I am not interested in slickness for the sake of slickness.
quote by Ralph Bakshi
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Down Down Down The Drain They Go
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
The affect of it has made them sick.
Although the implementation of it,
Came easy for them to inflict.
Using slander as an ingredient to base...
A defamation of character,
To pepper gossip heated to deface.
And not letting a waste of time go by,
To bake personalities...
And watch some fry.
Finding like minds just as demented.
And overtime their own crimes...
Began to boil over.
And lamenting it...
They could not stop,
Or it prevent.
These deeds of theirs they tried to drop!
But...
Down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And the flushing of them came rather quick.
As a mending began to heal...
The wounds once salted,
Abused and picked!
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
And this gutter sludge suitable for the sewer...
Gets kicked to the curb,
And drifts!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
And this gutter sludge gets a lift,
As it drifts away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smoked Screens
A gamble projected to succeed,
Has failed miserably.
And it seems as though,
Those wishing to influence...
With more excessive tricks,
Are continuing to make false appearances...
From behind smoked screens.
As if to float on majestic clouds...
With no one aware of their slickness.
And no, they are not convincing enough,
Since...
Too many are awakening from all delusions.
And the acknowledgement of it,
For those snapping out from under a spell...
That had left them unconscious,
Can no longer avoid the attempts made...
To leave them permanently hypnotized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Would Do Anything
Excuses,
Have been allowed...
To seduce you,
With their usage.
And I am not
Going to invite,
That kind of tragedy to start.
Not around me,
To invade my heart!
You have begun...
To feel free
To swing open and close doors instantly!
To have me from them flung.
With an enjoyment,
You think is fun!
But that will not be done.
Not here!
That person I want with me,
Can not be you!
This I can see.
You would do anything...
For anyone,
Who is willing to pay...
For your attention displayed.
And to sit on a fence...
Between my needs,
And your pretentions to please...
With a grand entrance,
To subject me to your whims...
Whenever you decide for them to begin.
Will not here win,
Glazed eyes of approval!
I am not the one to impress,
With the slickness of dress rehearsals!
And you can not deliver,
A performance felt from your gut at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fearing a Slip of a Greatness Sipped
Trillions they owe.
Trillions are owed to them.
And still they encourage everyone,
To spend spend spend.
A tragedy born of plastic.
With a dramatic loss of elasticity.
Strained by concepts and poor decisions.
This has created an overwhelming deformity.
Even turnips have been sucked,
Of the blood they bleed.
Not millions or billons but trillions they owe.
Indebted to the flow of greed.
With a selfish need bestowed.
And fearing a slip of a greatness sipped,
A diminishing surrounds and grows!
Down from the top the drifting is real quick.
But a slickness of deceit...
Has been removed their grip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shadowed By The Thieves
The misdeeds done to do because one can do them,
To others discreetly...
Is a choice made one takes.
Like one who schedules an event to occur,
In one's future before it has happened.
Only to arrive at the date to find that date erased,
By someone thought to have been chased away....
By deceiving strategies layered and laid carefully.
But as facts being as they are when faced,
Devious tricks eventually lose their slickness.
And one with true abilities is discovered to be,
Profoundly cemented in consistent stability.
Overlooked but when revealed as a producer of quality,
A different level has been achieved.
Since those researching have discovered the identities,
Of the true innovators shadowed by the thieves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shame Will Come and Overstay Its Visit
Each time I tell you don't do it...
You do it with a daring of creative attempts.
What makes you 'think'...
Poppa is blind to your lies?
There is no wall you hide behind!
And even if there was...
Your head is thicker with a slickness,
You do not believe I can not see through.
Poppa knows you better than you know yourself.
And there is a lot about 'you',
That is in need of self examination!
Yes!
Don't look at me as if your innocence is being tested.
I made those same moves in grade school.
And a whole lot smoother too!
An if you think your lies...
Will pass by poppa's ears and eyes undetected,
You are a bigger fool than the fool I suspected.
Poppa didn't decide to awaken one day to become wise.
Poppa has lived to observe and learn...
Not to lie.
Because a lie will detach you from integrity.
And without integrity...
You have no dignity or identity to claim.
Shame will come an overstay its visit!
And you...
