Your Name Is Not Required to Be Tattooed
Every now and then an intention is made...
To get someone involved in the display,
Of unabashed ignorance.
As if a festival of demons have descended to begin...
An onslaught of misdeeds.
Those wise would turn away.
Or do what is best not to accept an invitation.
It is suggested to exit from these crowded spaces quick.
With a minding of one's business.
Why advocate a solicitation of wickedness?
As a recommendation
Avoid unneeded heated confrontation.
With the acknowledgement that some people are born,
To initiate conflict.
Your disgust does not have to be verbalized.
Just witnessed with opened eyes.
Remember...
The alternative is to keep a peace of mind active.
And,
If one is blessed to know the importance of having it...
The sustaining that maintains can be likened to the protecting,
Of a treasure chest filled to the brim with precious jewels...
That no one out of touch with the 'self',
Is not welcomed to share.
Know this and disappear,
From those clearly selling anguish and despair.
Your name is not required to be tattooed on any of it.
Know this and disappear,
From those clearly selling anguish and despair.
Your name,
Is not required to be tattooed...
On any of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain With An Anguish
A pain with an anguish,
Comes to be delivered...
And no matter what the language.
A pain with an anguish,
To be extinguished...
Comes!
Choices given to make decisions,
Have been thoroughly observed.
And...
Witnessed to conflict with wishes,
To have a peace on Earth.
As this Earth was created to serve.
But...
Many believed their greeding,
Was just for them this creation made.
And with an isolating themselves away,
Few have realized their mistakes.
People talk about entitlements.
With a choice to choose their own interests.
But their own interests just don't sit well...
With THAT passing judgements from a greater realm.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
No one living doing things to others...
Can hide what they've done and run.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain with an anguish,
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
A pain with an anguish...
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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We'll See How That Goes
Had you ever felt offended,
By receiving an invitation from an enterprise...
Who initially did not seek your presence inside.
Where others who patronize were welcomed to sit.
And the only reason you received an invitation...
Was to assist this enterprise from going out of business?
And it has been requested you assist them to avoid this?
Did you feel offended?
OR has this ever happened to you?
And when closed eyes finally open to a wider view,
Would you rather spend time with people like that?
Or where services are rendered...
And people without exception know how to exchange respect.
Especially when business and money is involved.
'So...
Are you going to accept the invitation? '
No.
But I may offer to buy their business.
We'll see how that goes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember, Faith Saves
Grab some time to be alone.
Rest your mind...
And put aside your anguish.
Don't condone,
Or savor despair.
Don't try to own it!
Leave it there.
Remember,
Faith saves.
Remember,
Faith saves.
Remember...
Keep your belief,
You can and will receive peace.
As much as you need.
Faith saves.
Whatever reasons that are there...
To magnify your sorrows.
Sunshine tomorrow comes.
If you allow it to be welcomed.
Troubles are meant to sit.
Like any obstacle that comes...
Wishing you not to get over it.
Unless you wish your problems to remain...
Like a pain that is given attention to drain.
With your wish to claim it in repeated complaints.
Remember,
Faith saves.
Remember,
Faith saves.
Remember...
Keep your belief,
You can and will receive peace.
As much as you need.
Faith saves.
Whatever reasons that are there...
To magnify your sorrows.
Sunshine tomorrow comes.
If you allow it to be welcomed.
Grab some time to be alone.
Rest your mind...
And put aside your anguish.
Don't condone,
Or savor despair.
Don't try to own it!
Leave it there.
Remember,
Faith saves.
Remember...
Keep your belief,
You can and will receive peace.
As much as you need.
Faith saves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Care
I care.
But with no one will I share,
A welcoming of their despair.
I have been there.
And with routine...
Struggled with troubles,
To get nowhere.
Until I chose to leave behind,
All those factors...
That comforted and satisfied,
My then limited mind!
I care.
But with no one will I share,
A welcoming of their despair.
Too much of life goes unexperienced.
