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Entitled to Do This

To deny that their greed,
Has depleted all quality of life.
Is to admit that those homeless and starving...
Enforced by a few,
Feeling entitled to do this...
Had been acceptable and alright!

They've been clearly on a mission,
To diminish with racism and division.
And these acts have been barbaric.
Yet they have by them been cherished.

The plug has been pulled,
On once closed eyes now wide open.
They never conceived, perceived or believed,
They would someday become victims.
Or cloaked in their own deceit,
And left defeated and broken.

And even in the moments,
Nearing towards their end...
They still choose to point fingers,
At those long ostracized...
From a way of life,
They themselves have brought to an end.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Their Point Of View

There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences.
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.

There will always be those who choose to see life,
And the struggles others endure...
From movies, widening TV screens,
Or binoculars used as they peer from behind trees...
To validate a faking of a wisdom often to be argued,
With the ones who have received their completed lessons...
Taught fresh from the trenches to prove with wounds,
They did not sit to observe someone else fighting their battles.

There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences, either!
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.

And others will volunteer as a sacrifice to feel as a duty,
To assist in securing freedoms for all as promised.
With a few who will come to assist in providing comfort,
Or express an appreciation and with respect...
To the ones who will always associate life,
With a feeling of mental and physical pain for their efforts.
And this is the view many refuse to acknowledge.
Since to do it they will have to admit a reality exists.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Not Worthy to Deceive

If I came to the aid of my neighbor struggling...
Would I be then declared a socialist?
If I offered shelter to those homeless and hungry,
Would I be a liberal?
With an agenda that was 'leftist'?

In these United States,
When I was taught to pledge alligence...
To a white and red star encrusted flag.
I believed myself and others together...
To be patriotic and of this we were glad.

But as I look upon this land,
With a separateness done.
And racism to overcome!
I'm stunned by the selfishness,
Of those whose interests...
Are only to feed their greed.
And leave others on the street,
With nothing to eat!

If I came to the aid of my neighbor struggling...
Would I be then declared a socialist?
If I offered shelter to those homeless and hungry,
Would I be a liberal?
With an agenda that was 'leftist'?
And would I care if the 'haves'
Stop to stare at me as if I were trash?
And when they prepare to go to sleep at night...
Are they aware I rest peacefully,
With my eyes closed tight?

I doubt it.
They perceive of me,
As someone not worthy to deceive.
And certainly I'm not a 'conservative'...
Motivated by division and isolated by greed.

'Remember when political choices,
Were either Republican or Democrat?
Now there are subdivisions with divisions within them.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Throw Them Out

Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
They've been warned before,
To produce drastic changes...
Or they would experience closed doors.

Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
What will it take before their faking ends?
No bones have they thrown from their feasting,
Like fat hogs on their private jets...
Flying in to beg politicians in Washington!

How you seen the communities where these big industries are?
Have you observe the suffering
Who are the homeless and can not afford cars?
These fat cats who drink their scotch and smoke big cigars...
Could care less about their own mess they have created.
Or who is left to bare a lifetime of scars!

They profess that millions will lose jobs,
And a way of life if they aren't bailed out!
Those millions are now trapped in debt.
Trying to squeeze payments...
To feed these crooks of twisted mouths!

Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
They've been warned before,
To produce drastic changes...
Or they would experience closed doors.

Closed them and locked them out!
And let those competent...
Apply those changes.
Leaving those sleaze and greasy beasts,
To earn their keep.
Regardless of who among them pouts!
Throw them out!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eternally Fortified

There is a place...
Deep within the crevices,
Of their recessed minds!
Where they perceived themselves envied.
Conditioned to believe they were in possession,
What others wanted to take.
Others wanted so badly...
They felt a need to defend themselves,
With weapons and attitude.

They believed themselves highly educated.
Although a few...
Even with degrees,
Could comprehend, read or write.
Even fewer than that,
Had common sense.
And those who did express it,
Were feared!
Even though rarely used.

One day when they awakened,
To address what had been rumored,
As 'reality'!
They found their greatness gone.
They discovered those they despised...
Could care less who they were.
In fact...
They had the better lives!

'Where is my mink, Harry?
Is it still in storage? '

Who tricked these people into beliefs,
Of nonsense?
Who damaged their minds?
And left them quite densed?
Whose standards and quality of life,
Depleted over night?

'Certainly not mine.
I still have tons of caviar! '

Who finally discovered they had worshipped,
Decadence and greed?
Who finds they are economically busted?
With a sick point of view...
That has left them to grieve?

'Harry...
Is that 'you' in there,
Doing that Orson Welles imitation?
I wish you would stop it.
It's so annoying.
Come help me select fabric,
For drapes.'

