Calculated Misdeeds
Calculated misdeeds
Come back to haunt,
Those flaunting ego wishes.
A shift in deceptions drift!
An upheavel comes to their lives.
And they are quite surprised...
How quick they fall and slip,
Into oblivion!
And there is no avoiding it...
When what had been,
Loosens from their grip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teflon-ed
Quick to shift,
A blame that sits.
On those who drift,
From being...
Held accountable.
They choose to say,
Their way is best.
Although they take,
More time to protest...
Another mess they manifest!
A love they have for dancing,
Around the bush.
So slick like oil oozing,
They refuse to look...
At the games they play.
Fast they run...
From mistakes initiated.
Mistakes by them repeated,
To keep things done their way.
They choose to say,
Their way is best.
Although they take,
More time to protest...
Another mess they manifest!
Quick to shift,
A blame that sits.
On those who drift,
From being...
Held accountable.
A love they have for dancing,
Around the bush.
So slick like oil oozing,
They refuse to look...
At the games they play.
Fast they run...
From mistakes initiated.
And 'Teflon-ed',
To keep their misdeeds...
Stick free.
Or noticeably heated.
Teflon-ed,
To keep their misdeeds...
Fed to feed,
As needed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mind That Is Alive
It has been hindered by you.
Splintered.
And the spirits are here to mend.
Everything about it will be tossed on its end.
Until its corrected.
And you can bet it will be done!
Under the power of the Moon, Stars and Sun
You are going to witness it!
This upheavel that takes a shift.
To restore before your eyes with surprise.
Earth, indeed, is a mind that is alive!
And it knows...
It has been taken too much for granted.
And it has allowed us to sit too long,
In self destruction!
Disrupting its peacefulness,
It wishes and can give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Calculated
We do not learn to be patient.
Or teach ourselves to appreciate,
Each other's gifts.
With a respect or our blessings given.
We wish to use manipulation,
As a source to show our ways.
And we think our children 'cute'
When they begin to place,
Their deceptions on display.
And 'that' behavior is approved...
As being accepted and okay!
And that is calculated!
One that is encouraged,
To be awarded everyday.
We embrace it and become elated.
Calculated.
With anything that is done,
Calculated.
To undermine anyone.
And not having an insight...
To recognize it when it comes.
A calculation to undo,
Those we sought out to dupe...
And conquer,
In a glorious contrived win...
With a calculated ending.
But now finds us the ones,
Who hobble along...
Baffled, broken and stunned!
Calculated in a hidden secret mix.
And preparing to transfix inflated egos.
To experience a flopping...
Shocking to those downtrodden.
Without a clue or a hint of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get A Grip
I see it on the tv, its playing on my mind,
Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother.
Just another mind game? or maybe its a sign,
When the child with a gun holds it up to the head of his brother.
Well that aint nice. gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, yeah.
Somebody tell me, where did we lose?
Wheres the point that we lost the control to live with each other?
Mister politician, searching for a lie.
Whats the truth? will the youth find the proof for a revolution?
Cause that aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get you into my life,
Gotta get a hold and get it moving.
I cant tell you what you need to know its up to you, oh yeah
That aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip, cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip.
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip and get it moving,
I cant tell you what you need to know, its up to you, oh yeah.
Dont your blood run cold, dont the sorrow show,
Hold on tight to what you have.
See it in your eyes, dont it make you cry,
Get a grip and shake the can.
Get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah,
Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a hold.
Get a grip on life, get a grip on life, get a grip on life,
Yeah get a grip.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Here to Communicate and Connect
I don't exist,
To see my name on the top
Of any list.
Or debate about my life experiences.
With anyone quick to pass judgement.
I am here to communicate and connect,
With those reflecting a consciousness
I can respect.
And that mission has been tough...
Since expanded minds,
Are not spread around enough!
But it is quick to spot egos.
They come out of the woodwork...
With pretensions they show much.
Flaunting ignorance and misdeeds,
As a sign of their intelligence.
And a senselessness that's out of touch!
Some will even use flattery to capture victims.
