Fetish
If the relevancy of one's identity,
Is not prioritized as significant!
Then the purpose of one's accomplishments,
Is to achieve egotistical status.
To satisfy temporary goals.
That may fluctuate...
When and if one ever becomes satisfied.
But doesn't.
No guarantee is there,
Based upon concrete measures.
Becoming much like a craving one has!
There one moment and gone the next.
To rim to the brim with whims,
Ever changing.
Like a fetish one might have for shoes.
Or something carried!
Like an eagerly given opinion.
Much like those shared that go ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shake Off Dust
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
If I sat and thought,
About what it was i wanted to achieve...
None of my accomplishments,
Would have been given life to breathe.
I had been accused of doing nothing,
By those I observed doing that at their best.
And I never thought of that as a challenge for me.
So I left that to others to win that contest!
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
To get done.
I'm not one satisfied,
To rid myself or shake off dust.
Or notice it if it should come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Exchange Of Values Have Come To Upset
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose.
Just to have 'things' to present an image,
Seems to be on the wane for those drained...
And doing the best they can,
To recover from the quick presence of reality.
Many had never met reality so personalized before.
And the experience has been breathtaking.
Even though...
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose,
There still remain those...
Clinging onto their delusions,
Since this is the only reality they know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These measures may not constitute an absolute guarantee of peace, but, in my opinion, they constitute the greatest preventive measures ever adopted by nations.
quote by Frank B. Kellogg
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Never Satisfied
Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Never Satisified
Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Purpose
I can be self absorbed and consumed.
And be conscious of every moment of it.
Especially if I feel deserving...
And not ignored like some do others,
Who are believed to be swept off their feet...
With a protected image to keep.
Like me,
Some may perceive.
And a success,
That has yet achieved placing judgement status.
Feeding heard giggles and whispers,
From...
Those awaiting in attack,
With a delivery that feeds people like that!
Cracking up on drug induced mentalities.
What I have learned from being motivated...
By people like these,
Is that an energy that comes from within...
Isn't always there,
Heard and nurtured from the outside.
In fact,
Being self absorbed and consumed...
May be the best contact that keeps one,
Driven to achieve...
With an escaping discipline that succeeds.
And knowing,
Those awaiting in attack...
Seem to deliver and feed on that!
Giving a strengthen determination,
More to craved!
Just to satisfy a peace one keeps,
Away from public scutiny!
To feed one's mentality,
Purpose.
Purpose.
Purpose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identity of a person
Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity
How does a person identify with identity?
You define yourself based on what?
They say, they say
You’re kind or moral based on what?
Or
You’re a genius and shrewd based on what?
Or
You make the perfect lover, look for no other
They say, they say
You’re strong without a thought it may not last long
Or
You’ve skills since with a record you run up high bills
Or
You are shy but no one ever talks to you or says hi
Or
You never give up because right now you are on top
They say, they say
You are generous or gregarious when all you are is conscious
Or
You’re innovative yet not the originator of the idea conceived
What are the facts?
That makes your identity intact
When change on identity has the last impact?
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Strungout
The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their affectiveness,
And the attention they get.
Like an alcoholic who drinks.
Or one addicted to drugs.
A conditioning process has been instilled.
Those highs once enjoyed,
Produce a lesser thrill!
It's like going through the motions,
And devoted to an expectation!
When sensations aren't achieved...
Folks like these blame God.
Or claim they know Him.
But somehow their faith is not strong enough...
To give them what they need,
To identify results they anticipated.
However...
They remain in varying stages,
Reminiscing about those good times
When everything was fine.
And they got what they wanted...
Until that no longer satisfied.
So,
Of course...
Something or someone,
Had to be found guilty or at fault...
For not delivering what they wanted and when!
The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their effectiveness,
And the attention they get.
Like a child with a toy,
Who begins to annoy...
When that toy has satisfied their whims!
Much like having a variety of religions...
All professing to know God.
But the people are at odds,
As to how this 'Oneness' should be depicted!
