As These Days We Live Speed Forward
Your arguments,
To intentionally incense...
Make even less common sense,
As these days we live speed forward!
And the wickedness spewed from your lips,
Has become more obvious.
And the support you once enjoyed from this...
Brings upon disgust from those who inisist you be dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mowing Over More Woes
Leave me with my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub feeling lucky.
These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
With a nitpick, sticky, pricking fit,
That can make one go ballistic quick.
Time alone at home is wanted.
So I disconnect the phone.
Just to sit in quietness,
Away from lip flipped arguments.
To relax and feel free...
To sip,
On a cup of tea!
These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
But when I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Enjoying my time,
Relaxed...
With a cup of tea!
When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense.
When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense.
When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense,
To keep a mowing over more woes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing To Them Dawns
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who the foolish people are.
And the support they are receiving,
By those who follow blindly behind...
With an absence of their own thought process.
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who has been depicted as nonconformists.
With a choosing to witness those sitting on a fence.
Debating between themselves to convince,
Which one is more logical and who makes sense.
As they try to impress who has the greater intelligence.
And the ones long depicted as nonconformists,
Now too impatient to listen to foolish arguments...
Find what others do no longer to their amusement.
With decisions they have made in times faded and gone,
To leave alone whether right or wrong...
Those remaining to debate over the obvious,
From Sunrise to Sunset and yet nothing to them dawns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Sense
You cant live together
You cant live alone
Considering the weather
Oh my, how youve grown
From the men in the factories
To the wild kangaroo
Like those birds of a feather
Theyre gathering together
And feeling
Exactly like you
They got mesmerized
By lullabies
And limbo danced
In pairs
Please lock that door
It dont make much sense
That common sense
Dont make no sense
No more
Just between you and me
Its like pulling
When you ought to be shovin,
Like a nun
With her head in the oven
Please dont tell me
That this really wasnt nothing
One of these days
One of these nights
Youll take off your hat
And theyll read you
Your rights
Youll wanna get high
Every time you feel low
Hey, queen isabella
Stay away from that fella
Hell just get you
Into trouble, you know?
But they came here by boat
And they came here by plane
They blistered their hands
And they burned out their brain
All dreaming a dream
Thatll never come true
Hey, dont give me no trouble
Or Ill call up my double
Well play piggy-in-the-middle
With you
Youll get mesmerized
By alibis
And limbo dance in pairs
Please lock that door
It dont make much sense
That common sense
Dont make no sense
No more
song performed by by John Prine
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Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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Let's play 'Idiots Who Replace Fools For a Day'.
Let's play 'Idiots Who Replace Fools For a Day'.
We'll both pretend to be amazed,
By all that has happened.
And we will stop and congratulate,
Everyone for participating...
For letting us have our way!
We will wear buttons and pins,
In support of the huge deficit...
All of us helped to find ourselves in!
As you and I declare...
We wish to bring an end,
To those offended...
By every tragedy began,
We inflicted with intention.
And opening doors for more to endure.
Agony is not true agony...
Unless it is poured upon the heads,
Of those once middle class and now poor!
Adored is the wickedness in this!
Yes!
We want them hushed!
Those who would like to see us crushed.
We want them silenced...
Those who wish to move forward with correctness.
We want to hear cheers...
And praises from those who elected us to be here!
Let's play 'Idiots Who Replace Fools For a Day'.
And discuss our disgust for the need to change!
Let's show them how we can keep this plunge...
Going downhill at record speed!
Let us show them,
How truthfully to be deranged!
And have all request this need to feed.
Instead of that slow as you go mess!
To have those chewing up each other...
In what has been decided,
As to the type of chaos that is left!
That leaves all fighting themselves...
Over which 'democractic' lifestyle suits them best!
Let us just connect to doom...
Now!
And get this 'Who Stands For What and Why'
Deception crap,
Flushed down the nearest toilet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solidarity Song
Peoples of the world, together
Join to serve the common cause!
So it feeds us all for ever
See to it that it's now yours.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Black or white or brown or yellow
Leave your old disputes behind.
Once start talking with your fellow
Men, you'll soon be of one mind.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
If we want to make this certain
We'll need you and your support.
It's yourselves you'll be deserting
if you rat your own sort.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
All the gang of those who rule us
Hope our quarrels never stop
Helping them to split and fool us
So they can remain on top.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Workers of the world, uniting
Thats the way to lose your chains.
Mighty regiments now are fighting
That no tyrrany remains!
Forward, without forgetting
Till the concrete question is hurled
When starving or when eating:
Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the world?
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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Eleventh Hour
Waiting until the eleventh hour,
To voice outrage, support and empathy...
May have little effect for habitual tactics,
To change what has been neglected for years.
And appearing clearly in one's own backyard.
To acknowledge the ignoring of truth,
Many have allowed to grow to produce...
Actions that upset,
Those gathering to defend and protect...
A right to believe lies kept to themselves,
Will not eventually catch up with them...
As if divinely protected.
Makes pointless their arguments.
And...
Clearly an absence of common sense.
But...
A feeding together upon such foolishness,
At their own expense...
Seems to have become their best activity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wills
I will speak excellent things and,
I will open up my mouth with the right things of love;
And with carefulness and common-sense!
For my sweet name is called Wills.
I will speak the truth always,
For wickedness is an abomination to my lips!
And like the muse of your love in the land of many waters;
But, i am Wills with the positive mind of life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Our best theories are not only truer than common sense, they make more sense than common sense.
quote by David Deutsch
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Mind Fed Rituals
When determined people,
Pray to God to have their way...
And God sends to them messengers,
To scream from bullhorns...
This is not going to happen.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
People like this will make their mission,
To enlist others to value their point of view.
