A Means To Escape From Being Held Accountable
If the only thing you can produce,
Is an appearance at social functions.
And you find yourself there,
With others equally just as productive?
Know this...
Others you deem to be anti-social,
And not taking in these scenes...
Just 'may' be making attempts,
To use their minds...
Exploring other avenues.
And,
Making a better use of their time...
Trying to expand upon their consciousness.
With wishes not to always seek to be entertained.
Or search for a means,
To escape from being held accountable.
Allowing 'their' irresponsibilities...
To be place upon someone else's shoulders.
With complaints...
About what it is done they do!
And very few today,
Find the need to reflect upon those issues,
Respectfully.
Or...
To be important.
And in some circles,
They would call this behavior...
Immaturity!
And in others?
A need for people to have a good time.
But...
Everyday of every week?
And around a nonstopping clock?
To party until they drop?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Granting Of An Escape
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.
And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Preference For Distance
It is not that I am controlling.
I am self assured.
It is not that I 'think' I know everything.
I've been made aware of watching my own back.
And being accountable for my own actions.
I was extremely young,
When I was introduced to independence.
Even younger than that...
When I discovered I was emotionally alone.
You see...
I was raised not to be babied.
I don't recall being hugged or cuddled.
And the young women that I married...
Were younger still in their minds.
I guess during those days,
We all were trying hard to find roles to play.
Somewhere to feel comfortable enough to stay.
It is not that I am controlling.
I am self assured.
It is not that I 'think' I know everything.
I've been made aware of watching my own back.
And being accountable for my own actions.
My tolerance level sometimes is nonexistent.
And most times I realize I have a preference for distance.
I was not always this way.
It developed with a consciousness,
That became increasingly disgusted...
With the acceptance of deception.
Some may call this 'standoffish' behavior anti-social.
I call it surviving a dysfunctional past I care not to revisit.
And today...
That's all people want to do.
Discuss a past as if those times were the best times lived.
And I already know those are lies!
Why should I live to outdo those who choose to lie?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are You?
Who are you?
Taking time,
To read between my lines.
With a hope to uncover,
Some depth there to find.
Who are you?
Taking interest,
When little has been expressed before.
And stirring up my curiosity,
With a wish to know you more.
Who are you?
Keeping discreet and behind the scenes.
Creating your own mysteriousness...
Since you know I will notice.
Because of a certain 'sensitivity'.
Who are you?
Making attempts,
To get my attention like this.
Hmmm?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Social Enemies
Social weapons that miss
Pretend them to save
Cowards, bastards to shame
Condemned social slaves
Here to save the freaks again
You think
And I bet you always will
Here to save the freaks again
You think
Here, here to save the freaks
Snakes causing the fate
Sadistic and free
So free
Traders, defendants behave
Lieges stay away from me
Saints keep knocking,
Go home dont sell me mary, no
Making the crazies well inside you
Think and I bet you always will
Chorus:
Calling us no good
You are the social enemies
We change the people day to day
Making us no good
You are the social enemies
Changing the people day to day
Agitators talking the show
Messing with heads
To be the number one
Smashers battling the hivs
Proud of yourselves
Arent you
Making the crazies well inside you
Think and I bet you always will
Chorus
Why must we play
So bitter me
Im suffering now
The nowhere me
Stop trying to say you fell into this place
So tragic you found the nowhere me
Here to save the freaks again
You think
Here, here to save the freaks
song performed by by Orgy
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Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)
PEOPLE EVERYWHERE: SOCIAL MUSIC
Original 11 03 3009
People everywhere over here over there people
In poor bread lines people in pony drawn carriages
People on a chariot with a rumble seat people on a
Climb on a mountain steep people on a dime on a
Corner on Wall Street –street people -people everywhere
Everywhere there’s a drummer. Where you going?
