Cheap Shot Takers
Faking how what and who terminated,
From retired positions and when.
To generate an attention lacking,
In any of it being given to them.
Those cheap shot takers,
Seem to come from out of the cracks...
All over the place.
As they sip on old and aging lemonade,
To stir up controversy from places low grade.
Sour and dry,
As their dismissed personalities.
With hopes that a difference,
From their embellished memoirs...
Will heighten their nonexistent credibility.
When none of it originally...
Came from them to be made.
Or whatever it was done they did,
Was worthy of a remembered taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addictive Personalities
All that 'is'
Will change.
All that 'has'
Will not.
And you expect,
Something from yesterday to be repeated?
Children who can not read,
Are passed along from grade to grade.
Without any comprehension at all being done.
There are folks hired in executive positions,
Because of their looks.
There are few women chefs who cook in restaurants.
And I have never seen a fireman direct traffic!
Have you?
'You make absolutely no sense.'
And neither do you.
All I asked if you will loan me another $10,
Like you did yesterday.
I will pay you back!
And you expect,
Something from yesterday to be repeated?
Children who can not read,
Are passed along from grade to grade.
Without any comprehension at all being done.
There are folks hired in executive positions,
Because of their looks.
There are...
'I get the picture! '
I don't think you do.
I don't think you will.
We both have addictive personalities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Controversy
I just can't believe all the things people say - Controversy
Am I black or white? Am I straight or gay? - Controversy
Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me? - Controversy
Controversy Controversy
I can't understand human curiosity - Controversy
Was it good for you? Was I what you wanted me to be? - Controversy
Do you get high? Does your daddy cry? - Controversy
Controversy Controversy
Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me?
Some people wanna die so they can be free
(I said) Life is just a game
song performed by by Prince from Controversy
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Hoodwinked To Be Used
Divisions and indecisions,
Blatant and admitted.
Does not heal with a mending wished,
By those who claim they represent...
The best reflection of a people's interests.
Aging routines used to demean and defeat,
Only leaves a taste of bitterness...
With a craving for more it,
Obviously seen.
And that which cracks and falls apart,
Has proven to be cost effective...
For those making their quick dashes,
With hopes to lay the blame on those...
To exit fast from trash they've left exposed.
Aging routines used to demean and defeat,
Only leaves a taste of bitterness...
With a craving for more it,
Obviously seen...
On faces expected to clean up these scenes.
Unbelieving they've been hoodwinked to be used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Given A Chance To Happen
It would have made a difference,
If those experienced and willing...
To volunteer their time,
To secure the cementing of foundations...
Were regarded as friends.
And not threats to suspect of wanting,
To flaunt special attention given.
It would have made a difference,
If those who had nothing...
Accepted someone with something to give,
As a benefit to the environment.
With an advantage for all.
Instead of someone to ignore...
Defaming with a smearing campaign,
In a hope to see them fall.
It would have made a difference,
To the ones who now...
Have surrounded themselves,
In surmounting conflicts...
Creating their mental and physical ailments.
It would have made a difference,
If mindsets were connected...
To a discipline respected.
It would have made a difference,
But that difference...
Was never given a chance to happen.
It would have made a difference,
If opportunities presented...
Were recognized.
It would have made the difference!
But it didn't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Generator
We generate heat
We generate emotion
We generate a feeling
That is better left here
Than a memory on a wall
I'd rather cry than forget you
We generate pain
We generate suspicion
We generate a rumour that's sick
But a rumour that is probably true
I'd rather die than forget you
(i won't let my dreams slip away from me)
I'm talking sex motion
I'm talking 'bout fashion
I'm talking 'bout skin games
I'm talking 'bout secrets
(and i won't let my heart run away with me)
I'm talking temptation
I'm talking 'bout memories
I'm talking 'bout feelings
I'm talking 'bout emotion
We generate lies
We generate pictures
We generate a video film
That i couldn't let my best friend see
I'd rather lose than forgive you
We generate shame
We generate secrets
We generate a reason for living
And we generate a reason for not
I'd rather hurt than forget you
I can't believe that i'm here
I can't believe what i've seen
I can't believe what i'm doing to you
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Quicker Than Picked Bananas
Aging!
And showing it quicker than picked bananas,
Are those hanging onto their youthful hopes...
