Descendents of the He Said She Said Types
People who pass judgement
Without knowing the facts.
Or participate in verbal attacks
Against someone
They have no knowledge of...
Are quick to excuse this abuse.
And it is seen in their eyes,
They wish to apologize!
But a glance into yours...
Tells them,
They shouldn't have opened their mouths,
In the first place!
You realize too,
They are professional at what they do.
So the best thing to express,
When you meet someone like this by accident...
Is to say what's on your mind and leave.
They are descendents of the he said she said types.
And wont remember exactly what they said about you,
Specifically!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Abuser
it does not matter if you're male or female
in the mind of a abuser
they will always prevail.
when you allow the abuse from the start
in you life, it becomes a part.
whether it's verbal or physical, it matters not
you let it start, and it won't stop.
the verbal can be more damaging than the physical
because it becomes daily.
like a sculptor chipping away at its mold
until it becomes the way that they want it to be.
and if you don't stop it
you will never be free.
they do it because of their own inadequacy.
which is something that their mind won't see.
how much abuse should you take
before it becomes much to late?
the verbal abuser will always put you to the ground
and expect you to not make a sound.
they will tell you that you was put here to serve.
and to make a move, you have no nerve.
that you must obey their every command
and that you are the scum of the land.
if you have no - or low self esteem
it is something which will be seen.
and when an abuser has you in their sight
no matter what you do, it won't be right.
STOP the abuse, before it's too late.
for this can not be your destined fate.
the verbal abuse will always start first
then from there, it will get worse.
YOU must walk away, so that they can see
a victim you will not be.
(abuse is like a broken tool, it could damage whatever is good)
poem by Louis Rams
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The Night He Cant Remember
(trace adkins/kenny beard/sarah majors)
He lost his job that mornin stopped off and bought a fifth of pride
A reality eraser, a little taste to help face her that night
He broke his same ol promise when he showed up with whiskey on his breath
That night he cant remember, the one that she cant forget
Now hes been clean and sober since twenty-three october 95
His drinking days are over but theres that one she cant get off her mind
He tries to apologize but cant recall and dont realize
She wont forgive whatever he said
That night he cant remember, the one she cant forget
Well, she never has remarried cause she never has stopped carryin the pain
It serves as a reminder that the man she left behind her just couldnt change
If she only knew she probably saved his life the night she left
That night he cant remember, the one that she just cant forget
Now hes been clean and sober since twenty-three october 95
His drinking days are over but theres that one she cant get off her mind
And he tries to apologize but cant recall and dont realize
She wont forgive whatever he said
That night he cant remember
Oh the night he cant remember, the one she cant forget
The night he cant remember is the one she cant forget
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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The Night He Cant Remember
(trace adkins/kenny beard/sarah majors)
He lost his job that mornin stopped off and bought a fifth of pride
A reality eraser, a little taste to help face her that night
He broke his same ol promise when he showed up with whiskey on his breath
That night he cant remember, the one that she cant forget
Now hes been clean and sober since twenty-three october 95
His drinking days are over but theres that one she cant get off her mind
He tries to apologize but cant recall and dont realize
She wont forgive whatever he said
That night he cant remember, the one she cant forget
Well, she never has remarried cause she never has stopped carryin the pain
It serves as a reminder that the man she left behind her just couldnt change
If she only knew she probably saved his life the night she left
That night he cant remember, the one that she just cant forget
Now hes been clean and sober since twenty-three october 95
His drinking days are over but theres that one she cant get off her mind
And he tries to apologize but cant recall and dont realize
She wont forgive whatever he said
That night he cant remember
Oh the night he cant remember, the one she cant forget
The night he cant remember is the one she cant forget
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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PRETTY'S NO EXCUSE...by Talile Ali
SEEN ALL KINDS OF UGLINESS DONE BY FOLKS THESE DAYS
JUST CAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY THEY SEEM TO THINK IT'S OK
