Few Complaints Would Be Heard
If all addicting habits were abruptly stopped,
Few complaints would be heard.
The need and reason to borrow money,
Would no longer exist.
And life as it is known now...
Would not be credited by a challenging of myths,
And delusions to prove we all could successfully chase.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There To Awaken Their Senses
The ones refusing to open their eyes,
Ears and minds...
Believing themselves to be immunized,
By the rapidity of changes...
Being made and effecting the stability,
Of many lives lived by the majority.
Need not wonder whether the bricks used,
Are fused with cement or new.
Since the thickness of that wall they will run into,
Is there to awaken their senses to truths.
With the hope they will experience,
Fewer mind altering delusions.
As the year 2012 will dispel many myths.
With no reason to validate, decide or pick...
From a 'Believe It Or Not List',
That may or may not have a reason to exist...
Once those beliefs are realized and removed from doubt,
To be no longer questioned with what if(s) or could be(s) .
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habits that Become Addicting
The only mystique there is to consume,
And believe...
Is that which has a more concentrated,
Feasibility to release from periods of testing.
Keeping a feeding of this process is needed.
And if leaks of deceit should begin to be 'peeped'...
More opportunities are created,
To tease with more advantageous temptations.
And habits that become addicting like a good wage,
Are encouraged to nourish satisfactions.
Until the expense of those habits,
Begin to diminish the cost of protecting delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give That Nonsense An 'F
It is going to stay fertile.
Adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
When one hops from that safe feeling of sitting on a fence,
And learns to roll with the punches without whining in defense...
The living of life becomes more than what someone else,
Decides to bite into with a listening to them chew to refuse.
While attempting to convince me and 'you' should do what they do.
Give that nonsense an 'F' for unacceptable and step away from it.
It is going to stay fertile, adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
Or allowed to be defined by those lost of identity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chase the money, let the money don’t chase you
Wrongly said by some one, don’t chase the money
Dumbly accepted by many, let the money chase us
Open your eyes and make your way, out of the traditional way
Kick out the advices, dig out your dreams
Chase the money, let the money don’t chase you
poem by Shivakumara swamy
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For a Life to Live They Like
It shows on the faces of those that don't grow...
How difficult it is for them,
To let things go!
And how some are restricted,
To values and myths that do not exist...
With permission consciously given,
To daily pick up their struggles from sleep...
As if to meet schedules they keep.
It shows in the places one goes in routine.
To discuss in conversation,
The same revelations...
Gone from them to never again be seen.
Creatures of habits from themselves they can not break!
No matter if the ground around them rumbles and shakes...
They will not awaken.
And no progress do they make.
With a holding on to their yesterdays...
As they chase away a happiness for heartbreak that stays.
To say someday they pray for those days to come their way...
For a life to live they like!
It shows on the faces of those that don't grow...
How difficult it is for them,
To let things go!
For a life to live they like!
But too busy to find the time to do it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Money
Money
Money
Money
Important
Useful
Necessary
Money
Money
Money
Wealthy
Middle
Poverty
Money
Money
Money
Save
Give
Spend
Money
Money
Borrow
Lend
Money
Money
Foe
Friend
Money
Money
Master
Slave
Money
Money
Satisfied
Crave
Money
Money
Laugh
Cry
MoneyMoney
Live
Die
Money
Money
Sick
Well
Money
Money
Heaven
Hell
poem by Howard Simon
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A Shift Of Myths Has Come
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
On the wings of a painless recovery...
Some insist,
The suffering done by those wounded,
Could actually exist.
If this mindset was persisted.
To pretend their conflicts are imagined afflictions...
And this would diminish,
If more delusions were applied to it!
Forget foreclosures and a global economic crisis.
Forget a quality of life...
That has disappeared overnight.
Forget those who say,
What is here is here to stay!
Let's do what has always worked before...
Let's ignore it and maybe this 'newness',
Will go away!
'But that has never worked!
Only the recycling of the same,
Has been witnessed to emerge! '
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
And those disbelieving will see for themselves,
Those pieces isolated once declared impossible fits...
Suddenly blended together with a new leadership,
That desires...
Without quitting,
A new World that demands and orders it!
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not To Temporary Borrow
What is it you are here to prove?
A truth...
That I borrowed?