Leaving everyone 'strungout' and hyped up...
Physically debilitated!
Intoxicated and stupefied!
To reach for something,
That doesn't quite meet their needs.
Although willing to victimize anyone available...
In the search to find it!
To declare a justified self importance.
For a temporary gratification,
To induce a prolonged and effective delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Seek Status
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
One based upon truth and honesty!
Many seek status.
Like an apparatus to mask.
Perhaps with hopes,
An acceptance is passed.
Or something that is approved...
As a test or a task.
If a status is proclaimed,
With wishes to keep one connected.
The time will not be long...
Until someone comes along,
To define that status wrong!
And pursued at the expense,
On one's identity...
That is compensated usually,
To eventually dispense.
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
With a peace of mind,
I am glad to find...
Based upon truth and honesty!
And anyone who does not see it that way...
It is okay.
I am not going to debate it!
I am not in the pursuit of status!
To attract materialistic dreams.
With shine, sheen or gleam.
As a first time passenger on my journey...
I seek only God to please.
With deeds.
And a gratefulness to do so.
Many seek status!
And perhaps,
For them...
That is what God has assigned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Top Of The List
All of them the self-righteous types,
With ambtions to have status.
And socialize with whom they like.
These are the people who expect their lives,
Prioritized the moment...
A discomfort affects them by surprise.
And with 'means' to keep their flaws diminished,
While actively preventing...
Those with less the same benefits.
They now have to accept and come to realize,
No longer top of the list...
Are their wants and wishes prioritized.
'Why do 'we' have to go through this?
Isn't it understood who we are,
And who we know with influence?
We want our lives back like they were yesterday.
None of us could care less,
What a natural occurrence has from us taken away.
Why is it that we have to go through this?
We are better than that.
And we 'demand' what we had returned back to us,
And...
Make it quick.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This party will not take its position based on public opinion polls. We will not take a stand based on focus groups. We will not take a stand based on phone-in shows or householder surveys or any other vagaries of pubic opinion.
quote by Stephen Harper
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We are built to conquer environment, solve problems, achieve goals, and we find no real satisfaction or happiness in life without obstacles to conquer and goals to achieve.
quote by Maxwell Maltz
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I Need You, I Want You
satisfy my hunger, satisfy my greed
satisfy my longing, satisfy my need
satisfy my yearning, satisfy my desire
satisfy my craving, with your hose put out my fire
Take me to paradise, take me away
Take me to heaven, every single day
Feed me with your passion, feed me with your soul
Feed me with your fruit, feed me with your control
I need you to want me, I need you to be here
I need you to control me, for you are my puppeteer
Control me with your love, control me with your mind
control me however you want. I do not mind
For I am under your spell, and whatever you want i will give
For without you i am nothing, without you i do not want to live
poem by Katherine Shaw
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I love clothes. I can't control myself. I have a huge fetish for shoes and clothes and make-up. I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to wear things over and over again.
quote by Hilary Duff
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Kiss Of Love
i came to you broken and bleeding
we both shared the pain of our past
i never thought i would kiss you and feel love
but i was wrong
i have had this unknown craving
for what i didnt know
the craving took over and once i met you
and you said i love you my craving was gone
now i long to fell you beside me every second
its like i cant get enough of your sweet love
just the taste makes me want more
you fixed me and stop the bleeding
i never thought id want anyone so badly
but you are my world
my heart is yours
and my words i will keep
i couldnt stand you ever leaving
i treasure every moment with you
i never want it to end
when i dream its only sweet when its about you
i miss you every moment of every day
thinking about you like i do and dayz by the thought
i love who you are
i love your voice and your words
your kisses and hugz
and your touch
i want it and need it so much
i want you and your love to stay forever
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Where You're Coming From
You can not walk in my shoes
And expect to achieve progress.
Nor can you look over my shoulder,
To perceive your accomplishments!
Nothing that I've done,
Materialized just on wishes.
