Blinded By Design
Blinded by design.
A condition so effective...
Whatever comes next for them,
Few will accept.
And most will reject.
Especially those opposed to facing truths.
Since the feasting of historic concepts...
Have only been fed to them,
With the only best...
Of tasty deceptions.
Blinded by design,
And the majority are fine about it!
Or were...
Until just recently.
A disturbance regarding their finances,
Has cause their eyes to open wide!
Leaving many traumaticized in disbelief.
And even though the sky is falling...
To scurry many chickens home to roost.
An elected goose promising golden eggs would be laid...
Has been discovered to be the leader,
Of a tremendous duping done...
With a horrifying scooping of their finds to boot!
Blinded by design,
For a very long time.
And slowly is this reality being revealed...
Since the bottom of their butts will soon be busted.
Not only to abandon those trusting disgusted!
But hundreds of thousands,
Seen going literally out of their minds!
And a sceaming done by those who find...
No missionary charities soliciting to depict,
Their disadvantaged sufferings...
On local tv to gain sympathy from those rich.
Since the voices heard are theirs...
At a dispassionate fervor bursting,
Terrifying pitch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded By The Sun
I met a woman in West Virginia
Said her name was Alabama
She from a little town outside Savannah
Where everyone talk that country grammar
She said she killed a man down in Atlanta
He beat her and he drank til he couldn't stand up
He told her that he loved her but he couldn't stand her
She caught him in his sleep hit him with a hammer
Then she sold her car and she bought a gun
Johnny Law got her on the run
Another broken bottle and the damage done
We've all been blinded by the sun
Blinded by the sun...
Her breathe was sweet, her eyes were pretty
She said her zodiac sign was cancer
She was on her way to New York City
Trying to get a job there as a dancer
Then she asked if she could ride home with me
Now I'm still thinking on the answer
She pulled on love She don't take pity
She'll break your heart if you give her the chance to
If Grandma's got an Uzi and it weighs a ton
Johnny Law got her on the run
Another broken bottle and the damage done
We've all been blinded by the sun, blinded by the sun
Sunsunsun
Lord have mercy on me for all the things I've done
I've lost my mind, my eyes were blinded by the sun
Don't forsake me Lord I'm not the only one
I've lost my mind, my eyes were blinded by the sun
Blinded by the sun
And Grandma's got an Uzi and it weighs a ton
Johnny Law got her on the run
Another Broken bottle and the damage done
We've all been blinded by the sunblinded by the sun.
song performed by by Everlast
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If I designed a computer with 200 chips, I tried to design it with 150. And then I would try to design it with 100. I just tried to find every trick I could in life to design things real tiny.
quote by Steve Wozniak
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What's Going On With The Chickens?
What's going on with the chickens?
'No one really knows exactly how all of this started.
Or wish to connect any of this,
To the making of common sense.
They are baffled.
We are baffled.
And since it was reported,
Those chickens were going home to roost...
Well,
The abundance of eggs they once had laid...
Has been limited to quite a few.
And 'now'...
Someone has decided to use them,
In some foolish sexual preference dispute.'
And...
Who is that guy tied up to the chair?
'He was the one who first declared,
A suspicion he had that chickens everywhere...
Were preparing to come home to roost.'
Oh yes...
I remember.
He was the one daring to tell the truth about the chickens.
And he was labelled a racist too.
'What are they calling the people,
Choosing to protect their rights...
Not to cater to those with same sex appetites? '
Conveniently they have called them conservatives.
'Has everyone lost their minds? '
I have no idea.
But grateful I am to be a vegetarian.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Different Twigs On Rooted Trees
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
If one accepts the meaning of consciousness,
Life given to live will display...
An array of qualities,
Humanity blesses us to receive.
This Universe beholds many complexities,
Out of our control.
Although we demand with selfishness,
To insist we can rule and suppress...
What we choose and refuse what is detested!
Feeding a continuum of conflict and unrest.
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
And 'not' the creators of upsetting conflicts and diseases,
Left!
Like pests.
And not the self righteous 'saviors' professed!
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
However...
Too many of those are still enclosed,
In shells too hard!
And too thick to birth from the surface to bloom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sample And Hold
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Eyes: Blue
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But not the angry one
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But not the lonely one
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But not the lonely one
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Satisfaction guaranteed
Please specify
The colour of skin and eye
We know you'll be happy
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Don't hesitate to give us a call
We know you'll be satisfied
When you energize
And see your unit come alive
We know you'll be happy
I need a unit to sample and hold
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But not the lonely one, lonely one, lonely one
Weight: 110
Perfection in every detail
Fabricated from the curl of the hair
To the tip of the nail
Because our units never fail
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song performed by by Neil Young
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The interesting thing is when we design and architect a server, we don't design it for Windows or Linux, we design it for both. We don't really care, as long as we're selling the one the customer wants.
quote by Michael Dell
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Blinded By A Lie
I got the information from a friend last night
And it looks so very different in black and white
I was part of the second party, that was me
Signed away my life, really couldnt see
* blinded by, blinded by a lie
Blinded by, blinded by a lie
I know its just the price you pay
I know youre nothing
* repeat
Now you listen closely, dont you go away
Theres a cut of something, in what I have to say
You keep the full deck from me, mr. percent
Through the legal jungle, whos the one thats bent?
