Possession of love
He was much possessive of his wife.
She’d to listen to no other men.
She must move only with women.
He faked love lest she should seek out.
He faked love to block other men.
She sublimated her energy
In devotion to duties and deities.
Thus she went to yellow, sapless.
No more threats from any quarter.
Being safe, he abandoned her.
09.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No time to Fake
Faked?
My abilities and deeds,
You believe has been faked?
I have yet to admit,
All things I am familiar with.
And with 'whom' I have initiated a process.
Faked?
I feel like a child beginning to learn how to walk.
And you believe my efforts taken have been faked?
Are you saying that just to ignite,
The depths of my greatness?
Or...
Are you hoping someone will validate,
More of a perceived ego...
I have yet to publicly admit?
Either way,
I have had no time to fake!
I have enough on my plate as it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faked Faith Tolerated Fades
Some more will come.
Thy 'Will' for them...
Will be done.
And all then will come to see...
A way dictated to others to live,
Is a falsity observed decreasing.
With nothing about it positive.
More will even come to know,
Only God 'our' Father...
Can bestow,
What it is,
We need to live and grow.
This as it is,
Is the life one should live.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
More will even come to know,
Only God 'our' Father...
Can bestow,
What it is,
We need to live and grow.
This as it is,
Is the life one should live.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Squish removes stress
Play or exercise;
Then sublimated is your aggression.
Craft or write;
Then sublimated is your anxiety.
Help or serve.
Then sublimated is your energy.
When you squish yourself,
Melts down your stress.
12.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sociopath (2)
Yes, but no; the answer’s no.
Right but wrong, always wrong
Empathetically empty, emotions faked,
Faked very badly, not understood at all.
Laughter during pain, tears during anger
Smiles during misery and joy alike.
Constant confusion of the human state of mind
Reads fantasy books to try and grasp emotional reactions
Smile, yes; that’s how I should react,
Elude the emotions I constantly re-enact.
poem by Lenore Lee
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Faked To Create
I grew up encouraged to think independently.
And to believe 'everything' I saw on TV,
Was faked to create what was not real.
Many haven't had that opportunity.
And live controlled and unfortunate lives.
Not because of TV.
But because they've been taught,
To have thoughts to think...
Is a waste to keep them processed,
And a value that has no place.
I grew up encouraged to think independently.
And to believe 'everything' I saw on TV,
Was faked to create what was not real.
I feel so alone sometimes,
When I have trouble finding the remote.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Leaving Of The feeling Of An Insecurity
Don't be afraid to knock.
No.
Don't be afraid to knock,
On...
A door you think is locked.
You never know what's on the other side,
So..
Don't be afraid to knock.
You never know what you'll find inside.
So...
Don't be afraid to knock on,
A door believed is locked.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to stop.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to block.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to chase away,
When nothing felt is faked.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to stop.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to block.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to chase away,
When nothing felt is faked.
Don't be afraid to knock.
No.
Don't be afraid to knock,
On...
A door you think is locked.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to stop.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to block.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to chase away,
When nothing felt is faked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Threats To Keep A People In Grief
How can we seek solutions...
When our denials love to bask,
In a pleasing done by deceit.
How can we non-fictionalize our lives,
When fiction is all we seek.
How can we ever expect to accept the truth,
When none of it is believed.
And how is a greatness once perceived,
So willing to feed decadence...
And allow conflict and division succeed.
All of these may be questions!
But the opportunity to answer them,
Become threats to keep a people in grief.
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Devotion & Surrender
Love, devotion surrender
Listen,
If youre tired of walkin around and getting nowhere,
I know, theres a path thats leading towards the master.
Chorus:
Love, devotion and surrender
Love, devotion and surrender
Love, devotion and surrender
Love, devotion and surrender.
Oh, brother, listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat,
Its keeping time with all the universal children (chorus)
Sister, sing the song created for your brother
Louder, till the (your) heart embraces all the harmony (chorus)
song performed by by Santana
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Love should not cage
Anything in excess is a poison
And love by no way is an exception.
Growing possessive, love severs the tie.
Caged, the beloved wants to flee.
The dove that you keep and feed
Must move about at its ease.
It will come back, liking you,
And if not, it is not yours.
19.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Obviousness Of You doing This
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
The obviousness of you doing this,
Shows with a glow upon your face.
And those you have chosen to oppose,
Only play along as an added hobby.
Knowing it is your disgrace and not theirs,
You can not easily erase.
When the act of yours is traced.
And you are left without explanation.
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
But it is your fate,
Tossed away.
With no escaping,
From the damage you make to fake...
An opposition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Blonde in the Red Leather Booth
I was sitting in Katz Delicatessen
waiting for Sam to arrive,
when this blonde with her date
made their entrance.
They took seats in a booth on the side.
You know I'm not given to gossip
but I couldn't not hear if I tried.
They were speaking of sexual matters,
all about faked orgasms and lies.
The Blonde started bucking and shaking,
moving her head side to side.
She muttered God's name in her frenzy,
pretending her Lovers inside.
The booth smelled of sex and red leather
The Petite-Mort faked with great pride.
I muttered' I'll have what she's having.'
to the waitress who stood by my side.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Lay All Your Love On Me
(b. andersson / b. ulvaeus)
Laa...
