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You Leave Your Signature

You rate with an attitude,
From a mindset driven unconscious.
What inspires you to do what you do,
Is based on insecurity!
It has to!
And that I need not to prove.

You reek of limitation.
Needing no explanation.
Your cloak and dagger methods,
To victimize.
Comes to me as no surprise.
You leave your signature.
One immature I have endured.
And clearly recognized.

I once attended the school of spies.

Your moods are quite obvious.
And borders on self degradation.
Why can't you just move on?

Have you chosen me to attract,
By your distractions that don't entrap?
And what you lack,
You must prolong?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do This

Close your eyes.
In preparation to dismiss,
Limitation.

Release conflicts to lift.
And shift those burdens,
From weighted shoulders.

Transmit your wishes,
To realize dreams...
From bastions kept as impossibilities.

Know you exist as a gift given,
And only you prevent...
All that you are and can be!

Close your eyes.
In preparation to dismiss,
Limitation.

Do this!
And not what you believe,
Can not be done to welcome...
As others entrap perceive.

Do this!
And not what you believe,
Can not be done to welcome...
As others entrap perceive.

Close your eyes.
In preparation to dismiss,
Limitation.

Do this!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unconscious Competition

I have been single and cautiously looking,
For someone like you to pursue...
With a love for me that is recognized,
No matter What it is I do.

And I know from the start,
That will take someone,
With a strong and dynamic heart.
Since I am not one,
Who is seeking to be beaten...
By unconscious competition.
That in my life,
Has already been done.

This will be uncovered immediately,
To be quickly dismissed.
With an elimination without explanation,
As to why I have chosen to split and exit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insinuating With A Degradation

To compensate for one's sense of failure,
By insinuating with a degradation...
Of a lifestyle accepted by another,
Only undermines one's own ability to prove...
They have a life that is lived happily.

People like this will eventually destroy,
Whatever it is they emotionally miss.
Along with an attention they believe to them,
Should be given although not deserved.

There is a lack of discipline missing within.
And a feeling of insecurity in their minds,
They can not end.

And the use of reverse psychology,
Does not work!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everywhere They Lead

It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.

Poisoned minds are blocking the strides of progress.
With digressive displays of ignorance.
That hampers those of intelligent intentions...
To deal with the postering of idiots!

It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.

Morons like this,
Have titles and positions all over the place.
And everywhere they 'lead'...
There is left unbelievable confusion.

Just to get around their incompetence,
Leaves those with a thought to think...
Doing their best,
Not to prove they can do it!
And...
To keep themselves as far away as possible,
From the mess the mindless have created.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kids I Once Knew Had Specific Chores

We knew fear but not excuses...
Where I grew up and lived as a kid.
Plus we were too competitive...
With a daring done to prove we weren't afraid.

And much too inquisitive about life,
Back in those days...
When we were taught to be respectful.
And all of the kids I once knew had specific chores,
Assigned to do to get done.
With a doing of them first or face the consequences.
To 'then' be followed by the doing of any school homework.

I am not one to say the children today are lazy.
Nor am I one to pass judgement on the obvious,
To argue in debate or heated discussion with those offended.
Since today there is a difference between being 'smart',
And having common sense.
Intellectualizing what is obviously a detriment,
I leave to those still trying to impress...
There elementary school teachers.

There is a technology involved a lot of children use,
Without using their heads like we once had to do.
And not being able to read 'and' write?
To then brag about graduating from high school?
Whether or not they attended day or night...
With an acceptance given to go to a college too?
I will not say is ridiculous...
Since to me that's my observation.

And I have had it being the one considered to be a fool.
No wonder they have no discipline.
Folks refuse to acknowledge the truth.
Or instill this asset within the minds of their children.
They've been given the right to do as they choose.
And refusing to listen...
So many have chosen 'that' to do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limits Of A Condoned Safety Zone

Hey...
When folks decide,
They will choose sides...
Based upon who they 'like'
And dislike,
Because of their conditioning process.
And minds still rocked in cradles.
They have chosen ways to hurt themselves.

And regardless of what those methods are,
They have chosen to use...
Few will learn a thing,
Beyond the limits of a condoned safety zone.
And difficult it is to leave them and their opinions alone.
But when done...
It is rewarding!
A sense of accomplishment freshens the air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tool Of Those Foolish

You've turned your back on me?
Not once but on several occasions.
And...
Am I suppose to be offended?
Or amused.
Which do you prefer?

