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Cloaked As Someone's Philanthropist

'Where are your 'things'? '

My 'things'?
I didn't need them.
I gave them away!

'WHHHHAAAATTT! ?
Are you crazed?
What are my friends and neighbors going to say?
What lives are we going to live without those 'things'?
You've ruined my pretentions.
And succeeded in my defeat.
I can no longer flaunt my superficiality!
Why did you do this?
Aren't you feeling just a wee bit dazed? '

Not at all!
From now on I am going to be 'me'!

'AND...
Where will that leave me to be? '

Exposed as the leech you are.
Once cloaked as someone's 'philanthropist'.
To no benefit to the masquerading,
That now has to cease to exist!

'WHHHHAAAATTT! ?
Are you crazed?
What are my friends and neighbors going to say? '

I have no idea.
Why don't you ask?
Most of them I passed...
Standing in line at the soup kitchen!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are Our Neighbors

Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!

These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.

These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.

Knockingdownwhatcanbefoundtogetnothin gdone.
Takingoutofcontextwithawishfailurecomes!

And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.

Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.

Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithm orelies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindis guise.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!

And...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.

Yes...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.

Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!

Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithmorel ies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindisguis e.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!

And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.

Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.

These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Sure As The Sun Rises To Set

Surviving natural disasters,
With the taking away of material things...
Treasured by those who turn up their noses,
On neighbors and others they 'had' believed,
Lived in standards below them...
To compare and tease some with what they've got.
Are overnight among the 'have nots'.

The only way to stop a wagging tongue...
Mother Nature seems to always have a remedy,
For those quick to pass their judgements.
To critically critique.
And for those snooping over fences,
To mind someone else's business...
No longer are they wondering why,
It's important to respect how others live!
Especially now that the business of theirs...
Hangs from barren trees and share as a part of debris,
Littering for as far as the eye can see.

As sure as the Sun rises to set...
Many folks are living through their experiences,
With much regret.
Especially if those defamed neighbors and lost friends...
Are gone from them forever.
As well as those fences they peeked over.
With those doors, windows, walls, roofs...
And other treasured things once glouted about,
As a peacocking through malls...
And other 'social' comparing stops to gossip.
From them instantly taken away.
No longer to exist.

No matter what it is they do,
To restore their lives...
As if they weren't caught by surprise.
With a keeping of a mouth shut.
And more empathy,
They wish they had given to others...
As a druther,
And not as a tedious charity hand out.
Since little of it seems to come their way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If In The Acquisition Made

What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
Or a pair of eyes caught,
Making a passing glance.

What benefit is there to flaunt,
That which one has...
Believed others want.
Although dauntless in appearance,
Is the the one who flaunts unnoticed.

And if one has tired of a charade,
Where does one go...
To validate satisfaction done,
From a masquerading others shun.
Although impeccably dressed to impress.

What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
And no caring is there to share,
Romanced to be enhanced from anyone anywhere.

What benefit is there?
When the expense of getting attention,
Doesn't make sense without a dividend to please.
Or noticed received by someone teased.
Or at least pretending to be caught up in the moment.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient

When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.

I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.

When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!

Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.

When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?

I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.

Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!

Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.

And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?

'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Feel a Sense of Worthlessness

If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
Taken for granted and has seduced...you,
Into shameless needing!
Like an appendage depended upon.

And you?
You try not to feel lost without them!
But you lay craving their use.
Feeling useless.
You can not do without them.
They are attached like a habit.
Like a muscle flexed.

They grow on you to affix themselves.
Like a missing leech recognized when absent.
However...
These taxing blood suckers have no feeling for you at all.
They are just things!
Things.
Things.
And yet those things...
They stay on your mind!
On your mind they stay.
And yet...those things?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
Would you recognize yourself,
Without them?

Who are you anyway?
Do you know?
Have you cared to know?

If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Big Country

I see the shapes,
I remember from maps.
I see the shoreline.
I see the whitecaps.
A baseball diamond, nice weather down there.
I see the school and the houses where the kids are.
Places to park by the factries and buildings.
Restaunts and bar for later in the evening.
Then we come to the farmlands, and the undeveloped areas.
And I have learned how these things work together.
I see the parkway that passes through them all.
And I have learned how to look at these things and I say,
(chorus)
I wouldnt live there if you paid me.
I couldnt live like that, no siree!
I couldnt do the things the way those people do.
I couldnt live there if you paid me to.
I guess its healthy, I guess the air is clean.
I guess those people have fun with their neighbors and friends.
Look at that kitchen and all of that food.
Look at them eat it guess it tastes real good.
They grow it in the farmlands
And they take it to the stores
They put it in the car trunk
And they bring it back home
And I say ...
(chorus)
I say, I wouldnt live there if you paid me.
I couldnt live like that, no siree!
I couldnt do the things the way those people do.
I wouldnt live there if you paid me to.
Im tired of looking out the windows of the airplane
Im tired of travelling, I want to be somewhere.
Its not even worth talking
About those people down there.
Goo goo ga ga ga
Goo goo ga ga ga

song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Do You See?

