Cheapened Craft Master (Proud and Quite Polished)
Quality once meant,
The difference between attention given...
To a service and product produced with love.
And not created to duplicate the earning,
Of a quick buck.
That is shoved into one's pocket.
Or the cussing out of someone precious.
Some determine the eye can be deceived.
Just like a lie is told over and over...
To have another believe.
And passed on to someone else to receive.
And there is no stopping it.
Once fixed and redefined.
Like a knock off design or one's taste,
For a fine wine.
To be given a quick diminishing overtime.
Like one who drips with quick lip...
As a substitute for what is hidden.
With dulled minds finding,
Even in mediocrity...
Pleasures have their satisfactions.
'Where are these fads and fashions heading? '
Cheapened craft master...
A genius of replication without depth to share.
Or a task that is reached to achieve better,
Than what appears.
And sparing little patience,
To appreciate originality.
And who cares about that?
The fact attached to manufacturing.
Or the work involved it takes 'that' to be...
Appreciated for what it is.
Or had been...
Before a peeling began to show,
A rusting that begins to grow.
Flawed up to become neglected.
Whether that is done to a piece that hangs...
Or the luring of someone to screw,
With a tainted point of view that's sold.
To be given its proper disrespect due.
And done with someone's approval.
With an anticipated expectation.
Of course denied but kept obvious.
The cheapened craft master,
Uses techniques that are bold and quite uniquely...
Craved,
By those who can say they possess...
To impress the ones obsessed by images.
Like those dissatisfied in relationships.
Who stay stuck and stick to stubborn beliefs...
They can not have better.
Like the eating of a piece of meat,
Just to do it because it is served.
With a disregard for preference,
One respectfully deserves.
'Once you can afford it your way...
Do it.
Or leave it where it is.
In these days and times...
There are few choices to be made! '
Quality once meant,
The difference between attention given...
To a service and product produced with love.
And kept proud and quite polished.
Knowing 'why' it remains to be valued.
With a love that goes unquestioned.
And today that is rare.
~I'm afraid to ask for something there,
That may be well done.
That's how I like it! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Façade
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
But today a substance is more in demand.
A quality that expresses a genuine-ness...
Is a preference wished on fading deceiving scenes.
A success that impresses is slowly detected.
Folks today are seeking basic ways to live.
Finding themselves to be happier...
In participating in donating their deeds.
When that is done they quietly leave,
Without a need to make pronouncements.
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Quality in a product or service is not what the supplier puts in. It is what the customer gets out and is willing to pay for. A product is not quality because it is hard to make and costs a lot of money, as manufacturers typically believe. This is incompetence. Customers pay only for what is of use to them and gives them value. Nothing else constitutes quality.
quote by Peter Drucker
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Commits To The Giving Of It
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally?
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
Especially if that point of view,
Is shared between someone loved.
And doing it to communicate too.
Too many people share relationships,
To become angry over nothing quick.
Just to begin an unending argument.
Too many people become easily offended,
When something different that is mentioned...
Causes one not to listen and refuses to pay attention.
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally as true love is meant to be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Stays to Stick
Opportunities do not alone come,
To arrive without connections.
Very few doors open or close...
If they are not attached to hinges.
How many can say they sit,
Inside a house without a roof?
A home is not a home...
Unless someone lives in it,
To make that proof.
And who can say they are truly happy,
Until that has been pursued?
A quality of life is only quality obtained...
When all pieces come together,
And everyone is participating...
With no one deluded or refusing to accept truth!
And when that is discovered...
That is maintained.
Nothing stays to stick to cement quick,
Without a seriousness attached to it!
And that seriousness is there and meant.
For purposes to have those involved...
Accepting there is an agreed upon benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See This Negligence In Children's Eyes
'Where is 'my' beginning? '
I see this negligence in children's eyes.
I see their intelligent minds ignored,
By unfocused parents...
Who believe raising their children,
Is a chore assigned.