If you were not so quick to do this,
You would notice...
My happiness is not offended at all,
By your actions.
Nor did it come with your signature on it.
Seriously,
It didn't.

Someone must have told you,
By the doing of this...
You would get my attention,
With an overdose of curioisty?
I will admit this...
I am curious as to why,
Someone would display publicy...
Such childish stupidity.

Whoever it is that advises you,
To do the immature things you do...
I would suggest you request,
Less feeding of fiction.
And more digesting of facts.
You will become surprise...
How much aware of life you will then become.
With the stopping of your doing of that.

Trust me.
There is so much to be gained,
By living life...
Not to be used as a tool,
Of those foolish and so obvious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proving To Be Rude

Some people don't think of luck,
Because they believe for them luck sucks.
And they seek to search for a life,
That drips upon them obvious fortunes.

And when those fortunes,
For them are prayed...
Are overdue in delivery and much delayed,
They give up on a committed faith.
Until that faith devotedly prayed,
Slips from their loyalty and fades away.

They become crude with attitude.
And strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!

Some people don't think of luck,
Because they believe for them luck sucks.
And they seek a life of fortune quick.
No matter if the getting of it,
Is corrupt, vicious and a bit mentally sick.

People self centered like this,
Can strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!

People self centered like this...
Corrupt, vicious and a bit mentally sick,
Could care less...
Who is victimize by their wickedness.

And...
They will strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fighting For Their Rights To Be Fools

There is nothing like conditional repetition.
In the doing of something that will never work.
And defying the advice given,
By those who are professional and certified as experts.

A conspiracy is generated to consciously impede.
To ensure something effective does not succeed.
But an intentional application of implemented ignorance...
Says much about a mindset,
Wishing to influence by the lack of experience.
Or pretense of common sense.

There is nothing like conditional repetition.
In the doing of something that will never work.
And defying the advice given,
By those who are professional and certified as experts.

And those who suffer aren't the ones chosen to do so!
They've already identified and decided those who are the jerks.
When it becomes obvious lives are threatened,
By those incompetent and rise in position to rule.

The evidence of this speaks for itself.
The ones protesting with the loudest of voices...
Prove themselves on a daily basis,
Who are the ones truly victimized.
And who are those fighting for their rights to be fools.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress

It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.

Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.

And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.

It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.

They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.

Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.

And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?

And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dragons Teeth.

We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Devastation, desolation
the aftermath of modern war.

Although it shocks us to the core
It recalls to our attention.
We know: we’ve seen it all before.

We have chosen to ignore
Lack of valid information
The aftermath of modern war

To us it’s just another chore
needing little explanation.
We know: We’ve seen it all before

There is no way we can
restore any kind of cultivation.
The after math of modern war.

Still danger lies for evermore
unexploded ammunition.
The aftermath of modern war.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.

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They flooded liquidity in the marketplace but the mortgage rate is based much more on expectations of inflation. So if the average investor believes that there is inflation coming, they'll move that rate up.

quote by Franklin Raines
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I've Got It To Give

Of course I know how to love.
I am love.
I want to give and receive it.
Why do you think I remain disgruntled?
Because I live a life in bliss?
Well...
I do!
And since I'm not sharing any of it,
I'm pissed!
But I am not dripping with it!
Nor do I choose to reek with sentiments.
When it is recognized,
There will be no surprise...
That it is here,
And I've got it to give!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misunderstanding Your Methods

Please...
Spare me the wide eyed sincerity.
If you were,
As you've stated...
'Championing 'MY' Cause'
Your approach to doing so,
Would involve less defamation...
Of my character.
And more of a supportive endorsement.
I would think.

You yelling, 'Off with his head! '
Whenever I appear in public...
Does not provide the right security,
I am currently needing.
Or...
That you are inspired with the right motivation.

I need to be convinced,
Your activities are actually for my benefit!
Not against it.