Everywhere you go you go with a beat you go with
Where the music is… where the music is “social man
What’s jazz? ” People everywhere just social that’s all
New Orleans people social all the way up river to
Kansas City on up to Chicago don’t make no difference
If your name is Santiago Obama Bergson Rothschild
Bush just social People -Montrose New York City
People social all the way to Rio Paris Johannesburg
Brazil Belize over all the bridges –London Suez
Toronto Montreal people in a dim café -social
People in church every weekday and everyday
Everywhere there’s a temple play -Joe’s Place
People social man -music social don’t make no
Difference where you get together whoever is playing
Just playing so you keep on playing with everybody
Playing -people play social music man –man or
Woman don’t understand just don’t stop playing
People everywhere want to be there to see it -up here
You playing social music -understand -just don’t
Stop playing -people everywhere get hungry lose
Patience -people everywhere not playing social music
When you stop playing social music people every-
Where stop –trying to figure out why everybody
Stop playing social music -nothing social about
Playing a whole lot of music -nothing truly social
In a lot of music -the next thing you know a short
Spell and before long you got wars breaking out
Stop playing and its hell -that’s not social any more.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
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Call This Whatever You Wish
Call this anti-social.
Call it whatever you believe it is!
But I had awakened one day,
Knowing I was through with nonsense.
And those who participated...
In the distribution of foolishness.
While the quality of life...
And the standards of it diminished.
As those immature around me age,
Condoning it as if it should exist!
Call it whatever you will.
Call this whatever you wish.
Call me anti-social, please!
If a clue I leave...
Says anything about my involvement.
And my need to protect my peace and happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Close To Being Labelled Blasphemous
Do you remember those times,
When it was said...
Religion and politics were not quick to mix.
And it was best not to introduce either,
To pick to discuss as a subject or topic?
Or be criticized for making attempts to do it?
And today,
Who is not being affected by both?
As those who oppose to have neither in their lives,
To choose to do as they have decided and wish...
Are the first to be depicted as anti-social,
Unpatriotic and close to being labelled blasphemous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making social comment is an artificial place for an artist to start from. If an artist is touched by some social condition, what the artist creates will reflect that, but you can't force it.
quote by Susan Sontag
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Taking An Attention Away From The Facts
Everyday there is 'something' else introduced
Many are solicited,
To advocate the supporting of ineffectiveness.
With a taking an attention away from the facts.
In the hopes to distract,
Those already hypnotized by delusions.
Yet a consciousness in most still lingers,
Hindering a complete numbing of minds done.
And everyday there is 'something' else introduced,
To seduce with more nonsense...
From limited minds to produce with wishes to convince,
More divisions within those already scattered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Rush Through The Process
If I did not deliver to you my best each time...
What would be the point?
To show to you I can do this isn't easy.
To show to you I can do this,
Has not added hours to my sleep.
I have a need to prove to you,
I am dedicated.
I am loyal.
I am...
Are you listening to me?
'Yes.
I know you love me.
But making these errors...
I don't find acceptable.
Take your time.
Don't rush through the process.
I'm not going anywhere.'
That's what I am saying.
See how ungrateful you are?
'I am not ungrateful at all.
If you are calling 'this' your best...
I know you can deliver something far better!
Now...
IF you had said,
You were making attempts to produce your best...
I would not object at all.
In fact,
I would have thought of all of it as great.
And both of us would have been getting more rest!
But your confession that you can do better...
Has me wanting to get it as good as you can give it! '
I said nothing about doing or getting it better.
'No...
True!
'You' didn't.
I did! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relax. Just Observe It For What It Is
Please.
Can you assist me?
'I will do the best I can.
What is it that you seek? '
I am trying to make some sense,
Out of what's going on.
Can you tell me where it is I can go,
To begin with my efforts?
'Oh.
I can tell you many places to go.
But.
The only suggestion I can give,
Is try not to make any attempts at all.
That's right.
Pretending to go along with whatever is going on,
Will be the best solution.
Just observe it for what it is.
Trying to stand out,
As one being accountable for your actions...
Is not a healthy way to live.
Afterall
Who would understand this?
And today
People are easily offended by anyone,
Making attempts to be responsible.
Relax.
Just observe it for what it is.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can Wealth Give
Can wealth give you enough of honor?
Can wind spread fragrance from bad odor?
Answer may be flat no for such comparison
As it has been substantiated with enough of reasons
Each argument is weighed in favor and against
Some of the aspects are given more important and some are with least
But each one is carrying importance in its own sphere
Wealth remains in center position and holds power
Wealth may give social status and position
But certainly may not form good composition
If it is used for welfare of people or common use
The person may find high elevation whenever prefers or chooses
Some time power corrupts people
And absolute power lands in unavoidable trouble
It leads to arrogance and misuse of power
Only wise people may escape and such is realized by fewer
Such kind of slippery ground does exist
Person can use it favorably or give twist
Use it for gain, waste or on other means
Only to witness down fall or end up with ugly scene
It is good to be and feel as wealthy person
It gives social security with enough of reasons
It has taken lots of years to gain the control
So it has natural recognition and responded with honorable call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With Me It Stays
At this time in my life,
I am not trying to find...
