Cloak to Gloat
I am not inspired by those who conspire,
To undo what the good ones do.
I am so tired by the backstabbing done...
By those who cloak to gloat and run.
I am not pleased by any of this.
And wish this evilness dismissed.
But this is how we live today and breathe!
It's got to flee!
Maybe someone like Barack will stop it.
Blocking ignorance that mocks it!
Hopefully this sleaze will up and leave.
And a peace to feed we'll greed.
I am not pleased by any of this.
And wish this evilness dismissed.
But this is how we live today and breathe!
It's got to flee!
Maybe someone like Barack will stop it.
Blocking ignorance that mocks it!
Hopefully this sleaze will up and leave.
And a peace to feed we'll greed.
I am not inspired by those who conspire,
To undo what the good ones do.
I am so tired by the backstabbing done...
By those who cloak to gloat and run.
Maybe someone like Barack will stop it.
Blocking ignorance that mocks it!
Hopefully this sleaze will up and leave.
And a peace will feed our needs.
Hopefully Barack will stop it!
Blocking ignorance that mocks it.
To undo what the good ones do we see.
And those who cloak to gloat will leave.
Put those who cloak to gloat on the run!
Put those who cloak to gloat on the run!
Put those who cloak to gloat on the run!
To redo all the good deeds done we need.
And those who cloak to gloat will leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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poem by John Celes
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Good Was My Love
Too good was my love for you.
Too good you 'had' to play,
Cloak and dagger games.
Which made no sense...
But you played them just the same.
You wouldn't stop.
Even when I said,
Too much of your mystery...
Would leave our love dead in bed!
That happened!
Too good was my love!
Too good you thought it was there to abuse!
To use as you wish,
Until I lost it for you!
And now that it is gone...
You believe it can be wished back!
Too good was my love for you.
And so was I.
That came from 'me'.
It was just for you.
Why did you think someone else,
Could do for you,
What I could only do!
Too could was my love for you.
It's over.
It's done.
There is no more for you,
It's true.
To leave me confused!
And too good it was then,
Now it has left us both to lose!
Diffused to hunt and scatter.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enraptured
Tease those with the least...
That a college degree is needed.
Feed them greed to tax!
Sit back and watch them display dysfunctions.
And keep them addicted to that.
Make that part of a lifestyle to achieve.
With the spreading of misfit behavior...
And solicit to award as if the worst of it,
Are indeed opportunities!
Bombard everyone with a variety that is not needed.
And manufacture this with hype that is marketed...
With a sugarcoating to leave those who gloat,
In ecstasy!
Enraptured are they in states of mind.
These folks could be easily sold degradation,
Anywhere and at anytime!
It's quite elementary.
A successful feeding of eventual defeat.
And without the gloss of irradicable attachments.
You know the kind that is quickly dismissed...
As posing havoc against the status quo!
Although provides a slower,
More acceptable affect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.
quote by Bela Lugosi
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Urgent
Urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
It's urgent...
That we all now see,
Dependency on others we must all heed.
Yes it's urgent...
That a greed and gluttony be released.
So urgent...
Is the writing on the wall,
No one must ignore at all!
It's urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
It's urgent...
That we all now see,
Dependency on others we must all heed.
So urgent...
That a greed and gluttony be released,
The writing's on the wall for all to see!
The writing's on the wall for all to see!
It's urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
It's urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
So urgent...
To leave philosophies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
And we must leave philosphies,
That survival is a personal need to feed.
While others are starving as we feed greed.
While others are starving as we feed greed.
Thinking of others is the urgency!
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
Urgent IS the emergency,
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
That we START to think of others...
And STOP our greed.
The stopping of the greed is the urgency!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Downtown
With A turn-around
If you wanna dance on the ceiling
If you wanna shake your money-maker now
If you wanna leave through the back door
Feeling fine but just cant take it anymore
If you wanna leave Im downtown
If you dont like sleaze Im downtown
Tell me what you need Im downtown
And everything will be ok hey hey!!!
