Heat Dispensed
We all are pawns to planned speeches and day old bread.
It's stale no matter how it's nibbled...
Wrapped around the tongue,
Or followed by reheased sincerety.
It is becoming common to hoodwink, sidetrack, derail...
Or simply just flat out lie!
And it's enjoyed!
Addicted to the wickedness....
And finding ourselves cynical in dealing with reality!
It's not political!
It's 'anal'-istic!
A rustic suburban thrust up the rear end,
That's becoming enjoyed...
With each disgusting revelation,
Of another high profile butt exposed...
As if being crank out on an assembly line,
From a factory producing 'nutts' without bolts being craved!
Or chalk boards sold to the blind...
To communicate daily updates!
The supply for this is in much demand!
And we no longer seek solutions!
Instead we are seen shopping for better lubricants...
Some fantastic and with heat dispensed.
And sharing the routines by which we are getting laid,
Without a hint of being compensated.
This method is preferred!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remedy of Existing Conflicts
This space we call reality...
Was not intended to be controlled,
By those who believe a 'oneness' THEY hold!
Like a cancer spreading to kill living cells,
There is a remedy of existing conflicts,
They now see closing in upon them as well.
From a 'hell' manufactured.
They seek hopelessly to find a cure!
However...
They have exposed themselves as encapable
Of using any knowledge
For curing their taste to conquer and rule!
Clueless they are as to what makes heat hotter.
They've enjoyed for too long,
Producing the weapons...
To watch the build up of increasing flames!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Working At The Factory
All my life I've been a workin' man
When I was at school they said that's all you'll ever understand
No profession. I didn't figure in their plans
So they sent me down factory to be a workin' man
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Now I'm here seemingly free, but working at the factory.
The music came along and gave new life to me
And gave me hope back in 1983
The music came and set me free
From working at the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
It was just another factory
I made the music , thought that was mine
It made me free , but that was in another time
But then the corporations and the big combines
Turned musicians into factory workers on assembly lines.
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
We made the music to set ourselves free
From working at the factory.
All my life I've put in a working day
Now it's sign the contract. Get production on the way
Take the money, make the music pay
Working at the factory
All I lived for was to get out of the factory.
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
Was just another factory
Working at the factory.
song performed by by Kinks
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Fuel Your Gratefulness With Thanks
Pick up your speed.
Don't be afraid to lead.
Crank.
It.
Up.
Crank it up!
You turned the key,
To keep you heat.
So crank it up!
Pour and sip champagne from your cup.
Crank.
It.
Up.
Don't slow your roll.
Crank it up...
When you get on the road.
Don't get into a situation,
To see your ambitions curbed...
Blocked, Locked and stopped.
And eventually towed.
Crank it up!
Fill up your tank.
Fuel your gratefulness with thanks.
Crank.
You turned the key,
To keep you heat.
Pick up your speed.
Don't be afraid to lead.
Crank.
It.
Up.
And go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thinking I Was There to be The Only One!
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But they were not demonstrative.
And no one ever strayed...
To betray what they had together.
Who gave what and why is the question.
And who learned what lesson from this?
'You all are being too delusional'.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Mixed with preferences that are dated and timed.
These are new visions on the horizon,
Of my sunset?
And I'm a one on one kind!
With prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
At the same time?
'Poppa don't arch his back for that! '
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But for him.
Not for the whims she dared to expose.
I never thought I would think of her,
As a cheap 'ho'!
And There I stood.
Hiding in the bushes while another man,
Made her squeal louder than I could.
Louder than a man's man can.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Thinking I was there to be the only one!
Thinking no one like me could do her.
'And then...
Like a miracle,
You found your ass awakened!
Right? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynical Point of View
Perceptions you have are yours.
That is not in question.
All I'm saying is that fortuitous opportunities...
Seem not to be dancing, of late, on their agendas.
Selling propaganda seems no longer an issue for them.
I know how it is to be blinded by dazzle.
And making payments to fulfill tax collectors' dreams.
I am not completely a nonconformist!
I have suffered dearly to keep up images myself.
With not a dime in my pocket!
Right now...
I could use a flashlight,
To see the depths of my low credit rating!
Don't laugh!
Laugh when we discuss my current finances!