With an inability to disperse from an immaturity.
Clinging onto hopes a cuteness shown can be excused...
Isn't as sick as it looks,
By those exposed to it.
And for those choosing to dismiss this as an acceptance...
Can not one of them explain the presence of an ineptness.
With few people left having a capability to express intelligence.
Or can catch up to adulthood to reasonably be respected.
Since a maturity is nonexistent.
And what is left to spoil and rot quicker than picked bananas,
Is what many people possess and is seen quite a lot.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can't Drink The Lemonade I Made
When you miss me...
That's when we kiss a lot!
And when we're touching...
That's when we talk nonstop!
And when we're holding...
We begin to rock!
With a rocking heard...
Around the block.
You make my blood just rush!
If I had it in me I would blush.
You make my chest puff up!
Knowing that somebody loves me...
That much!
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!
And,
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
And,
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!
You make my blood just rush!
If I had it in me I would blush.
You make my chest puff up!
Knowing that somebody loves me...
That much!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
When you miss me...
That's when we kiss a lot!
And when we're touching...
That's when we talk nonstop!
And when we're holding...
We begin to rock!
With a rocking heard...
Around the block.
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
No...
I can't drink the lemonade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wean And Break
In places,
Where most minds of people are stuck.
As if certain parts of their bodies,
Have been encased in braces.
With an aging done,
But no growing up is faced by anyone.
So much of what an adult does,
That goes sight unseen...
Is missed by the children.
And that which the children aren't made aware,
Reflects the despair.
In an uncaring, despair sharing environment.
And dependency becomes to be,
A difficult habit...
To wean and break away,
One's taste of it.
Ask any addict who has tried to resist.
In places,
Where most minds of people are stuck.
As if certain parts of their bodies,
Have been encased in braces.
With an aging done,
But no growing up is faced by anyone.
Dependency becomes to be,
A difficult habit...
To wean and break away,
One's taste of it.
Ask any addict who has tried to resist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Do My Best To Be Subjective
Why are you running,
As if your pace is hasted.
What's up with that?
'I've become too mainstream.
My philosophies I once argued,
Are finding acceptance.
And I do my best to be subjective.
To irritate and stir up unrest.'
But shouldn't you be pleased?
'Are you kidding?
Do you know how long it takes,
To establish personality with controversy?
To be pointed out as weird and strange.
Do you know what that does,
To someone with my creative range?
Do yah?
Those had been my attributes and claim to fame.
Now everybody is in on the act.
So I am running away to find a place,
Where I am free to present a strangeness that irritates.
I want those whispers and gossip about me back!
Here?
Here...
I don't even want to be a bag of chips.
Not the way my 'eccentricness' has been dismissed!
Do you know what I had to go through to pay for it?
No...
You don't have a clue!
And that's why I run the way I do.
I want to remain the trendsetter.
You know...
The pacemaker.
That subjective irritator! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Completely Depleted of Energy
Completely depleted of energy,
That is how one will be left.
Out of breath and self respect...
When letting some get too attached,
To a willingness given to them...
Who take every step,
Someone has made for their advantage...
To allow being taken for granted to come next.
And become one's duty done,
To enhance the awaiting of another's expectation.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
And...
It may be too late,
For a teaching to take place...
If the teacher has given permission,
For the skills of manipulation...
To be used by a prized pupil.
Thinking mistakes as blatant as this...
As part of the curriculum!
When as an elective,
This foolishness...
Should not have been permitted.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
When intolerance for this behavior,
Should have been long corrected...
As not acceptable.
And a 'no-no' one poses.
Instead of repeatedly giving into this,
As a passing grade.
If one is completely depleted,
Of energy because of this...
The depletion achieved may be well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shades of Gray
She’s smart, she reads
listens to Bach and Debussy
she’s beautiful
but she’s obscene
got a circle of friends
who care, can draw and blend
well with graphite
pencil
But no matter the circumstances
no matter the enhancements
her life makes
she lets herself be selfish
feel a little worthless
cause she knows one day she’ll end,
cause she knows nothing lasts forever
that’s aside the point
It is what it is, and it is
that she’s not what she seems
she seems to think of she in vain-seeming
ways, seen in the mirror
as ragged seams
made to look pretty, glittery,
faking it all in glory
(or maybe faking the faking,
being
fake times two, three, for attention?)
she’s seen but greedy
and needs more.