Even to select and depict those unknowing,
They have been chosen as culprits...
By someone who did not like,
How they were told...
To remove their rose colored glasses!
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
And the 'spiritual' side of it...
Is a routine of mind fed rituals,
Outdated by a lack indepth perception.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
A common sense for many,
That has been diluted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If we put our trust in the common sense of common men and 'with malice toward none and charity for all' go forward on the great adventure of making political, economic and social democracy a practical reality, we shall not fail.
quote by Henry A. Wallace
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You Know Doggone Well 'They' Aint Them
Many are fanatics.
With over-reactive temperments.
Constantly they are in arguments.
And never satisfied with that which makes sense.
They,
Live in and create their own hostile environments.
They,
Say they hate outside involvement.
They,
Are the first to call the police and/or the government,
For assistance.
And...
Solicit they do for a unity amongst themselves.
And yet despise suggestions as to how to do that best!
And sit back on concrete stoops...
If not from porches with steps.
Or congregate wherever they can find an empty space,
To stand all day on a neighborhood corner...
Joking as if paid jesters.
Pointing out which of the ones who pass them by,
Live in a twilight zone.
'Who are 'they'?
And WHO are you talking about? '
I am talking about US!
Haven't I made that obvious?
We are 'they'!
Not them.
If we were them...
We would not accept this from 'they'!
Now would we?
And don't look at me as if I am saying something,
You don't understand!
You know doggone well 'they' aint them.
And we are 'they'!
You know this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need of Permanent Hibernation
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are not only detrimental.
They have become so engrained,
That the cost of defending against...
The use of common sense,
Has depleted everyone from recognizing...
That a connection between common sense,
And the application of truth...
Is where the true victory can be located.
And avoiding these intentionally...
Creates the onslaught of devastation.
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are in need of permanent hibernation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Make A Den (demo)
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of hay
Who will be leader?
In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have
children of our own.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of wood
Who will be leader?
Wouldn't it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total
possession of the hill
For the rest of our days?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of our den.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of bricks
Who will be leader?
In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my won't we have
fun when later on we patch it up?
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it from cement
Who will be leader?
In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each Christmas
like there was nothing ever wrong
For the rest of our days.
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of their den.
Well you can wear your brand new nurse's outfit,
And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit.
Everything unchanging
Just furniture arranging
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it underground
Who will be leader?
Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just
to stop us from cuddling and hanging on
For the rest of our days
song performed by by Xtc
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Right Now
Right now...
It does not matter that it is,
Or that it is what it is.
Maybe to you a point of view,
From another...
That is the same as the others,
Is not given the way you expected.
But that still does not change...
What remains the same.
And it is obvious your opinion that is given,
With an attached emotion that is driven...
Feeds a needing ego,
Instead of a common sense missing...
And you are in need of assistance not admitted,
That has been distanced and you could use.
Since...
Right now,
It does not matter that it is,
Or that it is what it is.
Maybe to you a point of view,
From another...
That is the same as the others,
Is not given the way you expected.
But that still does not change...
What remains the same.
And it is obvious your opinion that is given,
With an attached emotion that is driven...
Feeds a needing ego,
Instead of a common sense missing...
And you are in need of assistance not admitted,
That has been distanced and you could use...
Some sense,
Right now.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reluctance To Comprehend Basic Concepts
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
Anyone focused on speaking above one's head,
Has already shown a reluctance to comprehend...
Basic concepts.
And that is revealed the moment their mouths open,
With the first word spoken to impress.
And the words that follow next,
Are remarkably more hollow.
With nothing to digest from the emptiness.
And disconnected is the mind from the lips.
As observed by anyone's eyes consciously witnessing this.
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
But then again...
To do this and not offend.
And be able to fit in without attracting attention,
Is a gift that comes with unlimited potential!
And one that is given with blessings,
That amazingly goes unnoticed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Days 'Everything' Seems To Be Shaky
We all seem to be needing,
Some sort of life support these days.
To say nothing is what it use to be,
Is an understatement...
Made by many of us,
Walking around in a daze.
Up use to be UP.
And being 'down' was easily detected,
By those with frowns.
But it is hard to say who is swayed,
Or who is standing on solid ground.
If any validity of that can be found.
We all seem to be needing,
Some sort of life support these days.
To say nothing is what it use to be,
Is an understatement...
Made by many of us,
Walking around in a daze.
And delayed common sense,
To prevent protected thoughts from leaking.
Is perhaps the best defense,
For a peace kept to keep that one is seeking.
Even speaking these days seems to be a waste.
Will eventually be labelled crazed is some way.
Up use to be UP.
And being 'down' was easily detected,
By those with frowns.
But it is hard to say who is swayed,
Or who is standing on solid ground.
If any validity of that can be found around.
These days 'everything' seems to be shaky!
In a waiting for 'something'...
To either be settled.
Or disturbingly break.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love & Violence
She walks real slow
Talks like an animal
What am i
Supposed to do
Ive tried to explain
My hearts not a radio
But I cant seem
To get to you
Face to face
Tears on a heart of stone
When she talks
I walk away
It seems to me
Its just a waste of time
These are words
I know shes heard before
Shes the girl
Guess Ill always know
And Ive tried
Ive tried
She always seems to know
The morning after
But not before
I havent slept
Worrying
I know I promised
To come see you
But now I have these
Things to do
All in all
It seems to me
You dont understand subtlety
Shall I make it obvious
Do you really want me to make up?
She doesnt talk
For days and days
And when she does
She always says
That I act real slow
Behave like an animal
What am I supposed to do?
And Ive tried
Ive tried
But she always seems to know
We dont make sense
Love and violence
We dont make sense
Love and violence
song performed by by Omd
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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