And...
Even if they solicited,
No where would they discover...
Anyone to show them,
Empathy or sympathy!
And even with this acknowledged...
They 'still' perceived themselves,
The envy of those filled with jealousy!

'That's a 'keeper'.
I love that line.'

Even those who loaned them money.
And owned everything they had!
Including their property and mentalities!
Did not express sadness.

'Don't worry!
They will never take away our racism!
And 'that' we will keep eternally fortified.
We must remain encouraged!
We must...
Maintain our birthright.
Let us now descend,
Within the bowels of our caves!

These theme parties are getting more extravagant.

You're going to love what I did.
I had a designer to do each room,
To my specifications.
So authentic!
You are not going to believe the detail.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Acts of Treason

When the applause leechers speak,
One relies and upholds a redundancy spoken...
While the other defies covered up lies.
And chooses to leave behind mindless speeches...
Repeating how a quality of life,
Is not depleting in a blight...
Churning in a spiral within one's sight!
And heading down the tubes...
Quicker than those excited,
Riding towards the end of a waterslide
That delights!

And obvious are real issues distracted,
By the color of one's skin.
These divisions of race...
For some seem never to end.

As dreams and visions once valued...
Are kept masked by archaic remarks.
Heated to inflame the sparking of debate.
An issue for some that satiates their hunger.

One keeps harping on the lack of experience of the other.
While major changes are clearly needed.
Before it's too late.
What comes that affects everyone,
Has little or nothing to do with one's race.

One tries to hide a greed that has depleted...
With a deceit that has succeeded.
The other defends an honesty.
And represents those feeling betrayed.
Those now facing,
Overwhelming disgrace.
That can not replace their thoughts...
That have brought upon them,
Masked acts of treason!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Me

Leave Me ~ New Edition
I know it comes as no suprise, that I....
am so in love with u
When I think of us two, I start feelin' blue
Somethin' that I gotten used to
But lately.. I must admit
Times have been been hard
Put a strain and pain on my heart
As much as it hurts to say these words
I think that it's best for u to
Leave me... Live ur life
Don't worry.. I will be alright
In no time.. u'll find someone
who's better than I
Go now.. don't u cry
I'll always.. be right by ur side
Maybe someday we'll get another try
Oh yeah...
It seems as tho.. Everytime I speak
Ur name.. I get weak
Cuz I imagine, before I go to sleep
That u are right here with me
Somebody told me, u can't appreciate..
What u got until... it is gone
But they were so wrong, cuz I have cherished u
It's just that I'm not the one... u, yeah...
Leave me... Live ur life
Don't worry.. I will be alright
In no time.. u'll find someone
who's better than I
Go now.. don't u cry
I'll always.. be right by ur side
Maybe someday we'll get another try
(Bridge)
Deep down inside
(Please hear me now)
You expect so much
(that's why i'm hurting inside)
And I don't even
(No.. not at all)
Feel appreciated for my efforts girl
(It feels like we've grown apart)
(And I dont know if we... could handle)
the trouble.......
(If not it's gonna hurt me to see u)
Leave me... Live ur life
Don't worry.. I will be alright
In no time.. u'll find someone
who's better than I
Go now.. don't u cry
I'll always.. be right by ur side
Maybe someday we'll get another try
Leave me... Live ur life
Don't worry.. I will be alright
In no time.. u'll find someone....

song performed by by New Edition
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Legislated

Why are people so upset about their way of life collapsing?
Even someone feeding at a feast,
Should become tired of their gluttony.
And those who ate...
Made sure it was exclusively done!
By shutting out those who were 'disadvantaged'.
Those across the nation who became homeless.
And suffering from hunger...
Were the ignored ones!

And now that standards and values,
Of thieves are collapsing...
Perhaps diseases like cancer will also come to an end.
With racism and division,
A lesson learned that finally sinks in!

Those who choose to live abusing others...
Will eventually know pain and suffering,
For them to begin!
As nothing done is without a return that comes!
And that applies to deceit and lies,
Of those who feed while caring less...
Who's blood they bleed,
Including their own!
With such infectiousness.

When sickness like theirs is legislated,
And shown to be an enactment...
To bait and satiate.
A process condoned becomes clearly known.
And a fate that awaits awakens them too late!

Stand back to get the full effectiveness,
Of this madness that unravels...
As it attacks!
Without a sign of empathy revealed or given back!
Since no one is left unaffected,
Feeling that to give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Like A Child Would

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight.

Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.

And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.

Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight,
With a hindsight now that frightens.

And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And like a child would...
People who deceived now deny.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking All The Rules

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.

Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.

Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.

You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.

I can feel it!

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ivy Leaguers Who Cheat

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?

Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.

Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
Reflect...
A people who've been taught,
To feed greed.

And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem On Recession

A family left homeless
Starving in the cold
Robbed of all they had
Through no fault of their own

They cling to the wealth care
Of a now broken state
A country on it knees
Pleading for some aid

Gone the heady days
When succession bells rang out
Another account closed
Another business bought

All paid for in loans
A promise that was not kept
So many turned a blind eye
And did not see what came

All that once being built
Was without any foundation
Once the first began to fall
It was like a pack of cards

Now the world it seems
Is all but at the very end
Another footnote posted
In a countries obituary

A family homeless, starving
Who have done no wrong
Look pale eyed into the world
And ask themselves, why?

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Coming Down Hard On Crime

They're coming down hard on crime.
And this you can believe.
All eyes will open wide.
And deceit and thieves,
Will cease to be.

So hold your head erect!
And know this will happen soon.
And sing a happy song.
Knowing we'll soon be crook free!

Come from behind those bushes,
Children.
Come...
Come sing along with me!
The 'boogeyman' is gone.

They're coming down hard on crime.
Sing...
('Coming down hard on crime...')
And this you can believe.
('This we can believe...')
I think you've got it.
All eyes will open wide
('Our eyes are open wide...
And deceit and thieves have ceased to be.')

Very nice!

Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')

YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES.
('DECEIT and THIEVES')
Together and raise our voices high!
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES...
HAVE CEASED
TO
BE!

Marvelous children!
Wasn't that a 'happy tune'?

NOTE:
Doesn't this remind you of 'something' from...
Let's see...
The Sound of Music?
Yes!
When the hills became alive with it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I...Have Been, Reborn

There is nothing like,
Looking at life...
From an adult point of view.

I had no idea,
Becoming accountable...
With responsibilities prioritized,
Would open my eyes so wide.

And even though it had been traumatic,
To free my mind from the ease of making excuses...
I survived to appreciate those mistakes I made.

And today,
Without a doubt...
Prepared on the tip of my tongue,
And composed as an alibi...
I use to fit for lips to come out of my mouth.
I am so proud to say and admit...
I have escape from hiding behind,
Deceit and denial.

I...
Have been,
Reborn.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to Be Selective

Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!

Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.

Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!

Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.

And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.

With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.

Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addictions Enslave

Rhythmic is the slowing down,
Of a once vibrant existence.
Limits placed upon an isolated consciousness...
Is set for all to witness a diminished outlook,
That comes.

This process has been progressing,
As a quality of life digresses...
In disrespecting acceptance.

They have been pimped.
Used as unchanged doormats.
Hoping if they kept lips tucked shut...
They would be bestowed and blessed,
With materialistic wishes for the rest of their lives.

They believed lies even delivered from their priests.
They had to keep and maintain a 'presence'.
Wishing never to ever see themselves as peasants.
And using every trick to pull to thrive on ignorance.
On bended knees they plead,
For a restoration of a gluttonous quality of life to return.

And finally they have received their wish!
An existence completed by greed that leaves them,
With backs burdened with stacked unhappiness.
Stunned by the stinging.
And pawns of a perfected deceit.
To get all of them to believe...
If they were in debt,
At least they would feel more patriotic.

Products of a medicated psychoticness.
And disposable with each available excuse made...
To have them disregard their investments,
Placed upon a valued sense of what and who they are.
Or were...
At this point!
And the vanishing need to keep feeding the marketing of fear.
A commodity used to fill the pockets of their abusers.

'Whew...
I'm glad you're done.
All you had to say was 'addictions enslave'.'

Yeah...
But 'where' is the flair in that?
There is no subjugation that devours its victims!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You 'Are' An Accomplice

You 'are' an accomplice!
If you've ever advocated hatred,
With a division that inspires.
And you've expressed a choice,
To have certain voices unrepresented...
In the mix as they wish,
To live and be as they see fit.
You 'are' an accomplice,
To an uprising of violence...
Chaos and confusing conflict.

You 'are' an accomplice,
If there has been an increase...
Of hunger and homelessness,
On city streets.
With a rise of apartheid,
Excused and dismissed.
Oh you 'are' an accomplice to all of it!

If your choice has been to choose,
To ignore the suffering and abuse...
Of your fellow human beings,
Seen as victims of misdeeds...
Implemented with such ease.

You 'are' an accomplice.
You just refuse to admit it.

If you enjoy a life that is loved and liked,
That is not afforded to everyone...
Because of your own selfish preferences,
You wish to highlight.
You 'are' an accomplice,
If you deny similar appetites.