If you wanna breathe in the background
If you wanna wait and see whats goin down
If you wanna soak in the sunshine
Call a cab and come and see me anytime
If you wanna leave Im downtown
If you dont like sleaze Im downtown
Tell me what you need Im downtown
And everything will be ok hey hey!!!
If you wanna go crazy
If youre dying to please
If youre low down and dirrrrty
Then come and get some of me
If you wanna leave Im downtown
If you dont like sleaze Im downtown
Tell me what you need Im downtown
And everything will be ok
If you wanna leave Im downtown
If you dont like sleaze Im downtown
Tell me what you need Im downtown
And everything will be ok hey hey!!!
Hey hey!!!(3)
song performed by by Zed
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The Old Cloak
THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold,
And frost it freezeth on every hill,
And Boreas blows his blast so bold
That all our cattle are like to spill.
Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;
She said unto me quietlye,
Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life!
Man, put thine old cloak about thee!
He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte?
Thou kens my cloak is very thin:
It is so bare and over worn,
A cricke thereon cannot renn.
Then I'll no longer borrow nor lend;
For once I'll new apparell'd be;
To-morrow I'll to town and spend;
For I'll have a new cloak about me.
She. Cow Crumbock is a very good cow:
She has been always true to the pail;
She has helped us to butter and cheese, I trow,
And other things she will not fail.
I would be loth to see her pine.
Good husband, counsel take of me:
It is not for us to go so fine--
Man, take thine old cloak about thee!
He. My cloak it was a very good cloak,
It hath been always true to the wear;
But now it is not worth a groat:
I have had it four and forty year'.
Sometime it was of cloth in grain:
'Tis now but a sigh clout, as you may see:
It will neither hold out wind nor rain;
And I'll have a new cloak about me.
She. It is four and forty years ago
Sine the one of us the other did ken;
And we have had, betwixt us two,
Of children either nine or ten:
We have brought them up to women and men:
In the fear of God I trow they be.
And why wilt thou thyself misken?
Man, take thine old cloak about thee!
He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte?
Now is now, and then was then:
Seek now all the world throughout,
Thou kens not clowns from gentlemen:
They are clad in black, green, yellow and blue,
So far above their own degree.
Once in my life I'll take a view;
For I'll have a new cloak about me.
She. King Stephen was a worthy peer;
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,
Therefore he called the tailor 'lown.'
He was a king and wore the crown,
And thou'se but of a low degree:
It 's pride that puts this country down:
Man, take thy old cloak about thee!
He. Bell my wife, she loves not strife,
Yet she will lead me, if she can;
And to maintain an easy life
I oft must yield, though I'm good-man.
It 's not for a man with a woman to threap,
Unless he first give o'er the plea:
As we began, so will we keep,
And I'll take my old cloak about me.
Climb Over That Hill
When your reach,
Is not towards the top...
Only you are there blocking,
What should not be stopped.
When your reach,
Is not towards the top...
Only you are there blocking,
What should not be stopped.
If you've got a lot on your mind,
A rollercoaster you will find...
Tripping you with up and downs,
Until on the ground...
Where you can be found.
Hanging around.
A dance romanced with feebleness,
Attracts like bread to feed insects.
And keeps you in check,
With no wish for the best!
Don't leave your heart on your sleeve.
Decide to be released and free.
And refuse to accept,
Disrespect and neglect.
If you've got a lot on your mind,
A rollercoaster you will find...
Tripping you with up and downs,
Until on the ground...
Where you can be found.
Hanging around.
Declare more of joy with peace and harmony!
Decide today it is okay to have prosperity.
And you will,
Climb over that hill!
Yes you will...
Have a life fulfilled.
When your reach,
Is not towards the top...
Only you are there blocking,
What should not be stopped.
Declare more of joy with peace and harmony!
