Entertained By The Reproduction Of Limits
Mumbled whispers,
Always find their way...
To ears focused,
On treasured nonsense...
That feeds a decaying,
Of those lives entertained...
By the reproduction of limits.
Shared by those boxed in by them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Standard Sold As Solid Gold
There is more nonsense being rejected today,
Than any other time in people's lives.
And this is the very same nonsense once protected,
To defend...
When it was regarded as a valued commodity 'then'.
With a standard sold as solid gold to hold as it glistened.
But today...
A three dollar bill if found and freshly printed by a circus clown,
Under a tent and on the ground with its image on it...
Would be treasured as having more meaning and purpose,
By those unaware where they are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Motive Not To Be Provoked
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And there are people more devoted,
To keep their peace condoned.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
To get away from all the alibis.
And those who live their lives making up lies.
With so many to this committed.
As if there's benefit in it.
To change what they say in a minute.
This limits and this diminishes.
This limits and this diminishes.
People have a motive,
To be...
Alone!
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
To get away from all the alibis.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And those who live their lives making up lies.
To change what they say in a minute.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.
And...
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All
(traditional, adapted by ry cooder)
(d) - (a) - (e)
(a) we worked through spring and winter, through (d) summer and through (a) fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (e) steadiest of us all
It (a) worked on nights and sundays, it (d) worked each holiday
(e) settled down among us and it never went (a) away
The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all
(a) the farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until (e) fall
Then they (a) take him by the hand
And they (d) lead him from his land
And the (e) merchant is the man who gets it (a) all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until fall
With the interest rates so high
Its a wonder he dont die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
Well, the banker says hes broke and the merchant stops and smoke
But they forget that its the farmer that feeds them all
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
And theyd know that its the farmer that feeds them all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until fall
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, its a sin
cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Futurism
Ignorance pulls
Apostasy and apathy still rules
Yeah you know it's cool
Just suck and see
A future turn us into silent gods
And I won't miss you at all
Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins
Grounded
Boxed in
I am stuck with you
Fate can't decide
Alignment of the planets in your hands
Come on crush our plans
Just suck and see
A future that won't let you disagree
And I won't miss you at all
Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins
Grounded
Boxed in
Feeling feeling everything
Feeling feeling everything
song performed by by Muse
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Narrowed Perceptions
Sheltered and narrowed perceptions accept,
Success and achievement one expects to get...
Is a doting done by someone who comes,
To flatter them with comments done...
With an increasing of an ego that feeds,
On a feasting releasing adored and idol praise.
'Of course,
All of this is nonsense! '
Retorts the one who player hates.
And continuing to say with hints of jealousy...
'None of that which I do,
Can take place without strict discipline.
Or without focused determination too.
Since little time is given to reflect,
On the wearing of titles to puff up one's chest.'
~These medals I wear are heavy around my neck.
Would you mind carrying a few of them,
To enable me to stand up straight and correct? ~
'What do I look like to you?
A coat rack? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take Your Eyes Off Of My Treasured Space
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
Hopefully with less curiousity...
As to what your decorating additions will be.
There will be none.
I have all the fun I've had,
Doing what you see myself.
And in the doing of it,
Was one of the best experiences I've had!
Enjoyed with no one else.
It was such a selfish joy!
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
With an understood appreciation...
How glad I was to have you visit with me.
But you staying here is out of the question!
Although the time together,
Was enjoyable and well spent.
Give my regards to 'old' Broadway.
And other streets on which we played.
Back in the 'day'.!
There is nothing like a peace of mind,
I can find in any room I choose!
The air is fresh and absent of attitudes.
Sometimes just to sit in silence,
Energizes me with motivation.
Give me a call.
Maybe one day we can do lunch.
And exchange more of our fantasies!