Comfortable allegiances,
With those of similar likes.
And/or dislikes decided.
To find myself eligible,
For lifetime achievement approvals.
To leave hanging in the recesses of my mind.
And for what?
I am not trying to find that type of association.
Some folks are in it for the show and tell!
I'm not into it!
Doing my own thing and minding my business...
I have found most refreshing.
It lessens apologies and confessions.
I've long removed myself,
From that kind of insecure need.
And I have no cravings,
To be a social 'butterfly'.
To either sip or pour tea!
Or prop up my lips...
Ready to whisper fresh gossip!
Those I've appreciated,
Already know what to expect from me.
And we know what time it is!
And those that don't...
Wont!
That's how I live.
Since peace of mind had been found!
To leave me feeling free,
From making excuses for it!
Or adjusting any schedules,
For its appearance.
With me it stays.
That's the agreement made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust Issues
The accusers do what they have always done best!
Find someone to blame for their own mess.
Get others to agree to their false charges.
People find in time that they have been duped.
But then it becomes too late to make amends.
And this is how making fools of others begins.
And instead of getting offended,
People like this end up call themselves...
Either allies or friends.
With trust issues they pretend do not exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The social system grows rigid but the productive forces continue to expand, and conflict ensues between the forces of production and the social conditions of production.
quote by Earl Browder
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Thanks Again 08
It is time
Time for good bye
Just know that I tried
I tried to say all this
Every time
I never thought to find this pain again
But in you my gift from God
I did
It is beautiful
It is welcomed
Thanks again
For giving me hope
Making me dream
Things that will never be
Thanks again
For your shelter, your escape, your peace
That will never belong to me
Thanks again
For breaking my heart
And making me find my wings
Love
Such a prescious thing
Even if it is different than we want it to be
Even if we never saw it coming
Look at those eyes the way I wanted you to look at mine
When you wake it won’t be by my side
Think of your new love
While I think of you
While I smile and sigh
Thanks again
For giving me hope
Making me dream
Things that will never be
Thanks again
For your shelter your escape your peace
That will never belong to me
Thanks again
For breaking my heart
And making me find my wings
Here is my advice
Release your fears
Swallow your pride
Follow happiness
When it’s true it’s worth the price
Dulce’ I’ll be here with out end
When you’re bored or just need a friend
Thanks again
You gave me love
You gave me peace
You gave me courage to use my wings
This isn’t what I wanted
But it’s what I needed
So thanks again
For finding my heart
Even if it’s something you won’t keep
Just know I’d do it all over
No regrets
You changed my life with out ever knowing it
Dedication J.D.
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17
I remember when we had a lot of things to do ---
Impressed by all the words we read
And the heroes that we knew.
Climb on your your dream --- a dream of our own making
To find a place that we could later lose
To whatever time would bring.
We were seventeen and the cakeman was affecting you ---
Moving you to greater things (in a lesser way)
You had to prove.
The clock struck summertime. you were going round in circles now.
Wishing you were seventeen. at twenty-one, it was a long time gone.
And now here you are. youre locked in your own excuse.
The circles getting smaller every day.
Youre busy planning the next fifty years.
So stay the way you are and keep your head down to the same old ground.
Just paint your picture boy until you find
A closed circles better than an open line.
Yes stay the way you are. I got a circle thats the same as yours.
It may be bigger, but Ive more to lose.
Who is the luckier man --- me or you?
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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None of the Above (Political)
I've listened to their speeches.
Read their termite riddled planks.
They're unlikely to dethrone Barrack-
A pity, Mitt is no tom Hanks.
They are out of touch with women,
unsympathetic to the poor.
They're still fighting social issues
that were decided years before.
For a party of small government,
They sure have a lot to say
about Sex in America
among the unwed and the gay.
The Democrats, by contrast,
Hit all the right social notes;
Indeed, they will say anything
if it will buy them votes.
Then, when we hit the fiscal cliff,
The Obamas living large,
I'm sure he'll find some Bush to blame
as long as he's in charge.
Election Day is coming soon,
Both parties seek my love.
Alas, my favorite candidate
is None of the Above.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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