A Better Way to Destroy a Good Thing
A better way to destroy a good thing...
And people have been known to do this.
Is to undermine the benefits,
By tearing apart the one who introduces it.
And too often the success of this process,
Has caused many to slit their own throats.
Or medicate their guilt,
With active and divisive finger pointing.
Since no one wants to acknowledge...
An acceptance of what is correct,
Without objection.
And the ones who refuse this confusion,
Are early in the game labelled fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until This Adventure Ends
I have no purpose meant,
To identify and acknowledge...
That which does exist.
With a repeatedness...
That collects dust and sits!
As if I am assigned,
To show others...
How to stunt and rust their minds!
I am only obligated to be aware,
And expand my consciousness.
With an acceptance of a process...
Some who do this,
Have labelled as growth!
With a daring to live life...
And to share the findings that are there.
Until this adventure ends.
Those accustomed to the taste of stale bread...
Seem to always find the time to comment on it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping A Confusion Used
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
They wish to see themselves originators,
But they're not.
They wont acknowledge contributions,
Since they want them dropped and forgotten.
To be remembered in those months,
That come...
With a celebration done,
Keeping a confusion used.
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
With a celebration done,
Keeping a confusion used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Endures
Only that which has been examined to be labelled,
Begins to establish a documented history.
And the doing of it creates a repetitiveness,
The majority declares is a stability one can rely upon.
With a determining for them what is right and wrong.
Then there comes along,
Something that has not been labelled.
Something suspiciously different.
And something unfamiliar many fear that threatens.
Then a testing of it begins.
Not to ensure its acceptance but to guarantee its end.
It endures through attacks.
It endures with a fighting back.
It endures over the countless obstacles,
To amaze those who wish suddenly to know...
More of its existence with more identifiable facts.
And it seems when that has been adventured,
That which is not going to change...
Eventually teaches its own lessons.
And those who get them do!
And those who refuse to budge or move...
Remain confused as most people stubbornly choose,
When something they confront...
Is not going to change its own identity to please an ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance Threatens the Status Quo
Small towns aren't the only places...
Where acceptance is regarded,
As difficult as learning a foreign language.
And spoken although despised...
By those noncomformists criticized,
And labelled to provoke...
As mavericks.
Acceptance threatens the status quo.
Those folks choosing to maintain unconditional control...
No matter how low the deceptive use of their tactics.
And...
Innovative are those tactics!
Acceptance fosters maturing as well.
Small minds uncomfortable with this process...
Are generally threatened by growth,
And the affects of all signs of intelligence expressed.
This is as evident as the planting of weeds,
To ensure the killing of floral bloom.
And the excitement of the anticipation of it.
This kind of acceptance is an infestation.
And some folks are just as thrilled to manifest the defects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are many benefits to this process of listening. The first is that good listeners are created as people feel listened to. Listening is a reciprocal process - we become more attentive to others if they have attended to us.
quote by Margaret J. Wheatley
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How Easy Has This Been Made To Do?
How easy has it been made,
For anyone to lift...
An accusatory finger to point to someone else,
As a reason for their problems?
How easy has it been made,
To destroy other lives including their own...
By the creating of lies and hiding behind them.
How easy has it been made,
To ruin the quality and standard of life...
Of those who want to live their lives right,
In environments where people have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And a public performance of ignorance,
Is just the thing to do since it's attractive too.
How easy has it been made,
To degrade a neighborhood to do it with a doing done?
As others from the outside watch this,
With an open invitation for more to come.
As if everyone has free admission to see fools in a zoo.
How easy has this been made to do?
And who benefits from this?
Not even the ones who make a dollar in profit.
Or the ones who created it,
With beliefs they can drive away...
To an exit that no longer exist.
Or a door to lock to keep them safe.
Those who have that kind of mind will never from it escape.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Them. Leave Them Alone
When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people stubbornly refuse to hear a message,
Others hear...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.
Too many have been fitted to be limited!
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many have been gifted with the flapping of lips.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Just leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people rather shuck and jive,
To realize their own survival...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.
Too many wish to sit and make a game of it.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many rather drift and not take benefit,
So leave them...
Leave them alone.
Fools are taking numbers just to stand and wait.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Fools like this await for frosting on their cake.
So leave them,
To taste it alone.
Too many wish to sit and make a game of it.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many rather drift and not take benefit,
So leave them...
Leave them alone.
When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Just leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people stubbornly refuse to hear a message,
Others hear...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.
Just leave them.
Leave them alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protectors of 'Dim Wittery
Please...
Do not refer to them as fools.
That credits them with too much dignity.
Fools can be re-trained.
I've witnessed this.
Although slow the process.
Call them protectors of 'dim wittery'.
They will not understand,
And believe themselves complimented.
But at least they will feel a heightened significance.
Either way.
And of course...
We will still know them to be the idiots they are.
This has been their determination to prove it.
With an active recruitment campaign sustained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught In The Game
You swore youd never again, let yourself be tempted,
Too many times in the past when youve opened up your heart --
Youve had it broken in pieces, by too many lies,
Still its hard to acknowledge the past --
When she flashes those eyes,
Over and over the song skips,
Just as the final refrain fades away --
Like fools we are caught in the game
*caught in the game,
Caught in the game again --
Caught in the game,
Caught in the game*
I swore Id never again catch myself believin
Too many times Ive been hurt -- and it makes you hard inside
But when I saw you in the city tonight --
Was it just imagination --
Or did your eyes burn a little too bright,
For purely conversation --
Over and over the lights flash down at the corner arcade
Swept away --
Like fools we are caught in the game
( * repeat)
Over and over the song skips
Just as the final refrain fades away.