And,
What is it you're here to prove and to who?
A truth...
Untold?
With a telling of a version,
You hope gets sold.
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
What is it you're here to prove and to who?
A truth...
That I borrowed?
Well...
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and it is sustained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and remains unchanged.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glad To Live
With blues sung,
And the drinking of booze done...
Strung out I am now,
On life.
Habits and addicting vices,
Once craved to feed my appetite...
Are gone.
There are much fresher commitments,
I anticipate to visit.
With blues sung,
And the drinking of booze I use to do,
Done and not missed.
I am here!
And no longer curious...
about that happiness I use to fear,
I'd never know.
And I am glad to live to know and show,
This life within me I've got!
Oh yes,
I am glad to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Habits Die Hard
(criston barker, david moyse)
Seems like yesterday my life had begun
As we went through life
Tryin to make it so much fun
And I know that Im still in love with you
Cause youre one bad habit that I cant refuse
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Lifes been strange to me since youve been gone
And its so hard tryin; to say that I was wrong
Now I know that Im still in love with you
Cause youre the one bad habit that I cant refuse
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
You know and I know that you cant live on memories alone
Theres just one memory that Im thinking of
Just one habit that I cant shake off, its you
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
And theres just one memory Im thinking of
Just one habit that I cant shake off, its you
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
song performed by by Air Supply
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What Has Money Ever Fixed?
What has money ever fixed?
To stay that way and permanent?
I haven't seen it mend a heart.
Or put back together,
Broken or ruined relationships.
I've seen it divide and keep people apart.
I've seen it tossed to people alone in tears.
To let it drift away as they sit weeping.
Staring lost in emotional pain.
Wishing they did not exist.
As if this was a prerequisite to experience heaven.
What has money ever fixed?
Superficiality when pretensions saw that fit?
How about replicas of perfection?
Donated,
By those who wish to see themselves exalted.
Bronzed and worshipped.
The only thing that money does...
Is to prove it can be hoarded,
By those who steal it and inconvenience others.
And it can be used to manipulate with incompetence!
Other than that...
Money can not fix a thing!
However,
It may be seen to purchase another's loyalty!
Until it is no longer there to value.
But there to 'fix'?
It is not going to happen!
Although it will 'confuse'...
Not prioritize unaddressed issues.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Why is it believed,
By some.
What they do that has been done,
Is okay?
And an acceptance of it,
Should be kept that way.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Too many people are the 'cause'.
And not the solution to prevent.
Or a pause that should be long taken,
With no attention given spent.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Some have established themselves as 'saints'.
While others full of themselves,
Do not have to eliminate a single thing...
To emanate fumes from them that 'stink'.
And/or past tense from them that 'stank'!
Whatever is the preference.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
With their quick judgements to pass.
Like fresh air blocking gas.
A picture alone,
Paints a thousand words.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
As intended upon the return ot it.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Downers
It has been conducive to restrict mindsets,
To the surface of things.
This minimizes evaluation.
And de-values the importance,
Of what deductive thinking means.
If truth uncovered is not scented with mint,
Many will perceive these revelations to be 'downers'.
Since their delusions and fantasies,
Have been circumvented.
And they can no longer enjoy the festivities employed.
Or the addicting taste of the cotton candy,
Free and dispensed...
Inside their sheltered and safe environments.
Provided by the contruction done of big circus tents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nasty Habits
Heres something to think about
Where would we be without nasty habits, nasty habits
Makes me want to scream and shout
Life would be so dull without nasty habits, nasty habits
All those naughty little things that we dont discuss publicly
Nasty habits, nasty habits
Tell me your secrets, tell me your name, tell me your secrets
Does it please you to employ little girls or little boys
Nasty habits, nasty habits
Do you like to romp and play by yourself when theyre away
Nasty affair what do I care
Do you peek at magazines filled with doggies and leather queens
Nasty habits, nasty habits
Tell me your secrets that no one should hear
Whisper them softly into my ear I wont tell, I wont tell
People act so proper when theyre going bout their business
Cup of coffee, lfriendly conversation
til they get home,
til they get home
Turn the phone off, lock the door and shut the curtains
Make sure that the neighbors are without suspicion
No one will know
No one will know
Nasty habits I must condone
No one knows what I do when Im all alone
Nasty habits Im so ashamed
Nasty habits here to stay now theyll never go away
Try and stop youll have to pay
Nasty habits are here to stay
(repeat chorus)
Nasty habits I must condone
No one knows what I do when Im all alone
Nasty habits Im so ashamed
But we must not let that stop our little game
Nasty habits are so much fun
Nasty habits here to stay now theyll never go away
Try and stop youll have to pay
Nasty habits are here to stay
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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What Is Now On My Agenda
If I can not love you,
Like I did when I did...
