A Playing Of The Blame Game
The ones given a choice to choose sides,
And they do this believing themselves to benefit...
Should not find fault,
With a playing of the blame game...
Against those to accuse,
For a wrong decision that has been learned...
To have been made.
But somehow those that have been ridiculed,
By the ones who are now depicted as fools...
Have been targeted for not being specific enough,
In declaring their correctness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devoted and Truer Fools
Those who 'use' to be the ones,
Depicted as fools.
With a diminishing done,
To any influence they might have had...
Have not been the fools,
Many were led to believe.
With a choice to ruin their integrity!
It seems those fools,
Had always worn tailored made suits.
And deceived with fake impressions.
Diluting those minds without a conscious.
And it seems as though,
Those who have followed the ones...
Impressing with dress and promises,
Have been made devoted and truer fools.
And today they know this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Specific
When one has asked for the truth,
And gets it heard to be delivered straight...
Why is it then they begin,
To accuse the one unafraid to speak it...
Of being mean and too specific.
Too Specific
'I did not offer to volunteer.
But that isn't mentioned by the one who fears.
I was appraoched to make things clear.
And with the doing of it,
The one seeking clarity chose me to distance.'
Too Specific
The choice one makes of being too specific,
May come to traumatize the one addicted to getting...
Delusional 'hits'.
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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HEY? Are You Conscious?
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
And you sit there with a list of accusations?
Hoping someone will erase your frustrations?
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
'HEY?
Are you conscious? '
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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If It Makes You Feel Good
Whatever your favorite perception may be...
You should keep it.
If it makes you feel good.
Whatever it is that justifies your outlook,
And way of life.
You should keep it.
If it makes you feel good.
Whatever decision you make,
That defies acceptible logic.
That's great.
You chose a choice that was made.
And it was your decision.
Hey...
What can I say?
There's no need to place blame,
If a shame comes to be claimed.
Right?
I think it is wonderful to know what we do has been done,
Based upon our knowledge.
And not an impluse we chase.
I think it is wonderful to know what we do and choose...
Has nothing to do with stubbornness.
And more to do with an expertise we possess!
You chose a choice that was made.
And it was your decision.
Hey...
What can I say?
There's no need to place blame,
If a shame comes to be claimed.
Right?
Whatever it is that justifies your outlook,
And way of life.
You should keep it.
If it makes you feel good.
I think it is wonderful to know what we do has been done,
Based upon our knowledge.
And not an impluse we chase.
I think it is wonderful to know what we do and choose...
Has nothing to do with stubbornness.
And more to do with an expertise we possess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Toast to the Men
Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,
Their collar buttons roll;
They blame us if the fire is out
Or if there is no coal.
They blame us if they cut themselves
While shaving, and they swear
That we're to blame if they decide
To go upon a tear.
Here's to the men, the perfect men!
Who never are at fault;
They blame us if they chance to get
The pepper for the salt.
They blame us if their business fails,
Or back a losing horse;
And when it rains on holidays
The fault is ours, of course.
They blame us when they fall in love,
And when they married get;
Likewise they blame us when they're sick,
And when they fall in debt.
For everything that crisscross goes
They say we are to blame;
But, after all, here's to the men,
We love them just the same!
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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Everythings Your Fault
Have you heard them talk about it?
You say theyre wrong but they know all about it
Have you tried another story?
Were tired of all the lies and allegories
Every single things your fault
There you are not really jaded
Youve learned to live with being underrated
But they dont know just what youre made of
Because of them who knows how you will end up?
Every single things your fault
With you its always something
Wwhen everyones the same
Dont you try to blame me
song performed by by Face To Face
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Choice of life
Human have a gift named a choice
Human have an illusion named a choice
There is no other creature that should decide more to live
Human have a hope called a choice
Human have despair called a choice
There is no other creature that trapped often in such continuous and repeat conflict
Some could turn good because one choice
Some could turn bad because one choice
All have the consequence but right or wrong will never be known before
Human have a wish for a choice
Human have regret for a choice
There is no other creature that always goes between happiness and sorrow
When a choice made not all may be satisfied
When a choice made not all may be rescued
But the change will never happened if we stay silent
Human have fate to choose
Human also choose their fate
The interaction of those things will create what people called the choice of life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Knowing The Rules Of This Love Game...
i could have been true
and i could have loved you
much truer than true,
but when i first met love
it bluffed me
i never had it so true
it only played a game on me
i learned from love first
and now it must not blame me
i only have to return
what was first given to me
i am playing this game
and hurting is not a word to say
you know the rules
and there is no one to blame
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Do Not Like The Company.
You have choices, yes or no.
Choose the company or let them go.
But be aware of what they mean for you,
They play out your inner feelings, you are part of their zoo.
If you find out what goes on in their mind,
You can find it in yourself that you are similar kind.
However, you have the choice to accept & play the game,
Or stop that in yourself and they'll disappear without blame.
But, if you try to ignore them, or avoid their company,
Next time you meet a worse trade jeopardy.
They can be tied to you, who cannot be shaken,
They stay with you until your lesson taken.
So, welcome everybody who comes into your realm,
Be kind to them, listen, decide what you choose & stay calm.
Definitely tell them clearly your feelings about that,
Be polite, tell your truth, but be a diplomat.
Hurting others mean hurting yourself,
Hating others mean you hate yourself,
However, being kind & loving means you should know what,
You are the child of the Universe, you cannot do any shortcut.
