I assume you know what to do with this. That's why you were hired.
quote by Grant Tinker
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Assume They Lie
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
Even those first introduced.
Assume they lie.
Relieve yourself,
From listening to future excuses.
Until someone has won your trust.
With a thorough scrutiny,
Only time affords one they can safely give up.
Don't try to analyze someone first met.
Assume they lie.
Assume they disrespect.
Assume they gossip like all the rest.
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
When meeting someone fresh upon the scene,
Assume they lie...
Until your honesty and dignity given,
Has not corrupted your willingness to trust.
Don't sit in denial with tears to cry.
Until that time has come,
And you are convinced...
You have met someone different,
Than those who have rushed away...
After crushing your trust.
Assume they lie.
Don't even try to wonder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm just a hired actor who was hired for a particular job, but I think one of the joys of reading the script was the way that the personal and the global are woven together.
quote by Jeremy Northam
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The Republican National Committee hired me, and they hired me because they wanted someone who could look members straight in the eye and tell them the truth.
quote by Frank Luntz
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Vulnerabilities
Do not 'assume' I am not aware,
Of the nonsense you pass under my nose.
Or with your doing of it makes it okay.
My eyes and ears are never closed to your doings.
Underestimating with an undermining done,
From the comfort of your couch...
Does not mean you have the keys,
That have opened the door to my vulnerabilities.
Do not 'assume' I am not aware,
Or that I am not prepared...
To use the tools I've learned to entrap fools,
Believing my mind is out to lunch.
Do not 'assume' I am not a collector of fools,
To munch and crunch as a preference.
Nor should you perceive my tolerance level,
To be so high as to allow a sneak to weaken me.
Do not assume I use an approach,
That can be effectively encroached upon.
But I will say this...
Your attempts will teach us both a few lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hired Gun
Morning light meet the day
Nervous eyes look both ways
And it just wont matter, spring or fall
Theres bread to win and shots to call
And there aint nobody out there
Just a wild uncertainty
Its in your stride but it aint no fun
Sometimes I feel just like a hired gun
I feel just like a hired gun
Always on the run
And how it started, well you cant recall
Did someone push you, did someone stall
Whatever the reasons there was lots to learn
To get home safely and not get burned
And its all so cold and empty
As you watch the setting sun
Youve picked up every dirty trick
Just to keep yourself always on the run
And I feel just like a hired gun
Always on the run
I dream of comfort and friendship long
But I cant trust you or anyone
The scars still hurt me and I dont let them heal
Each ones a lesson, each ones a shield
And I may even love you dearly
And I loathe what I have to do
You see Ive picked up every dirty trick
In my fear of you
cos you make me feel just like a hired gun
Always on the run
song performed by by Chris Rea
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I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
quote by Walt Whitman
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to Hell?
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kiss the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
And I'll never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
Didn't call
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
As she calls
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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Victor Young had been hired to write the score for the dances of The Ten Commandments but he became very ill. You were then hired to write the score. But at the same time you'd written The Man with the Golden Arm score.
quote by Elmer Bernstein
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to hell
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kissed the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
And Ill never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
And she calls
song performed by by Stone Roses
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We Assume
We live in a world where we assume,
we assume stuff in our heads
that are of a different tune.
A different tune that the other person thinks,
because this person is living their own dream.
So it doesn't matter what you say or do
if you are not on the same page by answering it through.
So if you want to just assume,
you might as well go play with a child's balloon.
For it has a lot of hot air,
it doesn't matter if you even care.
So ask your questions, but look for reason why
for you are not the one who decides-
How a person should live their life.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 6,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Wisdom born of experience should tell us that war is obsolete. There may have been a time when war served as a negative good by preventing the spread and growth of an evil force... If we assume that life is worth living, if we assume that mankind has the right to survive, then we must find an alternative to war.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Before a man speaks it is always safe to assume that he is a fool. After he speaks, it is seldom necessary to assume it.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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I Cannot Be...
i cannot be always the guardian angel
to your stupidity which like a female cow in heat
somehow escapes from the fence when i begin to take my much needed sleep.