And experiencing life...
Seems to bring a freshness,
To an atmosphere filled with stagnant air.
Philosophies and past ideals,
Spoken about but never seized...
Leaves those choking on remedies,
Of 'what could be' and possibilities.
But few are willing to venture...
Beyond their own censored cemented senses.
And in a country settled by Europeans,
A conflict remains...
As to whose mindset,
Has influenced the strain...
Of an etiquette that maintains,
And sustains a continued drain!
With such influence.
I care.
But with no one will I share,
A welcoming of their despair.
It is what it is...
And that's it.
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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What you made me be
Anguish for success is the life I see
I would lament, yet my passion is gone
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
Optimistic consent was my one fee
For then I become an automaton
Anguish for success is the life I see
A Crimson pill held the new soul of me
Consumed, laden me steel hide, broken dawn
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
Old indolent self brought down to its knee
Obsolete it was made, a useless pawn
Anguish for success is the life I see
Only once, the now meek self sighs in glee
Released from the torturous mental brawn
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
A required evil, never to be free
My protests, therefore, from my mind well sawn
Anguish for success is the life I see
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
poem by Paul O'Brien
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Leaving Was The Best Thing
My home I opened without restrictions.
No conditions were you required to meet.
I wanted to treat you to peace,
And hospitality!
But you wanted to keep secrets.
And disrespected my privacy.
The same I afforded you.
You made my business yours...
As you provided none to share.
I once cared.
My peace of mind is not yours to dissect!
Leaving was the best thing,
You left between us!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember This
Stop blaming those effects,
You did not expect to affect you life...
In the way they have,
On me or others to depress.
You picked and chose,
With a careful selection...
Every aspect,
In full consciousness.
You are the receiver of your beliefs.
Whether you accept that or not.
And apparently those decisions,
You alone made without initial regret...
Have come to stare you in the face.
And this makes you upset.
Why?
Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
So do not accuse me 'now'...
Of having no empthy towards you to show.
OR none coming from me to you to express.
Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
And if I had not...
That would have led to an argument,
You would have kept to never forgive or forget!
Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
And doing that,
I have learned what is best to protect...
With a peace that has welcomed my happiness.
Remember this...
I have given to you 'exactly' what you wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Go
As your disappearing I'm hearing
All I wanted you to say
I should focus more on the thought of
letting you just slip away
But I get this strange feeling your not revealing
Everything you wanted to say
So it's just a little harder for me to play the part of
Watching you walk away
So before you disappear again
Just think of what you're feeling and don't go
There's more to what your telling me
I'm not buy what your selling me don't go
Don't you understand that I'm stranded
In a feeling I can't shake
Don't you realise that I'm frightened
Of all the things your gonna to take
And now you seem so distant so much more resistant
To ever let the feeling show
So it's hard for me to face it
Even less replace it
Everything your letting go
So before you disappear again
Just think of what you're feeling and don't go
There's more to what your telling me
I'm not buy what your selling me don't go
song performed by by Kasey Chambers from The Captain
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Despair in Love, Love in Despair
Why do i find solace in my loneliness
But find sorrow with those wit whom i share the same blood
Why do i hide behind these fake smiles of happiness
When this sorrow and unrest washes over my soul like a flood
Its pathetic how i'm laughing on the outside
Laughing at how everyting is all right
While i'm crying and dying on the inside
Not wanting anyone to see my sad sad plight
Why is it that i continuosly distance myself
from those who are or try to get close
I see love as nothing more than a drug
that people are addicted to the point of overdose
I am one who finds solace in despair
in sorrow, in sadness, in darkness
I am one who feels pain in love
I see it as evil like a vulture, instead of pure like a dove
Love can build, but it can also destroy
It takes away everything, all of the joy
Despair may seem like incarnated bitterness
But its there to comfort in the face of loneliness
I find myself wishing for the company of the feeling of melancoly
Its as if i can't function without it
Like a flower without an ounce of water
Could this feeling be, truly be love
I see that in the end, that i find myself in a paradox
A large cell with many locks
Two sides of the same coin
Love and Despair, Despair and Love
Despair in Love, Love in Despair
I can't make it disappear
Don't want to make it disappear
poem by Harrison Fairchild
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Anger and Anguish
You leave these memories you don't need,
To fade away.