TO RUN AROUND WRECKLESSLY AND DESTROY WHAT THEY MAY
FOR SOME REASON NO ONE WILL PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE
THEY LET THEM RUN AROUND AND RUIN THE SPACE
BEING PRETTY IS THEIR LICENCE TO DEFACE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
WHEN AN ARGUEMENT COMES WALKIN THRU THAT FRONT DOOR
PRETTY WILL BE USED TO SHUT IT DOWN AND WHATS MORE
IT NEVER GIVES A DAMN OR WHAT THE HELL FOR
SAD TRUTH ABOUT IT IS THAT WE ALL PLAY
AROUND WITH PRETTY HOPING TO BE RUBBED RIGHT THAT DAY
BUT PRETTY ALWAYS HAS IT DONE JUST ONE WAY-ITS WAY
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR SELF BEING DRAWN UPON SOME DAY
BY SOMEONE PRETTY, THEN IT'S BEST YOU RUN AWAY
CAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE CHEWED UP AND THROWN AWAY
AS YOU WATCH YOUR WORLD SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH A FOOL YOU'VE BEEN SHOWED
YOUR IMAGE CORRUPTED AS IT APPEARS WHEN IT SO WITH
PRETTY PEOPLE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
poem by Talile Ali
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PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE...by Talile Ali
IVE SEEN ALL KINDS OF UGLINESS PRACTICED BY FOLKS THESE DAYS
BECAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY THEY SEEM TO THINK IT'S OK
TO RUN AROUND WRECKLESSLY AND DESTROY ALL THEY MAY
FOR SOME REASON NO ONE WILL PUT THEM IN PLACE
THEY LET THEM RUN AROUND AND RUIN A SPACE
AS IF BEING PRETTY WAS A LICENCE TO DEFACE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
WHEN AN ARGUEMENT COMES WALKIN THRU THAT FRONT DOOR
PRETTY WILL BE USED TO SHUT IT DOWN AND WHATS MORE
IT NEVER UNDERSTANDS WHAT THE HELL FOR
THE SAD TRUTH ABOUT HOW ALL OF US PLAY
AROUND WITH PRETTY HOPING TO BE RUBBED THE RIGHT WAY
PRETTY ALWAYS ONLY HAS IT ONE WAY-IT'S DAY!
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR SELF BEING DRAWN UPON SOME DAY
GY SOMEONE PRETTY, THEN IT'S BEST RUN AWAY
CAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE THOROUGHLY PLAYED
AS YOU WATCH YOUR WORLD SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH OF A FOOL YOU'VE BEEN SHOWED
YOUR IMAGE CORRUPTED AS IT APPEARS WHEN IT SO NEAR
PRETTY PEOPLE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
poem by Talile Ali
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.
I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.
And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.
And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing Very Little
Someone knows 'someone'
Who has been quick to express disappointment,
Regretted.
That 'someone' who believes,
They were annointed to know everything...
Just because God has given them air to breathe.
Those folks are the ones,
Who say they have no interest in politics.
Announcing that religion and politics do not mix.
And knowing very little about either.
And even knowing less on a daily basis.
They do not read or participate in community activities.
And yet appear on a neighbor's doorstep,
Out of breath to express...
'What in the world is going on?
Do you know what I just found out?
I 'heard' there were problems with the economy.
And there was this Black guy on TV...
MY TV!
Telling me about changes he is going to make.
What on Earth?
Have you seen him?
Is this some kind of a joke?
What happened to Bush?
I feel I am about to have a stroke! '
They remain confined,
Out of touch and time.
And soon...
Out of their minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep It Real
Excuse me.
I hate to annoy you!
'Oh,
You're not! '
Those people?
Those people that were taunting you.
About your abilities and lack of qualifications...
To teach and be a good role model for their children?
What has happened to them?
'Either attending funerals or visiting the prisons.
You know...
The ones seeking to identify appropriate role models,
For their...er, uh...children? '
You say that as a matter of fact!
'Oh,
It is!
And if you've noticed...
I've been in this same spot,
Watching them pass judgement.
But of late,
They seem to have stopped! '
You shouldn't let that hamper your progress.
I wouldn't let that drop!
'You asked me about the people who were taunting me...
Did you not? '
Yes!
'From your point of view...
Who would you say has made more progress?
And keep it real!
Although it seems like I'm not doing a thing,
Does it?
Here take this.
It's a copy of my book.
You can have it.
I'm working on a new one.
Entitled, 'There's Nothing Like Minding Your Own Business'
Especially if your business does not please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not knowing - no excuse
Not knowing - no excuse
Shutting eyes - no excuse
Keeping mum - no excuse
You are fool you are ignorant
No excuse no excuse
You are here to know
To know everything
Around you is life
Life is veiled by
Divine potency
And you know nothing
Faith and love and tear
Enable you to know everything
Devotion and surrender
Enable you to know everything
This world is to know
The more you know
The more you get success.
