Detached
The more I see and realize who I am,
I am able to observe those hiding!
Behind masks they believe shields them,
From scrutiny and observation!
They say anything to be believed.
Choosing to be unfocused,
As if protected by fog, smog...
Or other pollutants,
Keeping their thoughts clogged!
It took time to define my vision.
They have no clue,
I am not playing peek a boo.
Even their minds are detached.
Wasting their time attached to mismatches.
Which makes their existence avoidable!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasting Time
in between dim hours
in between dull days
i'm out counting flowers
i'm still chasing faith
mistake me for a pilot
mistake me for a face you know
consider this old conscience
let no trouble come my way
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
it's you alone i wish to free
on you alone i'll focus
it's not the change i wish to believe
this coming of the locusts
skipping like a skimming stone
skimming the bad chapters
swimming thru your tides alone
swimming on your laughter, we're after
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, let's take the chance
wasting time
you and i, we understand
time is not for making
but just because we don't have a clue
doesn't mean we're faking, we're wasting
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
song performed by by Zwan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Where Have Gone Those Masks?
Where have they gone?
All those masks of the past!
Many masks hiding faces of the ones clever.
One was of love pure,
Another was of friendship innocent
And another was of care entwining.
Those masks had a power
That mesmerised the weak minds for some time.
Where are those masks?
No one sells them as the marketeers
Don`t have much to fill the wallet
From these little transparent masks now.
Masked faces have faded out from amidst us all
And there walk many without faces at all!
The poet himself has none.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Received Without Sacrifice
Years spent in learning a craft.
Or the multiple tasks attached to applying...
That which is associated in the creation of it.
Benefits with the experience of observation.
And plenty of lessons through frustrations learned.
Pieces believed by others to be detached,
Are actually there in place.
And many are not aware of that.
One foot directed,
Does not mean the other does not sometimes drag.
Many have their eyes on a prize.
And become discouraged,
By the assortment of different routes...
Avenues, valleys and streams,
One motivated takes...
To put together a dream.
Sometimes with mistakes and false starts.
Even painful screams to see created,
What one eventually achieves.
Is believed by others...
To be as easy as a wish delivered.
Without shedding blood, sweat and lots of tears!
Only those giving their time,
Knows what that giving of time means to give...
Throughout the years.
Some believe gifts given,
Are received without sacrifice.
And they are the ones procrastinating...
Sitting to seek a more sweetened advice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The More You Ignore Me Closer I Get
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
Youre wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
Youre wasting your time
I will be
In the bar
With my head
On the bar
I am now
A central part
Of your minds landscape
Whether you care
Or do not
Yeah, Ive made up your mind
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
Youre wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
Youre wasting your time
Beware !
I bear more grudges
Than lonely high court judges
When you sleep
I will creep
Into your thoughts
Like a bad debt
That you cant pay
Take the easy way
And give in
Yeah, and let me in
Oh, let me in
Oh let me ...
Oh, let me in
Its war
Its war
Its war
Its war
Its war
War
War
War
War
Oh, let me in
Ah, the closer I get
Ah, youre asking for it
Ah, the closer I get
Ooh, the closer I ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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To Silence Those Minds In Doubt
Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Finding one without it,
And with a dream...
Is an unlikely observation.
Motivation, desire and initiative,
Are close teammates.
And a team without desire,
Seems less motivated.
And the initiative begins to procrastinate.
Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Just like a success achieved is a conditioning,
Kept believed...
In one's mind to feel all the time,
With a passion undescribed to define.
And desire simmers like embers burning.
It doesn't have to rage to display what is meant to be.
A desire started accomplishes.
A desire started rarely does not end to flicker out...
Before it blazes on the scene,
With produced results...
To silence those minds in doubt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming For Them To An End
No one can protect themselves,
Or what it is they do to others...
With the assistance of ignorance.
Nor can those who are rich,
Continue to hoard the World's resources...
By declaring the existence of shortages.
The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.
And those who refuse to acknowledge truth,
By a blocking it with attempts to see it stopped...
Have no more opportunities to get out of the way.
It is pointless for those to gather with others,
Of similar sensibilities...
To debate with a wasting of time,
A defending of a hold they have on their ignorance...
To prove they are out of their minds.
Few are seeking to define the obvious.
The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Club Oscar
Playing around without any future!
And, wasting your time on this earth without any clue;
But, try to learn from the truth always! !
Because, you are always seen around Club Oscar.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Played Secretly
There are those who use others,
To mask their insecurities.
As if in the doing,
They are protected and immuned...
From scrutiny.
With a continuing of victimizing,
In a declaration of their innocence.
And there are some,
Who extend to the ones like this...
An empathy.
Not knowing that they themselves,
Are being played like rooks to deploy.