If Richard Pryor was alive...
He'd be crying right now!
My checking account has more dust in it,
Than money!
You see a hint of a smile on my face?
You will not be able to detect that by radar.
Trust me!
I 'still' have dreams of taking a cruise,
And shopping on Rodeo Drive...
In Hollywood!
That's how attached I am on receiving my piece,
Of that MacIntosh Apple Pie.
With a chicken steaming with vegetables in my pot!
I have not given up my addictions to those visions.
So when I say I admire you?
I admire the way you keep up your pretentions...
However,
You need to open up a can of reality!
And if you have none...
I'll give you a case.
I've been storing that up for years!
Remember when I asked you to loan me five dollars,
And you gave me ten?
I have never forgotten that!
You have a good heart!
There is no debate about your warmth,
Or sincerety of purpose.
It's the thoughts in you head I now question!
And believe me,
It is not your perceptions.
You keep those!
I have my own.
It is how you are dealing with facts that concern me!
Somehow you think your lifestyle,
Is worth efforts to keep maintained!
That is going to change.
Along with any prior delusions you may still have,
That my cynical point of view,
Comes from a destitute childhood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seek Beauty
how long
and how lonely
are the steeps of your lies
and yet
how painfully liberating is the path that your truth requires?
so seek
seek beauty
in laughter and in tears
seek love
and fantastic colours just may highlight the dust in your eyes
seek beauty
coz in the end
when the lamp oil
burnt the flicker once and for all
we fade
we perish in that final hour
savouring the promise of glorious dawn
so seek
seek beauty in the ugly and in the vain
seek love
and fantastic colours just may highlight
the dust in your eyes
seek beauty
and take joy
in your daily struggle
let go repulsion as it clings to the shock
discovery
entering illumination
the transformation of matter into void
so seek
seek beauty
in corruption and in the pure
seek love
and fantastic colours just may highlight the dust in your eyes
seek beauty
seek beauty!
poem by Andrew JansBrown
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As These Days We Live Speed Forward
Your arguments,
To intentionally incense...
Make even less common sense,
As these days we live speed forward!
And the wickedness spewed from your lips,
Has become more obvious.
And the support you once enjoyed from this...
Brings upon disgust from those who inisist you be dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remnants of a Ravenous Activity
Shallow are the crabs
Laying near the bottom of the heap.
Pinching and clawing those near the top!
Wanting more darkness.
Wanting the light shown to stop.
And rotten is the smell,
Preferred and enjoyed.
Tough of crust,
And a sting of venom.
In a barrel that's enjoyed.
To eat themselves and keep...
Trapped.
Devoured.
Until there is nothing left,
But remnants of a ravenous activity.
And scarred shells...
That have begun a rusting into dust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demand and Supply
Demand creates its own supply
Most of the times
If there is more demand than supply
The government should encourage
New investment
And if necessary
Encourage import of the shortage
On the other hand
If there is more supply than demand
The government should discourage
New investment
And encourage export
Of the surplus products and services
Thus
A country can balance demand and supply
For the welfare of its people
poem by Asif Andalib
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Supply And Demand
My boss he's a probable bore.
Put me hands and knees on scrubable floor.
Do it right receive the lions share bliss.
Know all too well just where that ration is.
Learned a lot about the company doe.
Learned less about receiving it though.
Saw how it came to those who always sat pretty.
Don't need it.
Supply and demand.
My girl had a probable cause or so she said and took a probable pause.
I was dumped for occupying her time.
I asked her why and what was next in line.
She said "Shiny hair that's my life ambition
but I'll devote my time to a new omission the rizzle-razzle kitsch of paranoid city".
Don't need it.
Supply and demand.
Supply and demand.
song performed by by The Hives from Veni Vidi Vicious
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High Profile
They came to socialize,
In the best of their wardrobes...
And the least of their concerns.
They mingle and flutter around
On 'A' lists
Taking little risks to campaign
For those in need.
Even though they may be constituents...
These 'representators' have other priorities,
To line their pockets to feed more greed.
They have scrubbed faces...
And credentials to impress!
Photo op name droppers,
Who give interviews to the local press.
Sharing strategies to keep
Building upon their golden nests.
