I can look back at stuff I wrote in my early days and squirm at some of the mistakes I made. But we're all learning every day; we never stop. I just hope people keep on liking what I do. That gives me such a kick.
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You made a lot of mistakes, and you wrote a lot of crap. But it was all part of the learning process.
quote by Cynthia Weil
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In Time Zones Trying To Find Themselves
Learning from those examples set.
These days I live and do as blessed,
I can not afford to shop around...
For those 'forgive-me-nots',
To seduce feelings of stress with regret.
Learning from those examples set.
No time do I lend,
For a stopping that drops visits to reminisce.
Not to relive and rehash experiences,
I cherish but not today live.
Learning from those examples set.
Many are mistakes I have made...
To face and admit.
I wont retrace them.
Nor can I erase,
What has taken place.
Many are mistakes I have made...
To face and admit.
I wont retrace them.
Nor can I erase,
What has taken place.
Learning from those examples set,
And observe I do,
An effectiveness they have left...
On those stuck,
In time zones trying to find themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Audience Was Listening (demo 2)
If the audience was listening
When the curtains rise again
If i knew what's going on, just a part of your plan
If i had a bit of mind kick,
If the spirit unfurled
But i've only got a vision
A strange kind of world
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
The jester takes the violin
And lets the poison flow
Insects whirr into the sky
& atlas dropped the earth u know
U wrote a 2. comedy
With all the nightmares u could feature
But i'm lying in my own world
Learning from my own world's creatures
If the audience was listening
Just for one more time
I could be more than a clown
Living more than a lie
But while i reel in the spotlights
The show must go on
My souffleuse is dead and i
Can't remember the song
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of...
song performed by by Alphaville
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If The Audience Was Listening
If the audience was listening
When the curtains rise again
If I knew whats going on, just a part of your plan
If I had a bit of mind kick,
If the spirit unfurled
But Ive only got a vision
A strange kind of world
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
The jester takes the violin
And lets the poison flow
Insects whirr into the sky
& atlas dropped the earth u know
U wrote a 2. comedy
With all the nightmares u could feature
But Im lying in my own world
Learning from my own worlds creatures
If the audience was listening
Just for one more time
I could be more than a clown
Living more than a lie
But while I reel in the spotlights
The show must go on
My souffleuse is dead and i
Cant remember the song
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of...
song performed by by Alphaville
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Stuff Like That
Stuff llike that
I get a feeling of melochany
Doing stuff like that
Brings back memories
Nostalgia
The way it used to be
The unity and promises
Made by other,
Regarding you and me
Stuff like was once so easy
Wonder people no longer do
Stuff lkke that
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Kick, Kick, Kick.
When hurt kick,
When lonely kick,
When embaressed kick,
When happy kick,
When sad kick,
When nervous kick,
When laughing kick,
When crying kick,
When sick kick,
When playing kick,
When dead kick...
If you can!
I mean, what are those feet for?
Kick, kick, kick...
If you still can!
poem by Azeem AbdulRahim
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Learning How To Get It Right
When I started writing,
I was a young eighteen
and I can still remember
the first piece I ever wrote.
To say it was terrible
is an understatement to say the least,
but I am not ashamed I wrote it
no matter how bad it was.
It’s a part of my history now,
the beginning point
for everything I have achieved,
the first step that I took.
It was a bit clumber some
as all first steps usually are,
unless you are a genius
of which I am clearly not.
They say the more you practice,
the better you are going to get.
I have been practicing
for forty years now
and I am still not perfect yet.
Nor do I think I will ever be,
for if I thought I was perfect
I would give up completely.
I am still learning
and I’ll remain that way
until the day I eventually die.
So, if you see mistakes in my work
you’ll understand the reason why,
I am still learning
on how to get it right.
19 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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But I Was Never Alone
I had to grow up,
Early.
There was no sheltered path,
Protecting steps...
I was made to correct.
By a sibling older...
I knew as I grew.