And you will,
Climb over that hill!
Yes you will...
Have a life fulfilled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intoxication
Under osiers with ivy ingrown
We are trying to hide from bad weather.
I am clasping your arms in my own,
In one cloak we are huddled together.
I was wrong. Not with ivy-leaves bound,
But with hops overgrown is the willow.
Well then, let us spread out on the ground
This our cloak as a sheet and a pillow.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Hillary With Barack
The only way a healing can begin,
Is a Clinton and Obama win.
A sharing to mend all conflicts,
To end them is the only solution...
A resolution to restore.
And not a continuance of defeat,
To defend as a state of mind.
Those options have been explored.
With a Two trillion dollar...
Mindless war.
It is time to leave such separatism,
Seep in division and ignorance behind!
A co-presidency for us and 'them'...
Dictates these times!
And Hillary 'with' Barack,
Are the only ones who can stop the decline!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Afford to Gloat
Under your direction,
Our entire belief system...
Has plummeted.
Why are you gloating?
You have been clearly defeated,
By your foes.
'I know!
But my ego had never been involved.
Those who opposed my recommendations,
Have devastated themselves.
And what has been exposed,
Is their lunacy.
Not mine.
I attempted to find ways to save their 'beliefs'.
So...
What is your next move?
'A repeating of what I initially said.
We,
Not me.
But WE have lots of work to do.
You've already proven your personal attacks on me...
Does not solve 'your' problems.'
I can afford to gloat.
The only risk I have taken,
Was to reveal the truth.
Your belief system needed to be freed,
From delusions kept that cause your bleeding.
And...
Not once,
Did I call anyone a fool.
Or an imbecile.
I am proud of that.
And I am not gloating.
That is 'your' interpretation.
But 'if' it pleases you to believe that?
A gloating done I will do.
Now...
Do you insist on continuing playing,
Childish games?
Or...
Do you want to get down to business?
It's up to you.
And,
Remember this...
I can afford to gloat.
Can you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Sneaky Backbiters That Glide In Sleaze
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Adore the stench of it.
With campaigns to attract more,
To this mental disease.
Influenced by self hate.
With a debasement created and loved.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Are seen digging their own ditches quick...
To satisfy those embraces faced,
With others in filth and sludge to hug.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Entrenched in tracks with that to leave.
And quite excited in self righteous ways...
When investments tossed away from unsaved youth,
Delights them with an ignorance...
That keeps them all enslaved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many gloat over their own troubles.
quote by Mason Cooley
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Although the sun shines, leave not your cloak at home.
Although the sun shine, leave not thy cloak at home.
Though the sun shines, leave not your cloak at home.
Scarlet Cloak
The scarlet cloak of loneliness
covers my sorrowed soul
and my gentle heart is benign
to any chosen fact.
Each day I gather straws
I reach out to cling to
but each one snaps within my grasp
and I wonder what I’ll do.
The hollow world I live in
echoes my vacant thoughts.
Even the hues of colours that
surround me everyday
cannot remove this scarlet cloak
that wants to smother me away.
25 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Focus On The Good
Focus On The Good
In a world full of negativity
As seen in everyday news
For you were unable to accept me "as is"
In those six weeks
Can you see through the thick smoke?
Are you that blind by ignorance?
Why is your pride bigger than your body?
Are your judgmental and age discrimination the reasons for your frequent break-ups?
Does it kill you to have compassion?
Is your heart always empty?
Focus On The Good
As you don't know me from an in-depth perspective
For you are not a judge who wears the cloak
You do not have the power to slam the gavel on a sounding block
To make quick complaints without understanding me
I'm a positive spirit
Lively
Care-free
Full of life
An honest portrait
Talented
Compassionate
Focus On The Good
Where your pride will consume you
Open your mind
Stop the judging
As no one is perfect
It shall forever be your loss
For I am a good person
However bright the sun may shine, leave not your cloak at home.