when that cat in your hand escapes to eat the moon
i cannot always assume the body of the dog
for in my own weakness i assume the shadow of the mouse
sometimes i let you go and wish that you fall off from that cliff and die for my own
good.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Never never never
Never assume anything
Never take anything for granted
Never take things simplistically
As though
There is no reason
For every
Leaf that falls prematurely
A schoolboy who never wants to go to school again
A little girl who kills herself because of poverty
(all the while it was her father who raped her)
never assume that poor countries exist
because their leaders are corrupt
and all for that reason
the people too voted for them
the people too sold their votes
never assume that only one is at fault
the criminal has his own reasons too
the complainant the more
he will raise his fist and say there is injustice
but you are there for the scales
and you balance them and look at every word that is uttered
and leaves no stone unturned
the sharpness of the knife
the depth of the wounds
the amount of blood that is lost
the possible alibi
the hideous lie
the witnesses who do not blink
the bullet that is left
could be a gun and not a knife
could be the stranger not the wife
never never assume anything
you will be called upon to judge
let the innocent child in you arise
seeing new in everything that meets your eye
that tells your mind
and speak without fear
to honestly
tell that the emperor after all is wearing no new clothes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Go Go Go
Raise your hands
Raise your hands high
Dont take a seat
Dont stand aside
This time
Dont assume anything
But go go go
I am a problem child
Ive been wild all my days
All my anger and my rage
My senses said it would lead me astray
I said go go go
Raise your hands
Raise your hands high
Dont take a seat
Dont stand aside
This time
Dont assume anything
This time
Dont assume anything
I said this time
Dont assume anything
One two three four
Jump jump jump so high
Watch me let you down
If I stumble I will stumble
If I fall I will fall
Try to hold it like rain in the river
But everything is getting bigger
Better this wont last forever
Touch me and fall
Yeah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Wants To Listen To Him
Why are those people screaming,
At the driver of the vehicle?
He didn't cause the wheels to fall off.
I thought they hired full time mechanics,
To monitor the safety of it.
'They do have full time mechanics.'
Shouldn't they be the ones found,
To be at fault for the wheels falling off?
That is in 'their' area of expertise.
I would think.
'Yeah. I agree.
However...
Here is the dilemma.
You see...
They were not hired because they were qualified.
They were hired because they had the look,
And the presence of being mechanics.
Now...
Those that actually had qualifications,
Were denied because they knew the driver...
And supported his position as the best driver around.'
Oh?
But still,
It makes no sense to hold the driver responsible.
'That has been the argument of the driver.
And he has been the one,
Trying to keep the passengers together.
To get the mechanics that were hired,
To at least make attempts...
To get them all back on the road.
But no one wanted to listen to him,
To get the vehicle fixed.
And yet...
They want to convince everyone within listening distance,
That the driver is the reason they are in their present predicament.'
Perhaps they have other reasons and motivations to blame him.
'Oh. you mean the obvious? '
What other reason could they have?
And who are those other people,
Welding the wheels to the frame of the vehicle?
They 'look' as if they are foreigners.
'They claim they just arrived from overseas.
On a sightseeing vacation.
And volunteered their services for free.'
Aren't you a bit suspicious about that?
'Who me?
I could care less who does what to who and why.
I don't mind walking to my destinations.
I have things I want to get done and do,
With my life.'
Why are those foreigners winking at you?
'I have no clue.
Maybe they are overhearing our conversation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Girl
'New Girl',
call 411,
she's here,
and she's being impressed,
by everyone.
Most girls are jealus.
Most boys just glare.
The 'New Girl',
is alone,
and has no one to talk with,
walk with,
share secrets with,
or have fun with.
The new girl,
is alone.
Let's talk,
let's walk,
lets share secrets with,
lets have fun.
No.
She's the ' New Girl '.
Let's make her feel welcomed,
by laughing,
stocking,
blocking her way,
let's make her get lost,
don't worry,
she'll find her way.
The ' New Girl '
is just a girl,
she's nothing more,
than a ' New Girl ',
nobody likes her,
nobody cares,
everyone just stares,
and the boys,
just glare.
She's the ' New Girl ',
we assume she's mean,
we assume she's naughty,
we assume she's clean.
We think she's snobby,
we think she's weird,
we think she's a nobody,
but that ' New Girl ',
was me.
poem by Jasmine Aira
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Joy in the Woods
There is joy in the woods just now,
The leaves are whispers of song,
And the birds make mirth on the bough
And music the whole day long,
And God! to dwell in the town
In these springlike summer days,
On my brow an unfading frown
And hate in my heart always—
A machine out of gear, aye, tired,
Yet forced to go on—for I’m hired.
Just forced to go on through fear,
For every day I must eat
And find ugly clothes to wear,
And bad shoes to hurt my feet
And a shelter for work-drugged sleep!
A mere drudge! but what can one do?
A man that’s a man cannot weep!
Suicide? A quitter? Oh, no!
But a slave should never grow tired,
Whom the masters have kindly hired.
But oh! for the woods, the flowers
Of natural, sweet perfume,
The heartening, summer showers
And the smiling shrubs in bloom,
Dust-free, dew-tinted at morn,
The fresh and life-giving air,
The billowing waves of corn
And the birds’ notes rich and clear:—
For a man-machine toil-tired
May crave beauty too—though he’s hired
poem by Claude McKay
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Other Job Descriptions Dished
Whatever it is that you do,
In your pursuit to avoid obstacles...
Do not assume I am also seeking,
Confusion.
I am not!
Or that I should have the patience,
Whenever you have decided...
To dance to another tune,
As often as you wish!
That kind of patience none I've got.
Dealing with indecision,
And those with mixed emotions...
May be depictions of other job descriptions dished!
But I have no agreement made to keep with you,
I would be the one to settle for anything you do.
In fact,
Your latest oral contract that places me on call...
As a default to your nonsense,
I advise you never to me repeat it.
Assume from my mind it has been deleted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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