Gainfully Out of Touch At All Times
It's the art of brainwashing.
To make excuses for oneself,
And lay the blame on someone else.
It has its 'perks'
For those that this works for.
But it does not last for long.
Someone eventually,
Can tell something is wrong.
When thousands are in denial...
A heavy medication has been done.
Especially when no one seems to be stunned...
But 'vegged' out!
And being under the influence,
Of total delusion.
And in the heights of its effectiveness...
People self inject themselves,
With thoughts of greatness...
Others wished they had a dose of it.
To keep them as high as 'crack' can keep them!
It has been deep and severe,
This process that keeps them...
Gainfully out of touch at all times.
Preparing fresh excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Are So Creative
When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.
Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.
And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
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No Excuses Executable
If it's wanted one works nonstop.
And...
If it's wanted one has to be,
On top...
Of their game.
With persistence that remains,
Consistent and unchanged.
They're no excuses executable,
To keep up.
Or using fake tools to fool,
To attract one luck.
They're no excuses executable,
To keep up...
When a wish is wanted to appear,
That much.
They're no excuses executable,
To keep up.
Or using fake tools to attract one luck.
They're no excuses executable,
To keep up...
When a wish is wanted to appear,
That much to touch.
They're no excuses executable,
To keep up.
Not when one wants something so bad,
And so much...
To touch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Been Too Long To Say I'm Sorry
Entitled: “Its Been Too Long to Say I'm Sorry'
H.L.Swanson
Although I know you’ve probably forgot
And you know I probably have not
You see why I still need to say I’m sorry
But it's been too long to say I'm sorry
It’s been too long to say I’m sorry
But oh I wish I could
For there is now a strength to say the words
And life now appears to be showing
But it’s been too long to say I’m sorry
But no excuses to be made
I must say I'm sorry
It’s been too long to say I’m sorry
But you see I must give it a try
For the anguish that I caused I never meant to be
Just something that was wrong which never should have began
For it's always best to make it right
But it’s been too long to say I’m sorry
But no excuses to be made
I must say I'm sorry
It's been too long to say I'm Sorry
But hoping that you will see and understand
If only I could, Id say, I’m sorry
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Corporate Bottom Line
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
Everyday a job is outsourced,
To prevent a further loss.
And this is cost effective,
As a company directs!
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
And...
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish
I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.
I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.
I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you
I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously
I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you
I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back
I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.
Betrayal Is Betrayal
To say one cares for another,
To conveniently use to make excuses...
With a hiding behind to abuse one's trust,
Will eventually find its way out in the open.
And there are just too many people like that,
To have one believe that their approach...
To throwing someone 'cared for' under the bus,
Has a different touch.
Betrayal is betrayal.
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Only Mental Memoirs Kept
There is going to be a clean sweep.
A complete overhaul...
Of present thinking,
By those who rode...
On a merry-go-round enjoyed.
But now has been stalled.
For certain conditions,
To be employed!
A total restructuring,
Of a thought process.
Coming soon to a mind near you.
And this,
All can expect!
Gone are the days,
Are those having their way.
With assumptions done...
Including less discipline,
To have a life full of fun!
A consciousness that will insist,
Everyone snaps awake.
And overnight this will seem,
To have taken place.
Attitudes about who will do what...
Will have few people,
Sitting on their butts!
With no 'buts' or 'ifs'...
Used for excuses to resist!
A total restructuring,
Of a thought process.
Coming soon to a mind near you.
And this,
All can expect!
No one will be asked to choose,
Whether or not they will participate.
With a hesitation to confuse.
What will be delivered,
No one can refuse.
No offer will be made...
To those in moods wishing to debate!
Those days are gone!
Only mental memoirs kept...
In private reminiscing.
During lunch breaks!
And assignments completed...
When one has finished,
Using their brooms, mops or rakes!
A conformity will be restored.
Not to be ignored.
Or out done.
By those holding onto pretensions.
To impress someone.
Who might care who they knew.
Or where they vacationed,
Under the Sun.
To bask and enhance healthy tans.
A consciousness that insists,
Everyone snaps awake.
And this will traumatize,
To bring many heartbreak!
Attitudes about who will do what...
Will have few people,
Sitting on their butts!
With noses turned up!
With no 'buts' or 'ifs'...
Used for excuses to resist!
A total restructuring,
Of a thought process.
Coming soon to a mind near you.
And this,
All can expect!
You can bet on that,
To happen next!
For all to socialize...
With sweat pouring down,
Their faces and necks!
'Hey you...
Yes you!
The 'intellectual'!
After you're through writing.
Or whatever it is you do.
Get back to your chores.
I don't want to have to repeat that...
Like I did before.'
With no 'buts' or 'ifs'...
Used for excuses to resist!
You can expect this...
To arrive at your door!
Persisting with wishes...
Will not be done anymore.
*Note of definition for 'memoir' as used in this context:
'...the record of the proceedings,
of a learned society...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Medication
They think medication can make everything all right again
Isn't that a big joke
They think medication will make me happy and straight
Oh isn't that funny
They think medication will solve everything
Oh they're so wrong
Medication isn't the answer to all of life's problems
Believe me
Everyday you take your medication
Hoping your little problems will fade away
Everyday you swallow that japped little pill
Hoping you pain will go away,
but will it
They think medication can 'fix' me
Oh they're so wrong
(2-21-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Not a One
I don't accept excuses.
None.
Not a one.
Who do I think I am?
One that does not accept excuses.
Not a one.