Not knowing - no excuse.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Try Some Buy Some
Way back in time
Someone said try some
I tried some
Now buy some - I bought some . . .
Oh oh oh
After a while
When I had tried them
Denied them
I opened my eyes and
I saw you . . .
Not a thing did I have
Not a thing did I see
till I called on your love
And your love came to me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Through my life
Ive seen gray sky,
Met big fry,
Seen them die to get high . . .
Oh oh oh
And when it seemed that I would
Always be lonely
I opened my eyes and I saw you
Not a thing did I feel
Not a thing did I know
till I called on your love
And your love sure did grow
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wont you try some
Baby wont you buy some
Wont you try some
Baby wont you buy some
song performed by by George Harrison
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Priorities To Keep As They Are Kept
I don't care what that's about.
To argue what it shouldn't be.
Or what's been said by who...
Between the 'he-said-she-sayers'.
That's their investment.
Not mine.
And I am not the one to pass judgement,
Or find time to do it.
However...
Maybe one day they will find,
The decisions that they have made...
Brought no benefits to their advantage.
Who knows?
I am grateful to have taken chances,
With faith that is still in place.
I know what that's about.
What I am about.
And how I've been tested.
With a healing done,
From mental and physical wounds.
Those experiences are vivid.
No one can accuse me of not being pleasant,
When I exit from their presence.
And to protect my peace of mind,
My exits have become more and more graceful...
As I age knowing my priorities.
And priorities to keep as they are kept?
I know what that's about to not doubt it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Remember
Theres a cold wind out tonight
The chill of distant eyes
An orbit survey finds...your mind
I will remember
You will remember
The star that came tonight...
Theres a thought that fills your mind
A vision of time
When knowledge was confined
And then we wonder how machines
Can steal each others dreams
From points that are unseen...its real
I will remember
You will remember
The star that came tonight
When you gaze at the evening sky
And youre reaching out with your mind
You might see the nations eyes
Dont hide...its you
I will remember
You will remember
The star that came tonight
Oh cant you see the light
Of the knowing star
song performed by by Queensryche
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Reggae Accident
Reggae accident
By: lucas p. gravell
1993
-- spoken:
Okay now, get ready heres your part. now listen to me.
It was a reggae accident
I said a reggae accident
I cant here you
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
Now make room for the band
A reggae accident
Here they come here they come
A reggae accident
I say make room for them
A reggae accident
Ha ha, look out now
It was a reggae accident
A reggae accident
This is not a political statement
Nor is it a farce
In the land of the great bald bird
The rasta man is sparse
He does not like our urban jungle
Or our capitalistic nightmare
He does not believe in auto insurance
Mon I dont believe that is fair
It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
They totaled out my car
I lost the case that sealed my fate
Last week in municipal court
The judge ruled for rasta restitution
Of a most peculiar sort
Now theres four stoned faces at my dinner table
And my wife wonders how come
She does not mind the extra mouths to feed
As much as she minds those after dinner drums
We sing was a reggae accident
Four rastas eating pasta
A reggae accident
Pass the parmesan please
A reggae accident
How does a rasta spell relief
A reggae accident
No problem mon, pass the spliff
Oh reggae down...
Now the sun shines on the isle of jamaica
As its done since time began
No problem says the rasta mon
When I asked to join his band
You see I sold my house I quit my job
I left that narrow-minded wife
And I moved to the island of jamaica ya
Just to live that rasta life
It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
Now Ive become a rasta star
It was a reggae accident
Look out world
A reggae accident
You know the harder they come
A reggae accident
The harder they fall one and all
A reggae accident
It was just an accident one day
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
-- spoken:
Come back, come back to jamaica
Come back to the way things used to be
Ya, ya lets play some dominoes now mon
Come on...
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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People Everywhere
People, people everywhere.
The ones you know.
The ones you don’t.
Most blend in a way,
You cannot comprehend.
People, people everywhere.
There are so many out there.
Most pass by your life,
Without knowing your name.
But some, some are different.
People, people everywhere.
Touching your heart,
In a way no ones else can.
Love, fear, hate, pain, joy,
They all come from,
People, people everywhere.
Where do they go when they leave?
Back to a home or cave?
Maybe to pass by your eyes again.
