Drugged In a Self Love
Change the title.
Leave the content unfulfilling.
Call yourself brilliant.
Applaud.
Develop your own audience.
And as long as you keep your taste,
To keep a redundancy in place.
You will always enjoy the sounds of your own clapping.
Feeling what you have done,
Deserves an ovation.
It's the stagnation of what you present,
That has you drugged in a self love...
Too obvious it goes unshared.
But then again...
What is done is based upon whims.
And not with depth reflected.
You have just but a surface...
Thinned by lack of purpose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The ten commandments of communication
The ten commandments of communication
Verify your ideas before clarification, as to whether the contents of your
communication will really serve the purpose of your communication. Consult others, where appropriate, the communication plan. This will help you decide the audience-based right content, flow, duration and location.
Make clear to the audience the true purpose of communication. Make it known to the audience as to what you want them to do after receiving the inputs from you. It can be just an act, can be an attitudinal change, can be drawing a strategy or plan of action.
Ensure you are in the right set of environment for the communication.
Communication is not effected just by words and gestures, but also by the quality of place where you communicate.
Take into confidence your audience. Encourage them to come out with their experience in the subject of communication. Accordingly polish your ways.
Be sure where to emphasize and where to dilute. Check yourself the
overtones and emphasis on messages conveyed, as audience may not notice.
Avoid being theoretical all through. Give practical examples. Enthuse
audience to come out with problems, connected with the subject and offer, if possible, practical solutions.
Follow up with what you communicate. Ensure audience is with you through the entire communication. Give no impression that you are evaluating their ability to absorb.
Demonstrate that you practice what you preach. Your past experiences may come handy.
Communicate for tomorrow, based on previous learning, enabling the audience visualize new horizons on the subject of communication.
Last, but not the least, seek not to be understood, but to understand. Be a good listener too.
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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With A Seeking Of An Audience
Why argue with those,
Who have found comfort...
In their own redundancy.
A fixed stubbornness...
Is not going to change.
Just as misery loves company.
And a mindset caught up in self destruction,
Loves nothing more than the attention given.
With a seeking of an audience to applaud.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Deserves So Much More
Her mom is a bitch
She deserves so much more
This is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
She deserves to have a good stable life
And not the shaky one she has now
She deserves a good and loving family
And not one that treats her like shit
That is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
Is it too much to ask
All she wants it to be loved
But no your in Wonder Land with Alice
Having a nice trip?
All she wants is to get what she deserves
And it sure as hell isn't you
That is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
Why do you think she wants to leave the place so soon
Hmm... Let me think
Oh its because of you
This is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
And it sure as hell isn't you
(4-25-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Surface Gliders
Surface gliders,
Desire to prove...
They can get by with sliding,
With no depth to penetrate.
And to do this for the rest of their lives...
To defy an age that eventually materializes.
But outdate becomes their philosophies.
And obvious is a stunting done,
To a maturity that never comes.
For them life is lived to acquire adulation.
And as long as they get by with sliding,
A purpose achieved has been won.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confessions Of A Mind
(hicks)
She goes away for a couple of days
So you phone a few number you fancy a change
You say youll miss her but deep down inside
There are thoughts of another girl waiting somewhere for you
Shes been away for a couple of days
The affairs werent so good so youre mending your ways
You realise that theres nobody else who can do what she does for you
You tell yourself dont be a fool
Dont let her go chase as hard as you can
Or youll be the loser
Swallow your pride you can still be a man
Shell never refuse you
She deserved to be loved, she wants to love you
If you went away you know shed be true, yes you do.
Baby I was lonely, still love you only, but I was a bad boy
Know you couldnt see me, thought youd never leave me, so I was bad boy
Even though Im trying, there is no denying I am just a bad boy
Met a little baby, thought she was a lady, still I was a bad boy
She gives me everything a girls supposed to do
She gives me everything still I cant be true
She gives me everything, she gives me everything
Going off to different places
All I see is different faces
I love them all but not like you
She deserves to be loved, she wants to love you
If you went away you know shed be true, yes you do.