* repeat
I know its just the price you pay
I know youve nothin to say
And oh boy every dog has its day
I know youll be the one to pay
[instrumental]
And now I see that I was
* repeat and fade
song performed by by Ufo
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Blinded
i told myself i love him
i told myself he's not mean, they just don't see the real him...
i thought to myself if he's a mistake, he's one worth walking into
i thought he was perfect, the one, mine forever and ever....
now i realize...i was just blinded.....
BLINDED by all the love
BLINDED by all the sweet things he told me
BLINDED so much that couldn't see the real him that was smacking me in the face saying DONT YOU NOTICE ME? ! ?
i feel so stupid, falling for him...
i feel so stupid for think i actually loved him...
i feel so stupid for being so BLIND.
poem by Kathryn Briones
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Unincorporated Insights VII
Are we blinded by irrelevancy?
Do our apotropaic impulses
Blacken our natural radiancy,
Fading each ray of light as it pulses?
Why do we sous rature our honesty? —
Filtering it through the media's veil,
Fearing the release and the amnesty
We want, letting resignation prevail.
Why do we design newer deities
That deafen the voices that long to speak?
Why not relieve pressing anxieties
And articulate meaningful critiques?
There is no reason to be a minion
In the realm of persuasive dominion.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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At the University of Maryland, my first year I started off planning to major in art because I was interested in theatre design, stage design or television design.
quote by Jim Henson
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Rejoice The Sun
Rejoice The Sun
Every morning, when, we meet
You thaw in a smile
As the moon in a dawn,
From pleasure...and I smile also...
To the sun- as always is cheerful,
But, this morning is artful,
Has begun to shine still strongly,
It is more and more
Does not allow us that,
We might open our eyes,
For that to searched, each
Other to long as at night,
The sun want to laugh at us
As over blinded from its beauty....
You must joy by - the Sun,
We have blinded from you…
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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Stardust
Our hearts rule our heads
when it comes to love,
often we leap before we look
and many times disaster occurs
when we are blinded by
the stardust in our eyes.
We see things we want to see
and not what is really there,
we walk the tightrope of love
rushing head long without a care
and get blinded to reality
by the stardust in our eyes.
We stumble on the tightrope
get hurt when we fall,
but climb back on again
when we get more
stardust in our eyes.
poem by David Harris
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Comforted In Ease
Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.
Caught up and teased,
By what 'necessitates'...
A life of luxury comforted in ease,
They kill themselves for that.
And do it literally.
Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.
And like bats living in caves,
Darkened to provide satisfactions intact.
Nothing outside of their programmed comfort zone...
Is going to convince them,
What they have is not 'owned'. It's just on loan.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded By Love
The queen of the Nile
She laid on her throne
And she was drifting downstream
On a barge that was burnished with gold
Royal purple the sails
So sweetly perfumed
And poor Mark Antony's
Senses were drowned
And his future was doomed
He was blinded by love
He was blinded by love
The Philistines paid
For Samson's blind rage
The secrets that two lovers share
Should never have been betrayed
He was blinded by love
He was blinded by love
Now it's no use crying or weeping
You better lock up your soul for safe keeping
Promise me
The poor Prince of Wales
He gave up his crown
All for the trivial pursuit of
A parvenu second-hand lady
So lovers beware
If you lose your heart
Careful now
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Steel Wheels
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Breathe
I know I said I couldn't breathe without
you
I lied and was blinded by that thing
called love
You are gone and I breathe just fine
Oooohhh aaaahhh
See, my lungs are just fine
How are you though?
Don't give a darn about you anymore
But have you had dinner though?
Really mad at you right now
I know I said I could breathe fine without
you
I lied and was blinded by that thing
called hurt
Your touch broke me, why did you have
to go?
I'm still on the floor where I lay
The day I heard you were gone away
My heart still hits the ground
Each time love makes a sound
I know I said I could breathe
I'm sorry I lied again
For the day you left and went your way
You took my breath away
The way you did when we first saw
And the way you did when we first
kissed
And the way did when we first talked
And the way you did when we first
laughed
And the way you did when we first
fought
And the way you did the day you first
died.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Blinded By Shades Of Gray
Sometimes I feel confused and like my heart is broke.
Sometimes I think I'll find inner peace with smoke-
As I inhale the poisons and then exhale them away…
Sometimes I don't know why I think that way-
I guess because I'm blinded by shades of gray-
As I blindly try to find my way...
Sometimes I fly so high-
But the problems are still there, I cant deny-
Because eventually, I have to come back down to reality,
And that's one thing, From which drugs can never permanently set you free...
Sometimes I don't know why
I think that way-
I guess because I'm blinded by shades of gray-
As I blindly try to find my way...
