Blowing Kisses
As incredulous as this may seem,
There are some places where people live...
Where the showing of disrespect,
And turning one's back on opportunities...
Is a teaching that is taught to others to perfection.
And in those places,
There are those who scheme...
To weaken those with credible influence,
Through the use of character assassination...
And the telling of the most fantastic of lies.
'You have a very creative mind.
When do you find the time to make this stuff up? '
It has to be a 'fluke'.
Or a dysfunction of some kind,
That interfers with my mental process.
Since where I live everyone is observed blowing kisses.
And those who refuse are murdered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Incredulous
Incredulous.
They stand deluded,
Inside their heads...
Fantasized.
Incredulous.
Those stances taken.
The heartbreaking done.
With a stubbornness unbecoming.
And a waste of time,
Spent faking.
So incredulous.
Empty rituals with untried faith.
And attempts to make,
What is not there to embrace,
With a 'reality' selected in its place.
Incredulous, yes!
On faces left and gone unaddressed.
And those that are not...
Must choose from them to leave.
Incredulous people,
ARE to be believed!
Do 'not' try to perceive them,
Otherwise.
Incredulous are those,
Who defy truth!
And wish to live their lives...
Totally in the worship of lies!
Incredulous!
And defying a mind satisfying,
Correctness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Do Folks Just Make Up Stuff?
Why do folks just make up stuff?
Even those who traditionally lie professionally,
And have kept it this way for centuries...
Can be noticed becoming increasingly appalled,
By this relatively new trend in communication.
Their lies are being amended,
By the telling of lies more outrageously told.
And to say they are offended,
Is an understatement.
They can be seen blowing off steam.
Why do folks just make up stuff?
Not even good made up stuff at that.
There is weak made up stuff being made.
Low grade although acceptable.
And this can be seen,
As a detriment to standards kept...
That has begun to threaten values,
Being questioned by the youth...
Graduating with degrees of higher learning,
With no where to apply their lessons learned.
As those who just make up stuff,
Are making themselves more credible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mud Throwing Grudgeons
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
I can accept being labelled ignorant.
Among other choice names I have been called.
I can accept having been told I live in my own world,
With a perspective on life that drips with cynicisms...
And sarcastic trimmings interpreted to faultfind.
I am a writer choosing to use that as my creative license.
However...
What excuses are left for people to make,
Not to see the forest for the trees?
When it is obvious they hop over falling branches,
Like unseen obstacles.
And the ones who point this out to have others cautioned,
Are said to be disgruntled and embittered...
Mud throwing grudgeons pivoting themselves to disrupt.
By what?
A jealousy to refuse,
To beat their heads up against tree trunks?
And a refusal to do this is shown as a sign of envy?
Who is spiking the tea these nuts drink?
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
If a brick wall is constructed to be just what it is,
Why do those persisent in their protest,
Make declarations with demands and wishes...
To have those bricks replaced with cushions?
And grant with allowances to have their intelligence,
Abused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Knew Sanity
Sell the people on fear and what they will lose.
Accustomed these people are already...
To some kind of dysfunction of mental disarray.
And being uninformed and out of touch...
Is somewhat like throwing one's mind away.
And relying on embellishments,
Others make up from made up stuff...
Folks love.
And...
That doesn't last.
Not in 'that' lane of road ragers.
Where the people drive themselves 'mad'...
Fast to a fade,
From a sane that seldom came.
And when it did,
Few knew....
Sanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live For Today
Show me the road and I will find my own
and you build the bridges and I'll burn them down.
So far away and all alone I roam
I'm taking chances in the here and now.
And all you wonder is who's for sale
but you won't know now and I won't tell.
You're always hiding, throwing up your hands
while heroes ride again.
God only knows all the places I've been
but I love this life that I'm live'n in and
I won't look back to regret yesterday.
We're not handed tomorrow
so I'll live for today.
Another day and yet another's done,
spending the life living within the past.
I'll take the chance before the chance has gone.
you never know when it will be your last
But still you wonder who's for sale
you won't know now and I won't tell.
You're always hiding, throwing up your hands
while heroes ride again.
God only knows all the places I've been
but I love this life that I'm live'n in.
I won't look back to regret yesterday.
We're not handed tomorrow
so I'll live for today.
We'll never know it When we run out of time until it's all over with
and there'll be nowhere to run.
We'll never say it but we're over our heads and we're drowning inside
all of these things we've said.
God only knws all the places I've been
but I love this life that I'm live'n in.
I won't look back to regret yesterday
cuz we're not handed tomorrow
so I'll live for today.
God only knows all the places I've been
but I love this life that I'm live'n in.
