Circumstances Like These
The best way to undermine the activities of someone?
Pretend your involvement in initiating chaos,
Had nothing to do to upset the balance...
Of something your jealousy could have avoided.
But you chose to prove the outrage of the selected 'victim'
Had begun as you stood by and did absolutely nothing!
Having the 'appearance' of innocence...
Is all that is needed to begin the intended fall of someone!
However...
Such misdeeds eventually exposes a demented mind!
And the person suspected of creating confusion,
Wins!
Because winning under circumstances like these...
Comes to the one who has been wronged,
Time after time after time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Who Really Benefits the Most
Those who seek to humiliate others
By finding ways to undermine their characters
With youthful sick tricks...
Hoping no one will discover,
They have been behind all of it!
Will find themselves eventually the victim.
Since there is a higher consciouness,
Aware of all of this slanderous mischief!
And in these days we live,
It does not pay to give into temptations
That deceive.
One never knows who really benefits the most,
From being chosen as the one...
Selected to become victimized!
Actions done to undermine...
Are returned to unravel the doer's mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds Done They Do
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And why it happened...
To involve someone who had no idea,
They had been selected to be victimized.
And those initiating these activities with lies...
Are still pretending their innocence.
They are still trying to convince those unknowing...
They had nothing to do with the incidents.
And they had been the culprits who plotted the events!
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And the evilness of those who know,
They are involved!
I am not Sherlock Holmes...
So I could care less how that is solved!
And the bitterness I carry,
Will itself be resolved!
I am familiar with the environment
Of such wickedness and those of evil doings.
Choosing I have,
To ignore and resist it.
Truth is truth!
And does not remain concealed...
To protect those who chose to live,
Behind deeds done they do that are unreal!
They reveal themselves in time.
Their minds unwind in observation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given A Separate Life To Live
This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.
You know,
Just this morning I awakened...
With just this one thought on my mind.
I thought...
How can I be of more use to those,
In the catering to their self-centered ways.
And no sooner had I finished my questioning...
Here you are,
Telling me I have nothing else to do anyway.
Why should I object to fulfilling your requests?
This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.
And...
I will be giving more of my attention,
To my own activities...
Very soon.
'Did I upset you?
What did I say? '
Upset?
With you?
Are you kidding.
No.
You said exactly what I needed to hear.
At the right time and hour of my life!
'Well...
Are you going to be on point or not? '
Oh...
So sharp am I going to be on point,
You may claim I am too dangerous to annoy...
From this day forward.
Knowing...
We each have been given a separate life to live.
Amen.
'AMEN? '
Amen.
Thank you.
I needed that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just To Delight In The Excitement Of It
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
With a quest to deceive,
And disturb with ease...
Where there are signs of peace freed.
Misdeeds are activities,
Demons purposely release...
With beliefs of receiving satisfaction.
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
But to the demons' surprise...
These wicked strides begun,
Eventually do come to an end!
With no sympathy to those demonic given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Not Right
You may as well reveal it,
When the time comes
For it to be revealed.
Concealing misdeeds done,
Wont heal.
And feelings hurt,
Are not going to stop dirt...
Scooped up and thrown,
Overnight!
Especially if someone has been lied upon,
And the one responsible
Has done this out of spite!
To incite and ignite.
Was that you?
This is not right.
And things like this done,
Eventually exposes deception,
In broad daylight.
Leading to further misunderstandings...
With the wrong people left not speaking.
And those not involved,
Cursing each other into fights!
This is not right.
It is better to be direct.
Than to get upset...
By weaving a web of hatred,
And deception...
One will regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It seems to me that in the western world, culture has something to do with appearance. A person that's out creating good stuff has got to appreciate someone when they take the time to have an appearance that goes with what they're doing.
quote by Ornette Coleman
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Time!
Time!
Some believe there's more for them to find.
And they become upset,
When time flys by.
And they know they have tried to begin,
All over again.
But time!
There's not much of it to unwind.
From worried minds.
And...
Those who fear to risk,
A doing what it is...
They'd love to do much better than cry,
As time goes by.
Why do people sit as time flys away?
What does one expect,
While getting upset...
As precious time from them has left,
To regret it.
Why do people sit as time flys away?
As a precious time from them has left...
To regret it.
Time!
Some believe there's more for them to find.
And...
They become upset,
When time flys by.
And they know they have tried to begin...
All over again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You There?
When I feel too far away
From where I want to be
Theres nothing left for me, yeah
When I feel too close to breathe
Like a baby cutting teeth
In you I find relief
cause when its more than I can take
I pushed and pulled to break
A sucker for a saint in your eyes
Criticism comes in waves
Numbering our days
But only you can save me
Is anybody even there
Who doesnt just pretend to care
This time I need to know - are you there?
Does anybody think they can
Begin to even understand
This time I need to know - are you there?
Hang on, hang on
I know, I know
Its the lie that we believe
A truth that we conceive
That lies inside of me
When I leave it all behind
Something hypnotized
The moment that its mine
Is anybody even there
Who doesnt just pretend to care
This time I need to know - are you there?
Does anybody think they can
Begin to even understand
This time I need to know - are you there?
Is anybody even there?
Who doesnt just pretend to care
This time I need to know - are you there?