Given.
Or forced to take on demand!
I don't accept excuses.
None will I take...
To receive.
Since I don't make them.
For you or anyone,
To believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses
Why no one will help me
I am too dumb I am too smart
They'll not understand me
I am lonely
They'll hate me
And there is not enough time
It's too hard to help me
And god wants me to work
No resting no lazy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked in my own cell
I'm too far from home
It takes far too much energy
And I cannot afford to
No one will ever see me
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me blocked
They've kept me small
They've kept me safe inside my shell
Bringing this into the light
Shakes their foundation
And it clears my side
Now my imagination
Is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights
No one can have it all see
I have to they want me to
And I can't let them down
I'll never be happy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
Theyve kept me small
Theyve kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me small
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
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Self Betrayed
A new day.
And yet...
The same people,
Use fresh excuses.
Without delay...
Although in denial and self betrayed,
They portray themselves...
As ready to accept whatever it is they must.
But they distrust and fear being exposed by reality!
And whatever is done they do,
Is not connected to solving solutions.
And common sense to them has not been introduced.
They refuse to see themselves as the ones with problems!
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And I have this little litany of things they can do. And the first one, of course, is to write - every day, no excuses. It's so easy to make excuses. Even professional writers have days when they'd rather clean the toilet than do the writing.
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Out of Relevance
Out of relevance.
Out of having any influence,
Period.
When does it become collectively witnessed,
That what had been done...
No longer is effective?
When does it in heads click,
Something about their approach...
Has to be re-examined.
And quick.
Especially,
If nothing is accomplished.
And that is not wished to be achieved.
A nothingness is there...
And 'that' can be believed.
However...
When are the signs going to stop,
From being ignored.
When are those who say they have faith...
Going to begin to have that faith explored?
Out of relevance.
Out of having any influence,
Period.
They did this to themselves.
And their excuses are as tired,
As those who have grown sick to listening to them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Book and Film Deals
So many excuses,
By those authoritative are made.
To build new prisons...
As if a rehabilitation saves,
Released felons to return to fresh paths paved.
And nothing has proven,
A confinement does not attract.
Ex-convicts with long rap sheets return.
To be treated better than those,
Doing their best to live right.
And yet these are the people...
Victimized with their pockets burned.
So many excuses,
By those authoritative are made.
To build new prisons...
As if a rehabilitation saves,
Released felons to return to fresh paths paved.
While vicious crimes are glamourized.
With the signing of book and film deals done everyday.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Who Fishes For Nonsense to Dish
They've been taught to cast blame,
Responsibility and the game of placing shame...
Upon the shoulders of someone else.
To free themselves of guilt and its association.
And these teachings have come spouting out,
Directly from the dictates of the horse's mouth.
But...
The horse is accustomed to delusion and denial.
And makes attempts to set its own trial...
With a handpicked jury,
And a judge known to have selective memory.
And anyone looking in,
When these lessons began to be taught without end.
Have also been unknown willing victims...
Of this very same process,
That keeps them entertained.
Taught to cast blame,
By one who fishes for nonsense to dish...
Upon fresh and innocent subjects to train.
With a purpose to have glorified,
One's own name and fame to claim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observation Says It
Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.
Give me eye contact on this one please!
How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?
Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.
When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.
After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.
When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.
Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!
Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.
'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '
If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.
People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?
That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.
If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taking Backward Moves To Make Excuses
There is no hidden desire I have,
To know what it is you think.
Or had thought!
Or the process used by you,
To generate comprehension.
I am not in doubt nor do I have questions.
However,
I will mention this for updating purposes...
Your beliefs,
Are clearly observed.
With your thoughts about yourself,
And environment not kept secret.
They surround you exposed like a bad habit.
And I know the difficulty of confronting issues,
After years of dealing with denial and addictions.
And being baited to debate the obvious,
With you or anyone else...
Would not do justice,
To a consciousness I've earned while yearning.
I've already learned the expense of my own ignorance.
Why should I reminisce in a wallowing away in visit with you?
To who's benefit would that foolishness prove?
And...
That is not a request for a response from you.
I think you perceive me as vulnerable!
I have chosen to move forward.
Taking backward moves to make excuses,
Are not, is not and will not be...
On my agenda!
To prove I can make mistakes...?
I've done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standing On Their Own Two Feet
Estimating a number from observations seen,
It would be too difficult to produce the exact figure.
Of the ones complaining,
About environments they wish to be in.
To do those things,
They claim they mean to do.
If in another scene.
Look they do for a climate,
With a certain energy that allows them.
To be themselves.
Look they do for other people,
Who are doing those things they claim.
For them they can not do,
Because being who they are.
They feel that to be restricted too.
Yet,
Excuses they make.
And this is all they wish.
A seeking for an environment...
With people doing what they do,
So a continuation of excuses can be made...
Hoping to critique,
With more reasons why...
Standing on their own two feet,
Is not as easy as those who are 'lucky'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Itll All Work Out
She wore faded jeans and soft black leather
She had eyes so blue they looked like weather
When she needed me I wasnt around
Thats the way it goe s, itll all work out
There were times apart, there were times together
I was pledged to her for worse or better
When it mattered most I let her down
Thats the way it goes, itll all work out
Itll all work out eventually
Better off with him than here with me
Itll all work out eventually
Maybe better with him than here with me
Now the wind is high and the rain is heavy
And the waters rising in the levee
Still I think of her when the sun go es down
It never goes away, but it all works out
song performed by by Tom Petty
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