Sometimes I think I'll find my answers,
At the bottom of a glass and I'll try to drink my problems away-
As the world around me blurs-
With bitter-sweet intoxication...
Sometimes I don't know why I think that way-
I guess its just my sometimes foolish imagination-
As I blindly try to find my way...
Sometimes I like to feel pain on the outside-
To mask the pain on the inside…
Sometimes I'll cut my wrists-
Sometimes longing just to end the pain and darkness-
With all this suffering inside-
Thinking that suicide,
Would be okay-
Hoping to bleed to death and fade into oblivion…
Sometimes I don't know why I think that way-
I guess because I'm blinded by shades of gray-
While I feel like the world is a place, Not worth living in-
In which I blindly try to find my way...
I hope its not to late,
To escape
This dark fate-
But for now, I guess I'll just have to wait-
As I long to escape the pain-
To never have to face it again...
But for now, I'll just take my medicine-
To help me forget this dark world, I'm living in...
poem by Philip Alarie
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Your love is wicked (parody)
(with apology to Koos A. Kombuis)
When you are crying
I want to strive
to be in your shadow
to feel the pain in everything,
every morning when I rise
I stumble over my bed
and chest of drawers
and when I have nausea from drinking
then I only want to eat
when you are with me,
at times I want to taste you
like wild berries
and even in my dark moods
I want to fall
deep into you
I want to make you stop
when you whisper
about the words
of evil sailors
and I want to go along
when you walk the streets
as a part of your neuroses
your favour is almost honourable
and totally unrestrained
your honour is without guilt
blinded by sin,
blinded without comfort,
blinded from love
and totally immoral
yesterday just like you
I went astray
in your urges
for a long time
with a lot of skeletons
without any phobias
or songs
it teems with LSD
and you tell
without asking
and the message that I am getting,
is that you are
a sweet mother in Africa
I curse
at every sign
of another guy
that fits over you,
I curse
just now
when I was shaking
your favour is almost honourable
and totally unrestrained
your honour is without guilt
blinded by sin,
blinded without comfort,
blinded from love
and totally immoral
It’s a sweet-berry daybreak
that is happening while we are together
its cry out upon cry out
without any point in mind
and why the hell
are you going home
while immorality eats you up?
I want to show you pain
deep in my heart
but you have got to wait
and nobody else
may hold onto you,
the old guy is upon you
with your applause
but he’s not holding
unto your buttocks
I want to make you stop
when you whisper
about the words
of evil sailors
and I want to go along
when you walk the streets
as a part of your neuroses
your favour is almost honourable
and totally unrestrained
your honour is without guilt
blinded by sin,
blinded without comfort,
blinded from love
and totally immoral.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mind By Design
If you use it...
There is nothing you should fear.
Just don't abuse it.
Refuse to as you choose.
If you use it...
No dozing snoozing will oppose.
If you do as you suppose.
And if you use it...
Accusations will vacation.
Freeing you to cruise and choose.
To chase away confusion...
From your head that stays cool.
If you use it...
You can stop the drinking booze.
Or drugging up to soothe and numb...
Succumbing doubt that overcomes.
And if you use it...
There is nothing you should fear,
That's so severe you keep so near...
To pursue as a life that suits.
When to the curb you can boot it.
You can use it!
That mind by design.
You can use it!
I's one of a kind.
You can use it.
Use it.
Use it.
Use it...
That mind by design.
Yours and one of a kind.
You can use it.
Use it.
Use it.
Use it...
That mind by design.
Yours and one of a kind.
You can use it.
That mind by design.
Know you can use it!
Yours and one of a kind.
Accusations will vacation.
Freeing you to cruise and choose.
To chase away confusion...
From your head that stays cool.
You can use it.
Use it.
Use it.
Use it...
That mind by design.
Yours and one of a kind.
Just choose to use it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Does It Take For Reality To Be Embraced?
What is it that goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed?
By the telling of lies and demeaning them,
With stereotypical jokes that seem to continue with no end?
Those old jokes told,
That have rusted against their peeling picket fences.
Delusion!
A delusion kept that their inept perceptions,
Will stay effective with sustained false depth.
And their ability to squeeze the economy,
To have those on their knees and pleading...
With a begging of them to forgive them of 'sins'.
As if they have been annointed as 'chosen' deities.
Worshipped by those suppressed as they believe.
What goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed,
By the telling of lies and demeaning them...
With stereotypical jokes?
Delusion!
And what awakens to stun the ones,
To snap out of their spells they've kept so well?
Reality!
And what does it take for reality to be embraced?
A truth that survives that no one can deny.
Once superficiality diminishes from those whose eyes,
Have been cleared and freed from all deceptions.
With trauma to face as a reception!
After inspecting their standards once valued demolished.
'Say what you will.
But a winning was not done with a mandate! '
I agree.
However...
Few losers are heard cheering,
Because they 'almost' defeated that which was opposed.
Or observed snuggling together...
With smiles a mile wide and gratified with eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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