Freed of Most Addictions
My time will not be wasted,
By a dispersing attempted through your rhetoric.
My genes are not compose to be,
In a receivership of it.
My mind has been freed of most addictions.
Although I remain in conference with nicotine.
And I've ridden wild horses determined to throw me off.
But there I stayed to learn lessons.
Some of which were extremely painful and mean.
My time will not be wasted,
By a dispersing attempted through your rhetoric.
My genes are not compose to be,
In a receivership of it.
And none of it no matter how slick,
Is even welcomed here to make a quick visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rhetoric (Acrostic)
: Rhetoric (Acrostic) 090a
Rhetoric is the art of polish and refinement.
Harlot verbiage moving from context to context.
Every now and then causing simple mis-judgement.
Tenses abound within rhetorical speeches.
Orator! When will you, if ever, learn?
Rhetoric shows up many words to be sinful.
Independent, discreet as a testified secret.
Cant saturation, dismiss rhetoric to Limbo.
poem by Philip Winchester
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Wasted
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
Im so wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
Or who I am
I thought I could make it on my own
I thought I was indestructible
I had an excuse cause i was young
I thought I was so untouchable
I would throw it all away
I would throw my life away
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
Im so wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
I couldnt admit that I was wrong
I didnt fit in didnt belong
I was young
I was stupid
A life of despair
I was proud
I was angry
I just didnt care
I was everything I never wanted to be
I became my enemy
I would throw it all away
I would throw my life away
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
Im so wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
or who I am
They Said I had potential
They said I got whats coming to me
They say I got the devil (the devil)
and I dont know whats wrong with me
whats wrong with me
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
So wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
Im wasted again
Pasted out dont know who I am
So wasted again
Black out dont know where Ive been
Cause Im wasted again (so wasted)
Im wasted again (so wasted)
Im wasted again (so wasted)
Im wasted again (so wasted)
(so wasted)
(so wasted)
(so wasted)
song performed by by Goldfinger
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The Day Is Wasted
THE DAY IS WASTED
The day is wasted
I did nothing in it-
Does it really matter?
There have been thousands of days in my life
Almost all of them I cannot recall
Many perhaps most were wasted
So one more is wasted-
What can they to me for it?
What is the punishment for it?
The day is wasted
Some day soon there will be no more days to waste
I will not regret this then-
But now
When I still have my work to do and my name to make
Oy va voy a day is wasted
I'd better do something now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Replenish and Dispense
Black, thick and slick.
And let us pray those in charge of it,
Don't allow the prices to go uncontrolled.
If they do...
All of our addictions will end.
And quick!
Those choosing to compose a calamity...
May not get that opportunity,
To exterminate who they wish.
The 'Divine' is observing all of this.
To speed up tremendous great changes,
Now!
A reduction comes to replenish and dispense,
For those new worlds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff's officer, or whatever.
quote by Ian Hamilton Finlay
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Trinity
Even the sleeping genes learn
from their crashes with needles in eyes.
A candid house chooses to fade
after thinning of a blessing.
Legacy of a heretic
lives, dragging down the cracked joints
of a frozen mirror. The wild lips kissing
a tiger on mouth in black night of dancing spirits.
The raging bull decides to goad a raped
girl on white daisies of abandoned bed. All
the dead hunters start cheating the bandages
of a wheelchair, the trembling asteroids
start dispersing in cryptic dark. The world
ends with a kill, mourners lay wreaths and hand
out the cyanide capsules for future onslaughts
on the waking eyes.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Show Must Go On
Baby, although I chose this lonely life
It seems it's strangling me now
All the wild men with big cigars and gigantic cars
They're all laughing at me now
Oh I've been used...used...
I've been a fool...oh what a fool
I broke all the rules...rules...yeah
But I must let the show go on
Baby, there's an enormous crowd of people
And they're all after my blood
I wish maybe they'd tear down the walls of this theater
And let me out...let me out
Oh, I've been so blind, yeah
I've wasted time, wasted, wasted oh so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on
I've been so blind, oh yes, I've been so blind
Wasted my time, wasted so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on
Baby, I wish you'd help me escape
And help me get away
Leave me outside my address
Far away from this masquerade
I've been so blind, oh yes, I've been so blind
Wasted my time, wasted so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Wasted
All the people we all know
Are wasted away on a holiday
Everywhere these people go
Theyre wasted away
Theres nothing to borrow
Wasted today, theyre wasted tomorrow
And I wouldnt want it from you
And I wouldnt take it anyhow
I just want to borrow time and to give my body peace of mind
All the people we all know
Are wasted away on a holiday
Everywhere my buddies go
Theyre wasted away
Their eyes are like pinholes
Nothing to say, were acting like assholes
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Those Slow To Learn Their Lessons
So many years have passed.
