Dressed In Personas
Yes...
You may come in to sit and chat!
You may come in...
Feel welcomed and relaxed.
You are invited to explore beliefs,
Released from tensions created by deceit.
I will not greet you with conceit,
Or provide an atmosphere teased to defeat!
I too have known flight from misunderstanding.
And I stood my ground...
When I found I refused to fail my mission
To be unconditionally 'me'!
And I learned how upsetting that can be...
For those still dressed
In personas that keep them hidden,
Cloaked and tested.
Yes...
You may come in to sit and chat!
I recognize where you are at!
And it feels so good we both are here...
Without seeking direction.
Focused with introspection free,
And undenied.
Being who we are...
Unthreatened with nothing to hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Pressure'
Back Chat Back Chat
You burn all my energy
Back Chat Back Chat
Critising all you see
Back Chat Back Chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Oh yeah see what you've done to me
Back Chat Back Chat
You're driving me insane
It's a battle to the end, knock you down you
come again
Talk back, talk back you've got me on the rack
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Fat chance I have of making a romance
If I'm ever to get the last word in
Take it from there
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Back Chat Back Chat
You burn all my energy
Back Chat Back Chat
Critising all you see
Back Chat Back Chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Wake up stand up and drag yourself on out
Get down get ready
Scream and shout
Back off be cool
And learn to change your ways
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
song performed by by Queen
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Back Chat
Back chat back chat
You burn all my energy
Back chat back chat
Critising all you see
Back chat back chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Oh yeah see what youve done to me
Back chat back chat
Youre driving me insane
Its a battle to the end, knock you down you
Come again
Talk back, talk back youve got me on the rack
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Fat chance I have of making a romance
If Im ever to get the last word in
Take it from there
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Back chat back chat
You burn all my energy
Back chat back chat
Critising all you see
Back chat back chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Wake up stand up and drag yourself on out
Get down get ready
Scream and shout
Back off be cool
And learn to change your ways
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
song performed by by Queen
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Cloaked and Hidden Agenda
You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think your creepiness comes to bother me?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.
I've got a remedy to chill the heat,
Of that cloaked and hidden agenda.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
When you free that hidden agenda.
My mind is not blinded or fast asleep.
I see right through you and I don't have to peep.
That repeated game will be your defeat.
With that cloaked and hidden agenda!
You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.
I've got a remedy to chill the heat.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
But I'll beat that hidden agenda!
Those tactics that you use will be put to bed.
With everything you've done and everything you've said.
And I'm going to be the one to end your dread.
And your cloaked and hidden agenda!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out of your depth
Look… through the windowpane!
All in a streamline!
Sitting on top of the corporate world roof!
Differing from being on the road!
Chat…chat…chat…chat…chat!
The shape of modern mental is not speaking!
Eighty percent harshly lashed to rags! ’
Throw mind concert of silver sand,
a play of golf on a private jet!
With a tale on classified earth globe,
ambition becomes entirely lawful!
Money does not have colour!
What is of Pirate, fights in Sahara!
Sailing unreasonably through season chats!
poem by Gloria Seseng
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Ten Minutes Aint Enough
Ten minutes aint enough,
No!
To have my needs satisfactorily pleased.
Ten minutes aint enough.
Ten minutes aint enough!
Ten minutes aint enough,
No!
To know what I want before it leaves.
Ten minutes aint enough.
Ten minutes aint enough!
There has to be a bit of teased acquaintance.
With a chat that sits.
There has to be a bit of teased acquaintance.
With eyes that are fixed.
And not drifting.
Ten minutes aint enough,
No!
To have my needs satisfactorily pleased.
Ten minutes aint enough.
Ten minutes aint enough!
Ten minutes aint enough,
No!
To know what I want before it leaves.
Ten minutes aint enough.
Ten minutes aint enough!
Some may wish a quick...
Beginning that swiftly ends.
With nothing to explore.
But an exit out a door!
Ten minutes aint enough,
No!
To know what I want before it leaves.
Ten minutes aint enough.
Ten minutes aint enough!
There has to be a bit of teased acquaintance.
With a chat that sits.
There has to be a bit of teased acquaintance.
With eyes that are fixed.
And not just there to lift and drift.
Ten minutes aint enough,
No!
