Charade of Parading Unconsciousness
Bloated misquotes,
Intentionally spoken to provoke...
With schemes planted,
By the shallow minded.
Have backed fired!
The purpose had been
To place those of these misdeeds
In positions others would see as influential.
And they have become extremely successful,
Accomplishing their goals.
Many have discovered them as totally insignificant.
And those they have slandered...
With character assassinations,
Have now found themselves assessed,
As visionaries!
But then again...
Why does it take the heartbreak of isolation,
For idiots to be uncovered?
Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness...
That feeds blinded appetites,
To float on comments unspoken or thought
By the ones brought to shame and ostracism.
And it happens too conveniently to smear,
The ones not in fear to speak sincerely!
Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness?
When will the tricks of this wicked slickness end?
Is this too woven into the fabric?
It can not be that tight of a weave...
Since many are awakening highly pissed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Removing Your Mask
Remember this...
No storm you fear to face,
Is chased away...
When you pursue,
A running away from it.
Nor will obstacles diminish,
To allow you to hide to pretend...
They do not exist.
Or from you will fade to exit,
As you charade a parading of delusions.
Remember this...
The only escape you have,
Is acknowledging reality exists.
With a hope someday you will have one task.
And that's removing your mask to be yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Committed To Memory
It is conveniently done,
And with a purpose to serve...
A boosting of one's morale and nerve,
To discredit others behind their backs...
With the telling of lies and other non-facts.
To enable one heard and seen doing this,
An opportunity to smear to have themselves uplifted.
And always at the absence of another unable to defend,
Or agree to an expense being paid free of evidence.
To have such comments being said,
By those attempting to convince with nonsense.
And to leave one unprotected against,
The telling of falsities conveniently delivered.
And those who seem to remember what others do,
As if committed to memory a reciting of official documents...
Find it difficult to remember their most recent misdeeds,
To have others believe they are victims of their own innocence.
And these folks are all over the place hoping to collect dirt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Guilt Rides Attached To The Backs
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
The very ones who find time to solicit others,
To betray without delay a doing done to charade.
For purposes to see others fail they do this.
To only discover there is no escaping from their tricks.
Or erase every evil and heartbreak they have created...
Placed undeserving on someone's path.
With an infliction of mistreatment.
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
And nothing can or will ever repay,
For the suffering they have caused and intentionally done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Else Do You Offer?
And?
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your intstrument.
But that will not happen.
Today you speak of encouraging,
And establishing relationships.
But everything you've done,
Has been the opposite of it!
I came to you wishing to do the same thing.
But you assessed me then as having...
Nothing to the table to bring.
To heighten your visuals.
But not only can I build tables.
I also can cook and clean.
I know how to use a mop and sweep.
Taking out the trash and washing dishes...
Are extremely important to me.
I can wear a suit and tie.
And give an image that is impressive.
But I prefer to keep it basic.
Since I don't masquerade or charade,
For the attention that it brings.
That kind of life I do not satiate.
And you?
Are much too pretentious.
And?
Well...
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your instrument.
Now that you know this...
This 'intelligence' that drops your lips.
You are funny!
What else do you offer?
Since what you propose,
Would never satisfy...
An integrity I pride!
Hurry up,
Make it quick.
I have a walk to take.
And Mother Nature to visit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Embarrasses Immediately Upon Recognition
I hear the selfishness.
The feeding of greed seen.
And observe I do,
The self righteous obsessiveness.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
Without feeling the guilt,
Of a mind that has been programmed to betray.
Prior to being shakened abruptly awake.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fabric of Thought
When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.
What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told,
Just to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!
When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.
In such distrusting hidden ways.
What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!
One soundly is led to believe...
A way of life lived,
Leaves and gives a respected ease.
Secured in a tight knit fit of safety!
Only to exposing,
A fabric of thought...
Woven and quilted into mindsets.
And taught by those insecure!
And supressing...
A denied contempt for themselves.
That is...
Cloaked!
Within a stitching of hypocrisies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Breathless
All these posers keep you awake
I guess Im just too tired to sleep
And God only knows Im too lost to cry
Kissing last has kept me true
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
He hates so much its love he says
Inside his dark I need to smile
He shouts so loud I never hear
Thats why the truths always abused
As I slip into unconsciousness
I never felt so much to blame
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
As I slip into unconsciousness
I never felt so much to blame
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
Ill fall (hold me tight)
But Ill leave (hold me tight)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
Ill fall (another day another night)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
Ill fall (another day another night)
So hold me tight
Cause Im so lonely
song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Shadowed By The Thieves
The misdeeds done to do because one can do them,
To others discreetly...
Is a choice made one takes.
Like one who schedules an event to occur,
In one's future before it has happened.
Only to arrive at the date to find that date erased,
By someone thought to have been chased away....
By deceiving strategies layered and laid carefully.
But as facts being as they are when faced,
Devious tricks eventually lose their slickness.
And one with true abilities is discovered to be,
Profoundly cemented in consistent stability.
Overlooked but when revealed as a producer of quality,
A different level has been achieved.
Since those researching have discovered the identities,
Of the true innovators shadowed by the thieves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Convenience Of Manipulation
The convenience of manipulation,
Only provides temporary relief...
For the ones who believe,
They keep hidden their misdeeds...
Behind a wall to have others perceive,
Them to be...
Upright and righteous.
Until the facts have been exposed...
To close all exits to show them culprits.
Unable to remove the guilt from their faces.
Or masquerade another successful charade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unconsciousness Is Needed to Sanitize the Blight
Unconsciousness is needed,
To sanitize the blight!
Closed minds are keeping...
Shut tight!
And uptight!
Folks have given up on praying.
Dazed in disbeliefs.
And covering dread,
Under silk and satin sheets!
Licking crumbs off tables...