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
There were days of resentment.
There were days I spent alone.
There were days I wished,
For a childhood that was childish.
And today I am grateful,
For all of those experiences.
I learned through mistakes made,
And heartaches too.
I learned to listen,
With introspective comprehension.
My battles I fought.
And with time I recognized,
Those blessings to me God has brought!
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
But I was...
Never alone,
To be alone on my own.
And this to me,
God has shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistakes
Time is something we would all like to control;
with it, we could change the destinies of our lives.
We could go back to amend the mistakes we have made,
helping where we should have helped, but did not to our regret.
If we had the chance, would it make us better than we are today?
I doubt it very much, for we would never move forward.
We would still be learning,
or at least trying to learn from the first mistake we made.
Better, we move forward and learn to help others
not to make the same mistakes we made.
poem by David Harris
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Those Infantry Days
Remembering back in Those Infantry Days,
Bringing back those feelings of being big and bad craze.
Well part of that was true,
Some times it made us feel like monkeys in a zoo.
Let's think back to 15 to 25 (roadside march) hump,
Yep those days we crazy, but to remember them make us feel pumped.
As we were loaded down with those big packs,
It surely gave us stronger legs….but sore freaking backs.
At times we would stop for rest, and water breaks too,
the men gave all they could but
still dropped out from dehydration and feeling blue.
It really made us mad when we would see a truck or car going by fast,
as they would kick up the dust, and hell the coughing would surely last.
Oh yes, in those days we were all still so young,
But those days are long gone; and to remember how everyone helped and supported us, to make sure we hung.
poem by Frank Pulver
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Autobiography
My father made the walls resound,
He wore his collar the wrong way round.
When I was five the black dreamscame;
Nothing after was quite the same.
When I woke they did not care;
Nobody, nobody was there.
In my childhood trees were green
And there was plenty to be seen.
When my silent terror cried,
Nobody, nobody replied.
I got up; the chilly sun
Saw me walk away alone.
My mother wore a yellow dress;
Gentle, gently, gentleness.
The dark was talking to the dead;
The lamp was dark beside my bed.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
Come back early or never come.
poem by Louis Macneice
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Its Not Too Much / Well Be Everywhere
When the candles dim
Pull the curtains up and close your eyes
Go to sleep
Let the moonlight fill the bed all night
Wont matter how
It wont matter what or when or why
Just lay in bed
Let the moonlight fill the bed all night
If you come back in its place
Can we forgive and forget mistakes weve made
Just hold on now
Well be everywhere
Can we just pretend
That the moon has turned and slipped away
Measure time
With the calendar or months and days
Its not too much
Maybe its just a little bit naive
Its always born
After what weve done and all we say
If you come back in its place
Can we forgive and forget mistakes weve made
Well be back again with a ?
Left its offspring on the line ?
Well be everywhere its all ?
Its all come back.. we remember...?
Can we just pretend
Youre the one that turned and slipped away
Measure time
With the calendar or months and days
Its not too much
Maybe just a little bit naive
Its always born
After what weve done and all we say
If you come back in its place can we forgive and forget mistakes weve made
Just hold on now well be everywhere
Hope its not too much (well be everywhere)
Maybe its just a little bit naive (well be everywhere)...
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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I Get A Kick Out Of You
Writer Cole Porter
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at'all
So tell me why should it be true?
That I get a kick out of you
Some people go for cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
Still I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you
Standin' there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously don't adore me, aww
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothin' to do
Still I get a kick out of you
Yes I get a kick out of you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Why Do Folks Just Make Up Stuff?
Why do folks just make up stuff?
Even those who traditionally lie professionally,
And have kept it this way for centuries...
Can be noticed becoming increasingly appalled,
By this relatively new trend in communication.
Their lies are being amended,
By the telling of lies more outrageously told.
And to say they are offended,
Is an understatement.
They can be seen blowing off steam.
Why do folks just make up stuff?
