a feeling of mental and physical pain for their efforts.
And this is the view many refuse to acknowledge.
Since to do it they will have to admit a reality exists.

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Words of Hypocrisy

I see with my eyes
But I am told
My mind should not believe.
I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.

My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.
A habit once done you enjoyed to do!

Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret life!
From a misunderstood,
Demented point of view
Pursued to spoil with spite.
Blinded you are without insight!

Nothing did or done that you do...
Succeeds,
Fool or subdue even a few!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you...it's me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!

I see with my eyes,
But I am told...
My mind should not believe.

I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.

My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.

Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret a way life!
From a misunderstood,
Point of view pursued.

Dimmed without light.
Nothing did or done...
Succeeds,
Or is right!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you! ...it is me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!

And watching this...
From a distance I resisted,
Makes me glad I didn't struggle to keep...
Something taken,
That awakens you shakened,
And now makes you restless...
Weeping unable to sleep!

Thinking my journey would be easy to take,
Without knowing the obstacles...
Or the path of hurdles dodged I take.
Crept to leap with steps of faith.
Leaving none undone...
Or wanting to leave any left faked!
And that which you have taken away from me,
Has left one of us clearly in heartbreak!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An actor must interpret life, and in order to do so must be willing to accept all the experiences life has to offer. In fact, he must seek out more of life than life puts at his feet.

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I see no point in

I see no point in
Understanding, as
At the end of it all
I am misunderstood

I see no point in
Visualizing
As in that process
I get drowned in dreams and inaction

I see no point in
Loving
As in its demonstration
I am either hurt or in hatred

I see no point in
Accumulating
As what is accumulated
Makes me its accumulation

I see point in
Teaching
As I am a proven failure
In unlearning

I see no point in
Giving
As I take pride in that
And am made arrogant

I see no point in
Becoming (something)
As I nurse the gnawing
That I am not that yet

I see no point in
Braving
As by that I proved
That I feared something

I see no point in
Praying (for something)
As it amounts to telling
That I am a beggar

I see no point in
Suffering
From something
As I prefer to struggle to overcome

I see no point in
Writing
As I will not be there with you
To say why I wrote this

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Seeking Excuses To Exist

To set the record straight,
I do not solicit long winded debates...
Regarding my point of view or experiences,
I have had to witness to establish...
A thought process that is my own.

Nor am I on a mission to prove,
I am a Black man capable of mental diversity.
To be a Black man and 'not' have mental diversity,
In a country that affords at least the opportunity...
To acknowledge it,
Is a preference for that Black man to stay limited.
I am not that Black man seeking excuses to exist.

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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!

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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!

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So Sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

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Im sick

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Not Trying To Sell This

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.

Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!

I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.

That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.

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Certainly the experiences of Seth and his relationship to his parents and his point of view of the world are very similar to my own and very much based on my experiences at the University of Southern California.

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Show the metal

A women on bed must writhe, twist,
And in the process at the end must swoon.
Then you will have proven you’re a Unicorn.
What clay you are made of is of no concern
07.02.2003

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Do I Look Surprised?

You say you did not know 'this' was in me?
As I recall,
Most of our encounters dealt with your point of view!
What was in me had not been of your concern.
As so expressed.
You had to assume,
I guess...
I had a nothingness to value!
Unless...
I had not let you gain access to my worth?
And I confess...
There are reasons for everything I do!
Including wasting my time if I so choose.
And perhaps I've done that with you to amuse?
For too long!
Who knows?
You say you did not know 'this' was in me?
Do I look surprised?
I've known what has been inside of me,
All of my life!
And you have not been there,
For most of it!

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Do Not Misinterpret My Lack of Concern

Please do not misinterpret,
My lack of concern...
As a fact shown,
By my confession of it.

You can,
If you wish...
Interpret it,
As a thoughtful non-involvement.

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Dear Interpreter Of My Life

Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
With your assessing insight.
There are times I find,
Your comments quite amusing.
And other times they annoy...
Since within my mind,
Many experiences...
Have been employed.

Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
I do my best to respect opinion.
I do my best to bite my tongue.
I do my best,
Not to debate the life I've lived.
Because a comprehension,
Prevents comparisons to others...
Who are on separate missions!

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Check, double check and discard for friend Thad

You can prove statistically.
The truth of things which cannot be
proven empirically.
Manipulating carefully
the figures which do not agree.
You seem to prove apparently.
The truth of facts which are untrue.
That is what fanatics do
in their attempts to persuade you.
You must adopt their point of view
but you are foolish if you do.
What can be proved statistically
To me lacks credibility
and can be disproved easily.
Examined analytically
as all statistics ought to be.

15-Aug-08

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There Is Nothing Here to Keep You

There is nothing here to keep you.
Nothing I do to sustain your interest.
In the beginning it was new.
But now you are familiar.
And accustomed to it too.
There is nothing here to keep you.

There is nothing here to keep you.
And I know that's true!
Since now what is done,
Seems to agitate you before I am through.
And I remember impressing you,
With the little things I use to do.
But there is nothing here to keep you.

Have we spent too many yesterdays together?
Too many Sunsets and far too few dawns.
Have I slept through the process,
Of trying to do my best.
And all you wanted from me,
Was a shoulder to lean on.
And I was unaware...
Thinking of myself with you there but uncaring?
Is that the reason why you would sometimes stare?

There is nothing here to keep you.
Nothing I do to sustain your interest.
In the beginning it was new.
But now you are familiar.
And accustomed to it too.
There is nothing here to keep you.

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Don't Rush Through The Process

If I did not deliver to you my best each time...
What would be the point?
To show to you I can do this isn't easy.
To show to you I can do this,
Has not added hours to my sleep.
I have a need to prove to you,
I am dedicated.
I am loyal.
I am...
Are you listening to me?

'Yes.
I know you love me.
But making these errors...
I don't find acceptable.
Take your time.
Don't rush through the process.
I'm not going anywhere.'

That's what I am saying.
See how ungrateful you are?

'I am not ungrateful at all.
If you are calling 'this' your best...
I know you can deliver something far better!

Now...
IF you had said,
You were making attempts to produce your best...
I would not object at all.
In fact,
I would have thought of all of it as great.
And both of us would have been getting more rest!
But your confession that you can do better...
Has me wanting to get it as good as you can give it! '

I said nothing about doing or getting it better.

'No...
True!
'You' didn't.
I did! '

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Nuthin' That It's Not

I See

From Their Point Of View

Words of Hypocrisy

I see no point in

Seeking Excuses To Exist

A View To Complete And Realize

This Is the Kind of Life

So Sick

Im sick

Not Trying To Sell This

Show the metal

Do I Look Surprised?

Do Not Misinterpret My Lack of Concern

Dear Interpreter Of My Life

Check, double check and discard for friend Thad

There Is Nothing Here to Keep You

Don't Rush Through The Process

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