You May Not Be Able to Feel My Pinch
My reality lived,
Is not yours to claim.
My insights are not like another.
Neither are yours.
But we both can agree...
However we are looking at reality,
There is little room to fantasize
The sting of its clarity.
You may not be able to feel my pinch,
As it is self inflicted.
But I am sure...
You have experienced a kick in the butt!
And that comes to us without description.
Or an invitation you solicit to kiss...
When the kicking of it has been missed!
Either way,
I recommend as a hint...
Do not make neither of those actions,
An accepted routine.
You will just get stuck going nowhere...
Seeking an increase of volunteers.
And many will have their boots tied and ready.
Tempers are on the edge!
So I would step lightly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intentional
No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.
Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.
With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.
This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
It is all quite intentional.
'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Experienced
Deciding to finally be direct...
After years of beating around the bush,
May be a refreshing step for you.
With a mind hesitating,
In an outdated point of view.
But for those who now could care less...
What from them you expect.
Your steps taken,
To see the forest 'and' its trees...
Has left you alone,
In a reality once accepted...
As those observations,
Came then too quick.
To take as they were.
Inspect and leave.
Since for many what you perceive,
Is a reality lived,
And gone as it was believed.
What 'was' no longer exists.
Today changes have become,
Complexed.
And in these times that continue on...
You may find what's next for you too perplexed,
For someone like you...
Who's not experienced in being direct.
You will find that reality you have has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Edge Of Reality
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
I walk along a thin line darling
Dark shadows follow me
Heres where lifes dream lies disillusioned
The edge of reality
Oh I can hear strange voices echo
Laughing with mockery
The border line of doom Im facing
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
Reality, reality, reality, reality,
Reality, reality, reality, reality
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Edge Of Eternity
Wolf tickets are all you say Im selling
Well that goes to show what you need to know
Cause I aint yackin nothin I aint packin
My love can get with your love toe to toe
So when youre ready
Really, truly ready
Holding strong and steady
Ill be good to go
Cause if you start it
I am gonna finish it
I am gonna knock it
Like it aint been knocked before
Getting with this
Know youre gonna be
Stepping off the edge of eternity
Just one kiss
Know its you and me
Stepping off to the edge of eternity
Dead air time is all you say youre hearing
Well that shows how much you dont comprehend
Cause its not in the loud but in the quiet
Where lies the thing that will make your head spin
So when youre willin
Really, truly willin
Not just simply illin
You just let me know
Cause when you get it
I aint gonna quit it
Girl, Im gonna hit it
Like it aint been hit before
Gettin with this
Know youre gonna be
Stepping off to the edge of eternity
Just one kiss
Know its you and me
Stepping off to the edge of eternity
Pie in the sky is all you say I can deliver
Well wait til you feel what Ive got in store
One hundred and eighty pounds of good and plenty
And when youve got the need Ive got some more
So when you mean it
Really, truly mean it
Not just scheming to get to it
We can get it on
Cause if you woo it
Im going to get to it
Girl, were gonna do it
Until every ounce is gone
Gettin with this
Know youre gonna be
Stepping off to the edge of eternity
Just one kiss
Know its you and me
Stepping off to the edge of eternity
Are you ready to step off the edge into eternity
Really, really ready to step off the edge into eternity
Cause if youre ready to step off the edge into eternity
We can step right off the edge into eternity
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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It's The Truth Within All Of Us That Grows
'Poppa...
What's reality? '
Come here, sweet baby!
'Oooowww!
That hurt.
Why did you pinch me, poppa?
Why? '
Did you feel it, honey?
'Yes!
And it hurt too.'
That's reality.
Something you know exists!
Something you can feel.
And if it affects you...
In a way that gets your attention,
With the agreement of others...
Without debate,
You are close to it!
'But still, poppa!
WHAT is reality? '
See this look poppa has?
'Yeah!
It's scaring me.'
You feel anything?
'You don't want me to ask you again, right? '
And I didn't touch you, did I?
That's part of reality as well.
You will learn the difference...
Trust me.
You will learn!
It's the truth within all of us that grows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Try Hard Not To Fantasize
Whose reality is it that I keep,
When I prepare to lay in bed...
Thinking ahead I am there to sleep.
But suddenly finding myself awake,
With memories that seem to creep...
Holding me with wishes,
I wasn't alone but snuggling close...
With someone loved especially there,
Just for me to never leave and love most.
Whose reality is this that I keep,
When I feel I try hard not to fantasize.
Or make attempts not to lie to myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Found In Abundance
Have your eyes been open?
Then what is it you do not comprehend?
Is it the affect of your observations?
Or the reality of the application?
Which is it?
The sting of the feel...
Or the absence of fantasy?
Which is it,
That leaves you filled with grief?
Applied upon your borrowed sorrows.
Which is it...
The sight of it without fruited scents?
Or the magnitude of your nonacceptance?
Which is it?
Didn't your actions present the invitation?
Your display of disgust and irritation...
Will not make what 'is'
Disappear from your delusions.
This mess has been left after the festival...
You thought you could forever digest.
What would you like...?
Would you care for another foreclosure,
To add with your sip of whine...
And the malicious dip,
You and the others find in a shared decline.
Which is it?
I'm sure all of this can be found in abundance for you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Crowded With Lies
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.
A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.
Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!
But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.
People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've gotten my butt kicked by the best. Jet Li beat me up the best, but Steven Segal can still kick a good butt. It's a different kind of kicking, though.
quote by Anthony Anderson
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1STP KLOSR ( One Step Closer )
Break...