She deserves to be loved - yes she does, you know she does
She deserves to be loved - even if she goes away
She deserves to be loved - no one else can take her place
She deserves to be loved - youll be the loser if you let her go
She deserves to be loved - she gives you everything a girls supposed to do
She deserves to be loved - you love them all but shes the one for you
She deserves to be loved - yes she does, you know she does
She deserves to be loved - even if she goes away
She deserves to be loved - no one else can take her place
song performed by by Hollies
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Relied Upon To Be Refreshing
Based upon content alone,
It is obvious to me...
Who is feeding those,
Who boldly plagiarize.
Look at the dates.
Titles and submissions,
Of the work that is done.
It's like the feeding of thieves!
They do not cook up any meal.
However...
They will demand a favorite taste to add,
To a menu.
And then do their best to convince anyone,
What ingredient is needed to have it savored.
Plagiarists are all over the place.
But innovation is always relied upon to be refreshing.
And those who originate,
Can not help but deliver the goods.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brotherly Help
Brotherly help can deem funny, as funnier,
And work may find out wonders of food,
Inside them, inner feelings show of the innate abilities.
By the audience, a stand has been taken by clapping -
We are not appalled at this worst concoction or notion,
This standing ovation.
Audience freezes at much of its gatherings,
Justice has a wheatfield all for growing in,
And more of the opposing factions can resent us further
For dropping our bread on the plate
By some murmur of growth, and the shot is fired.
Shot is the gun, found is the culprit of brotherly help.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dont Leave Her Lonely Too Long
(kostas/marty stuart)
Well my friend you ask me what to do
If I were you, and feeling blue
I know inside that you still care
You want her here, but shes out there
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
You still have time to change her mind
She needs to know, the way you feel
And there could be no better time
Youve got to show her your love is real
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Theres strangers waiting in line
To take your place and leave you behind
And then too late youll change your mind
Your heart will break a million times
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Shell be gone, gone, gone
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Respect It Deserves
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason!
Those believing a manipulation succeeds,
Eventually spend their lives...
In some form of recovery.
In an 'IF' wished.
Either a reflection is done,
On a waste of time committed.
Or a chase to catch up,
To escape from the past...
Is foolishly admitted.
In an 'IF' wished.
However one comes to interpret,
These times we live...
It is certain,
There has been an issuing...
Of duties to be done,
Based upon an alignment...
Of Cosmic assignments.
Most of which have gone ignored.
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason,
Beyond the limited depths of our understanding.
And...
As long as that becomes understood,
Those frustrations we face will be erased.
As long as this place we call Earth,
Begins to receive the respect it deserves.
We serve 'It'.
Much more than 'It' needs us to serve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes I read a script and it's obvious from early on that it's one where the suspension of disbelief has to develop strongly from page one. Some are more reality-based.
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Empowered
Do you read and leave,
Without feeling the content?
Do you receive the message...
That is left and meant?
Do you sit and contemplate,
What it is that is said?
Does anything stay connected...
In your head to reflect.
Every word selected has a purpose,
To affect.
Those emotions hidden deep.
To respect...
Not neglect.
Each of us are directed,
To use this gift we have to touch.
And if it is protected in honesty...
The delivery exposes an effectiveness,
The receiver can not reject.
Do you read and leave,
Without feeling the content?
Do you receive the message...
That is left and meant?
The you have become empowered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What They Do Best
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And those who are involved...
Have no qualifications to qualify anyone!
And that's what they do best!
'Could 'redundancy' be the purpose
To stifle those 'with' purpose,
On purpose? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Title
Give a title
Pursue it.
Giving title is in your hand
After giving title it is you
To go behind it.
Through this title
You are going to search truth
And the secret of truth
Though the title is
Not based on truth.
Title given on imagination
And imaginary world is not real world.
Without imagination
You can not go anywhere
You can not achieve anything.
It is your imagination
That pull and push you.
From the starting
You are wandering
With the title
You have given.
Unless you forget
All that are yours
You can not reach me.
Go not with anything.