And not blessed by The Divine,
By design and...
Who art in heaven.
'Where is 'my' beginning?
To receive the attention I am not getting.'
And I don't wonder why,
When these children grow denied...
They despise their parents!
Or 'whoever' raises this sense of hate,
Created within their minds to find and ignite.
As if to spite their births.
When I recognize what is in those eyes,
From my own experience I use to choose to deny...
I deliberately make eye contact with these children,
Who 'know'...
When someone else perceives their feelings,
And this shows.
To leave them with a quick smile.
And that attention given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sold
The ground and foundations.
Temptations solicted from staid traditions.
Beliefs...
And those who held them.
Sold for profit.
And nothing had stopped it!
Values and standards.
Smokescreening hoodwinkers...
And bribes from crooks,
Who stole like bandits.
Liars who used deceit to hide.
Sold...
Like pieces of meat!
Diced and spliced...
In divisions before eaten.
Beholding their boldness.
And unfolding a way of life cheapened.
But...
Never would they conceive,
All of their degradations...
And treasures,
Spoken and told...
Would be sold!
To the first who offered a bid!
For a desperate situation...
Seeking a quick way to sell a mess,
To rid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marketing
Fruitful marketing strategy
Is crucial for any industry
And service-provider
Everyone loves beautiful thing
So the packaging of products
Must be eye-catching
Advertisement
Should be in such an way
So that the potential consumers
Are attracted
To the product or service
Quality of the product or service
Should be of international standard
So that it can survive
In the competition
Of open market economy
In this way
An industry or service-provider
Can become successful
poem by Asif Andalib
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Temptations Conveniently Hidden
It doesn't always pay to stay up-to-date,
And fresh with a keeping abreast...
Of the current fashion craze raising eyebrows.
Or what today is considered to be the 'latest'...
That introduces the next phase of an ongoing rage.
Since even today there are some with beliefs,
Emailing, cellphones and texting are passing fads.
And downloading sex is something done by sinners.
'Will I be forgiven...
If I carry my temptations,
Conveniently hidden in my pocket? '
There are so many still afraid and stuck in yesterday.
And anything mentioned brought to their attention,
That another considers they should focus upon and comprehend...
Immediately becomes something some find to be offensive.
With defense mechanisms taken to protect,
Concepts of correctness and standards valued left...
Dusting but kept to address,
When those 'Use to be' days are topics of discussion..
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can't Get This From A Seminar
You can't get this,
From a seminar.
Or fit this quick,
In a seminar.
Or manifest,
To digest.
From notes to be tested.
In a seminar...
To piece together.
Or pick apart.
This has to be seasoned.
And marinate in love.
Ingredients must cement,
Intentions meant.
No you can't get this,
From a seminar.
Nor fit this quick,
In a seminar.
To piece together.
Or pick apart.
This has to be seasoned.
And marinate in love.
No you can't get this,
From a seminar.
Nor fit this quick,
In a seminar.
Ingredients must cement...
Intentions meant.
Ingredients must cement...
Intentions meant.
No you can't get this,
From a seminar.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Love Grows Deeper
My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me
My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me
My love grows deeper every day, deep into the sea
But takes a little piece of me, a little piece of me
Oh it's so beautiful out and I can't see why we're not allowed to be
Up in the sky with the birds counting the flowers
Oh my powers have failed me again when I can't see beginning to end
And I try to test it again through the hours
I get so stuck on leaving but I guess I think I'll stay
I'll be hanging around here anyway
I get so stuck on leaving, hell I think I'll go
Cuz they don't want me around here, no, no
My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me
My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me
My love grows deeper every day, deep into the sea
But takes a little piece of me, a little piece of me
Oh why can't I be green as the grass beneath my feet
As fresh as the dew hits the ground in the morning
And not yellow like bumble bees, please take me off my knees
Cuz I don't wanna be red forever
I get so stuck on leaving but I guess I think I'll stay
I'll be hanging around here anyway
I get so stuck on leaving so hell I think I'll go
Cuz they don't want me around here, no no
Traveling far, all up in the blue, traveling far,
could not be born because of you
Traveling far, up in the blue, could not be born because of you,
because of you you you you you you you
I get so stuck on leaving, I guess I think I'll stay
I'll be hanging around here anyway
I get so stuck on leaving, hell I think I'll go
You don't want me around here no more
I get so stuck on leaving, I get so stuck on leaving
I get so stuck on leaving, stuck on leaving
Stuck on leaving, I gotta go
You cut my wings long time ago
You cut my wings long time ago
My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me
My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me
My love grows deeper every day, deep into the sea
But takes a little piece of me, a little piece of me
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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Another Piece Of Meat
Music :rudolf schenker, herman rarebell
Lyrics:herman rarebell
Met her down at that tokyo place
Loved her pretty face
I said: hey, youre alright, so alright!