Whether you are in debate with interests,
With others satiating their familiar greed.
Or whether you are secretly in discreet...
Sabotaging someone unknown,
Passed upon urban streets.
But there you are seen greeting...
In the backyards of those,
Not aware of your ideologies.
Or your plans to impose.
You 'are' an accomplice...
Whether or not you agree.

You 'are' an accomplice,
If there has been an increase...
Of hunger and homelessness.
On city streets.
And a rise of apartheid,
Excused and dismissed.
You 'are' an accomplice to all of it!

How can one be a part...
But yet declare not to be,
A product of the whole?

How can one eliminate,
A sentence read from an epic.
To declare it to be insignificant,
To the outcome and the plot!

Believe it or not...
Every piece of the epic read,
Determines the deliciousness...
Or the tastelessness perceived,
Stirred in that pot.
Believe it or not!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Turning Back

[neptune](kelis)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(uh-huh yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(uh-huh yeah)
Come on, uh
Saying uh, uh, uh, uh
(uh-huh yeah)
Come on, come on
Saying what? what? what?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can search around the world
For different people for a thing called love
And youll return with stories on how the perceive you
It just wasnt love
Your friends will say how they often see it
(but what? )
They aint talking bout love
(they aint talking bout love baby)
(sing it baby)
Just go inside and figure the many that dont believe it
Cause it just aint love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
When in love with someone
When he leaves you can still feel it
Since you feel theyre the one
Just close your eyes and you can still see it
If its bright as the sun
Theres no turning back
(yeah second verse, what? what? what? )
I dont need your lavish lifestyle to please me
(why? )
Cause it just aint love
If you notice kings and queens divorce so easy
(hmm-hmm)
Cause it just aint love
(sing it baby, sing it baby)
The world could change if starving mouths were eating
But there is no love
(uh, thats so true, what? )
When your heart is starving nows the time to feed it
Enriched with love when you love someone
(come on, come on)
When in love with someone
When he leaves you can still feel it
Since you feel theyre the one
Just close your eyes and you can still see it
If its bright as the sun
Theres no turning back
When in love with someone
When he leaves you can still feel it
Since you feel theyre the one
Just close your eyes and you can still see it
If its bright as the sun
Theres no turning back
You cant deny
You cant deny (you cant deny)
When youre open wide
And what youre feeling inside
Is an all time high
When in love with someone
When he leaves you can still feel it
Since you feel theyre the one
Just close your eyes and you can still see it
If its bright as the sun
Theres no turning back
(come on, uh, uh, uh)
You cant deny (you cant deny)
When youre open wide
And what youre feeling inside
(what youre feeling inside)
Is an all time high
When in love with someone
When he leaves you can still feel it
Since you feel theyre the one
Just close your eyes and you can still see it
If its bright as the sun
Theres no turning back

song performed by by Kelis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If It Is Not of Mutual Benefit

It has been explored.
Loving what I do and sharing.
And I have been abhorred,
By those who believed...
Sleep walking through my life,
Was perfectly alright.
On 'my' time.
As if a mission of doing me a favor,
Has been a charity completed...
To leave another pleased.

I had to make it clear to many...
I am more than a surface animation.
To be serious with life is not an ambition.
It is what I live this life appreciated and given.
And if it is not liked how I handle my life...
There is no need to be involved in it with pretense.
I do what I do with an intention meant.
I am not seeking anyone to 'accomodate' my desires.
If it is not of mutual benefit,
What is the point of being around folks like that?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Needs to Draw For Them a Much Clearer Picture

So closed have been my eyes.
So closed and distracted.
From those acts,
That now I can say...
Left unattended,
My values.

Standards I expected to be maintained...
Use to have identifiable names!
Today,
I'd be hard pressed...
Trying to find anyone addressing them.

And that is my fault.
I can't recall the last time,
I reminded anyone...
To keep them encouraged,
Flourished and well nourshed.

I kept hot flashes of fast cash in my mind!
And for too long.
'That'...
I can admit was wrong!
But I can not be the only one,
That has been that stupid?

And I observe more destitution on the streets!

Why can't these people get on their feet,
Get a job and go home! ?
Or establish good credit,
Like the others snuggled in,
Their suburban homes.
Slicing to eat,
Another piece of that Apple pie.

So closed have been my eyes.
So closed and distracted.
From those acts,
That now I can say...
Left unattended,
My values.

'Are those inner city people still whining?
Someone needs to draw for them a much clearer picture.
Perhaps if they see how it is done...
They will get themselves together! '

~Will that be all, Master Lawrence? ~

'Yes.
Make several copies.
Hand a few to that bag lady!
Tell her to dispense with them amongst the crowd.
Maybe that will give them some incentive,
To move away from my doorstep.
And become viable citizens of this great land! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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