You want an easy ride.
Without hard work done...
Or tears to cry!
You want a smooth and clear path,
With time to joke and time to laugh!
They may call this business the creative arts!
But the creative part about it...?
How to sustain a sanity maintained
While holding onto a part of you...
No one but you know!
And It breathes with life but no one sees it!
As ignorant comments are made on a daily basis,
About 'you' and your lack of progress!
You want an easy ride.
Without hard work done...
Or tears to cry!
You want a smooth and clear path,
With time to joke and time to laugh!
You can not walk in my shoes
And expect to achieve progress.
Nor can you look over my shoulder,
To perceive your accomplishments!
Nothing that I've done,
Materialized just on wishes.
Years in the making!
Years with much of my heart breaking!
It took me years...
And don't think I don't notice,
Where you're coming from!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lonely Spider
The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
'A spider doesn't have feelings! '
How should you know?
'A spider isn't that smart! '
That could be true.
'A spider can never have a real identity! '
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we're not looking
And thats our life... after which we die
What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we've thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It's up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways
poem by Andreanna Atkins
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Temporary Secretary
Mister Marks Can You Find For Me
Someone Strong And Sweet Fitting On My Knee
She Can Keep Her Job If She Gets It Wrong
Ah, But Mister Marks I Won't Need Her Long
All I Need Is Help For A Little While
We Can Take Dictation And Learn To Smile
And A Temporary Secretary Is What I Need For To Do The Job
I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Mister Marks Could You Send Her Quick
'Cause My Regular Has Been Getting Sick
I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Mister Marks I Can Pay Her Well
If She Comes Along And Can Stay A Spell
I Will Promise Now That I'll Treat Her Right
And Will Rarely Keep Her 'Til Late At Night
I Need A ..
She Can Be A Belly Dancer
I Don't Need A Need Romancer
She Can Be A Diplomat
But I Don't Need A Girl Like That
She Can Be A Neurosurgeon
If She's Doin' Nothing' Urgent
What I Need's A Temporary, Temporary Secretary
I Need A, I Need A
Temporary Secretary. Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Now Mister Marks When I Send Her Back
Will You Please Make Sure She Stays On The Right Track
Spoken: Well I Know How Hard It Is For Young Girls These Days In The Face Of Everything To Stay On
The Right Track
What I Need's A Temporary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary,
Temporary Secretary I Need A
Temporary Secretary. Temporary Secretary,
Temporary Secretary.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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You 'Have' To Notice It
Lets...
Discuss,
Racism.
And how it affects you daily.
'It doesn't.'
Comeon.
You have to notice it?
'I do.'
So...
You are affected.
'No.
I am not.'
Of course you are.
You are obviously black.
A black man.
'And? '
If I were black I would notice that.
Everywhere I would notice it.
Everywhere I went...
It would be on my mind.
In my consciousness.
I'd be full of resentment.
I wouldn't be able to sleep,
Knowing I stood out amongst all people.
I would feel insecure.
Emotionally tormented inside,
With wishes to be white.
I would be...
Are you done?
'Yes.
But I just wanted you to know,
How I would feel...
IF I were a black man.'
Sorry to disappoint you.
Perhaps my commitment,
To having an identity with purpose first...
Has not prioritized my being black.
As much as you have.
Are you hoping one day I will feel inferiror?
'You don't? '
By what or who?
'Those who feel they are better than you.'
I don't fantasize.
But I realize there are many who do.
And I notice them everywhere I go.
You have to notice it too?
'I don't.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitten By Drive And Ambition
When one's cup fills to the brim...
With a spilling over that begins.
Would it be advantageous,
To secure another cup?
Or should a sacrifice,
That has been satisfied...
Be enough,
For one bitten by drive...
And ambition.
Or...
Does a success achieved,
Begin to breed the feeding...
Of an unstoppable greed.
Only one familiar with the taste of poverty,
Can truthfully say...
What sustains a need,
To maintain a craving done selfishly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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