Entwined In Concepts
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
And when these 'things' began to lose their sheen...
Less interest in themselves slowly could be seen.
The need to constantly be together became a non-necessity.
With a wish to be alone in one's own space.
In a place the other was either invited...
Or not invited to be.
And a love between them,
Although expressed...
Was missed.
Leaving dreams and desires,
To be held and kissed...
Becoming less obsessive.
And often dismissed.
As those things cherished gathered dust with time.
There was an emptiness felt!
And invited.
Under one roof where no happiness once there,
For them.
No longer, for them, they could find!
Yet and regretfully...
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own, they did, to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
Loans and debts could not keep this correct.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
Gone was 'that' and any remnants of happiness.
And when their credit became less than good.
They found themselves in arguments...
Blaming the other for a wasted life spent.
And agreeing to split is what they should do,
To prove this less the expensive.
With a being together for them now making less sense.
As they express to others,
They've done the best they could.
But a love to make better wasn't theirs to save.
Nor was it there from the beginning!
And this had been the costly mistake they made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Explain
Explain...
If one with 'good' credit,
Is still paying on debts.
Why is one without any debts at all,
Considered a credit risk?
Or can not achieve a credit rating!
And the one with debts...
Is pursued to go even further in it?
Or at best,
Has a low credit standing!
BUT...
Can achieve even 'more' credit,
IF debts are kept at a minimal amount!
Explain...
The one who can not make a bill payment at all,
Is sought to make 'arrangements'!
And 'this' is a way of life that's loved?
Leaving those unemployed who lose benefits,
To lower unemployment statistics...
Even though they can not find jobs!
And those hopping the fence illegally,
Without documentation
No vested interest.
No signs of reading, writing, speaking
OR understanding the language...
Are offered retirement packages,
WITH health coverage!
And they wonder 'why' wild animals
Are leaving the forest in droves!
Many are seen escorting their young,
To soften the hardest of hearts!
'Look...
There's a wolf attacking our pet dog,
In the backyard!
But...
Aren't those eyes just adorable? '
Explain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Better Quality of Life
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
Few I see walking.
Or exercising their right,
To feel healthier and bright.
Most with a better credit rating,
Than the one I possess...
Seem to be stressed and obsessed with regrets.
Why can't they whip out a piece of plastic,
Or be 'loaned' out of their mess?
Isn't that what having good credit means.
An ability to temporarily be free of duress.
That sounds so inviting.
To live for the creditors to hound and bite.
Hmmm...
I think not.
Not on my drug free watch!
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
There were those who believed I had lost my mind.
Literally!
Since I did not chase behind,
Luxury items.
Marketed to confine.
I chose to leave that kind of life behind.
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
Only the necessities,
Brought me more happiness it seems.
'And you say I can get two of these for a dollar?
Can I get three for twenty five cents more?
Why are you staring at me? '
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Exploring those things like nature walks,
Or riding daily on a bus.
I admit in the beginning...
A few choice words I openly cussed.
And that action began my release.
'I's free.
I's free.
I's be free like morning glory.
Well...
Not entirely.
I still pay basic bills.'
Stripped from impressions I see others attempt.
With a clear mind unaddicted...
These observations now to me make less sense.
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Life unattached to crap,
Can be quite exciting!
Although social invitations are few,
And far between.
But having peace of mind that is recognized...
Is more fulfilling than being in and around those scenes.
And that's a given.
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
I is free from pretentious living.
Uh-uh.
Yessuh!
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
If they are,
I don't see it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Wishes of Good Credit
For wishes of good credit...
Should be the least of one's concern.
Good credit against an admitted deficit,
Seems less meaningful and senseless...
If debts unpaid go uncollected.
And if one with good credit,
Is employed and fears.
How can one expect it to be kept good...
If the threat of joblessness,
Approaches.
And repossessions draw near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dealing With 'Accepted' Reality
The most difficult part in dealing with 'accepted' reality,
Is the financing of the delusional side of it.
With loans due and credit rates soaring to pay.
And creditors seem to lose their sense of humor,
The moment an application is signed...
And denied for having no credit history.
With no one to co-sign for a lifetime of dependency.
Or one having such bad credit a rating no longer applies.
Leaving those with no debts at all...
Feeling ostracized and looked upon as threats.
And today...
If one is not in foreclosure,
Or has a repossession in progress...
A feeling of being in total isolation is the experience.
With stares received from others for being unpatriotic!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Secret Of Happiness
The secret of happiness is not hidden behind the distances of perfection
Nor in posessing dozens of gold and wealth
I never had complicated dreams since I
believe that the real happiness in the simple things exists
Never dreamed of becoming a crown queen
Never wanted to have a perfect life
The happiness was my Desire
And I always had the faith that at the little things the happiness can be found
There is no need for complicated heart desires
At the simple things we can find the perfect and the happy life
Just keeping the hope in the heart
The kindness of soul and love of God
The perfect life is hidden there don't go far away
Finding the real love not the perfect one
Was my hearts best Desire
Because always I had the faith
The secret of finding the happiness is hidden at simple desires and the real ones
What worts all the world wealth if you don't have the faith of God in the heart
What worts all the worlds wealth and the success
If you don't have peace of mind
If you are surrounded with fake lovers all around
Because of that my dream was to find the real love the real happiness and peace of mind
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams are made of many things
The different thoughts that we constantly think
The very things that that lie in our fantasies
And create a thought that's tenaciously sweet
That we savor so much while soundly asleep
Things that can only happen in dreams
My sweet dreams are made of you
The perfect moments and the perfect gloom
The perfect place and the perfect dream
But whatever could be more perfect than you?