While reminiscing as we munch,
And free from any temptation to aggravate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The nonsense woman
The nonsense woman lives in our street
She really is not a pleasure to meet
She goes on and on about her cat Mylogie
And makes our day quite foggy
The nonsense woman went to the shops
That was just before she drops
Her cat Mylogie
And got quite soggy
The nonsense woman found another cat
The cat sat on her mat
She called it Tinker
Who was a bit of a stinker
The nonsense woman lay in bed
But to her lonliness and dread
Tinker and Mylogie were both gone
So these days she won't even eat a scone
Very much to our relief
She has got so much grief
She won't even come out her house
And all day is a quiet as a mouse
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To Address As A Valued Standard Formality
People do not want to hear the truth.
Not as it is apply to the activity of reality.
Nor do they want to take time to listen...
With a patience to comprehend,
Anything mentioned to them...
That may be detrimental to their lives.
And with a quickness they find ways,
To fantasize.
However...
A complaining without an end to this,
Many will do...
After learning they have been deceived.
And these very same people,
Do their best to impress with pretensions.
To address as a valued standard formality.
They don't call this deception.
This is preferred to be called social etiquette.
Intermixing with others also associated,
With the giving of false appearances.
As a feeding of nonsense fed is shared between them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Become Suspicious Of This
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Like A Truth Versus Nonsense
A content achieved,
Can not compete...
With envy and jealousy.
That conquest has been in motion,
For quite some time now.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
And when minds are focused,
Upon mediocrity to sell...
It will be marketed and done well,
To minimize the effectiveness...
Of content and its influence.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
Eliminating an obvious contrast not admitted.
With consequences to ultimately face to pay.
And sacrificing what is best to appease.
To forget the original concept,
Is an acceptance considered as a normal process.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Was
It was all that had been wanted,
Back then.
When wishes seemed easier to dream,
And to get.
It was all that had been asked for,
With an anticipation for it to arrive.
And when it was delivered,
It came as no surprise.
It was focused with a wish to be wanted.
There was a time many remember lived,
At a much slower pace.
When a time that was,
Didn't seem that far away.
And the confessing of love shared,
Was there to stay.
And when something 'was' loved,
The meaning of it had been meant.
But today what 'was' is easily forgotten,
The moment when something appears...
To be quickly taken by one's theft of it.
'It took years of an emotional investment,
To establish that relationship.
And in seconds someone else,
With looks and promises and nothing more...
Came along to destroy its value.
To replace it with accepted nonsense.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are going to put out a boxed set thing, but I don't want to do it yet. I want to wait until we're 45 and we're bitter and broke. Then, we'll put out the comprehensive Ween boxed set.
No Limits
One life - never been a riddle
Black nights - live it to the max
Its all extremely done
No way - to colonise the middle
Ride hard - desperadoes at your back
Under a blood red sun
In this world - up to us
We stand or we fall - yeah
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits - no limits all the way
Gear up - life is what we make it
Rock hard - shaft it to the top
Weve only just begun
Suns up - were gonna do some shakin
Break out - we give it all we got
Make way cause here we come
In this world we decide
To answer the call - yeah
We got no limits, ...
Power n riches n rank
Mean nothing at all
Render the game to the en
Once and for all - once and for all - yeah
We got no limits, ...
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits
Evrybody live the life
song performed by by U. D. O.
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In The Movie Of The Mind...
to get back the substance of
my meaning
i must learn to speak the wisdom
of nonsense
you laugh and it only in the absurdity of your
childish laughter
that you get back what is long due you
that understanding
that there is actually nothing great that
amazes us
into belief
into the appreciation of the apparel of life
its accessories
there are no earrings to the
ears of mankind
there are only ears missing what it must
rightly hear
to get back the real meaning of my existence
i must believe in nothing
i must float in air
and this is what they call as soul
ghost
winds, sighs, whispers
sweet nothings
i take back meaning and i throw away everything
that i have collected in my hands
i hold emptiness now
and so i have become so full
it is this irony
this paradox that makes reality
one is not one and earth is never earth
thoughts can never be thoughts
dog to dog, dust to dust
when we speak again try to find out what is in our mouth
i am opening my mouth now
you laugh, it is still the same tongue
same teeth
there is nothing about this philosophy
there is only this restlessness that looks for a seat
in the dark, waiting that somehow this is another movie house
and there is coming
the next show.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lost As A Treasured Experience
If it was not meant to be taken seriously,
None of it would have been given to be taken
With a purpose to receive,
And comprehend its meaning.