And...
Just perhaps,
I am just misunderstanding your methods...
And this new strategy to attract positive attention.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attitude Dancing

(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Theres a new kind of dancing
Thats gonna be the rage
You just leave yourself behind
Like an actor on a stage
Cop a different pose
>from the pose youre in
Shine a different attitude
>from underneath your skin
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Any attitude is the proper attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid to change your attitude
Attitude dancing
Free up your spirit with a new attitude
It dont even matter
If you stretch or shake
And it dont really matter
What moves your body makes
And it dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Thats your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Learn to move in another attitude
Attitude dancing
Find the groove in a new attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid of a new attitude
It dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Is your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a new attitude
Do the locomotion in a new attitude
Do the mashed potato in a new attitude
Do the hully gully in a new attitude
Find a role you like
Capture it and freeze
Then turn it around
A hundred and eighty degrees
Or if youre at a loss
Observe some natural dude
And turn into a mirror of his attitude
Attitude, attitude, attitude
Dancing

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Just The Way It Is

'What makes a town,
Some would call...small? '

The minds of the people.

'Well...
If that is known,
Why do they continue to choose
To prove their ignorance? '

Maybe they are not doing that for you.
You see the others?
They are doing that with them too!

And since you are observing this,
To bring it to my attention...
Perhaps if you do not mention it again,
No one will know that you are the one out of place.
The one who criticizes their lives and the pace.
Look around...
See the blank look on their faces?
An absence of thinking,
Connecting together the process of thoughts!

Do you think what they and I have chosen to do...
Will make a difference to the very few,
Who have chosen to live peacefully...
Amongst those who have been blinded,
By a lack of identity?
When invited to a bar-be-cue,
The best thing to do...
Especially if you accept,
Is not to profess to be a vegetarian!
Or begin to sermonize about the eating of cows...
And the drinking of milk.
Who do you 'think' would be considered the fool?

So maybe they are not out to prove anything...
To you or to me or to anyone else!
That's just the way it is here!
Just like some places have Palm Trees.
And here you will find Maple and Pine!

Now...
If you chose to move away from all of this.
My guess is that no one here would mind...
Or notice.
That's just the way it is,
Here!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon Your Terms

For years you interpreted the life you live,
Based upon your terms.
And living it regardless of who you had judged.
Or decided to pass that along,
With a flair and merriment!
Wanting others to join and sing in song!

But today...
They are the ones who just may be in need,
Of your sympathy!
Based upon your terms.
And...
You need not to prove to anyone,
What you have done!
You have won many battles.
And escaped deceiving traps.

But today...
The ones you fought the good fight,
Are themselves feeling betrayed.
And just might be needing...
Even a glimpse of your empathy,
You may dispense to acknowledge their grief.
Based upon your terms.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Right Now

Right now...
It does not matter that it is,
Or that it is what it is.
Maybe to you a point of view,
From another...
That is the same as the others,
Is not given the way you expected.
But that still does not change...
What remains the same.
And it is obvious your opinion that is given,
With an attached emotion that is driven...
Feeds a needing ego,
Instead of a common sense missing...
And you are in need of assistance not admitted,
That has been distanced and you could use.
Since...
Right now,
It does not matter that it is,
Or that it is what it is.
Maybe to you a point of view,
From another...
That is the same as the others,
Is not given the way you expected.
But that still does not change...
What remains the same.
And it is obvious your opinion that is given,
With an attached emotion that is driven...
Feeds a needing ego,
Instead of a common sense missing...
And you are in need of assistance not admitted,
That has been distanced and you could use...
Some sense,
Right now.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Right Now I Feel a Chill

You,
And your 'ALL ABOUT ME' attitude bores.
Your self obsession with self and 'exterior' virtues...
Have stretched beyond limits.
And...
This is no longer considered as an affliction,
Of mental illness.

Something inside of you does not connect,
And is missing.
It does not exist.
And the value of what is not there but gone...
Is obvious 'it' was never there for you to have a clue.

I use to think it was me who could not express,
At times...empathy!
However,
I have never been accused of being heartless.
And when I think of you...
That is the first thing that enters my mind!

In fact,
Right now I feel a chill.
And I have yet to open the door,
To request you now exit to leave!
Please...
No cold icy to throw,
Eye staring daggers.
And...
No need for me to be less than cordial about this.
Is it?
Or reason you wish to prolong this visit?
Is it?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perception Of Success

A perception of success that is fed,
And eventually loses its taste...
Because of the excessive waste of it.
Is a re-creation,
Of that which has already been created.
There is nothing but rust to wait for to digest it.

And since there is a lack of innovation expressed,
Those who are fed perceptions of success...
Only know it if it has been copied from another,
With a collective mindset impressed and approving...
Only what a limitation of processed blocked and blind vision,
Has been taught to them to accept, reject and to ignore.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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