I won't look back to regret yesterday
cuz we're not handed tomorrow.
so I'll live for today.
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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All Or Nothing
I hope you can hear this
A song for the way that I feel tonight
Were tired and fearless
And run out of places left to hide
So come along
Were better off dead
If we cant live for something
Im in all or nothing
I might be going under
But Im not going back
This time, all or nothing
Never stop to wonder
No turning back
Im all out of reasons
For keeping it all locked up inside
Theres no use in waiting
Im laying it out there on the line
So bring it on
Right or wrong
Theres nothing left for me to lose so
Im in, all or nothing
I might be going under
But Im not going back
This time, all or nothing
Never stop to wonder
No turning back
So come along
Were better off living like
Its all that weve got
Im in, all or nothing
I might be going under
But Im not going back
This time, all or nothing
Never stop to wonder
No turning back
song performed by by Lit
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Do Liars Then Do?
Liars know who they are.
And what they have done,
To pursue temporary satisfactions.
With a demoralizing of whom they choose.
As if what they've done will stick like glue.
Those who have been scrutinized,
By the telling of false lies...
To have been victimized with tears cried.
Are aware of them too!
Yet to retaliate is something they refuse.
But those who have been undermined,
Do what liars instigating have chosen not to do.
And that is to wait patiently,
To let time intervene...
With a demeaning liars with an applying of truth.
What do liars then do?
Plead to be released from mental guilty beatings.
And even if forgiven,
Liars once exposed for who they are...
Can never find places to keep themselves hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aloof, Cool And Haughty
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
And instead of accepting one's positive comments,
About what it is they do,
People will think anything mentioned about that...
Is an act of patronizing.
AND...
It 'is' when giving another one's support.
HOWEVER,
In some places this is regarded as being...
Aloof, cool and haughty.
So what is one left to do to leave minds like this,
Left to eventually dismiss?
One becomes...
Aloof, cool and haughty to please expectations.
Like I said,
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
But...
Places like this do exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is fear of religious mad men
There’s fear of religious mad men
who crash planes into places,
where innocent people live and work
without any apparent reason.
There’s fear of religious mad men
to be able to find,
acquire, or make
nuclear materials
and the ingredients
of the bomb
and to have the blue prints
to build that device
and to use it without any regret
on their fellow man.
There’s fear of religious mad men
to try and change the world
to the backward society
that they want it to be,
but I fear leaders without
any integrity
and with a lack of character
more than all these things,
since they force people
to live empty lives.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Live It Up
Live it up, and let it go
Your time is up before you know
In a world full of wonder
Dont let your troubles pull you under
Youre telling me your life is tough
And what you need is stronger stuff
Well you can live under sedation
Or get up and cause an overnight sensation
Woah, live it up
Life is what you make it
Woah, live it up
Its right there for you to take it
You sit and watch your mtv
You dream away in a fantasy
If you dont dig the situation
Then get a guitar and rock the nation
You cant hold back once you light the fuse
And if it feels alright, then let it roll
You got nothin to lose
Woah, live it up
Life is what you make it
Woah, live it up
Its right there for you to take it
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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I Live For Your Love
Written by pam reswick, steve werfel and allan rich
Stand up, stand on your own, thats what they tell me
You can make it alone, but where does it say I have to move
Far away from you to prove Im strong,
Oh when all it really proves is Im lonely without you
And loneliness has to be wrong, I live for your love, (everyday), every minute
I live for your love, (in my life), want you in it
I live for your love, I admit it, I live for your love
I wake up with no one to kiss, sometimes I wonder, (wonder, wonder) if I just exist
I know there are people I can see, places I could be, and friends who call
Oh but what good does it do, theres no substitute for you
I want you or nothing at all, I live for your love, (every day), every minute
I live for your love, (in my life), want you in it, I live for your love, I admit it
I live for your love and your kisses, and know how Im missing
Your sweet tender touch, (tender touch), I need you so much
That I just cant go on anymore, what I wouldnt give for
cause darling I live for your love, (everyday), every minute
I live for your love, (got one life) want you in it
I live for your love, I hate to admit it, but oh, I live for, Id die for
What I wouldnt give for your love, (I live for your loveevery day)
I live for your love, (got one life) every day, every minute
(I live for your love), I have only got one life, I want you in it
Oh, my baby, yes, yes, I live for your love, ooh, ooh
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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People Who Are Set In Their Ways
It is too late,
To re-program a people taught
They are entitled,
To disrespect without giving it a thought.
Or,
Show a remorse of any kind.
People who are set in their ways,
And in this state of mind
Prey to leech.
And are not the kind,
To admit their wrongs.
Since there are none they can find.