There have been all kinds of obstacles on my path...
To delay meaningful conversations,
With those who have similar tasks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once You Love Somebody
Two young hearts lost in love they vow to stay,
Running wild they believe theyve found a way
Filled with hope
Shes the dream, she understands you
Now this time hell hold on, shell never leave him
Theyll never let go cause...
Once you love somebody, (once you love)
Theres no turning back (turning back)
It can burn forever, it can haunt you, haunt you in the night
How can lovers just turn and walk away
Loneliness is an edge that cuts both ways
So easy to fall
So hard to get over
Once you love somebody, (once you love)
Theres no turning back (turning back)
It can burn forever, it can haunt you, haunt you in the night
So easy to fall, so hard to get over
Once you love somebody, (once you love)
Theres no turning back (turning back)
It can burn forever, it can haunt you, haunt you in the night
(once you love somebody), once you love
(they can break your heart), no no no
It can burn forever, letting go, thats the hardest part
song performed by by Journey
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Explorations: VIII
When one holds
The other in a feverish grip
The world recedes
Into a thin line
When the fever comes down
The grip loosens
The world assumes
A scary dimension
The rude act
Hits as a thunderbolt
In the middle of severe summer
Causes a silent internal haemorrhage
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Ulterior Motives
Traps of sadness,
Are set for those unconsious.
So determined deceptions are...
To have them suitable for your tracks.
Recognize the disguises of the hunter,
Some might carry smiles...
With a quick slap on your back.
While others provide a shallow mind with compliments!
Ready to compare an unaware presence,
That's been carefully prepared...
To slip on a custom made trap that fits.
While socializing with those exposed,
With ulterior motives for selections they've chosen
And why those folks who appear
Have been hand picked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words to Me
Your words haunt me
Because I became convicted
From one thing to do.
All the weirdest seasons
Surprised me into notification;
I don’t even know
Why the funeral was yesterday.
Indeed my life needs legislation,
I have got to go back to roots.
Sleep right there, raise the chin
And move eventually to sinfully act.
Your words haunt me
And my family.
poem by Naveed Akram
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As If They Are Not Deserving
The thing I love most,
About the aging process...
Is observing the change of seasons.
And those who are totally unaware,
Of those misdeeds they do...
That come back to haunt them.
With a whining done,
As if they are not deserving...
To get their allotment for the cultivating,
Of those 'acts' that to us come back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Leave Proof Of It
It may be fun when one is younger,
To create lies and make up stories to tell...
On those people chosen to victimize.
Those who carry pain inside of themselves,
Most of their lives they can not hide.
But the ones who are most affected,
By their deceptions and wickedness...
Are the many who age at various stages,
As guilts upon their minds begin to visit.
While their misdeeds offer no escapes or exits.
'God does not like those who perform acts ugly.
To leave proof of it with them to snuggle and hug.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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North Atlantic Drift
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Its a cultural shift its the North Atlantic Drift
Americana and a rule Britannia
And the moon yes we own that to
And where the Euphrates meets the other rivers
Is now the home of the devil and the liar
And the pyre we plan to make
Is just the drift leaving its wake, home
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
And the films you want to watch
And the films you want to make
And the kids like lost angels
Dressed in black sensations
And the shift won? shake
And the drift won? brake
With billions of Diamonds growing like olives
And the drift holds the coffers
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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A Painful Back
if i had gone to Freud
he must have explained to me
the cause of this painful back
i think i know what he
will say
and that he will tell me always
that i am highly qualified for
my calculated risks
for my educated guess
for my tongue that knows how
it is
when it begins to slip
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Shift
Check out the chick with the new dress on
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
The call it a shift and it comes on strong
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
When shes got it on, well she cant do no wrong
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
You may think a dress cant do very much
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
With the slit up the side, you cant resist that touch
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
Its tighter than a moo-moo and its just too much
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(cant go wrong now) (go wrong now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (turns me on now)
Get your girl a shift and shell look real fine
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
It fits like a glove and drives you outta your mind
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
Shell ball it with her shift on and well have a good time
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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No Longer Top Of The List
All of them the self-righteous types,
With ambtions to have status.