Not even good made up stuff at that.
There is weak made up stuff being made.
Low grade although acceptable.
And this can be seen,
As a detriment to standards kept...
That has begun to threaten values,
Being questioned by the youth...
Graduating with degrees of higher learning,
With no where to apply their lessons learned.
As those who just make up stuff,
Are making themselves more credible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inside My Secret Chamber
All i am here
Only a soul in this heart
Living within the beat chamber
Vibrating this life in every second
Counting days and years till it will be stopped
Like the clock sounds, tick tock we're passing time
Still i am here learning to catch my past beats
The old running moments escaped from my pulses
Now, searching who i am in each breath i had
Mistakes I have done, written as scars
Reveal me things untold by smiles
Time will keep flying, no waiting
But the child in me still learning
For who i am, and what i living for
Till the end of my given time
Searching myself, my soul
I will find inside here
My heart chamber
After mistakes
resolves mistakes
For another chance
I will take, with no surrender
Learning more as who i am here
Completing mystery of my unwritten soul
To be answered, in the last page of my days
Oh my dear LORD, lead me to guide in your way,
I am on my way waiting, to meet You soon someday
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Hunger
The more I think about
the days when I was young
the more I hunger
for them back again
to correct the mistakes
I made back then.
To get to know more of the people
I went to school with
and make more of them a friend.
Sadly that can never be
and all I am left with is thoughts
of what might have been
had I spoken out a bit more.
18 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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More Appreciative Of Others
I learned at an early age,
After graduating from high school...
And standing in a uniform,
During those Viet Nam warring days.
There is quite a difference between,
Holding back emotions...
And becoming emotional with rage.
As a soldier I learned patience.
But unafraid dropp a tear.
Many people with issues,
Like to express them quick...
To make them clear!
And as time passes while I age,
I've learned to control 'some' things I say.
And so grateful I am to write with interest,
Those things most believe,
Comes from a weakness expressed.
Not many realize the strength it takes,
To admit one's faults and mistakes they've made.
And I appreciate those who have experienced this.
Since this shows,
What so many living miss!
I learned at an early age,
After graduating from high school...
And standing in a uniform,
During those Viet Nam warring days.
There is quite a difference between,
Holding back emotions...
And becoming emotional with rage.
It seems those who have lived,
To reflect upon their veteraned lives...
Are more appreciative of others.
And less opinionated like some,
Who feel they have rights,
To criticize and despise...
How people live and survive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I behaved poorly by starting this whole thing and I made some mistakes in dealing with it, and they made some mistakes in dealing with me, and taking down all my stuff was probably one of them.
quote by Gregg Easterbrook
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Be Tough!
Don't pick up any rocks...
To thrown them.
Put them down.
Don't you pick up any rocks,
To try to stop or block...
A madness started.
It is said,
One should turn a cheek...
To keep a peace.
It is said,
An eye for an eye...
Should not be repeated.
If common sense is heeded.
And...
If'n anyone should show up,
Starting stuff...
Quickly kick them in the _ _ _!
And be tough.
And if'n anyone should show up starting stuff,
You kick them in _ _ _!
And be tough.
You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!
You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!
Be tough!
And if'n anyone should show up starting stuff,
You kick them in _ _ _!
And be tough.
It is said,
One should turn a cheek...
To keep a peace.
It is said,
An eye for an eye...
Should not be repeated.
If common sense is heeded.
Don't you pick up any rocks,
To try to stop or block...
A madness started.
Don't pick up any rocks...
To thrown them.
Put them down.
Back on the ground!
You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!
Be tough!
Be tough!
You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!
Be tough!
And if'n anyone should show up starting stuff,
You kick them in _ _ _!
And be tough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ibiza Bar
I'm so afraid of mistakes that I made
Taking every time that I wake
I feel like a hard-boiled butter man
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
Are days are made since the first page
I've lived every line that you wrote
Take me down
song performed by by Pink Floyd from More
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