People set in their ways,
And in this state of mind
Will not be the ones confined,
Spending their time
Delivering to the neighborhood children,
Freshly baked homemade cookies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reincarnation
Shards of time
come into my mind
about places I've been
about places I've seen
For a few seconds
I'm back at the scene
walking and talking
with the people I'd seen
at the place of my first death
As the soul rises
I feel reincarnation of the body and mind
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Black Math
Dont you think that Im bound to react now?
My fingers definitely turning to black now
Maybe Ill put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe thatll be nice
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
The longer words are really breaking my back now
Maybe Ill learn to understand
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand
Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
Im practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Maybe Ill put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe thatll be nice
Listen master can I ask you a question
Is it the fingers, or the brain
That youre teaching this lesson?
Maybe Ill put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe thatll be nice
song performed by by White Stripes
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Updating Of An 'After-The-Fact' Status
An updating of an 'after-the-fact' status,
To make things that have happened in the past...
More current with a revisiting of emotions spent,
From them they can not escape to erase...
With hopes to live what is now being experienced.
To increase one's needed strength or mental agility.
OR confirms the presence,
Of a questioned competence decreasing in merit.
This kind of activity only validates,
The hopelessness many are made to feel...
About truths they today face.
And living amongst those who remain fixed in denial,
When confronted with a reality plainly observed.
While awaiting with faith and patience for explanations,
Since many are taught to seek help and guidance...
To rely on someone else to process their own thoughts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inflamed and Embroiled
It is as if we MUST live in fear today.
To protect a peace that is betrayed,
By unknown faces and places unfamiliar!
I refuse to live that way!
Am I a suspect of treason?
Since I carry no reason
On my back to be afraid?
I refuse restrictions that delay...
A peace I know can flow but strays,
With a new weapon preached,
As I duck from the spit that's sprayed!
There is nothing that can reach...
Those caught in this feverish,
Beseeching heat!
Inflamed and embroiled they seek,
To defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Home
How do I find my way back?
I've strayed too far from home.
I've gone so many places
for so many days.
I've even been to Rome.
I have seen so many sights now.
It seems to me that somehow
that every place I've ever seen
were places in-between
from the place that is my home.
My search for brand new places
and all those other places
never filled the gap
as I crossed the map,
so far from my sweet home.
For I missed the landscape,
the place that I grew up in.
The old familiar faces
were not in the places I've been.
And now I must retrace my steps.
I've searched this world all over.
Too long I've been a rover.
I'll take a trip on back
for I'm on the wrong track.
I wonder what I'll find at my home?
Nothing seems the same now.
Familiarity has changed somehow,
except for the peace I feel around me.
'Cause in my memory I still can see
the place that is my home.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Nevermind
The war was lost
The treaty signed
I was not caught
I crossed the line
I was not caught
Though many tried
I live among you
Well disguised
I had to leave
My life behind
I dug some graves
You’ll never find
The story’s told
With facts and lies
I had a name
But never mind
Never mind
Never mind
The war was lost
The treaty signed
There’s truth that lives
And truth that dies
I don’t know which
So never mind
Your victory
Was so complete
That some among you
Thought to keep
A record of
Our little lives
The clothes we wore
Our spoons our knives
The games of luck
Our soldiers played
The stones we cut
The songs we made
Our law of peace
Which understands
A husband leads
A wife commands
And all of this
Expressions of
The Sweet Indifference
Some call Love
The High Indifference
Some call Fate
But we had Names
More intimate
Names so deep and
Names so true
They’re blood to me
They’re dust to you
There is no need
That this survive
There’s truth that lives
And truth that dies
Never mind
Never mind
I live the life
I left behind
There’s truth that lives...
I could not kill
The way you kill
I could not hate
I tried I failed
You turned me in
At least you tried
You side with them
Whom you despise
This was your heart
This swarm of flies
This was once your mouth
This bowl of lies
You serve them well
I’m not surprised
You’re of their kin
You’re of their kind
Never mind
Never mind
The story’s told
With facts and lies
You own the world
So never mind
Never mind
Never mind
I live the life
I left behind
I live it full
I live it wide
Through layers of time
You can’t divide
My woman’s here
My children too
Their graves are safe
From ghosts like you
In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
song performed by by Leonard Cohen, music by Patrick Leonard, lyrics by Leonard Cohen (2016)
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Dreamers
To escape reality
dreamers’ dream of places
where only in their mind can go.
Paradises filled with warmth
and all the colours of the rainbow.
Places where peace is held by everyone,
lands where love is stretched out with every hand.
Dreamers go there
when they are tucked up in bed every night
away from a world
where some just cannot forgive
and into a world of live and let live.
Their own personal paradise
where only their mind can go.
12 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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