I wasnt jealous before we met,
Now every woman I see is a potential threat.
And Im possessive, it isnt nice.
Youve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice.
But now it isnt true,
Now everything is new,
And all Ive learned has overturned.
I beg of you...
Dont go wasting your emotion,
Lay all your love on me.
(dont go sharing your devotion)
It was like shooting a sitting duck.
A little smalltalk, a smile, and baby I was stuck.
I still dont know what youve done with me;
A grown-up woman should never fall so easily.
I feel a kind of fear,
When I dont have you near.
Unsatisfied, I skip my pride,
I beg you dear...
Dont go wasting your emotion,
Lay all your love on me.
Dont go sharing your devotion,
Lay all your love on me.
Ive had a few little love affairs.
They didnt last very long and theyve been pretty scarce.
I used to think I was sensible,
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible.
cause everything is new,
And everything is you,
And all Ive learned has overturned.
What can I do?
Dont go wasting your emotion,
Lay all your love on me.
Dont go sharing your devotion,
Lay all your love on me
Dont go wasting your emotion,
Lay all your love on me.
Dont go sharing your devotion,
Lay all your love on me. (dont go)
Dont go wasting your emotion,
Lay all your love on me.
Dont go sharing your devotion...
song performed by by Erasure
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When Do You Plan To Leave?
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
I remember distinctly,
You referring to my 'visions' as delusional.
The ones that corrupted your values and standards.
The ones you said I kept over-re-acted.
And based upon my own dissatisfactions.
The very same ones...
You now claim affect 'you'.
And leave you stunned.
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
Why are you not in celebration?
Could it be you taste,
A bit of devastation?
And you believe 'my' world has a few vacancies?
Let me share with you this...
In 'my' world,
I've solicited no one to share my peace of mind.
Or the happiness I have found in it!
However...
I do admire your temporary visit.
When do you plan to leave?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Tested Personalities
fear not
because before
God people
you stand tall
in sincerity
which cannot
be faked
need not
be proud
or rest
upon physical
appearances
but is reborn
in the love
personality
of our God
our creator
ourselves
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Unrequited Love
In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt although not faced.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
But pain!
In between lips unkissed and missed.
With a proclamation of strength...
As tears drip from eyes like a typhoon,
Has hit an unexpected wall of sobs.
Someone has been robbed of a trusting job held.
Remembering the region of the Philippines.
Or the China sea.
And the cyclone winds dramatized...
To validate images created,
To compare with the whirlwind within.
In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
But pain!
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
Again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
But...
Too proud am I to admit of,
Unrequited love.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
Again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
But...
Too proud am I to admit of,
Unrequited love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women Were Once Popes
Three times a Pope was a woman.
Instead of a man.
Believe this if you can.
These women were cross dressers looking like men.
YES, three women were the leaders living ruling the Vatican.
Of course, each had a special plan.
To get elected to the Highest position of man.
In the Vatican all women were banned.
Crafty women used ways to infiltrate the Vatican's secrete clan.
In religion, women had taken all they could stand.
From men that don't understand women.
Back then, could you imagine being a lowly woman.
And having a High Class man, manually using a fan
With his hand
To cool here off after she ran.
The powerful State the Vatican.
Woman Popes were the most powerful humans of all lands
During their tenure, lacking the correct sex glands.
Arts not kidding about women leading the Vatican.
They, wishing he would shut up of a woman Pope faked as man.
poem by Arthur Knackmus
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To conserve energy
Energy drains away in discomforts.
Pain, fear and anger contribute to it.
Energy conserves well in comforts.
Peace and happiness squarely promote it.
Be with the people you are at ease with
Rather than the ones who are indifferent.
Energy is conserved in privacy
And drained in public puzzles.
Love is the greatest energy saver.
Faith, belief and hope add to energy.
Doubts and suspicion erode energy.
To conserve energy is in your hand.
29.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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From A Faked Surface
My love is complete!
I do not offer pieces of it to please.
What is felt is spoken.
And the affect of it given,
Is not my purpose or intent...
To disrespect or offend.
And...
If my love is received that way,
What I am given in return...
Has to be crumbs conveniently scraped,
From a faked surface.
To be eventually dismissed.
My love is complete!
I do not offer pieces of it to please.
If that is what you are accustomed to doing...
You will not know true love with me.
When I give it,
It is with all that I have...
Blemishes, flaws and regrettable moods.
To correct...
But never to hide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women
I love women, I think theyre great
Theyre a solace to the world in a terrible state
Theyre a blessing to the eyes, a balm to soul
What a nightmare to have no women in the world
I love women
I love women
I love women
We all love women
I used to look at women in the magazines
I know that it was sexist, but I was in my teens
I was very bitter, all my sex was on the sly
I couldnt keep my hands off women, and I wont till I die
I love women
Ah, I love women
We love women
We all love women
A womans love can lift you up, and women can inspire
I feel like buying flowers and hiring a celestial choir
A choir of castratis to serenade my love
Theyd sing a little bach for us and then wed make love
I love women
I love women
We all love women
We love women
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Why Can't You Keep It Celebrated?
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
What's keeping you from trusting God with all your faith?
That faith...
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
What's keeping you from trusting God with all your faith?
That faith...
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
That faith,
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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