I'm about to break!
I need room to breathe... (x3)
I cannot take this anymore
Saying everything Ive said before
All these words, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Less I hear, the less you say
But you'll find that out anyway
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again (x5)
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
And I'm about to break!
Break!
These are the places where I can't feel
Torn from my body, my flesh it heals
During this ride we can cut up what we like
Waiting alone I can not resist
Feeling this hate I have never missed
Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face
Blood is a pouring and pouring and pouring..
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! Im about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
And Im about to..
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to..
song performed by by Linkin Park
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I've Lived With It Too Long
My every thought you dispute.
As if my insights,
Were ignited by ego.
Little do you know,
How my life has been lived.
Or those experiences...
That once kept my eyes full of tears.
And those disappointments felt,
That brought the sounds of those who cheered.
As if their actions,
Would have me feel agony and fear.
Let me make this absolutely clear...
You are not the first,
To dispute my thoughts with such a thirst.
Nor will you be the last,
I tell to kiss my ass!
What I observe is a truth being mis-served.
With a dishonesty being done.
And I am not the one,
To easily have it shunned.
Nor do I care who despairs in its presence.
I've lived with it too long.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Just Want the Attention
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Scented fresh?
I could care less.
Your attitude is not perfumed!
And I quickly distanced myself from it...
When your presence filled the entire room.
You're too self assured!
And nothing is wrong with that.
But I can not imagine you,
Butt naked with me in the sack!
I am not that submissive.
Although I'm known to be attracted,
To domineering folks who trap.
Being hunted and captured...
With sweat pouring down my back.
Yes,
I'm prone to fantasize.
But reality snaps me away from that!
If you softened your eyes,
And licked your lips.
Sat quietly and portrayed...
There was 'something' in your life you missed.
If you spoke in a whisper instead of shouting in a bark...
And pretended I had 'command'
You could have me AND my heart!
But...
You just want to tease!
As if I am here to notice it.
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Even if you approached me...
I'd teach you a lesson or two!
'You!
Yes...
YOU!
When you are through...
I'm over here! '
Some people just want the attention,
All to themselves!
I thank God I'm not like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Are the Myths
And when they awakened,
From a deep sleep...
No one could convince,
It was reality creeping in!
No one could convince them,
It was of their creation.
A tasteless blend...
No one offered to recommend.
It was fed right in their sight.
How could this be?
This unsettling vision that frights!
Stark and bare without a hint of spice.
For decades it was there!
It was as clear as the blight ignored!
Even though this appeared to them everywhere.
Many prayed these 'sightings' would go away.
It was too painfully portrayed.
Sugarless and embittered seethings...
Preyed upon their doorsteps!
But it was indeed 'reality' they dismissed.
And it wasn't going anywhere!
It was there glaring.
And they insisted...
They had no idea it existed!
Where are the myths they knew?
Who chased them to drift...
With a shallowness dismissed.
Where are the myths they once pursued?
And who has delivered this?
To leave for the unbelieving...
As a tormenting joke!
Left to traumatize and cripple as it sits!
Where are the myths...
To protect a comfort,
Many knew for them would be sorely missed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The difference between reality and unreality is that reality has so little to recommend it.
quote by Allan Sherman
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My Secrete Kiss
My secrete kiss,
a patient less bliss
I almost missed.
A touch of spice with a sexual might,
a mental invitation to feel his thighs.
Damn I think as I sigh…hum
My secrete kiss I almost missed
my secret kiss need not be my secrete or his.
What is hidden in my secrete kiss that I should care to hide,
keep out of others sight,
his and her eyes.
It just might be,
this secrete is not just mine.
poem by Denise Veras
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Fantasize
We fantasize in our daydreams
the way we want things to be
wishing all the time
our fantasy will come true.
We find so much comfort
in our fantasy dream word
than we do in our reality
that we hope that one day
we can step out of this world
and step into that.
Saying to ourselves that it would be better
than the world we have,
but just suppose we did that.
Are we sure, it is what we really want?
No one will ever know,
as it is just our fantasy.
The one we fantasize about
when things get us down.
In our daydreams from time to time.
29 August 2011
poem by David Harris
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No Longer Disputed
The reality of self inflicted pain,
Eventually gains one thing...
For the feeler of it,
Awakening...
From a numbness,
Of what has been done.
Being...
One's closer involvement,
With clarity.
Now no longer disputed,
As to 'who' has been doing this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have No Desire To See Our Worlds Collide
You have always said to me...
I lived in my own world.
And I did not object.
In fact...
I accepted what was 'then',
Your way to address...
My nonconformity.
And today you say to me,
I should express more empathy...
To you,
As 'your' reality...
Has increasingly ceased.
But I...
Have no desire,
To see our worlds collide.
Nor am I wishing,
To seek an approval that accepts my insights.
Just know this...
You have been right all along.
And I wish to keep things as is.
For me your assessment,
Has awarded me with benefits.
And I...
Have no desire,
To see our worlds collide.
Goodbye!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Detriment To A Kept And Worshipped Evil
A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Leaves one to identify darkness,
As the only life there to share.
And unfortunate is the mind,
Stuck and transfixed...
On a daily search that seeks,
This to sow and this to reap as fit.
A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Has accepted limitation.
With just wickedness to spare instead.
Options of alternatives...
Does not exist,
Inside this kind of head that dreads.
And one with a consciousness like this,
Is deeply troubled.
And has been convinced,
Any sign of happiness felt or by others shown...
Is a detriment to a kept and worshipped evil,
One wishes to spread and see condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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