To have my needs satisfactorily pleased.
Ten minutes aint enough.
Ten minutes aint enough!
Ten minutes aint enough,
No!
To know what I want before it leaves.
Ten minutes aint enough.
Ten minutes aint enough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talk More Talk
A master can highlight the phrases,
Sleasy instruments, half talked, half baked ideas...
Dad, you didnt say o.k....
The window was open, outside was a spaceship,
(a master can highlight the phrases) it took off into the sky
Leaving a trail of smoke behind it...
Short of the standard. was it the sun?
What was rehearsal? conventional drum?
Not quite a hundred. less that a ton.
Clearly the time came, the plan had begun.
With talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat. Im happy to do it for you...
Developed since earlier days at the school
Cheapest sensations were used as a rule.
Outstanding to memory, major free flow.
Bio-degradable, look out below for...
Talk, more talk, oh I love to hear the gentle sound
Of conversation sprinkled around
A room where I can be at one with you for...
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat,
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat. happy to do it for you...
Im happy to do it for you... Im happy to do it for you,
Im happy to do it, Im happy to do it... Im happy to do it for you.
Digital organ, finishing stretch, instrumentation, analogue gretsch.
Not quite a thousand, lower than that.
Possible bargain for listening at that...
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Im happy to do it for you...
All you want is a handyman and all you want is quick service.
Because Im a house owner. Im a house owner.
It may be worth something someday.
I hear water going through the pipes.
I dont actually like sitting down music. music is idea.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
A master can tell, highlight the phrases his words to digress
Grey flannel trousers... grey flannel trousers.
A blazer and grey flannel trousers.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Lonely Days
Woke up this morning early
and switched my computer on.
Messenger came up on the screen
and it showed I was available to chat,
but no one wanted to chat to me.
Several friends were available
and I waited and hoped to see
that one of them might want a chat with me.
Sadly none of them did.
So I sat and played a couple of games
and watched the hours pass slowly away.
Only junk mail came into my inbox,
but no messages from my friends.
It seemed no one wanted to speak to me.
I got on and did some work I had to do
and started to feel forgotten, asking myself
where had all my friends had gone.
Maybe tomorrow or the day after that
someone might remember me and want a chat,
but I am not going to hold my breath on that.
I’ll just have to pick up my pen and write a little more.
26 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Chat Ananas
Un ananas
L la nage
Revient vers moi
Dans lorage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Un ananas
Plein de courage
Dans son sirop
Flotte et nage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Ananas - roi
Des gouttires dor
Ananas - chat
Tu tendors
Ananas - roi
De mes rves forts
Ananas - chat
Aux yeux dor
Un ananas
Et davantage
Ne pense qu moi
Quand il nage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Ananas - roi
Des gouttires dor
Ananas - chat
Tu tendors
Ananas - roi
De mes rves forts
Ananas - chat
Aux yeux dor
Mon ananas
Chat dtage
L dans mes bras
Rve et nage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Chat ananas
Bien moi
song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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Can’t Breathe This Greed Industrialization
atmosphere
provide
oxygen
atmosphere
provide
carbon dioxide
atmosphere provide
for plants animals
seal in an ecosystem
atmosphere
guardian part
of water cycle
complex interactions
elements in atmosphere
without atmosphere
there would
be possible
no life at all
give me a little
of my God given air
of my God created air
give me a little
so i may breathe in renewed
complex wonder of creation
pollution sticks in my throat
burns eyes throat burns
mankind is burning creation
can’t breathe this
greed
industrialization
give
me less greenhouse
gases
earth pump
as God created
engineered
give me
a little
clean air
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If God Was Not With Me
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And a family I think is the best.
And trust me...
There is a lot of love to go around.
So much of it...
I realize,
More is still to be uncovered and found.
And as I reflect those taken steps,
Some made I regret.
I have never yet to meet,
An obstacle that stopped the movement of my feet.
Or a challenge created masquerading as my defeat.
Andrea, Tammy, Lisa and I...
Were encouraged to live our separate lives.
Early my identity was molded.
And I held onto beliefs...
My dreams were no bigger,
Than I could make them!
And I can now admit to this...
Having been blessed,
Not to lay all my eggs in one nest to rest.
Or get upset by mistakes I've made!
