An Easy Dollar Nepotism Has Produced and Made
In the beginning,
Like all games played...
The motive is to undermine,
By an objective no one suspects.
The motive may be publicly announced,
To gain interest, funding and attention.
The objective is to discreetly deceive.
And if this is done with a few collectively...
An intention has succeeded and gains respect.
One can call an organization anything they wish.
With fanfare, music and drumming to assist.
Call it a collection of artists.
Since no one is left to become suspicious of this.
But an over-rated social agency...
To take advantage of one's ignorance,
Seems to have been for 'them'...
An easy dollar nepotism has produced and made.
'Those people know nothing about assembling talent.'
~That has never been their motive or objective.
They needed to find an easy way to feed themselves.
And declaring themselves knowledgeable of an industry,
Was all the proof they needed to bamboozle.
What have they done in the past fourty years?
Besides remodel kitchens and buy new cars.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Becoming Love
Looking for love.
Love from another.
One to fill my void.
A void that could not be filled.
The void was within myself.
Love has no criteria,
It has no agenda,
It has no motive,
Except to love.
It is void of expectation.
If I were to become it,
Then I could find it anytime.
For it would always be within me.
Our will, seeks to be loved.
God's will, asks us to become love.
Love, attracts love,
Like motive, attracts motive.
Love is for another,
Motive is for self.
You find what you are willing to share,
Or what you are willing to become.
At the end of our time,
The only thing that will remain,
Is the legacy of the love.
That we left behind.
What was given to us,
Goes back to heaven,
To be given back.
To those that remain.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Progressive art can assist people to learn not only about the objective forces at work in the society in which they live, but also about the intensely social character of their interior lives. Ultimately, it can propel people toward social emancipation.
quote by Salvador Dali
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With A Motive Not To Be Provoked
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And there are people more devoted,
To keep their peace condoned.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
To get away from all the alibis.
And those who live their lives making up lies.
With so many to this committed.
As if there's benefit in it.
To change what they say in a minute.
This limits and this diminishes.
This limits and this diminishes.
People have a motive,
To be...
Alone!
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
To get away from all the alibis.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And those who live their lives making up lies.
To change what they say in a minute.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.
And...
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bite The Hand That Feeds
I have no interest in self-preservation, emptiness is like an old friend.
I have no motive or any inclination, of doing anything for any one again.
I've been the patsy, I've been the fool,
I've been the scapegoat, now all of that is through.
Don't want to sit and wonder when the end is near,
don't want to know where I'll be in 20 years.
Because I bite the hand that feeds.
Easy to call me selfish, after years of nurtured apprehension.
I have no shame I take the blame, no more subordination.
I gave up my self-esteem for a false security,
and foolishly I chased that dream, that had to be force fed to me.
I play no part in hope that dwindles, reality is such a change of pace.
I see things now for what they are, and reality is such a different place.
Nostalgia such a waist of time, so much life left to live.
I can't dwell on yesterday, I gotta take as much as I give.
song performed by by Zero Down
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More Difficult It Became To Be Objective
For many years I did my best,
To be objective.
With attempts to reject...
My own introspective thoughts.
Or be perceived as being,
Subjective in my perspective.
And yet be expected to accept.
But having experiences,
Kept me reflective.
And more difficult it became,
To be objective and remain...
Emotionally disconnected.
Especially when I became more affected,
By being the subject of much insensitivity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We succeed only as we identify in life, or in war, or in anything else, a single overriding objective, and make all other considerations bend to that one objective.
quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower
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We succeed only as we identify in life, or in war, or in anything else, a single overriding objective, and make all other considerations bend to that one objective.
quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower (2 April 1957)
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I Often Wonder About This When I Am Solicited
It is difficult to remain objective...
When a solicitation comes.
It is difficult not to feel imposed upon...
When a rating is demanded,
From someone.
Does someone doing what they do,
From a love connection.
Desire to have it rated...
With a close inspection?
I often wonder about this when I am solicited.
It is difficult to remain objective...
When a a solicitation comes.
It is difficult not to feel imposed upon...
When a rating is demanded,
From someone.
And what is the ultimate purpose?
To feed an ego...
Or improve.
What if I should say I dislike what has been done?
What for that 'someone' will my comments prove?
That I don't know what I am talking about?
AND...
I am an eccentric fool?
I've been told that too many times.
That is why I refuse,
To respond to solicitations.
There is an honesty involved.
And I will protect mine too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't start with a design objective, I start with a communication objective. I feel my project is successful if it communicates what it is supposed to communicate.
quote by Mike Davidson
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Hackers Elite Hack On
I know when publishing selling
that even when your good enough
sometimes without luck backing
this will never never be enough.
In a commercial
twentieth-first
century society
it is still predominantly
about promotion
fast track to suitable trading
appropriate sufficient
venture through bulk advertising.
Primary objective is making
money moving units
catch cry motive rhetoric relating
to “money for gods sake”
communicates persuasively
point your need to buy
persuade people effectively
through expressive oratory
is not enough in a global dynamic market
you need a good fight promoter to hack it.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Timbered Choir
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.