Come to me only
Come to me in empty.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Performance art can involve the audience with taste, smell and sounds not available with electronic media and not practical with conventional theater. This is due to the usually small audience.
quote by Jack Bowman
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Whats Music? !
Music can change you
Can change your ways
Can change your life.
It's a special thing
We like for more that tunes
And for more than popularity.
we love it for happiness
It does make us happy
In more than one way.
It's taste to listen to it
It's fun to listen to it
It's cool to listen to it.
You enjoy it, you love it
I enjoy it
And I also love it.
Music can change you
Change your ways
Change your life.
poem by Maria Rumbol
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Standing Ovation
C' un mistero che non lo so
Quando ti vedo che cos'ho
Sento tremare lo stomaco
Qualcosa di profondo sai
Mi fa andar fuori di testa
Fuori di me
Io non capisco senza di te... (Oh no!?)
Il mondo che cos'?
Ho camminato per strade sai
Ho fatto cose che non dovrei
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te!
Standing ovation
ovation for you!
Ho passeggiato nel buio sai
ho vinto tutto e ho riperso poi
Ho visto cose fantastiche
Ho avuto donne bellissime
Nessuna ha mai chiarito se
Il mondo vero senza di te... (Oh no?)
Io credo di no!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you!
Standing ovation
Standing ovation per te
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
Ti ho mandato un messaggio ieri sera
sulla segreteria telefonica
sono dei fiori
No Ti ho pensato molto stamattina
Quando ho visto nascere il sole
Ti ho mandato subito un messaggino
Era: per te vorrei essere migliore
Standing ovation
Ovation for you
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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I Love You
I guess Im lucky
Its in my blook Ive got you and us two
Thats what Im thinking of
So youre moving into my place
Thats a 24 hour taste
Thats n ocan thats a case
This feeling I sure cant erase
I know it sound old
But I love you
I love you
So we seem a little young we have fun
Were friends were lovers
Who cares about those others
Already got fathers and mothers
Two can be a crew got plenty to do something to see
Look in my eyes baby
Believe me
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
Your pops dont like me
Your moms sure does
Shes seen the looks that I give you
Seen them enough
To know this aint no phase
Or some part time craze
Its a love affair that lasts during the weekdays
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
I believe in luck and money
Ive got ten bucks and a honey
I know Im lucky
Just look at you and me
Move on in move on in
That aint no sin
It aint gonna be a sin
When we turn the lights to dim
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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There For A Reason
Anyone choosing to go against a grain,
Believing that nicks seen in an established pattern...
Isn't noticed,
But gets pricked for efforts to remove them...
For a smoother surface.
Will learn soon enough...
To leave what appears obvious alone.
Since what is 'not' obvious to many,
May be there for a reason to condone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breathtaking
Why do I applaud them,
With enthusiasm in my standing ovation?
Did you just see that?
Their performance given...
Was absolutely brilliant.
The execution of presentation...
Superb.
Close to flawless.
The diction?
Eye contact?
And conviction with elecution?
Lifted me right out of my seat!
I have not witnessed such commitment,
To a staged production like this...
Since my parents tried to convince me,
Santa Claus was alive and well!
And that was after I saw them...
Wrapping up our Christmas gifts,
When my sister Mimmie and I were kids!
I felt compelled to applaud that!
It was the most remarkable piece of nonsense...
That came completely devoid of substance!
It was magical.
And for that...
I imagine,
Is one of the reasons...
All who stand are totally stunned.
We are shocked they pulled off this BS,
Without a single trace of reality.
None associated to depicting a way of life we now live.
Even though they want us to accept,
What they have delivered is a way of life that reflects.
That alone...
Is breathtaking!
And that was done with flag waving,
Ballons dropping.
Fireworks and a singing chorus.
Do you have any tissue?
I must dry my eyes!
That was marvelous.
One for the archives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alone
Surrounded by people
But so all alone
Feeling so lonely
No place to call home
Does he love me
When he is so cold
Do I have purpose
Shall I let this go on
I have no purpose
I am totally numb
To think he loved me
I was totally dumb
Love doesn't exist
In this house anyway
Home is where the heart is
And I have none!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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