Is only what I can conjure in my sleep
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
It's the time we find peace from every worry
It's a place where every story has a happy ending
It's a place where every person has a chance to be happy
It's a place where you and I have a happy ending
A cradle song before we sleep
And escape the grimes of reality
And the things that keep you away from me
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
Dreams are the sweetest and life is life
In my dreams you and I are happy
But in reality... life is life.
Sweet dreams are made of many things
And mine are made of you
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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The Things That Dreams Are Made Of
Take time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things youve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought youd never ever see
Take a cruise to china
Or a train to spain
Go round the world
Again and again
Meet a girl on a boat
Meet a boy on a train
And fall in love
Without the pain
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Take a lift to the top of the empire state
Take a drive across the golden gate
March, march, march across red square
Do all the things youve ever dared
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Like fun and money and food and love
And things you never thought of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
New york, ice cream, tv, travel, good times
Norman wisdom, johnny, joey, dee dee, good times
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
song performed by by Human League
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You Only Show Me Interest
I would love to sit and spend more time with you.
Looking at life from your point of view.
But of late,
I am reminded doing this I have done.
With little of my own visions,
You have neither invited or have welcomed.
And if you did,
You've made many excuses...
To run to do errands,
With a wish that I would come.
Today my happiness for me has begun.
And it has taken me a while to understand,
My happiness is of no interest to you.
Unless,
Of course...
It is spent entirely catering to you,
And what it is you like to do.
No more am I in it just to give to you, boo!
You have no interest in me.
You only show me interest,
If it is a benefit to you in all that you do.
And people like you around me I don't need.
'That's not true! '
What is it that I like most to do?
'You never mentioned it.
So how would I know? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Key
There comes a time in one's life,
When silence becomes the preferred company.
Joined by a peace of mind invited.
Providing what has been needed,
To have gone unrecognized as if in disguise...
Fo so long.
Feeling whole and complete...
Is the key that unlocks a happiness released.
And to feel whole AND complete...
Can not be replaced by 'things' one seeks.
With a doing of what one pleases,
Feels so good.
It is nice in one's life,
When silence becomes invited.
And stays as one's preferred company.
With a peace that can not be described.
To slice with a taste of it day and night,
Feels so good.
'Excuse me.
It is time for my slice of peace.
And I can't afford to miss it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Others Who Have Donated
Fatal dispositions taken,
To examine one's life to compare...
With a measuring of things,
Blinging and with a sparkle that dazzles.
Produces in the minds of those controlled,
An acceptance one is made to feel...
In the 'loop'.
And this 'togetherness' is more important...
Than that life one says is wished,
To live with a happiness one claims to have earned.
And when this happens...
An assessment of one's life,
Seems to yearn to depreciate a valued life experience.
To exchanged for a temporary life glistening in pretense.
And doing everything one can,
To keep 'good' credit kept.
With...
A preferred rating met to match,
Others attracted who have donated with a depositing,
All of their common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Go
I took your photographs, I threw them all away
I put your calls on hold cause I got nothin to say
Hangin on to you, that was my first mistake
Yeah, yeah
But some things you can never let go
Some things you can never let go
You took the credit cards, you took the bank account
You took my sanity. youve got me all drawn out
Id give it all away to get you off my mind
Yeah, yeah
But some things you can never let go
Some things you should never let em show
Some things you can never let go
Let go, let go
Dont keep draggin it out
Let go, let go
Youre no good for me now
How much more can I take?
I cant spend my whole life in the dark
Now you gotta let go of my heart
I took your photographs, I threw them all aside
Forget your so called friends, I kissed em all goodbye
If I walk away, would you be satisfied?
Yeah, yeah
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Reconstruction
I gathered the finest things for it,
Put them together, polished them neat,
I shaped it the best way I could
Wanting it to be there for good!
Just when it was in perfect form,
Winds rose, blew thunderstorm,
I clung onto it with all my heart,
It broke into pieces, lay tattered in dust.
After a while's despair, a momentary pain,
I gathered back the fragments for making it again!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Forever Mine
The room is dark, all alone am I.
Sitting here thinking of times gone by.
Remembering the past, the way things were.
A different time, when so much was unsure.
During these times, you came to my life.
Bringing happiness and laughter and love into sight.
Never such a feeling had I felt before.
Every moment spent with you, just left me wanting more.
More glances and stares, from your eyes so bright.
Eyes that see deep in my soul, making everything alright.