Does anybody think they can
Begin to even understand
This time I need to know - are you there?
song performed by by Oleander
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Professional Jealousy
Professional jealousy, can bring down a nation
And personal invasion, can ruin a man
Not even his family, will understand whats happening
The price that hes paying, or even the pain
Professional jealousy, started a rumour
And then it extended, to be more abuse
What started out as just, black propaganda
Was one day seen to be, believed as truth
They say the truth is, stranger than fiction
But a lie is more, deadly than sin
It can make a man very, bitter and angry
When he thinks that theres someone, is going to win
Professional jealousy makes other people crazy
When they think youve got something that, they dont have
What they dont understand is its, just not easy
To cover it all, and, stand where you stand
Professional jealousy, makes no exception
It can happen to anyone, at any time
The only requirement is, knowing whats needed
And then delivering, whats needed on time
The only requirement is to, know what is needed
In doing the best you know how, deliver on time
The only requirement is, to know what is needed
Be best at delivering the, product on time.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Are We Not At Our Best
Are we not at our best,
When upset and protesting...
Against that which we let,
Slip yet further to another step taken...
That gets us closer into a depth,
Bypassed without correcting.
And are we not at out best,
When conveniently forgetting...
With selected memories,
A truth to us had been spoken...
But we chose when told of it,
To disbelieve as we did what we pleased.
And even though we today protest,
A wasting of precious time we find...
To detest what had been suggested.
With a doing just to prove,
We can cement ourselves with a stubbornness.
While refusing to remove those delusions,
We seek to promote no matter how remote they are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based On Claims and Stolen Dreams
Efforts to reduce,
A self esteem one earns...
Is too obvious a tactic,
For one who only has a talent...
To undermine and broadcast it.
That's how obvious these tactics.
And when someone of a narrow mind,
Is behind such foolish schemes...
This also exposes the environment,
That allows those of lowlife...
To climb to heights,
Just based on claims and stolen dreams.
Without producing credentials or evidence,
Of competence.
While those who are capable are often depicted,
As fools.
Or something less flattering to sell to those who gossip.
To ensure one's defeat and public embarrassment,
Becomes signed, sealed and certified.
But...
Guess who eventually wins?
And guess whose steps are then scrutinized?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinistrous
Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!
An unrest occurs.
For no apparent reason!
It seems at first.
Jolting guilt and memories.
Pleas increase,
To be released from sinistrous deeds.
Believing years has erased innocence.
When evil intended was incensed.
But an aging sensitivity,
Grabs hold and does not ease.
A payback is shown for these misdeeds.
They are not pleased,
With sleepless nights that visit!
Hollow prayers and rituals,
Enhance past activities.
They try but can not break away...
From playful days that brought others grief,
With no relief.
These sleepless nights with nightmares come.
As they wonder 'why' and 'how' this has begun.
And 'who' and 'what'...
With them has this 'fun'!
Offering no escape at all to run!
'What a bummer! '
Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!
And the ministry of these sinistrous deeds...
Satisfies those once victimized!
With a sadistic kind of glee!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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Revealing Layers Of Other Attempts
A façade created,
To establish interest
Does not attract.
No matter what innovations stated,
Went into the making of faking it.
The façade eventually cracks.
And behind the chipping,
Are seen exposed bricks.
Revealing layers of other attempts,
To present what's inside
As something never seen before.
Until the unswept floors
And dust on unkept steps,
Exposes aging and old attitudes taken
For a promised sweeping from a past,
To introduce a total and complete change.
And the expense of not doing this,
Has affected the stability of the foundation.
The board of directors selected,
Speak of diversity and its inclusion.
But few represent a diversity needed.
Or reflect from what outside can be observed,
As a meaning of it being inside intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time After Time
From Clockstoppers Soundtrack.
Cyndi Lauper cover song.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And I think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
And I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, and I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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The More One Does
Why is it,
That the more one does...
To do for someone to get done,
The tasks one shows to do to prove...
Is a priority of choice that person chooses.
And time permits this assistance to exist.
Why is it then,
A discussion between others...
That introduces envy and jealousy?
With a making of someone becoming...
A procrastinator who is actually lazy.
To exclaim eventually,
That the one who has assisted...
No longer does what one wishes,
Because of an ego trip?
That's a taking one for granted.
To be identified to someone,
Not being appreciative.
But associated to someone,
Who is mentally sick and doesn't know it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Girl in Flordia
Met a girl in Florida
She was fine for a time
Then we both became bored out of our mined
I just moved their
finding a job was all i needed
but time was short
I lost my seat
She found another oh brother
I lost the house I called home
She took in a megans law
That brought nothing less then shock an awe
So tell me how'd that work?
You chose the sick over me
I guess I had to much honesty
I guess it was something I really didn't need
She was not my destiny certainly
I was told I could so much better
But your kids I loved as my own
What you did was just wrong
Demented and too far gone
Beyond my reach
With my words if I could only teach
This was the last time I ever heard from the girl in Florida
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Not Foreign To Those Who Hear
There was a time in my life,
When those coy and with faces of innocence...
Could convince anyone,
Of my involvement in the implementation...
Of their misdeeds.
And their tactics were believed.
But times have changed.
And today so have I.
I am not so naive,
To relish the protection of good friends.
As much as I perceive...
Anyone given the opportunity,
Will use what they have to their benefit.
AND given the right situation...
Someone unsuspecting will be deceived.
This is not a myth.
But daily practices,
Done by those in 'this' reality.
And...
This language I speak,
Is not foreign to those who hear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Spice Is Needed
Wouldn't they make better use of their time,
Investigating why their investigations
Need investigators who investigate?
Instead of wasting valuable resources...
Employing those selected to monitor
The actions of those responsible
For creating such tactics to spy
On each other's activities!
While illegal 'aliens' demand top dollar
For their silence and co-operation
In keeping the game of hide n' seek
A lucrative game they all share
In keeping their pockets full!
Any 'truths' overheard by wiretaps...
Are only ignored for lack of originality,
That feeds nothing to the imagination!
More spice is needed,
To implement a heightened excitement!
And perhaps that is why the whole process
Is constipated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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