Quicker than pawns to destroy,
By the ones choosing to create their own rules.
Believing the making of fools to be played secretly,
While keeping their activities...
Close to their chest to gain adulation,
Will keep them in the game to gain more attention.
And ultimately they do.
But not for the reasons they pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hey
I thought about you just last saturday
My voice got cracked I didn't know what to say
Down in the shade or maybe in the sun
And if you need it I think I got one
Where are you
And what's on your mind
Where are you
Am I wasting my time
Where are you
And what's on you mind?
I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
I snuck out of work to see her smile
I'll hold her hostage for a little while
I wrote a letter I thought I'd let you know
I'm right behind you any time you go
Where are you
And what's on your mind
Where are you
Am I wasting my time
Where are you
And what's on you mind
I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
My mind got busy around 3 a.m. or so
Crawled in you room through the back window
Hoped when you woke up you wouldn't be too mad
I hope I never wake up your old man
Where are you
And what's on your mind
Where are you
Am I wasting my time
Where are you
And what's on you mind
I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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If The Playing Field Was Leveled
If the playing field was leveled,
And those with skills were playing the game...
There would be fewer less disappointed people,
Observed wasting their time, resources and patience.
And bored out of their minds.
While the ones with no apparent talent,
Continue to strike out at everyone's expense.
But...
Are cheered on to convince they too,
Can eventually become great...
If given the opportunity to hit just ONE ball,
Without a fouling to strike out...
Each time they get to hold the bat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alone, I Am
Alone, I seem not, though I am
Alone, I must travel the unfocused future
Although at times I may travel with a companion
Nevertheless, none are close enough to know my true nature
At times throughout the winding path, I have become acquainted with a compassionate soul
Though in the end, they also desert me, unable to understand my true nature
At the present, I was near to a potential companion
However, I now feel him drifting from me
As the waning of the moon, playing with the tides of my emotions
I shudder to realize, that I dared to hope, for the perfect, most angelic soul
One who can understand my hopes, my fears, my dreams, my past
In essence, my true nature
But then I finally have come to realize
That Alone, I must travel the unfocused future
Alone, I seem not, though I am.
poem by Katie Frank
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Your Game
I see you floating it constantly
You're making me feel like you and I could be real
But then you're flipping the game
You walk away and turn your back baby
Stop treading on me baby
Cos I'm mystified
And you know I've tried
I just can't get through to you
Chorus:
What you gonna do
I don't know
What you gonna say
I ain't sure
Always the same
All the time
Every day
Played my mind
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
Ain't no doubt about it x4
I've taken all that I can
I've given to you my all
But you don't seem to respond baby
Oh I can't stand all this waiting
Cos I can't stand all this waiting
Cos my patience is fading
Pretty soon I'll be gone
Let's rectify it
You can't deny it
The way that you feel for me
Tell me
Repeat Chorus
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
No more, no more
No more wasted time
Playing your game
I've seen this all before
Time and time, no way
Cos I'm mystified
You know that I've tried
I just can't get through to you
Repeat Chorus x2
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
No more, no more
No more wasted time
Playing your game
I've seen this all before
Time
Ain't no doubt about it x4
song performed by by Will Young
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Busy Cleaning Up Their Acts
Hasn't the time arrived,
For those accomplished in conniving tasks...
Of planting booby traps,
To catch people off guard...
A throwback to a childish past?
And what purpose is served,
When grown folks laugh?
Hasn't the time arrived,
For the ones who 'should' be mature...
To set aside their hiding behind masks,
With a demonstrating to those younger...
That a life lived of being a fool,
Does not forever last?
With a pursuing of facts.
Few can afford wasting time procrastinating.
Or accepting in their minds they can afford hesitating.
Since that time has arrived to get down to business,
Period!
Even though a seriousness to leave fantasies,
Isn't easy for those entrapped within delusioned beliefs.
No roads ahead are paved with treated sweets.
Or streets left to litter for someone else to clean.
Since that time has arrived to get down to business,
Period!
With everyone expected to roll up their sleeves,
Prepared to get busy cleaning up their acts.
Few sad faces will be given attention to attract.
The days ahead are not about the giving of that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Few Who Did Not, Knew
'...and when they decided to remain themselves.
Keeping things the same and expecting it.
Deeper into darkness they went.
Expecting gifts to quickly unwrap.
Becoming dissatisfied...
With a wish to give them back!
And not appreciating the one who gave them!
And that's a fact!
Very few attempted,
To expand from their limited restrictions.
And embrace the change they faced.
They believed for them this would be a waste of time.
And in time...
They did waste their minds.
And the few who did not...
Knew as they grew! '
~Grandpa...
That was 'not' a Christmas Story! ~
'You told me to tell you a 'story'.
You said nothing about Christmas!
And besides...