Will have nothing else to do,
But accept regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love to Hate
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Low Can Traditions Sink?
Is he a hypocrite?
Another self righteous sleaze,
To be known to victimize boys...
With compelling sermons,
Preached from a pulpit.
Or...
Is he just another demon,
Philosophing life with hymns and scriptures.
And using standards long now ditched,
Into cesspools where the wicked become enriched.
And with a knowledge of this...
Give glorious performances as expected.
But when they leave people pleased,
They crawl back into their holes...
Where others like them remove their pretentions.
By disrobing from a slickness...
To do things discreet, down-low and unmentioned.
Is he a hypocrite?
Another self righteous sleaze,
To be known to victimize boys...
With compelling sermons,
Preached from a pulpit?
What do you think?
How low can traditions sink?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The fate of attention
I grew interested.
I became interested.
I stayed interested.
I was no more interested.
I was no longer interested.
I grow uninterested.
It is so for every person
And for every thing
We focus our attention on.
29.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Charade of Parading Unconsciousness
Bloated misquotes,
Intentionally spoken to provoke...
With schemes planted,
By the shallow minded.
Have backed fired!
The purpose had been
To place those of these misdeeds
In positions others would see as influential.
And they have become extremely successful,
Accomplishing their goals.
Many have discovered them as totally insignificant.
And those they have slandered...
With character assassinations,
Have now found themselves assessed,
As visionaries!
But then again...
Why does it take the heartbreak of isolation,
For idiots to be uncovered?
Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness...
That feeds blinded appetites,
To float on comments unspoken or thought
By the ones brought to shame and ostracism.
And it happens too conveniently to smear,
The ones not in fear to speak sincerely!
Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness?
When will the tricks of this wicked slickness end?
Is this too woven into the fabric?
It can not be that tight of a weave...
Since many are awakening highly pissed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am not interested in power for power's sake, but I'm interested in power that is moral, that is right and that is good.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Interested
Your favorite food
What you like to do
Your favorite color
or any other
The thing on your mind
That you like to share
Cause I can stay here
And listen to every word
Because I'm interested
Can I be an instrument
For changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
I'd rather be with you instead
Than anyone else
Cause I'm interested in your middle name
Now don't be ashamed, Naw
It's between me and you
Everything you do
Let your guard down
Because there's a new girl in town
gonna turn it around
I hope that you are down
Because I'm interested
Can I be your instrument
In changing your life
Is that allright?
Because I'm interested
I'd rather be with you instead
of anyone else
I'm wide open
No more secrets
No lie
Don't wanna live like a fool
But I will
For you
So I'll beg
I'll scream
I'll call
I'll write
If that's what it takes for you to be in my life
Because I'm interested
And I'll be an instrument
In changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
And I rather be with you instead
Of anyone else
Oh No
Because I'm interested
And I'll be an instrument
In changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
And I rather be with you instead
Of anyone else (fade)
song performed by by India Arie
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The Shadows of Stephen
You can run alongside but he's out of your hands
He stumbles in the sad and stony road
He has the bible but they have the land
You can touch his side as the slickness of sky
Sends its twisted messages among you
And can you hear your windy cry, that plea
For release against the soldiers of the creed
Of the still-born revolution, hateful energy
On which your authorities feed?
Pray as you may, on your Sabbath of decay
That he will live among the poorly-fed
To be rumoured and remembered
In the dark and centurion years ahead
Write poems for the beauty of his skin
Washed in the blood of your love for him
For which you will be exiles, and pray
He will not drive in limousines
His words will be obscenity
If men are still obscene
They mock his blackness harder than his dreams
Hear his song conciliation, see his eyes
They bind him with passivity, they ride
Beside him through the throng
His hands are open now in theirs'.
Soon they will be shattering his palms.
In the shadows of Stephen
Men will take to arms.
For Stephen Biko
December 1977
poem by Frank Bana
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Women, can you escape?
You may not be interested in sex
But sex is interested in you.
You may not be interested in men.
But men are interested in you.
Women, can you escape us; think.