When that was done.
And my heart had been won?
What's the point of saying it?
To make for you what does not exist,
Legit?
And just to say it,
For you to have that heard...
Is another one of your delusions,
I think is absurd.
I am not someone who will with you agree,
Because you want to gain points in popularity.
If there is something I do not feel...
Saying it over again in my head,
Is not going to make what is not there real!
Oh no.
I know the difference between a horse and a pony.
I'm not a pretender.
Nor am I phony.
Like I said...
And please allow this to sink,
Into your thick head.
IF I can not love you,
Like I DID when I DID?
Do not try to convince me,
In time I can.
I am not seeking assistance from you to prove,
There is something I need from you to do!
Discussions to heal or mend past mistakes,
Are not going to replace what is now on my agenda.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a Frantic Reach For Yesterday
It is all right there.
There to conveniently ignore,
Or digust delusions.
As they seek to separate,
Their preferences.
From the constant stickiness,
Of what is daily viewed.
It has been there,
Waiting to be embraced.
Inspected.
Or at least discussed.
But 'this' reality avoids the media blitz.
It has become part of...
That which has collected dust.
And has affixed itself...
To someone's known way of life.
No matter how low or gutter like.
The only thing successfully done,
Has been to blind those in denial...
In a frantic reach for yesterday.
And today,
Their own lives are no longer recognized.
And still they do not hold themselves to blame.
They would rather see someone else,
Murdered for their insecurities!
And...
See themselves on TV.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habits
Habits interest my cruelty,
Going like second nature
And the memory of size.
Through reason is happiness
Thrilling, winning and wonderful
To obsess.
Why do habits be so ancient?
And is there ending to few of them
That it is faced by them,
That I myself can have it anyway?
What? The habit. The habit.
Is it custom to endanger us with the wrong
Habits?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Do It! Let Go
Spinning out of control?
With a slipping away from myths,
Once followed so bold?
Growing more disappointed,
By those beliefs you were told?
And everyone seems to have lost a faith,
Making it hard to decipher from...
That which is real and what is faked!
And as of this date,
No chances have you made,
To reveal your true fate?
Do it!
Let go.
You have already convinced yourself,
That which you had is no longer in your grasp...
With beliefs what you had will always last.
Do it!
Let go.
The only thing you will be guaranteed to lose,
Will be your delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love the money
Money
Is not money...
It is life....
Money is not
Money
It is happy...
Money is
Not money
It is faith...
Money is not
Money
It is friend...
Money is not
Money
It is life maker...
Money is not
Money...
It is your hard work...
Money is not
Money...
poors god...
money is not
Money
Rich people Cap...
Money is not
Money
World wide all...
Any or many thing money
With money...
So...
Love the money...
Each every day...
Earn too enjoy
with your's life...
witrh good...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Credited In Bad Debits
Accumulating wealth,
At someone else's expense...
Is a crime.
One with a selfishness of mind,
Has become oblivious to it.
Those who whine against this,
Believe their interests...
Has been to take from others.
In a declaration,
To stake as their claim.
Dedicated to steal...
As a birthright to aim.
With unconscious druthers...
Smothered in a pampered,
Selfcenteredness condoned.
To blame,
And...
Have no shame!
Nor guilt explicit if needs of greed,
Become limited.
Although they wish to be stimulated with...
A fragmented way of life they can not resist.
One that has hit an economic abyss...
Far and much distanced from a stolen bliss.
They alone wrecked with theft and havoc.
With demands continuing to exist,
To supplement an undeniable ending...
Persistent with a reality that dismisses,
Their addicted temper fits.
And fantasized delusions...
Now credited in bad debits,
Sitting in closed banks...
Issuing worthless I.O.U.s
On italic letterheads endorsed...
By a bankrupt federal government.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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