And socialize with whom they like.
These are the people who expect their lives,
Prioritized the moment...
A discomfort affects them by surprise.
And with 'means' to keep their flaws diminished,
While actively preventing...
Those with less the same benefits.
They now have to accept and come to realize,
No longer top of the list...
Are their wants and wishes prioritized.
'Why do 'we' have to go through this?
Isn't it understood who we are,
And who we know with influence?
We want our lives back like they were yesterday.
None of us could care less,
What a natural occurrence has from us taken away.
Why is it that we have to go through this?
We are better than that.
And we 'demand' what we had returned back to us,
And...
Make it quick.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling Gravitys Pull
I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph.
Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Peel back the mountains peel back the sky
Stomp gravity into the floor
Its a man ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here
Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull
Somewhere near the end it said
you cant do this, I said i can too
Shift sway rivers shift, oceans fall and mountains drift
Its a man ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task Ive ever had to do...
I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph
Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Shift the swaying rivers shift
Oceans fall and mountains drift
Its a man ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here
Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task Ive ever had to do...
Reason had harnessed the tame
Holding the sky in their arms
Gravity pulls me down
song performed by by REM
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All Fall Down
What can you tell me, of the perfect man.
What can you tell me, now I dont quite understand.
We lose our grip, we glide and stall.
Some things come easy, some dont come at all.
We chip away at the perfect man.
What can you show me, now I dont quite understand.
Eye to eye nothing left to say
But will you really throw it all away.
We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
Things go wrong, though are strong.
We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
Round and round, we all fall down.
Sometime....
No matter how we try to keep things straight.
It makes no difference, while we cause our fate.
We burn our candle unaware.
While on our knees we cry in prayer.
We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
Pain wont last, this too shall pass.
We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
Round and round, time and time, again.
But ahhhh,
If its so simple then explain to me.
How pain is so close to ecstasy.
How change can make you feel so free.
Ahhhh,
If we were meant to be such perfect fools.
Then why do we always break the rules,
Crashing through lifes scenery.
We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
Angry cries and desperate lies.
We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
Hearts to mend, sun comes up again.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Maybe We Can Go Back to Yesterday
I will never forget the time we spent together
And let the whole wide world go by
I cant forget the dreams that we made come true
As the clouds in the sky rolled on
And I cant forget the day we met
Oh our love came so easy
Its so hard for me to say
That we can never go back to yesterday
You must know that it dont happen everyday
Now I see that I let love slip through my fingers
Someone said that love is just a beautiful dream
And let it drift away
Oh another lonely teardrop
Just one more careless love
Its so hard for me to say
That we can never go back to yesterday
Baby lets fall in love again
Baby lets fall in love
Baby lets fall in love again
And maybe we can go back to yesterday
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band, music by Dickey Betts, Dan Toler (1981)
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Haunted By Their Memory
Why with all the faces that we knew,
does a few seem to fill our thoughts
and haunt us sometimes for days.
The problem with these faces
they are of friends who faded away
and will not be seen again.
Is this our memory telling us
we should have been closer then
and not let their friendship drift away?
That we should have kept in touch more.
Spoke more on the telephone,
and wrote a letter or two,
maybe even visited from time to time.
Now we are haunted by their faces
for things we should have done, but never did.
Is this our punishment for not making the time
to keep in touch with them
that their faces haunt us.
Punishing us on a daily basis
knowing its too late now,
as they are no longer with us.
Could it be they are there as a lesson to learn?
That when something rare comes into our lives
we should embrace it strongly and not turn it away
for it will never come back.
Once it has gone from us
all we will be left with is faces
and haunted by their memory.
23 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Alibis
Excused deceptions.
Yet deceptions used,
None the less.
That's what alibis are.
And those who revere alibis,
Pride as if prized...
For their quickness to tell lies.
Treating those who do not,
As losing fools.
And those who seem to be depicted,
As fools...
More than likely live better lives,
With few or no excuses to make to anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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