Maybe she’s in love
with depression,
self-infliction,
too confused to see the infection
gnawing at her without detection
just causing
her to make no sense at all
poem by Shelby Barker
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Ignoring Many Hints Of Trouble
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
With a change of leadership,
It is believed by many a return to greed and prosperity...
Is within their reach to have it repeated.
However...
It is not the current leadership,
That drove their lives into the pits.
Or purchased their persuasions with investments made...
In monopolized businesses.
No!
That monkey sits on the wrong shoulders.
Those known in positions of leadership,
Are just pawns used regurgitating rhetoric.
With hopes to keep following sheep distracted.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember it?
Remember it?
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taste It
Yes its me
I am the one
To make you see
Where we belong
I was shaking
Like a leaf
All wrapped up
In my dirty sheets
If I agree
To what comes next
I would be faking
With the best of them
It seems a crime
I would commit
Without the difference
Of all the worlds gifts
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
Never never never
Never never never
Taste it
To dream
All the time
Without a scream
In the dead of night
All those faces
Come back to me
Ill be begging
To swim that sea
Yes I made
A picture story
Make you cry
In all your glory
A need to quench
The thirst of many
To justify
And make ready
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
This realization
Owes us strength to show
If youre uncertain
Youre invited to believe
These are the words I speak
These are the words I speak
A dislocation
]from where we once came from
Give sons and daughters
Because we want to go on
These are the words she speaks
These are the words she speaks
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
song performed by by INXS
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Speck Dismissed
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
I declare it,
Erased!
Heartache.
Homelessness.
And those becoming hollowed,
With nothing to eat on barren plates.
I declare it,
Erased!
Every kind of sadness,
Appearing on anyone's face.
I declare this erased.
And for truth to take its proper place.
Before denial slaughters...
With a divine everlasting affect.
That has grown tired,
Of the foolishness 'IT' can no longer accept!
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
When the Almighty has lost patience.
And can not wait...
For a massive awakening,
To take place.
In the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
Just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effectively Accomplished
They've received their titles.
And obtained positions...
Worthy of the affected snobbery shown.
And yet with all of their influence,
And affluent tastes...
Absolutely nothing by them has been effectively,
Accomplished!
Nothing that would merit the attention,
From a suppressed humanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Provincial governments in Canada have terminated the positions of marriage commissioners who have, for personal religious convictions, not performed same sex marriages. It has happened in Saskatchewan.
quote by Stockwell Day
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A Winning Philosophy
when life handed me
sour lemons
I made lemonade
when life handed me
sour grapes
I made rich red wine
when life was a dangerous
roller coaster
I refused to get on for the ride
when life offered
a shit sandwich
I refused to eat it
did not the great
philosophers
promote positive
states of mental being?
did not the great
philosophers
promote moderation
balance self denial?
happiness is a question of choice
choose wisely live in rewards of wisdom
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Ugly Underneath
First theres the handshake
Its so warm that you could bake by it
Designed to take attention from their
Ugly underneath
Then theres the wedding
The co-ordinated bedding
And the fairy tale shredding
Boy its ugly underneath
After the pretty
Theres a gluttony of pity
On a cake called nitty gritty
And its ugly underneath
Did you ever try to prise away the mask
Go ahead, take a spoon and try
I can tell you its a herculean task
Go ahead, its okay to cry
What youre chewing ons the truth
And thats the hardest thing
To wash down with a glass of lemonade
The ugly underneath
The thing with politicians is
I wouldnt have suspicions
If I saw their worst positions
And their ugly underneath
But after all the voting
Suck away the sugar coating
Now theyve had you and theyre gloating
Boy its ugly underneath
Did you ever try to take away the wheel
Go ahead, take a fork and try
See the unattractive things that make us real
Go ahead, its okay to cry
What youve trodden ins the truth
And thats the hardest thing
To wash down with a glass of lemonade
song performed by by Xtc
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It's funny; we never had anything like credibility. Even though we all have some sort of punk-rock background, but so what? I really don't care about that. What's credibility anyway? Who has credibility?
quote by Mark McGrath
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