When I look in the mirror
I see mostly memories
I see people and things
That have long ceased to be

When I look in the mirror
I see standing behind me
Ol’ friends and ol’ loves
And lives not meant to be

I see opportunities missed
Other lives, that passed me by
Other lips I could have kissed
And I have yet to wonder why

I see the hand of fate
Lifting from my shoulder
My volition’s weight
As I grow older

When I look into the mirror
And see what could have been
I see that, which might have been dearer
Yet twill ne’er be proferred again

Don’t look deeply into your mirror
As I do, at paths not taken
Don’t look at things not meant to be
Nor see the things forsaken

poem by David Whalen
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Turn Off the Light

I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to spend,
Time
Trying to find a way,
To say nothing that offends your sensitive mind.
I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Especially not this time.

I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Or even try to stop them,
To keep my honesty on edge or uptight.
I may be wrong believing,
You to be the co-pilot in my life.
And when I think deeply about it...
I wish you'd parachute right out of my sight!
You don't want me to be sweet and nice!
You'd like me to roar or bark.
Like some animal you've domesticated to be home trained.
Listening to you whine until the wee hours of dark.

I did not see that movie.
And apparently you are still there viewing.
Snap, crackle and pop your ass out of that!

Perhaps I can be quite insensitive.
But there's a limit I'm not going to let,
Myself to you now give.
Since you enjoy whipping me into a huff and puff.
And that's the kind of stuff I've had enough.
Suffering from the agitating unbuffered fluff...
You like to give and not give up!
Enough!

I'm not always going to say those things you like.
In fact,
If I do say them...
You can take from me a hike.
I am not going to sit up all night,
To hear the spite you have
For your so called two faced friends.
To leave me feeling like I'm the one,
Crazed and on the deep end.
With a mind spinning a madness beginning?
No!
I'm not going to allow myself to get that comfortable.
Not with that in our bed.

I'm not always going to say those things you like.
Like shut the hell up!
And turn off the light.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Watching The Hours Go By

Somebody loves you , somebody cares
You own the love that somebody shares
You should be with me , spending your time
Loving me , loving me now
Holding me only , but now
Im just watching the hours go by
Nothing to do but cry
Now you are gone
I should be glad
But I love you only
So thats why Im sad
Go to your baby , dont make him cry
Each time you kiss him , remember I die
Walls are my neighbors , shadows my friends
Keeping me , watching me there
All of the things we shared
Im just watching the hours go by
Nothing to do but cry
Now you are gone
I should be glad
But I love you only
So thats why Im sad
(break)
Walls are my neighbors , shadows my friends
Keeping me , watching me there
All of the things we shared
Now Im watching the hours go by
Nothing to do but cry
Now you are gone
I should be glad
But I love you only
So thats why Im sad (fade)

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Returning Home

In the smoke I smell
Dead animals,
Dead neighbors, friends, and family members.
In the mist I see
All those who were once alive.
Behind me
Our town stands
Burned down to ashes;
Only skeletons remain.
This war has taken away so much.
In the rubble on the streets
I see
The way things once were.
Happy homes
Filled with laughter
Children playing
Stickball in the street.
Now
So much has been taken
Away from me.
We find bodies
In the yards, in the wells,
In our fields and on the streets;
Dead animals,
Dead neighbors, friends, and family members.
The war is over
And we are back.
To bury the dead,
To give hope to the young,
To start again.

poem by Rabia Minhas
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They who are all things to their neighbors cease to be anything to themselves.

quote by Norman Douglas
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Can We Still Be Friends

(todd rundgren)
We cant play this game anymore
But can we still be friends
Things just cant go on like before
But can we still be friends
We had something to learn
Now its time for the wheel to turn
Grains of sand one by one
Before you know it its all gone
Lets admit we made a mistake
But can we still be friends
Heartbreaks never easy to take
But can we still be friends
Its a strange sad affair
Sometimes seems like we just dont care
Dont waste time feeling hurt
Weve been through hell together
Where do we go from here
We cant play this game anymore
But can we still be friends
Things just cant go on like before
But can we still be friends
We awoke from our dream
Things are not what they always seem
Memories linger on
Its like a sweet, sad, old song
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
I cant play this game anymore
Can we still be friends
Things just cant go on like before
I just wanna be friends
I just wanna be, wanna be, wanna be
And now I just wanna be friends
We had something to learn, something to learn
Now can we still be friends
Lets admit our mistakes

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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In my dreams..