I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;
I came to the city that nobody recognized because it looked like every other city.
I saw the passages worn by the unnumbered
footfalls of those whose eyes were fixed upon the objective.
Their passing had obliterated the graves and the monuments
of those who had died in pursuit of the objective
and who had long ago forever been forgotten, according
to the inevitable rule that those who have forgotten forget
that they have forgotten. Men, women, and children now pursued the objective
as if nobody ever had pursued it before.
The races and the sexes now intermingled perfectly in pursuit of the objective.
the once-enslaved, the once-oppressed were now free
to sell themselves to the highest bidder
and to enter the best paying prisons
in pursuit of the objective, which was the destruction of all enemies,
which was the destruction of all obstacles, which was the destruction of all objects,
which was to clear the way to victory, which was to clear the way to promotion, to salvation, to progress,
to the completed sale, to the signature
on the contract, which was to clear the way
to self-realization, to self-creation, from which nobody who ever wanted to go home
would ever get there now, for every remembered place
had been displaced; the signposts had been bent to the ground and covered over.
Every place had been displaced, every love
unloved, every vow unsworn, every word unmeant
to make way for the passage of the crowd
of the individuated, the autonomous, the self-actuated, the homeless
with their many eyes opened toward the objective
which they did not yet perceive in the far distance,
having never known where they were going,
having never known where they came from.
poem by Wendell Berry
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It is simply not true that war is solely a means to an end, nor do people necessarily fight in order to obtain this objective or that. In fact, the opposite is true: people very often take up one objective or another precisely in order that they may fight.
quote by Martin Van Creveld
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Though a good motive cannot sanction a bad action, a bad motive will always vitiate a good action. In common and trivial matters we may act without motives, but in momentous ones the most careful deliberation is wisdom.
quote by W.M.L. Jay
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Subjective artists are one-eyed, but objective artists are blind.
quote by Georges Rouault
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Not Easy To Overcome
There are huge potentials of the markets waiting for you over there,
So why can't you take advantage of it to express yourself?
For there are no finger prints in this world which are the same,
But the masters are not easy to overcome.
Show up to the course and be very objective and realistic to your muse,
And bring out a constructive commitment towards your goals!
For writing is like a skill which has an artistic roll to play always,
But the masters are not easy to overcome.
Aim at the potential markets around you and try to get there!
For i will meet you when you get there;
But breaking through these markets will let you feel heaven right here on earth!
All the same, the masters are not easy to overcome.
These huge potentials of these markets are what you need,
But criticise me if i am wrong;
For the true potentials of your talents are what makes up the markets,
And you need a break through to satisfy your muse with your mind!
But the masters are not easy to overcome.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Is Not Impossible To Be Who One Is
It is not impossible to be who one is,
In places where people live without identities.
It just becomes more obvious,
To choose from those who are themselves...
From the others who have not a clue.
And if one can live getting this kind of attention,
In an environment where few know who they are...
The identity one has that is seen to address,
Has nothing to do with the making of impressions.
Since the getting of respect is not one's objective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First To Thirst With An Impression Rehearsed
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
And those making attempts to reach higher to achieve,
Would never be opposed by disbelievers who deceive.
IF insecurities and greed were not priorities to feed...
First!
To thirst.
With an impression rehearsed upon those observing.
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
Or advocating divisions with an emphasis on race,
To minimize greatness and those benefits replaced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comehere With the Quick Fix
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
People,
Hurting from a pride deep inside...
And found to bitter bite!
And people wanting,
Love.
And more love...
To share and keep around at night.
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
They will get it when it comes,
And arrives on the block.
Loaded by a motive that it can't be stopped.
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix-of it...
Your love.
I can't resist it when its sittin' there!
Are you gonna come and get it?
Or do you want this good stuff delivered to you...
Wet and bare!
Telling one another,
This is not a love affair.
But a fairytale that has come true.
I hope I'm getting this exclusively.
This is what I want with you,
And what I wish to do.
Comehere!
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix-of it...
Your love.
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix,
It just hit me!
On my head like a ton of bricks!
Gotta-git-a-quick-fix-of it...
Your love.
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehe re.
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehere.
Comehe re.
Comehere with the quick fix of your love!
Come and get a quick fix,
Of this love!
Come and get a quick fix,
Of this love!
Come and get a quick fix,
Of this love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Stink!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
All I've ever wanted from you,
Was your trust.
Although my honesty shows,
Perhaps I trust too much.
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
I get the message!
You have preferences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus More On Motive
Please,
Why can't you give me time...
With allowing my mind,
To find a bit of comfort.
Please,
Why can't you leave me alone...
With a time I can find,
To enjoy that bit of comfort.
I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.
I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.
So please...
Why can't you give me time,
With allowing my mind...
To find a bit of comfort.
And please...
Why can't you leave me alone,
With a time I can find...
To enjoy that bit of comfort.
What I need is to focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.
What I need is to focus more on motive,
With a hope you'll understand my need.
I need to...
Focus more on motive,
With a hope you'll understand my need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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