And glad a few cracks,
Only appeared in two or three baskets.
With ambition as my mission.
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And I have found the willingness to forgive,
Without regret to forget my failures.
Knowing my own success,
I would not realize...
If God was not with me to open my eyes.
Or provide me breath to breathe,
I would not recognize any achievement.
Or believe deeds done I could do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fabric of Thought
When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.
What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told,
Just to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!
When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.
In such distrusting hidden ways.
What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!
One soundly is led to believe...
A way of life lived,
Leaves and gives a respected ease.
Secured in a tight knit fit of safety!
Only to exposing,
A fabric of thought...
Woven and quilted into mindsets.
And taught by those insecure!
And supressing...
A denied contempt for themselves.
That is...
Cloaked!
Within a stitching of hypocrisies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vancouver
Released as b-side of many too many single, 1978.
She packed her bags and dressed
Long before the sunrise
No one knew
She told them many times
About how she would teach them
And now its time
Standing quietly by the door
Her face is numb with fear
She stops and then goes on
Leave forever - its now or never
Quickly walking down the street
Its cold and grey, dawns breaking
She dont mind (she dont mind)
Why she feels so grown up now
Her life is just beginning
She dont know (she dont know)
Shes standing in the pouring rain
Her make-ups running down
She wonders now shes here
Where will I go? who do I know?
Now, now shes not quite so sure
I may be wrong but home seems so much more friendly now
And they might worry but she doesnt want them to
Cos causing pain, thats not the thing that she set out to do
So shes back in bed before
Anyone can miss her
She feels good (she feels good)
Knowing the chance was there
Deciding not to take it
Thats her choice (thats her choice)
Shes still awake, her mum comes in
Me and dad, weve had a chat
And were sorry for the things we said
Please forgive us - you wouldnt leave us?
song performed by by Genesis
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Life In A Glass House
once again im in trouble with my only friend
she is papering the window panes
she is putting on a smile
living in a glass house
once again packed like frozen and battery hens
think of all the sraving millions
dont talk politics and throw stones
your royal highnesses
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
well of course i'd like to stay and chew the fat
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
but someones listening in
once again
we are hungry for a lynching
thats a strange mistake to make
you should turn the other cheek
living in a glass house
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
well of course i'd like to stay and chew the fat
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
and only only only
there someone listening in.
song performed by by Radiohead
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Smile Killers
Some folks stay miserable.
They could turn their efforts,
Into a viable industry.
They are in a vortex that sucks,
Any happiness around that thrives.
Nothing is ever right with them.
Try extending good wishes...
And you'll be seeking quickly,
A place to hide.
Or a churning of the stomach is felt inside.
And they seem to be everywhere,
These smile killers.
Preying on one's joy.
And proud they are to be gifted to do it!
And don't befriend them,
Don't you dare.
As soon as they are spotted...
Be aware.
They will greet you with a negative comment.
Immediately felt polluting the atmosphere.
As if they are on a mission.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Directness
I've been in the real world for too long,
And have very little patience...
With those adults,
Who now wish to explore their appetites
To live their lives!
A reality has bit them.
And now they see no choice,
But to cooperate.
That's cool!
However...
Those foolish things,
I've been accused by them of doing...
Throughout my life?
With critiscms they delighted to express.
To cause at times my unhappiness.
As I got my life on track?
To nourish myself with a comprehension,
I once lacked!
Those very things have assisted in my maturity.
With an understanding,
They now know they have not addressed?
And does not provide them a wholesomeness,
That I feel that is mine after being tested!
And that comes with everything I have earned.
I can not share this...
To spare them of their hurdles!
With their fresh awakenings!
I am not here to provide them,
With a scenic tour!
To have 'their' lives lived,
Filled with simple things!
I am not a magician!
Although my pace on my path,
Has been corrected with introspection.
And my directness placed as I step...
Needs no explanation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith Proves
Faith proves complex when tested
Sweet when manifested
Faith fills needs to break through
Tested it seemly sinks to depths blue
Faith is a glowing light in a dark tunnel
Faith tested is a dead ending channel
Faith is a destined escape
Faith tested loses all form and shape
Faith is the cry to all battles
Yet tested falls about in loose shambles
Faith is wholesome and complete
Yet tested it feels so much like defeat
Faith moves mountains
Faith tested seems like bondage constrains
Faith is a well planted seed
Yet tested the feeling is hopeless indeed
poem by Wes Mbanje
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Higher Ground
No.