I was sitting in her car
She told me: youre a star and I know you.
She said: take me home.
I need love so strong
Come on and knock me out, oh!
Ive been too long alone
I want hot love, you know, and I need it now!
She said: hey, lets go, dont put on a show
Youre just another piece, another piece of meat
She said: hey, lets go, dont put on a show
Youre just another piece --
Another piece of meat.
Next day she took me out
To a rough kick boxing show
Violence really turned her on, oh no
She was screaming for more blood
Loved it more than any drug I couldnt stand it
I said: hey, lets go, dont put on a show
Youre just another piece, another piece of meat
Said: hey, lets go, dont put on a show
Youre just another piece --
Another piece of meat.
song performed by by Scorpions
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Come On And Get A Big Piece
Come on and get a big piece of love,
My love...
You had thought had gone.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love,
My love...
You thought had gone wrong.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
I can no longer make excuses for me.
I can no longer be that,
Tragedy!
Hey...
Come on and get a big piece of love,
My love...
You had thought had gone.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love,
My love...
You thought had gone wrong.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
I can't,
Stay safe...
Knowing without you,
I'm all alone.
I stay,
Awake...
Wondering,
Who's now in your home...
Playing 'Daddy'.
Come on and get a big piece of love,
My love...
You had thought had gone.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love.
Come on and get a big piece of love,
My love...
You thought had gone wrong.
Come on and get a big piece.
A bigger than a big big piece.
Is there anything for me, boo?
Do you mind if I boo hoo too?
Come on and get a big piece.
A bigger than a big big piece.
Come on and get a big piece of love,
My love...
You had thought had gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Stealer
When shes got her eye on you - theres no escape
She keeps unnoticed - hidden under her cape
She shows no mercy - no - she plays it rough but
She dont want your money - she just wants your love
Better call the cops - better call the cops
Better call the police
Better come quick - better come quick
While Im in one piece
Better bring a book - better bring a book
Gonna press charges - for attempted
Breaking and entering my heart
Yeah
cos shes a lovestealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah
Love stealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah-yeah
She hangs around - casing the joint
Then shell move in and get - right to the point
Take my advice and keep your love to yourself
Or the love stealer will rob you-
Leave you there on the shelf
Better call the cops - better call the cops
Better call the police
Better come quick - better come quick
While Im in one piece
Better bring a book - better bring a book
Gonna press charges - for attempted
Breaking and entering my heart
Yeah
cos shes a lovestealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah
Love stealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah-yeah
Better call the cops - better call the cops
Call the police
Better come quick - better come quick
While Im in one piece
Better bring a book - take a look
Press charges
For attempted breaking and entering my heart
Yeah...
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Selected Popularity
It relates to one's taste.
A selected popularity,
Along with a marketing that takes place.
Quick fads and that which has potential to last,
Requires a quality that time gives it.
And how it fits in one's environment.
One's perception of what is popular,
May evolve from a custom that has been updated.
And this becomes associated with time,
That eventually places a value to popularize.
And raises the price of the money spent.