Wanting more kisses, from your soft lips so sweet.
Lips that make my legs weak and my heart skip a beat.
Wanting more time spent in your loving embrace.
Arms so strong and gentle, such a safe, loving place.
Wanting your warm touch, as you caress all of me.
Such a sensual feeling, setting my body so free.
Here we are, so many years more.
Not much has changed, I just want you even more.
Not a day goes by that I don't give thanks for you.
Every morning I think that our love is like new.
A new beginning. A fresh new start.
A new day to tell you what's deep in my heart.
You've made me feel loved, wanted and adored.
No one could possibly ever love me more.
And now here we are, loving each other from a far.
Waiting for the day, to awake in your arms.
To look upon your face, and deep in your eyes.
Knowing we'll never have to say our good byes.
Until that day comes just know this is true,
Everything I have to give, I have given to you.
I give you my heart, soul, body and mind.
And dream of the day you'll forever be mine.
poem by Shauna Smith
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What Happiness Is
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is when you get a new puppy
happiness,
is when you get married
happiness,
is when you go on you first date
happiness,
is making your own decisions
happiness,
is graduating
happiness,
is getting you first job
happiness,
is falling in love
happiness
is being proud of who you are
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is glowing
happiness,
is fun
happiness,
is an amazing feeling
happiness,
is when you smile all day
happiness,
is giving someone a hug just because you can
happiness,
is that light in your eyes
happiness,
is what makes the world go around
happiness,
is bliss
The good have no place
The one who seems good
Gets credit more than
The one really good.
The one really good
Is left well behind
The one who is bad
In getting credit.
This is the world where
Merits have no place.
The good find pleasure
In cursing themselves.
18.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Drifting Away From Under Where They Sit
Plummeting from careers of positions,
Are those who jumped hastily.
On the backs of high horses.
So attached to the climbing,
There they were.
Focused and attracted to silver linings.
Blinding many by the bling.
And leaving behind as fast as they could,
Established relationships with friends.
And memories of those old neighborhoods.
The climbing for the bling,
And taste for expensive things.
For them that did this,
Felt so good.
And.
Liberating.
Moments of desperation suddenly came overnight.
A changing of insights began to weaken feelings of 'might'.
It was back then.
In the golden era of two thousand and ten,
A blazing Sunshine upon them began to dim.
As if someone had greased the backs,
Of those high horses drifting away from under where they sit.
How dare those visions split from them like this.
Many could not hold on.
Good times from dusk until dawn,
For many.
Were going to go to be forever gone.
With an unpaying of pretentions due.
And a pride of high credit scores.
Falling too?
And it seemed as if a quick grip on yesterday,
With a feeding of those dreams with wishes they would stay.
Upon demand.
Were slipping from grips to slide away,
From those clutches of now trembling.
Wet with sweat,
Manicured and shaking hands of those in deep regret.
And the cries of those trying to keep their hopes alive,
Are heard.
To reach the ears of those strolling upon the streets,
From the most extravagant of places.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fates fickle hand
I have missed so many years of your life, but I know fate did not have us set to collide until it was ready
Most people place demands on relationships that are impossible,
making it impossible.
Love is but a moment in time, which only lovers can extend to fill their lives as long as they want it too
You have invited me in as I am, and that alone leaves me awestruck at times
Eventually you did collide with my heart
Love found its place amongst debris that was there
Sweeping away the dross, making a clean start in which to flourish
Fate has at last taken my hand and said now is the time
poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
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Inside The Void
inside the void
you like to die in the void
you like to die
wait, do not die yet
there is this sense of
things unfinished
you have not really done
everything and some things are messy
and need to be put in their proper order
you are called upon by time to
correct some mistakes
of others, or even of nature itself
it is not time to die yet
this is but a beginning
an emptiness that lectures
and guides and soon shall find
some ways to fill
some things
some people
soon they will come before your
eyes and soon you will understand
things and people may be late
like a fireman like a policeman
but they make a good finishing
a happy ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mid-Life Krysis
Memories fill your harbour
History to be made
Jealousy in the cupboard
You with me to the grave
Mid-life krysis
You invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
Every day is like a movie
Third world war on the rise
Don't take it in the city
Making love to get high
Mid-life krysis
You invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
I waste my time I waste my
Don't waste my time don't waste my
I waste my time I waste my
Don't waste my time don't waste my
Energy
Say you're in love with me
Save yourself
Maybe then
You'll have some children
Maybe you'll have none
Mid-life krysis
You invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
And you invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
song performed by by Travis
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The Good Things
Demo version, from mayor of simpleton single.
Released in 1989.
Four-track recording.
Though your heart desires the things that money can buy
Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes
Theres nothing out there for you, my dear
Theres nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know your head is full of big ideas
You aint missing anything, have no fear
I have touched the grass so green on the other side
It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise
Theres nothing out there for you, my dear
Theres nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know you pine for things you see in magazines
That world brings heartache, now its not real, believe me
Remember all of those good things
You know you cant buy all those good things
song performed by by Xtc
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