You are wrong.
I make no attempts,
To criticize your standards...
Of a lifestyle you prize.
Not I.
My eyes do not hide,
Jealousy as a motive.
However...
The fallout occurring,
That you believe I should endure...
Does pollute the fresh air,
I remembered once there...
Before your campaign began,
To rid the atmosphere...
Of corrupted beliefs!
Had I known...
You practiced deceit,
I would have kept my feet moving...
To higher ground.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tip For The Day
Somewhere in your conversation,
You have forgetten to mention...
It was you who took my attention,
And walked out on me!
You weren't around,
To see how low I had gotten.
Or what it took for my slow recovery!
Struggles to maintain my dignity and faith,
Brought demonic smiles upon some faces.
You provided liberties to humiliate and disgrace me.
And I asked God to forgive you and my thoughts.
As well as the hatred within me I could not shake.
Or seem to chase.
While I faked and masqueraded my heartache!
So by chance today we meet!
And I greet you with self-assuredness,
Proudly standing on my feet.
You appear to me to be weakened...
And abused by a defeat!
You feel that I am thoughtless,
Self-centered and full of my own conceit?
Those 'niceities' expressed,
Do not feed my appetite!
I would not say I am thoughtless at all!
For several years I've given you much thought!
I remember your tantrums and attitudes.
And the misery you brought!
And then one day,
You and they were released completely.
And every lesson I have learned,
You have taught!
I would say you had been quite the teacher for me.
Leaving me something I had not sought!
Self-centered?
I can never be that way.
My wishes, wants and needs...
Have released you from my dreams once displayed.
In days now gone!
Whatever the desire is that keeps you fantasizing...
Don't let them hurt you,
Or desert you in promises unkept...
Or distanced from being ever fulfilled.
If you have to become bitter to overcome disappointment?
Do whatever it takes to get your emotions completely healed.
That's my 'Tip For The Day' as a motto for my life.
Feel free to use it!
Now go away!
My happiness is being irritated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something About THAT
The various messages sent,
Have always invited confusion.
Whether or not intented or meant.
OR prevent the increase of misunderstanding.
Who will begin to examine from where,
These tensions created to never end.
Those of devout and faithfulness profess,
A strict adherence to a Christianity confessed.
Although a kept alliance with their closest ally,
Who declared and named them all Christians...
From the beginning when Jesus was 'then' a Jew,
Are not themselves Christians at all.
Or admit to beliefs in the doctrines of God.
'What are you implying with your remarks? '
I am not 'implying anything.
I base my statement on a religious fact.
If you knew anything about your history,
You should have known 'something' about THAT!
Those who are Baptist,
Sing about 'Zion'.
The Jewish homeland that is symbolic of Judaism.
What does it mean...
When they sing we're marching upward to Zion?
Why do conflicts exist if not in our minds they sit?
'What are you implying with your remarks? '
I'm not implying anything at all.
I'd just like to know from where these conflicts start.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Flight
Head on down the highway
Across the county line,
Ive had my fill of small town thrills
Gonna leave it all behind.
Free flight, free flight.
Im careless in my loving,
Shameless in my style,
If I get caught by the short n curlies
Ill just hide out for awhile.
Free flight, free flight.
On an on the road goes on
Itll go on forever,
An just the same Ill live my life,
Hell bent for leather.
Free flight, free flight.
Heaven knows its driving me crazy,
Its a feeling inside.
Heaven knows its in my blood
As long as I try, I just cant deny.
Free flight, come tomorrow dawn youll find me gone.
Free flight, make no bones about it, Im moving on.
Free flight, free flight, free flight.
Free flight, free flight, free flight.
Head on down the highway
Suitcase in your hand,
When you get down with your feet on the ground
I know youll understand.
Free flight, free flight.
Heaven knows its driving me crazy,
Its a feeling thats driving me wild.
Heaven knows its in my blood,
Fool if you try, you just cant deny.
Free flight, come tomorrow dawn youll find me gone.
Free flight, make no bones about it, Im moving on.
(solo)
Free flight, free flight, free flight...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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