Specially on the wrong way.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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One Choice
Theres only one reason left for me to stay
But you wont like the reason why
Tried so many times to get through the two of you
But you dont even want to try
Times are hard and people need all they have got
Look around and see whats left today
Aint so easy making it on your own
What more do I need to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Never knew a good thing
Till it moved away
Now its too late to turn it back
Youd buy the world if it would make me stay
Listen now to what I have to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Sitting here thinking
But nothing seems to change
And I cant stand it anymore
Theres always someone trying to pull you down
Do you really want this constant war
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
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One Choice
Theres only one reason left for me to stay
But you wont like the reason why
Tried so many times to get through the two of you
But you dont even want to try
Times are hard and people need all they have got
Look around and see whats left today
Aint so easy making it on your own
What more do I need to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Never knew a good thing
Till it moved away
Now its too late to turn it back
Youd buy the world if it would make me stay
Listen now to what I have to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Sitting here thinking
But nothing seems to change
And I cant stand it anymore
Theres always someone trying to pull you down
Do you really want this constant war
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
song performed by by Texas
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It was not my fault.
I do not think fate deserves blame
For choices which we freely made.
There are no fixed rules in life's game
We have to learn from each mistake.
Sometimes we win sometimes we lose.
The choice we make may prove correct
The course of action which we choose.
May bring success. though I suspect
That when we lose we choose to blame
A cruel fate because we fail.
But we take credit just the same
when we succeed.We do not wail.
Instead we boast of our prowess.
We do not credit kindly fate.
With guiding us towards success.
Though it might be appropriate.
Instead we are very quick to blame
Fate for the times we don't succeed
She does not treat us all the same.
At least on that we are agreed.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Guess Who Has Fewer Headaches?
The lesson I've learned,
From my own observations...
That had me debating what decision to make.
And I am the one left in an emotional state of mind?
That left me awake at nights from time to time.
And sometimes crying.
To begin hating myself because of someone else?
Well...
I have found a way,
To do what I can then to walk away.
With no feeling of guilt at all.
'Oh yeah?
What have you found,
To keep you smiling all day without making a frown? '
Today...
Whenever someone begins to argue with me,
As to 'how' I should rescue them from a quicksand pit.
And the person who needs to be saved...
Has a preference as to which device they would like,
Besides the kind and type of rope I brought to use...
To free them out and cleared from their own dilemma?
And they say to me the choice I made,
Isn't the one they would choose?
I have learned to do this...
Throw in the rope to tie it to a rock.
In knots!
And leave them with a decision to make on their own.
'But that is not the Christian thing to do.'
I know.
But guess who has fewer headaches?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heat And Ice Could Together Dwell
I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.
And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.
Oh I can be arrogant and I can be rude.
I can be tempermental and give attitude too.
I can be distant and be cold as hell.
Even though I've never understood how heat and ice,
Could together dwell.
And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.
I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.
But when I'm pushed to the limit I can freeze and steam.
With a melting to eventually thaw,
To become someone's manipulated putty!
Showing a protective crust although within a soften dough.
And I hate it when its known I just puff to blow smoke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fools
I know this feeling inside
Has just made up my mind
Im gonna take this chance
And do whats in my heart
You always said that
Youd stand by me
And help me get along
So understand
I must do whats in my heart
I know this feeling inside
Has helped me to carry on
So as the days go by
And the nights that never end
You play the clubs
And you play the game
The next day you will find
Youll have to try and
Please that fool again
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
And I know that
Im not afraid of you
Day after day I feel this way
That I need to be moving on
You know I depend on you
Dont get me wrong
Ill throw the dice and
I play the game
And hope we get along
Even then I wont be fooled again
So Ive read your words and
Ive signed my name
But I cant make up my mind
If you really care or youre
Playing your games
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Who's Right, Who's Wrong
Who's Right Who's Wrong
Kenny Loggins
(This Is It)
I've grown tired of fighting
Whether you're right or wrong
Whether I'm weak or strong in your eyes
'Cause this is a lonely feeling
Watching you turn away
Why does it have to be this way?
On and on tonight
You've made a point of being right
Making this a game instead of love
You should know
Where this goes.
Someone's heart will surely be broken
Before too long
If we keep on playing this game
Of right or wrong
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Who's Right, Who's Wrong
When love is gone?
Who's right or wrong -- false or true
Never used to matter to you.
You're almost crying
Saying "I've gotta run"
Easier said than done
Tell me why
I want to know what you're hiding
Turn around and look at me
I've never been this hard to see before
If we'd only come together
For a moment here tonight
You could hold me tight
And ease your troubled mind
You should know
Where this goes
Someone's heart will surely be broken
Before too long,
If we keep on playing this game
Of right or wrong.
Right or wrong, lady
Right or wrong, baby
I'm right, you're wrong lady
You're right, I'm wrong, baby
Talkin' about who's right or wrong
It never really matters
when your love is gone
Sayin' it out
This right is wrong
If all our lovin' is gone.
From Lolly Hellman ([email protected])
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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A Seeking Of Evidence
Who broke the piggybank?
Well...
I would suggest,
Those with the crumbs on their mouths...
Or the ones standing over there,
Licking their greasy fingers.
And I would deduce from my reasoning process,
That the ones with their hands out like cups.
With a living they do daily on the streets...
As if to re-enact,
Scenes from ever present poverty...
Would be the last ones I'd accuse to being suspects.
But then again,
You are the one who claims...
A seeking of evidence without a labelling of blame,
Is needed to determine with proof who is at fault.
Without the benefit of doubt to cross your mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Accuse
There is no accuse for a man to hit a woman.
He may say that how he was raised.
Or he may say it is the pressure of your financial situation.
But neither one of these reasons are an accuse.
He may even have you thinking it is your fault.
By saying it is your lack of support or the tone in which you talk.
Still no accuse.
Believe it or not he may even tell you it is because he loves you too much.
Well ladies, when a man love you his touch should be as gentle as a summer breeze not a fist.
Love is no accuse.