Instead of comprehending the meaning of it,
It has been left to sit
As of its existence is there to provide,
One a uselessness.
And one who has decided,
That all there is to it was to use
Until the nourishment from it was exhausted.
Then an exhaustion from taking it for granted
Leaves.
If
It was not meant to be taken seriously,
What is the purpose for any of it to exist.
Just to please the existing of the unimportance,
To prioritize an increasing toleration of nonsense.
And
If nonsense continues to increase,
The purpose of witnessing any of this
Diminishes in value to be lost as a treasured experience.
Never to have been found worthy of its priceless blessing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whispers
We have to speak in whispers
for fear someone might hear
our words that we want private.
It is a dreadful thing to have to do
if our secrets we want to keep
of how we desperately feel,
so we talk in whispers
that no one else can hear
in case our every word is drawn
to make comment on.
Therefore, when we talk to one another
it has to be in whispers
so no one can over hear,
our movements are scrutinized
and our conversations listened to.
Soon it will be over
and our lives can once again
begin to resume.
Until then we talk in whispers
so no one else can hear.
21 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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If' We Focused and Dared
On 'this' side,
Of our daily lives...
So many chances come to us,
To reflect.
So many chances come to us,
To accept or reject...
And/or decide,
The direction of our lives.
On 'this' side,
We can...
If we wish,
Choose to cry, sigh or create alibis...
Over 'that' we can not change.
Many make claims,
So much for them remains the same.
Revolving in slow motion.
On 'this' side...
We can slip,
Dip and slide...
Into regular doses of misery,
Profused in dripping sweat.
Proving to all...
We are doing the best we can,
For the expected results we get.
And we can try hard to hide,
On 'this' side...
Every last borrowed sorrow.
Or...
We can TAKE PRIDE in who we are!
To make 'that' a goal,
For us to consciously accomplish!
As a means of assurance to complete,
And get done...'if', we focused and dared.
On 'this' side,
We can...
If we wish,
Correct and not dismiss...
Events of nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accept what You can't Change!
If sun is too hot,
accept it,
It is summer, drink water when thirsty,
one can at most keep himself cool,
Not the
entire world!
If it is raining heavy,
Either open your umbrella,
Or just move under roof,
One can't spread umbrella,
Over whole world!
If it is chilling cold of winter,
Falling snow make you sure,
Wear a coat or move near fireplace,
One can't burn whole towns or forest
to keep whole world warm!
learn limits of temporal soul,
bear it, accept it and live,
Happy with your own,
Hurricanes and storms,
Tempests or drought,
one has to transcend,
Transforming his own,
May whatever fight one has to fight,
Greatest is that fight,
fight against own,
Greatest fight ever fought!
May it to fight for living,
may it to change something,
Or may to accept things,
The fight is always on,
Fight of Self against non self,
fight of sense against nonsense,
If one wants to live fightless,
Live to learn to find sense in nonsense,
nonsense or sense that all is in you,
Chose to fight or to surrender,
One has to pay for what willfully done,
Need not pay for what is natural!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Selective Discrimination
It's not noticed until focused upon.
And only then it is said nothing is perfect.
Those on tour buses view landscaped vistas.
Boxed lunches are issued.
Some had ordered sandwiches with mayonaisse.
Others complained of receiving pickles
Without lettuce!
In the distance it was observed,
Millions of people roaming in fields!
They were declared blossoms of a new season!
They were photograped that way!
Selective discrimination works!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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