Wishing sauteéd meat to eat!
As they meet and greet defeated,
People!
Sleeping on crowded heatless streets!
Goodbye to delusions
Secluded in the making!
Their cries have manifested truth!
Hello to the warnings,
No one thought would trespass.
Reality has come to many face to face.
Forgotten are those preferences,
That now have been replaced!
Unconsciousness is needed,
To sanitize the blight!
Closed minds are keeping...
Shut tight!
And uptight...
With the facts that frighten!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When Vanity Becomes One's Face
Unfortunately,
When vanity becomes the face...
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes the accepted familiarity.
And when the time does come,
For that one to reveal underneath a mask...
Worn to masquerade reality.
What is seen is regarded as fake.
Leaving one without choices or options to make.
Unfortunately...
When vanity becomes the face,
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes accepted familiarity.
When vanity becomes one's face,
Escaping these presentations...
Is difficult to erase to replace with truth.
Since deceivers only deepen,
A distrusting of them and whatever they do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Golf is a game in which one endeavors to control a ball with implements ill adapted for the purpose.
quote by Woodrow Wilson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Down Down Down The Drain They Go
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
The affect of it has made them sick.
Although the implementation of it,
Came easy for them to inflict.
Using slander as an ingredient to base...
A defamation of character,
To pepper gossip heated to deface.
And not letting a waste of time go by,
To bake personalities...
And watch some fry.
Finding like minds just as demented.
And overtime their own crimes...
Began to boil over.
And lamenting it...
They could not stop,
Or it prevent.
These deeds of theirs they tried to drop!
But...
Down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And the flushing of them came rather quick.
As a mending began to heal...
The wounds once salted,
Abused and picked!
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
And this gutter sludge suitable for the sewer...
Gets kicked to the curb,
And drifts!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
And this gutter sludge gets a lift,
As it drifts away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Float On
I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well he just drove off sometimes life's ok
I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what can i say
Well you just laughed it off it was all ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on any way
Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam
It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on the exactly the same day
Well we'll float on good news is on the way
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Now don't worry we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Alright don't worry we'll all float on
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Aliright don't worry even if things end up a bit to heavy
we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Ok don't worry we'll all float on
Even if things get heavy we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Don't you worry we'll all float on
All float on
song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Blinking Like Ferrets
I've been too busy
the last two years to chat
with anyone in the office.
Today, however, I pause
at the pencil sharpener
while my co-workers
calculate and jot.
It makes no difference, you see,
if I remain silent until retirement
or if suddenly I start talking again.
All we must remember is
that we decay together,
that this charade
we give ourselves to
doesn't require that we speak,
that all we must do, really,
is calculate and jot.
If we calculate well,
if we jot well, the charade
will carry us through.
In the end, we'll see what is true
when blinking like ferrets
we emerge in sunlight,
gaping and gasping,
free of this maze created
by the family of man.
poem by Donal Mahoney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Smoked Screens
A gamble projected to succeed,
Has failed miserably.
And it seems as though,
Those wishing to influence...
With more excessive tricks,
Are continuing to make false appearances...
From behind smoked screens.
As if to float on majestic clouds...
With no one aware of their slickness.
And no, they are not convincing enough,
Since...
Too many are awakening from all delusions.
And the acknowledgement of it,
For those snapping out from under a spell...
That had left them unconscious,
Can no longer avoid the attempts made...
To leave them permanently hypnotized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unconsciousness Rules
You dance at the discotheque
Thats why you look such a wreck
Your face is pale you look drawn
Your clothes are dirty and torn
Youve got that look in your eyes that says
Youre half alive and youre lost inside
Meanwhile youre back in your cage
Egod out on the stage
Where the unconsciousness rules
Youve got yourself in a bind
You dont know how to unwind
Your senses unsatisfied
Take you along on a ride
Youve got a way and a stance that says
Youll dance the pants off of everyone
Then you go back on the floor
You got to get through the door
Where the unconsciousness rules.
Youve lost a screw in your head
It shows the way youre led
Blind leading the blind
Nothing can stand in your way
Youre living day after day
Where the unconsciousness rules.
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Hate This Place
Gone away
Who knows where you been
You take all your lies
And wish them all away
I somehow doubt
We'll ever be the same
There's too much poison
And confusion on your face
Can you feel it
I didn't mean it
Can I see you
What are we doin'
I think I love you
but I ain't sayin' nothin' you don't know
Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade
Take your time
Move yourself to me
Yeah I can take your lies
Until you fall away
You know I'm lost
Hiding in your bed
No I don't think it's wrong
It's just gone to my head
Can you feel it
I didn't mean it
Can I see you
What are we doin'
I think I love you
but I ain't sayin' nothin' you don't know
Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade
Hey whatchya do to me
Would you come back to me
Yeah I can't do another day
I'm not certain of it anyway
I ain't messin' with another life
Can I get along without you
Tell me lies
That you know I need
Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade
Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade
Hold on dreamaway
Hold on dreamaway
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Charade
Some nights we made our love in the sand
And at the tide we held our love in our hands
And we listened to music the ocean was playing
The words that our two hearts were saying
That only two lovers can make
Let us ride on the wind while this moment is real
Your the light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade
And this felling knowing you blessed me forever
And believing I have been touch by your love
And the pleasure of knowing the evening won't tare us apart
We can follow the sun to the day light is gone
We can gaze up the sky till the night is over
Light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade
And this felling knowing you blessed me forever
We can follow the sun to the day light is gone
We can gaze at the sky till the night is over
Light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade
And this feeling knowing you blassed me forever
We can follow the sun to the day light is gone
We can gaze at the sky till the night is over
Light of my life
You are welcome to my Charade..........
song performed by by Bee Gees from Mr. Natural
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Love to Hate
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!