Grandpa does the best he can.
And I want you to realize that! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rest In Peace
At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who needs others.
Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creeps in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.
You just don't get it.
I'm not here to stake my claim.
That has been already done over and over again,
over and over again, over and over again.
Witness the end.
I have a new design in mind.
One never seen before.
One step at time.
And it's mine to give, to share.
I give it freely no strings attached.
In someways I have long been detached from this very world.
A numbness that just won't go away.
At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who need others.
Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creep in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.
Night turns to day.
As the time continues to melt away.
Soon it is as if it was never there.
An empty shell will someday mark my grave.
Here lies a man with no name.
Let him rest in peace.
And this is something in life that is never permanently reached.
Soothing the savage beast.
The echo of newborns heart beat.
An angels whisper speaks to me.
In ways I can't seem to find the words to explain.
Re-energized I keep going on and on.
The breaking of a new dawn.
At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who need others.
Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creep in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.
STILL IIIITTTTTT NEVER FADESSS
Never fades.
Know your place and live in disgrace.
A abandon face.
Blotted out by black ink.
If you can't see him, does he even really exist?
A question of what we missed.
Following foot prints backwards.
Sometimes we see what we want to.
Did it really happen?
A dull cloudy sensation of a image.
Was it all in my mind?
Was it all in my mind?
At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who need others.
Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creep in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.
And it won't
Oh no it won't not in my entire life time
My life time.
Even if it's short and sweet.
The story of just being happy.
When smiles turn into tears in your eyes.
It just makes you want to die.
DIIIEEEE, DIIIEEEE, DIIIEEEE.
R.I.P To All Those I Ever Loved.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get
The more you ignore me
The closer i get
You're wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer i get
You're wasting your time
I will be
In the bar
With my head
On the bar
I am now
A central part
Of your mind's landscape
Whether you care
Or do not
Yeah, i've made up your mind
The more you ignore me
The closer i get
You're wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer i get
You're wasting your time
Beware !
I bear more grudges
Than lonely high court judges
When you sleep
I will creep
Into your thoughts
Like a bad debt
That you can't pay
Take the easy way
And give in
Yeah, and let me in
Oh, let me in
Oh let me ...
Oh, let me in
It's war
It's war
It's war
It's war
It's war
War
War
War
War
Oh, let me in
Ah, the closer i get
Ah, you're asking for it
Ah, the closer i get
Ooh, the closer i ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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Theme From
Empty words fired at me with an oral
cannon
WE WANNA BE HEARD!
Lousy jerks such bad breath I put the fan on
This is where we draw the line we're
sick of you wasting all our time
Talking about you you're given
something to revolve
WE WANNA BE SEEN!
You're given a clue a three piece
puzzle for you to solve
This is where we draw the line we're
sick of you wasting all our time
Game over you have played out your last card
WE WANNA DISAPEAR!
Constant looser a change for the better can't be that hard
This is where we draw the line we're
sick of you wasting all our time.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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Caught
As a child,
I remember the first time...
Playing hide-and-seek.
Peeking to duck.
That's all I knew to do.
I didn't want to be the one caught.
I thought my hiding places could not be seen.
With a thinking everything I said,
And where I could be would be believed.
I was a child and a child occupied my head.
And I would lie as I hid from others to hide.
But as a child I had no idea,
My attempts to fool and deceive...
Others much older than me already did.
It was as if I had been a plate of unclouded glass.
Hiding.
But everywhere I sought to hide...
Eventually I was caught.
I thought my hiding places could not be seen.
With a thinking everything I said,
And where I could be would be believed.
Until it dawned on me when I got older...
I was no longer a child seeking hiding places sought.
And I grew tired of that as I matured.
Tired I grew...
Of getting caught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mallerizers
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
When times were basic and simple,
With little being processed to digest...
To maximize the wasting of time.
People seem to have had enjoyable lives.
And healthy mentalities then.
And then the onslaught of quickness was introduced.
Sleaze and the filth of it and the convenience of fast food.
Producing minds addicted to chemicals.
And remedies to affix new seductions with cures attached,
To match cravings that appeal to diagnosed ailments.
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
On all levels were 'mallerizers' who have been hypnotized shop!
Nagged and dragging in sight with them are their 'mallitites'.
Note:
Mallerizers? Those who habitually shop in malls.
Those in training? Mallitites. Children of the mallerizers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Floating
No interest in confessing,
A depressed state of mind...
Others will have no time,
Trying to understand.
And that is understood!
These thoughts I have now...
Are like driftwood.
Seen floating.
As if it is on its own!
Something that had grown attached.
But overtime has become detached...
Released!
And roams disconnected.
Freed from a conformity bred!
Is it dead?
Has it in fact been rejected,
Instead?
Because it shows no life known,
Anyone could say they knew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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