Who wants to remember...
People so driven with their no hiding hate.
Who wants to remember...
When truth became for us outdated.
And deceit became the bait,
That was related and we ate it.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
You leave these memories you don't need,
To fade away.
Who wants to remember...
People so driven with their no hiding hate.
Who wants to remember...
When truth became for us outdated.
And deceit became the bait,
That was related and we ate it.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
People in anguish and bitter.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
This.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
Anger and anguish.
Who wants to remember...
This.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Festivity For The Demise Of A Demon!
The streets are crowded with festival customers,
Who hold their precious torn currency and the polymers,
No difference on these roads as rich and poor,
Every one of them walks side by side not in despair
To buy something to celebrate the festival of lights,
Each state has its own tale as a proof to celebrate,
Mostly the evil was destroyed by the good,
And the wish of an evil person is being fulfilled,
As a festival, having the oil bath and firecrackers,
Wearing the new clothes for the demise of a wicked,
The old and young, healthy and sick, men and women,
Children and adults group together as families,
To wake up before sun rise, to follow the same rituals,
Our ancestors have done on thousands of new moon,
Of the specific month, though we chased away the terror,
The demons are found everywhere on the streets,
Which haunt our souls and weak bodies with no fright,
We are happy in our hearts with what little we have,
As we are proud to be bonded with lights of love,
That light up our mind to witness suffering of others,
As we always share not only our love, but also the woe.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Sick Of Their Tricks
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention.
With an unleashed disbelief.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Donating my time to be further manipulated,
To have my focus by them castrated.
Has left them behind to tempt or bait my mind.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention to them.
With an unleashing of disbelief.
To wonder in a pondering as they increase their misdeeds.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Not even to pause to peep what they seek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Way To Avoid Misunderstandings
The best way to avoid misunderstandings,
Amongst those heated in debate...
In your presence.
Is to not be the one who is quick to volunteer,
A willingness to express maturity.
With a seeking to comprehend,
How a conflict initiated to begin.
Let those who choose to pointlessly argue,
With no resolve in view...
Continue.
And when asked to express an opinion to give,
Stare with a blank face in space.
As if you have not a clue why anyone would ask...
You,
Anything.
If that doesn't work,
Pretend you are looking for your house keys...
That you hold clearly to be seen,
In your hand.
Then do a quick exit,
The moment someone notices this...
With a bringing of it to your attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Unused Space
I love your place.
You seem to have a lot,
Of unused space!
I wonder if...
'No!
Avoid any wondering.
Especially if you do it here.
You have your eyes on 'space'.
I have my mind on peace.
A peace I'm going to keep!
Just as it is felt.
Feel it?
Remember it.
And eliminate any wondering.'
I was just going to suggest...
Your renting out some of it.
And the expenses we could split!
'No!
Avoid any wondering.
Especially if you do it here.
You have your eyes on 'space'.
I have my mind on peace.
A peace I'm going to keep!
Just as it is felt.
Feel it?
Remember it.
And eliminate any wondering.
What you find here...
Is something I treasure AND endear.
It aint about money,
I most need and sometimes want.
This is about peace.
The peace that allows me to flaunt it...
Inside my mind.
And every headache others wish to find,
On the other side of these windows and doors?
I have long in my mind,
Left behind! '
But...?
You have...
THIS!
'And,
No time left...
To discuss any conflict,
You may have with it!
And developing on your manipulating lips.
You may sit and continue your visit,
Or go.'
But we are cousins.
Blood relatives.
First cousins,
In fact!
'And your point,
Is...
What? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Toy
Doo wop bop
When it comes to boys
Mamma always said
Never let any temptation
Go to your head
Doo wop bop
Oh but its so tempting so delicious
When I kiss your lips
When I feel your fingertips
Cause ooh, you my love toy
No batteries required
Ooh youre my love toy
Wind me up and I start to move
Ooh youre my love toy
No batteries required
No, no, no Id be so ashamed
Beisdes Ive got my reputation to maintain
Must you be so darn persistent
Tryin to make me weak
bout to knock me off my feet
Ooh, you my love toy
No batteries required
Ooh youre my love toy
Wind me up and I start to move
Ooh youre my love toy
No batteries required
Doo wop bop, ooi ooi doo wop, doo wop bop
You are always on the sly
When I see you smiling
With that look in your eyes
Whispering those little secrets
You really turn me on
Doo wop bop
Makes me wanna have more fun
Ooh, you my love toy
No batteries required
Ooh youre my love toy
Wind me up and I start to move
Ooh youre my love toy
No batteries required
Ooh...que rico
Ooi ooi doo wop bop
No batteries required
Ooi ooi doo wop bop
Love toy
Ooi ooi doo wop bop
No batteries required
Ooi ooi doo wop bop
Love toy
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Everybodys Selling Something
More 4/4s in the neighborhood
Banging on the same guitar
Dreaming of living in hollywood
Puffing on a big cigar
Prima ballerina in a magazine
Call her on the telephone
Tell her that youre sending up a limousine
She say: I dont know...
I know where to go!
Now 4/4s in a different mood
Thinks hes gonna change the world
Making all the money that some others should
Guess its cause we dont deserve
Meet a lot of people in a magazine
Tell you where not to go
Tell you that Im living out a fantasy
You say: you dont know
They play me on the radio
You gotta walk before you crawl
Remember everybodys selling something
You gotta talk before you know
Remember everybodys selling something
Theres like a racket on the ball
Remember everybody wants attention
You gotta rock before you roll
Remember everybodys selling something
Sell me something
Sell me something
Sell me something
Now!
Now 4/4s into mother earth
Hurry up and wait t.v.
Funny how your lifell take a different turn
And how you get to dance for free
See a lot of freedom in your magazine?
Does it tell you what you want to know?
Tell you once and maybe twice and maybe three times
Thats all right!
Were coming out in stereo!!!
You gotta walk before you crawl
Remember everybodys selling something
You gotta talk before you know
Remember everybodys selling something
Theres like a racket on the ball
Remember everybody wants attention
You gotta rock before you roll
Remember everybodys selling something
Sell me something
Sell me something
Sell me something
Now!
Sell me something
Sell me something
Sell me something
Now!
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Safe From Harm
All this time I spend in shadow
Hollow from my life’s decay
Always trying to reach outside
Hoping to grab onto a piece of light
Thrown into despair
Because you are never there
Never there to hold me in your arms
Feeling I disappear
‘cause no one sees me here
Here to keep me safe from harm
My tears so many times fall like rain
Flooding my wading pool of misery
Crawling on the floor hear me scream
A faceless voice no one ever sees
Thrown into despair
Because you are never there
Never there to hold me in your arms
Feeling I disappear
‘cause no one sees me here
Here to keep me safe from harm
Why must this tree of lies grow so
My tears have made my heart a stone
This load is weighing me down today
Why won’t you love this all away
Thrown into despair
Because you are never there
Never there to hold me in your arms
Feeling I disappear
‘cause no one sees me here
Here to keep me safe from harm
poem by Barbara Vanier
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I Wont Buy It!
if you're selling salvation
for a one time donation...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling comfort
at the expense of the poor...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling protection
at the cost of individual rights...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling love
bought with diamonds and drugs...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling truth,
but your version of truth...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling today
at the final cost of tomorrow...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling freedom
fed by guns and invasions,
i wont buy it!
get it through your head...
i wont buy it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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