I can´t quite remember
My dreams last night
Only thing I know for sure
It´s that you were there to hold me tight
Things were kinda dark, mixed and confused
I can´t quite remember it all
But I remember you
I was kinda dazed, crazed, lost,
But I dreamt of you and you were there
You had me in your arms
You did care
I had a dream
I can slightly remember some things
I can only remember
You were there…in my dreams.

poem by Nina gáspari
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Strange Things

I was on top of the world
It was right in my pocket
I was livin' the life
Things were just the way they should be
When from out of the sky like a bomb comes some little punk in a rocket
Now all of a sudden some strange things are happenin' to me
I had friends,
I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doin' the best I can to carry on
I had power (power)
I was respected (respect)
But not any more
And I've lost the love to the one whom I adored
Let me tell you about the strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things are happenin' to me...
Ain't no doubt about it
You got someone you think you know well
It turns out a stranger
The minute you turn your back
You're in it all by yourself
They laugh at your jokes
You think you're doin' well
But you're in danger, boy
You end up alone, forgotten, way up on the shelf
Strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things are happenin' to me
Ain't no doubt about it
Strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things

song performed by by Randy Newman
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All Night Long

[Chorus: ]
You say the things you feel are right
But I feel those things are wrong
And for that we fight all night long
If you knew all the things I knew
Walked a mile inside my shoes
It could make our love flow all night long

There you go trippin' on the things I say
Cause things aren't going your way
Friends say I should leave but love forces me to stay
I try

song performed by by Boyz II Men from Evolution
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I Hate Feeling Like This

I thought this summer
I can forget you, but the truth is that I can't
I'm so weak
It kept haunting me every day and night
I hate feeling like this
It hurt me too much
I keep tearing my eyes out because
I don't have you here to be with me and be happy with
I keep telling my friends that I'm over you and all happy, but
At end of day I go back loving you and crying over you
This routine keep happen
I hate lying to my friends and
Say that I'm ok and fine when I'm not
I feel so ashamed and guilty
I can't help how I feel deep about you
I hate feeling like this
I eat junk foods to cheer me up
I gain weight and I don't want to do any of this anymore
I want to break this cycle
I wish I talk with you again
Maybe it will help me realized things
Like their other guys and I need to let you go, but
You are annoying me
The only way I can get over you
If I talk with you for the last time
This is my entire fault how things turn out
I was afraid to take risks
He and I was from different group
He is in popular group and I wasn't
I was afraid his friends won't like me and
How my friends will react and take us going out
I never told him why
I didn't say yes
I just didn't want to hurt you anymore
It's too late now
I hate feeling like this
All guilty, ashamed and alone
I'm so dumb
It going haunt me for rest of my life all because
I didn't go out with you
I hate feeling like this

poem by Christina Phan
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I Own Them

Are my two balls
Too big for you?
When they are exposed and admired...
Do you become ashamed
You have none to show too?
You want your friends to believe,
You wear the pants in here!
I played along with you for years...
But it is what it is,
And if I would leave...
You would be in tears.
They are loved,
And you like them there!
Hanging in front of your nose.
Just as they appear!

So why are you letting small town talk
And gossip you hear...
Make you feel these balls and not for you,
And near!

Are my two balls
Too big for you?
When they are exposed and admired...
Do you become ashamed
You have none to show too?
If you let me be the man I am
And not one just to screw...
Like your friends and neighbors
Tell you they do
Behind the backs of their spouses,
And that's a fact that's true!

It will be much better...
If you decided I own them!
They are mine,
Hanging in front of my behind!
And they are there to share with you.
Anytime you've got an hour or two!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without You Here

the storm is back tonight
so how could i
awake without you here
your pictures on the wall you haven't called
but i'll wait for you
to her only friends who say things
i will hold on
to her only friends who say things
i will be strong
the storm is letting up
but it wont die
if you weren't wrong was i
you picture still remians
but i wonder
are you still the same
to her only friends who say things
i will hold on
to her only friends who say things
i will be strong
am i loosing you
am i loosing you
i'm waiting
i've waited till it's over
it's over now
i'm waiting
i've waited till it's over
it's over now (i will hold on)
i'm waiting
i've waited till it's over
it's over now (i will remain)
to her only friends who say things
i will hold on
to her only friends who say things
i will be strong
to her only friends who say things (i'm waiting i've waited till it's over now)

song performed by by Finch from What It Is To Burn
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Can We Still Be Friends

(todd rundgren)
We cant play this game anymore
But can we still be friends?
Things just cant go on like before
But can we still be friends?
We had something to learn
Now its time for the wheel to turn
Grains of sand, one by one
Before you know, its all gone
Lets admit we made a mistake
But can we still be friends?
Heartbreaks never easy to take
But can we still be friends?
Its a strange sad affair
Sometimes seems that we just dont care
Dont waste time feeling hurt
Weve been through hell together
Dannana etc,
Can we still be friends
Can we still get together sometimes?
Hey babe, can we still go on?
We awoke from our dream,
Things are not always what they seem
Memories linger on
Its like a sweet, sad, old song
Dannana etc, can we still be friends

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Sonnet: Heaven Is Our Aim

When laundered is money in many ways,
Should not poor people get a better crumb?
When wasted are much things on many days,
Should denied be the blind and deaf and dumb?

Man’s happiness centers in sharing things
With fellow men, born unlucky on earth;
You set limits for contentment, earthlings,
And love, make peace with your neighbors ’fore death.

The love of God for man created earth;
The love of God for man gave him a soul;
The love of God for man gave him his breath;
The love of God gave him a special role.

Alas! Man forgets God despite all this,
Lives unprepared for his Eternal bliss.

poem by John Celes
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