A similar analogy can be applied to human beings.
It doesn't matter where an originality has been taken,
To forge or plagiarize with precise manipulation.
What matters is its presentation.
And who is accustomed to being fed,
On a series of reproductive mediocrity delivered.
With attempts to disguise,
A copying done from masters of their crafts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taste For Evil
What are they wanting to win?
A hyped pride?
Or a lost dignity...
Rusting yet denied.
What are they hoping to gain?
A respect neglected.
A peace released gone unprotected?
From their own racistness.
Providing gloom, complaints...
And obvious unhappiness!
With bigoted wishes of those who dismiss...
The rights of others that should exist!
What is it they insist inflicted?
They have just one interest!
To rule and dominate.
But their hatred makes that impossible.
Since they have created...
They taste for evil to salivate!
And that beast within them feasts on sin.
Although The Almighty has sent,
Angels with divine powers...
To end opposition.
Assigned as their mission.
To stifle their gentrifying and horrific whims.
And a gentle voice within them...
With a certainty begins:
'This place I have created,
Will no longer be degraded or disgraced.
This is 'My' invention!
Erased you will be!
Since you pay 'Me' no attention!
None worthy to mention.'
And...
A vanishing to end begins.
With a silent implementation.
Blending scandalous slander.
And fear imposed.
Evaporating quick existences!
And closing eyes of those opposed.
Unsympathetically energetic.
And visible this process...
Is slowly bestowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Of Friends
Everything you do.
EVERYTHING,
You do...
Is fine with me.
As long as it is agreed,
Between you and me...
That outside of our comfort zones,
We are free to do exactly as we please.
Argue, debate and disagree.
How...
With an 'everness' attached,
In my space that you might grace with your presence...
A keeping of your mouth shut,
To avoid a difference of opinion that may disrupt my peace...
You see to it,
Remains your priority.
And what you do before you arrive 'if' invited,
Is perfectly fine with me.
In fact,
You have my undivided attention...
And complete approval,
If you accept what I say and allow that to happen!
When you are 'not' around me.
'I thought we were friends? '
Oh,
We are.
And I am hopeful we will stay that way.
The best of friends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smart And/Or Lucky
There is a style that emerges,
When one applies a skill.
When one devotes both time and loyalty...
With determination that motivates a will.
A drive that is given.
And takes this as a craft.
To those who view this as sacrificial...
Could never be disciplined,
To tasks requiring a focus that lasts.
Or taking it upon themselves,
To 'do' and not ask!
To love what one does,
May not be easy because one loves it.
It might be the challenge,
One faces to embrace.
To enhance a curiosity,
In one's mind that takes place.
And some have a way,
To overcome their own obstacles.
While others try to pretend they don't exist.
With excuses that are fixed,
In exaggerated wishes.
To say what it is they dream to do.
But the doing of the deed that should please,
Never finds time in their minds to get done.
And these are the same ones,
Who are quick to say...
Someone is either smart and /or lucky.
And imply no work has been involved or applied!
Or that one has been gifted with talents.
Subtracting to mention...
Those 'talents' are honed,
By many sleepless nights...
With some tears sometimes to cry!
To deliver what is loved,
Into an undelusioned reality.
To prove to 'self' what can be accomplished.
With motivated determination self inflicted.
Without a magic wand involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kiss Me Quick
(words & music by doc pomus - mort shuman)
Kiss me quick, while we still have this feeling
Hold me close and never let me go
cause tomorrows can be so uncertain
Love can fly and leave just hurting
Kiss me quick because I love you so
Kiss me quick and make my heart go crazy
Sigh that sigh and whisper oh so low
Tell me that tonight will last forever
Say that you will leave me never
Kiss me quick because I love you so
Let the band keep playing while we are swaying
Lets keep on praying that well never stop
Kiss me quick just cant stand this waiting
cause your lips are lips I long to know
Oh that kiss will open heavens door
And well stay there forevermore
Kiss me quick because I love you so
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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