And so many have lived their lives,
Being led down the wrong paths...
To one day discover,
As if the clouds have been removed...
From clearing eyes and minds,
To realize those tasks and evil misdeeds...
Done to others in times left behind,
Should have never by them...
The focus of their attention given.
But...
It was.
And those who had been picked,
For those misdeeds done determined...
To have been fit and appropriate,
Might have also awakened with a change of mind.
Perhaps for them they were willing once 'then' to forgive,
But today they may be more convinced...
That those slow to learn their lessons as quick,
Are deserving of repeated teachings...
Until such doing has become satisfying to please.
And those messages they attempted to deliver,
Are guaranteed to have been received.
'I don't understand why I am the one,
Treated in such an offensive manner.'
~Don't worry about it.
You're not the only one who suffers,
From a selective memory.
All you have to do is connect the dots.
What have you done,
That you wish had been forgotten? ~
'I don't remember.'
~Apparently someone you afflicted does.
And has chosen this moment to test.
Until your mind connects.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Time For Games
The raising of children, the rearing of young
Used to be simple but look what its become
The choice of career, the proper vocation
Out of your hands, all for the needs of the nation
No inhibitions with the modern child
Wasted lessons or pleasure or pain
Easy to follow your natural instinct
Easy to follow, much too hard to learn
Useless expressions and sporting aggression
Dont waste my time, I cant wait for the end of the session
What opportunity, the modern child?
Waste passion and wasted mind
Some kids got no time for playtime
Some kids got no time for games
Some kids got no time for playtime
Some kids got no time for games
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Wasted
Well I've been lying awake all night just thinking of you
But a bottle of whiskey lies heavy obstructing my view
I've got a bottle of pills to give me my thrills
And I know that I'm leading a life that kills
Wasted - I've wasted my time
Wasted - I'm shooting a line
Wasted - I'm stuck in a hole
Wasted - I'm losing control
And I've been meaning to call
song performed by by Def Leppard from On Through The Night
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From These Genes
It is from these genes,
From which the genius beems.
It seems to create delicious dreams.
Like the juice that flows to taste familiar...
Yet so sweet.
It's too much to keep it hidden.
Or fabricate its comfort.
It's from the planted seed that's nourished.
To grow, bloom and rejoice the moment!
And it's good...
When it is seen that way!
And better when it isn't.
It is from these genes,
Within me to encourage...
Self,
With a desire to grow.
And to know what I can...
Or can not do.
If I just go ahead and do it!
To prove it to myself.
It is from these genes...
That I have taken so much for granted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rhetoric does not get you anywhere, because Hitler and Mussolini are just as good at rhetoric. But if you can bring these people down with comedy, they stand no chance.
quote by Mel Brooks
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Rhetoric is a poor substitute for action, and we have trusted only to rhetoric. If we are really to be a great nation, we must not merely talk; we must act big.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Rhetoric is a poor substitute for action, and we have trusted only to rhetoric. If we are really to be a great nation, we must not merely talk we must act big.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Sonnet- Genes Matter But…
No longer secret's the genome of man!
The gene make-up of all beasts will be known;
Man's actions and misdeeds, alter none can,
Except man himself, using his mind own.
How can the new knowledge of genes prevent
The growing crimes against men in this world?
For his grave sins unless man can repent,
He will suffer in hell or when he's old.
The society's problems, man must resolve,
Thro' self-control and love of his neighbour;
By brotherhood of nations, man can solve,
Most of the problems and make earth better.
Knowing one's genes is not the solution;
Know thine own mind by self-realization.
poem by John Celes
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Swollen Knuckles
From where I sit...
And I have had those opportunities,
To sit and observe from various places.
In different environments.