One day, maybe they can stay.
But for now it’s lonely,
For now it hurts,
When you are alone.
When there is no,
People, people everywhere.
poem by Megan Reily
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This 'Thing' About Time
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
Being on time some define,
Is stated for the purpose to be on it and not late.
Others will take it and waste it as they see fit.
Not arriving before or on time at all.
Just to have another irritated losing patience...
Awaiting to hear an excuse someone makes.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
And long past the hour,
Someone appears in an atmosphere...
That by the minute is getting sour.
And more time is spent,
Listening to inventive excuses...
Describing why they had not called,
To apologize at all.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
With no sign of respect...
To the one that is questioned,
Why is it they seem to be quite upset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Full of Promises
People who claim to have faith
And hide behind fears...
Are so hypocritical,
With each excuse made I hear!
They will convince with sincerety,
How strong their convictions are.
But they wont step up to the plate...
Unless they are riding in an armored car!
And people like that with issues on their back...
Seem to be full of promises,
And conflicts prepared to share!
As they subtract facts...
From a mind they've created
To preceive life as abstract!
With that kind of faith kept...
Where they expect to get,
Has to be 'thisclose' to nowhere!
With judgements to pass,
As they prepare to adopt more frets to inspect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Not An Act
Perhaps I should not be so quick,
To express my lack of disappointment.
But my take it or leave it attitude,
Developed from realizing...
To no one do I have to prove anything!
My experiences lived,
Has taught me that.
And to express my gratitude for my blessings,
Comes to me naturally.
It is not an act.
I am here to do one thing,
And one thing only!
To be the best that I can be.
That's it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These People Are Never the First
Too often...
Those who use common sense,
Are punished for being correct.
In fact,
Some sarcastically call them smart.
As if they are using some exclusive part of the brain...
Others do not have membership to address or obtain.
It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.
You need not ask for them to give an opinion.
It will be there in the atmosphere!
Along with a judgement passed...
As to who made the wrong or right decision.
And why...
If it was up to them,
They would have made another choice.
And these people are never the first,
To make their voices heard!
It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.
And it makes one wonder why...
God has blessed certain creatures with wings to fly.
And some creatures with brains...
Never to be used for long periods of time.
Or,
Very little.
If at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Public Apology
Public apologies are the new confessional.
So here goes.
I apologize for not knowing where to start with my apologies.
I apologize for being tainted with the sins of Adam.
I apologize for blaming Eve for the sins of Adam.
I apologize to the Serpent, who was just following orders.
I apologize for the seductiveness of ripe apples on the Tree of Knowledge. I just didn’t know at the time.
I apologize for not taking Genesis 1 literally.
I apologize for not appreciating the allegorical significance of Genesis 1.
I apologize for blaming the Jews for crucifying Christ.
I apologize for not being quicker to blame the relevant parties for the crucifixion of Christ.
I apologize for not giving independence to America sooner.
I apologize to the Native Americans for invading their great God’s-own country.
I apologize to the Native Americans for not stopping them sooner from killing each other’s tribes.
I apologize for entering into business agreements with the chiefs of certain coastal African tribes to bring their captives from their tribal wars to resolve America’s manpower shortage.
I apologize for dwelling on the sufferings of my family in the Holocaust, without considering the mental and emotional agony of those obliged to follow orders to massacre them.
I apologize for messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not doing a better job of messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not being Politically Correct.
I apologize for being Politically Correct.
I apologize for throwing all these things in your face and encouraging you to feel complicit in my guilt.
I apologize for not apologizing sooner.
I apologize for all the things I haven’t the imagination and humanity to apologize for.
Oh to hell with it.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Life's Not Always Fair
Life is the thing that all people have the right to,
But not all people have it the way they want it.
People take life for granted,
There's suicide, and homicide, People killing other people.
One thing I have learned is...
Life's not always fair, So deal with it.
Some people live and some people die,
Death is not always the answer.
The angels come down,
They take you away,
To what you think is the better place to be,
But you miss them...Family, friends, and being THERE!
You never realize what you have until it's gone,
Once it's gone then you realize what has really happened.
You cry and cry, You want to DIE!
People need to realize that, Life's not always fair
Don't die! Live life to the fullest!
And you will see, It can only get better.
No matter how bad things look,
Just realize one thing...LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS FAIR!
poem by Kristina White
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