Like fools we are caught in the game
( * repeat)
song performed by by Survivor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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IF You Sincerely Choose to Excel
The only thing,
You may be able to prove...
Is your right to live your own life.
However,
In doing so...
You have no right to believe,
Your success or lack of it...
Depends on someone else,
Being depicted as less deserving.
Because that is what you wish.
And you make attempts,
For others to acknowledge this.
Be not that big of a fool.
IF you sincerely choose,
To excel.
Fools are a dime a dozen.
And today...
Anyone just may get two dozen,
For less than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Early To Be Over
Music by richard marx
Lyrics by fee waybill
With another day another life slips away
And floats above the crowd
You can only stay ahead of time when time co-operates
Instead of heading south
Cards are dealt
You play what you hold
You cant tell me the storys been told
Its too early to be over
And its way past when
It could be starting again
Its too early to be over
Good hearted joe is the last one to know
Run down run around biting my tongue
Hardly my sad tale
But the rolling in and steppin out
Nothing but fun
I finally had to bail
Nothing worse than trying too hard
This aint this fools first walk in the park
Its too early to be over
I dont feel a thing from the bone to the skin
Its too early to be over
Good hearted joe is the last one to know
Somewhere out there it all evens out
So they would have you believe
But that dont get me
That wont set me free
Its too early to be over
And its way past when it could be starting over
Its too early to be over
Always the fave but I already gave
Its too early to be over
Dont feel a thing from the bone to the skin
Its too early to be over
Good hearted joe is the last one to know
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Pain Pain by cedrick dennis
Pain Pain over here pain over there Pain in my heart pain in my soul Pain in my mind Pain in my skin pain in my bones Pain being caused left and right Pain being caused till the heart bleeds red Pain being caused till the skin and bone rip Pain being caused till you break into tears Pain at school Pain at home Pain in my head, pain in my heart Pain in my mind, pain in my soul Pain happening in my sleep Pain happening in my thoughts Pain happening when I’m alone Pain happening in the shower, in my room, in my bed, in my house where I’m all alone Pain happening every hour, every minute, every second of my life Pain caused by anger and hate Pain caused by hurt Pain caused by greed Pain caused by sorrow and depression Pain caused by grief and confusion Pain caused by your family and friends Pain caused by the world Pain caused by people you love Pain driving me crazy Causing me to take pills till it fills up my veins I go to sleep never to wake up and see that light The light that will end my pain for good
poem by Cedrick Dennis
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A fool's game
It was a fool's game that should not begin
And you played it without honest rules
If you thought that you will always win
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can get me easy
And you tried to do this without honest rules
If you thought that my way to be is sleazy
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can hunt me slowly
And you danced this without honest rules
If you thought that I will love you only
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
It was a morbid dance without real feelings
A dance of wishes without honest rules
If you thought that love means mutual dealings
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you will be a winer
In this love fight without honest rules
If you thought I'm a cake at your dinner
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
And if you thought you can get everything
In this world of yours without honest rules
If you thought that I'm an easy stupid thing
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Little Slit in the Tail
I’M GLAD that the Bushmen can’t see me now
A-doing it tall in the town;
I’ve an inch-brimmed hat on my sun-burnt brow—
And my collar jumps up and down.
I’m wearing a vest that would charm a snake,
And a tie like a lost soul’s wail;
And I’m dressed in a coat of the latest make,
With a little slit in the tail:
With a little slit in the tail of it,
With a little slit in the tail.
My pants alone are a thing of joy,
And they’re built to show my bends,
With a crease behind and a crease before,
And a little curl in the ends.
I carry my nose-rag in my cuff,
And the lot should get me gaol—
I paid five guineas for my rig-out,
And one for the slit in the tail:
For the little slit in the tail of it,
For the little slit in the tail.
poem by Henry Lawson
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This Process
This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.
This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.
This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.
This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.
This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eurotrash
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We are selling an image
Everything must go
I want you to know
You don't want the side effects
You wanna .com
Need simulated sex
We're selling you heaven
Prices down to a low
I thought you should know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing
Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic and we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We're silicon stitches
Reality bites hard
I want you to know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We are,We are,We are,We are,...
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
The future is here
Dreams have no end
Everything must go
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Fully Indebted To Creditors
Being labelled lazy,
Because one has not embraced the choice...
Of adapting to a materialistic way of life.
May have its benefits.
Since today those materialistic,
And fully indebted to creditors...
Can not use lazy as an excuse,
To free themselves of a tightening noose...
Being squeezed without a shown empathy,
By every overdue payment owed.
Being labelled lazy,
Because one has not embraced the choice...
Of adapting to a materialistic way of life.
May have its benefits.
The most obvious one...
Is observing those whose mouths are now closed,
As signs of foreclosure appears on once prized property...
They bragged about owning.
While those depicted lazy,
Still maintain their pride and dignity.
They never leased or mortgaged their sensibilities,
To prove their self worth to anyone.
And...
Feelings of embarrassement has ever occurred,
As a leisurely stroll through the nieghborhood...
Is now regarded as healthy and good exercise,
By those shocked and locked out...
Of their materialistic worlds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Who's Benefit Does This Advantage
Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?
Depending on how it is presented,
No one accepts a truth uncovered to be revealed.
The moment it is shown it is immediately denied.
People will lie with a straight face...
While everyone around is laughing loudly,
And wiping tears from their eyes.
This behavior is expected from a comedian.
But a 'stand up liar'?
And one who habitually does it?
And to who's benefit does this advantage?
When a people have no respect for themselves...
Who will express a guilt for not showing it to them?
Few might.
Those with eyes open wouldn't consider it.
Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
poem by David Knox
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