And conversed with an assortment,
Of those with both frowns and smiles on their faces.
I've come to notice,
The ones rehabilitated and returning from their time,
Spent incarcerated in prisons.
And so prepared to share with an uplifting.
Those same folks,
Who objected to those who sat with patience,
And had wisdom.
Only now perceive themselves,
To have acquired advice...
With a willingness to share it.
And finding themselves dismissed,
By the very ones they attempted to con.
As if to sit behind bars is the only way to learn lessons.
'OH...
I do understand where you are and where you've been.
And those frustrations you have with newfound concerns.
Oh...
I am not above thinking there is nothing I can learn.
We all make choices.
And my choice was to receive my lessons not sitting in a prison.
And since you've been rehabilitated,
You have more opportunities than I do.
My knuckles have been swollen from knocking on doors for years.
And here you are...
With a Bible and job offers.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Read Your Mind
We held hands and laughed
Then we jumped in the water
Off the jetty wed fly
As the sun got hotter
We were any age
Floating through space
Happy for once in the human race
On this sweet sunday and into monday
Your arms wrapped around me
Where my love has found me
But am I really free
If I could read your mind
I hope Id find
The same love I have in mine
If I could go back in time
Id try to find you
And make up for all this wasted time
Like a broken record
Ive stayed protected
From promises from disappointments
I wanna hear your dreams wanna drift away
Wanna break you in
Oh I wanna stay
Stay in heaven oh in heaven
And see my life finally begin
Will we be together oh forever
Darling please let me in
If I could read your mind
I hope Id find
The same love I have in mine
If I could go back in time
Id try to find you
And make up for all this wasted time
Oh I want to stay in this sweet sunday and into monday
Your arms wrapped around me
Where my love has found me
Has finally found me
But am I really free
If I could read your mind
I hope Id find
The same love I have in mine
If I could go back in time
Id try to find you
And make up for all this wasted time
Na na na na na
If I could read your mind
Na na na na na
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Attempted Murder
Your objectives do not motivate me.
Why would you think they could?
'If I got you to believe you were great,
My self esteem would raise.
Since you would then reflect a joy,
I am determined to see you receive! '
And this deception I am to believe?
'I hope that you do.
I've spent a fortune getting the skywriter
To print 'You Are Great' in the sky.
For weeks!
But you never looked up at all.
We can't give happiness away today!
What's going on? '
Too many of us have been sold on self hatred.
When the money goes...
So does everything else!
But that's not where I'm at.
My mind is somewhere else.
On a whole different thing!
'That's pitiful.
Then what are those values and standards based on?
What about your faith and Christianity and all that?
The fellowman, and brotherhood and unity speeches?
What's that all about? '
When the money goes...
So does everything else!
But like I said...
My mind is somewhere else.
It ain't on that!
'But you can at least feel great without a dollar in your pocket! '
And you can gain 300 pounds without eating a meal, right?
Wrong!
I really appreciate what you are trying to do.
But I am still going to call the police.
I told you I had no money to pay for that skywriter.
And you break into my home!
Looking for something of value.
Do you see how basic I live?
What makes you think I don't enjoy my life,
As it is?
'Yeah, man!
I didn't realize this was the way you enjoyed life.
Damn.
Like this?
I mean, this is BAYZICK!
I thought you were one of those dudes,
Needing a bit motivation.
And I was ready to put my life on the line! '
You have!
Unlawful entry and attempted murder!
'Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa..WHOA!
What are you talking about? '
You attempted to kill my peace of mind!
That's attempted murder.
And that's what I am going to accuse you of.
And I defy anyone who says you didn't do it!
You're going to be locked up for a long time.
Hopefully for the rest of your life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Come To This
And I found my head uncrowned and all life's sweet nectar flowing down
the cracks and seams wasted on some petty little prayers
And I
Reached up for despair but I was well below that cherished stage
And all
My mangled hopes all song unsung
I fear I've wasted all my sun
I fear I've wasted all my time
Everything is faded
Smiles are fabricated now
I fear I've wasted all my sun
I fear I've wasted all my time
Held my eyes closed for too long
And I ran out through the streets in hopes that I might find it there
But
All my buildings stared back at me tenantless and bare
And I
Reached up for the sky
song performed by by Fuel from Sunburn
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