04.05.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Human beings are interested in two things. They are interested in the reality and interested in telling about it.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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Hiding Behind So Many Names
why does someone
hide in so many names?
if there were only many faces
i am sure that someone
shall buy those faces
and day by day s/he walks
in the malls
and confuse people about
who she is
she may show a smile today
a frown tomorrow
anger today and
gentleness on another day
she me take the face of the clown
or that of a masochist
the sadist
she may buy the face of God
and for a time
for excitement's sake wear
the face of the devil
but for God's sake
who is interested about her games?
not me. are you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Girl
Take me as I am
Though I'm good at pretending
I tire easily
And hurry to the ending
There's more than what you see
But not the way you see it
I hope you follow me
And you get the meaning
Here is where I stand
Here is who I am
And I'm not interested in
Fitting in
I only want to be
To be this girl
I'm not interested in
Giving in I only want to be
This girl
Take me as you will
Under no illusions
I offer myself whole
I give into you and I
Offer you the sky
The sun and moon and seas
But you need to know that I
Not more or less than me
Here is where I stand
Here is who I am
And I'm not interested in
Fitting in I only want to be
To be this girl
I'm not interested in
Giving in
I only want to be
This girl
I'm not interested in
Fitting in
I only want to be
To be this girl
I'm not interested in
Giving in
I only want to be
This girl
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Distance Is and Was
His distance was like a slickness of blackness and ice
Outside the trees wept with damp leaves of loss
And the arrogance of dark winter's cold drew near
Clawing the softness from every living thing.
Her needs were not clear, but the pain of her loss
was etched as sharp as a scrape in soft, timeless metal.
His soul cried to help with heart-felt compassion, but the
wise cunning of distance crafted her sad, subtle traps.
Distance it is, and Distance it was, Distance was the master
and craftsman of their simple love.
His desires of things unsaid beat inside his head like some
strange moth of passion, but when he grasped the mechanism
of his loss and pain, he could but fail in expectation of certainty
that would feed a raging thirst across arid deserts of sand.
Confusion would raise it's harsh cold chisel to chip and wear
against the heat of Love, while he and she would grapple
against the easy route of pain and recurrence, would battle
against the seduction of easy and mindless dismissal of Distance.
Distance it is, and Distance it was, Distance was the master
and craftsman of their simple love.
poem by Kevin Patrick Brown
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Forget Myself
Would you believe it?
Those sapphire eyes
My birthstone, photogenic thighs
And the cameras flash they treat us like stars
We get free rides in chauffeured cars
We talk on the phone and your voice is desire
Winter blows with the summer fires
I promised you whats ours is ours
Somewhere backstage with sean and lars
I go crazy when you walk in the room
I laugh at myself with the girl in bloom
Gimme sex couldnt be too soon
All afternoon then
La parties in the phony lands
Bony grabs with the manicured hands
I always thought you are pretty like a whip
I shouldve watched my step
Cuz I keep on forgetting myself
And I keep on forgetting myself
I keep forgetting myself and
I keep on forgetting myself
I keep on forgetting myself
And I keep on forgetting myself
Who am i?
We both dont know
Time ticks by, where did it go?
You always knew where you were going to
So sweetly you said please come with you
The biggest fear running through my head
When you said you loved me you meant what you said
I was floating - did it go to my head?
When we still sleep with the dogs on the bed?
But the la parties and the vodka fizz
This is not my life, or maybe it is?
And I keep on forgetting myself
And I keep on forgetting myself
I keep forgetting myself and
I keep on forgetting myself
I keep on forgetting myself
And I keep on forgetting myself
Who am i? we both dont know
Time ticks by, where did it go?
Oh I make you doubt me
Oh I dont know why
Youre better off without me
Think Im looking over your shoulder
Cuz theres someone younger and youre feeling older
Youre crazy cuz you never faded
Dont want to be so complicated
See my life come undone
I watch it go and let the damage run
Id change this song now if I could
In the slickness of your blood
(yo yo sabien sabien)
I keep on forgetting myself
And I keep on forgetting myself
I keep forgetting myself and
I keep on forgetting myself (where did you go? )
I keep on forgetting myself
And I keep on forgetting myself
Who am i? we both dont know
Whoa whoa whoa where did you go?
Where did you go now?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Hello hello hello...
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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I was primarily interested in people, and people in action, so that I did nothing photographically in the sense of doing buildings for their own sake or a still life or anything like that.