And those that they use,
Will continue to be abused.
Until they who leech upon them,
Have been exposed without question...
As high profile pests!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Mother, Like Daughter
Like mother, like
daughter...
We have so much
in common.
We have so much
fun together....
I enjoyed shopping
with you.
I enjoy talking
to you....
Now that you’re
gone...
There’s a lot of
things that I miss.
But one thing is
Like mother, like daughter.
poem by Lisa Parks
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Proactive Tactics
Our proactive tactics,
Could be made more fantastic.
If our conscious intentions,
Were moved from first gear...
Into third.
A journey enjoyed,
With perception employed...
Takes removing comforts packed,
Out of a box wrapped with familiar trappings...
To explore fresh adventures that are not.
People fear their selfishness threatened.
Those accustomed from living off the backs of others.
Creating their interests from what is seen,
In another's backyard.
And with the use of strategies,
Employing reasons to manipulate and thieve.
Our proactive tactics,
Could be made more fantastic.
If our conscious intentions,
Were moved from first gear...
Into third.
The sharing of resources produces more for all.
Ideas extend from this.
But those of limited awareness and greed.
Perceives one's enslavement,
Delivers what they need.
In a feeding of a suppression...
That stunts abilities.
To leave a dependency...
That a laziness breeds.
And succeeds in the observation...
Of an ignorance supported,
By ongoing stupidity monitored by insecurity!
Our proactive tactics,
Could be made more fantastic.
If our conscious intentions,
Were moved from first gear...
Into third.
With a view more appreciated,
By all being accountable and taking responsibility.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political Spin Recession Sold
I check reality
all the time
I can take it
no need for drugs
alcohol to escape it
a little wine is fine
an interesting thing
about dead end reality
is how few can face it
when political spin
is being recession sold
wholesale masses
wallow in it
shadows may walk
line sow facts
in face cold
of political edge
constructed
illusion
rhetoric
party
line sold
to further exploit
recession
unwaged
already exploited
get real
open factories
on shore
not off shore
in poor foreign
max profit exploited
sweat shop land
get real
create
local jobs
enough already fed BS
sucking up to sponsor
owner corporate bosses
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Difficult It Is to Let Go
One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
To cross a once accepting threshold.
'If you can not obey by 'my' rules.
Get out! '
People enjoy their comforts as they are.
If stale and moldy?
The better.
And a comfort with this is shown.
As sure as everyone knows...
What is stored in the cupboards.
And who enjoys what to eat.
Difficult it is to let go!
Or even force out of the nest...
One who begins to exert an opinion,
That may upset!
And yet...
Doesn't it seem as if those who have enjoyed their lives best...
Are those who had rebelled and been labelled,
As a nuisance and pests!
And...
After experiencing on their own much hell,
Have return to express that once elusive understanding!
And with a comprehension that is openly confessed,
The logic of sharing expenses.
With a patience that should be addressed.
One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
To cross a once accepting threshold.
Until a maturity pleasingly seen is approved.
'That's a good idea.
The sharing of expenses and doing that here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within the Vicinity of My Tolerance
Please.
There is no need for you to poster,
With a generous showing at my parade.
Or try to steal my thunder,
While under my light!
You have no idea,
What it took...
To allow you to breathe,
Within the vicinity of my tolerance.
If I had not saved you from a lowlife.
We'd be still satisfying our mutual temptations.
None by which did either one of us good.
No matter how discreet our current sweet pleasures.
Enjoyed in guilt.
But...
Nevertheless,
Enjoyed!
However...
Sharing light, adulation and applause?
Has me still in recovery.
Doing the best I can...
To pull away from those addictions.
They will not be shared.
Some folks kill...
If they can not get their next 'fix' on,
And quick!
I'm not like that.
I'm a raging cusser!
Please don't make me cuss,
Then later beg me to...
Favor you with my love!
Anything else you ask from me is fine.
But for now in this moment,
Remove your behind from between my fans...
And an impatient Mother Nature.
'To the left, to the left!
Take more steps...
To the left, to the left! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chris Carter is just a fantastic guy, I have enjoyed working for him, immensely. I loved this character. I don't think I can say enough about Chris. It's just a fantastic thing that he's created and I'm so thrilled that I've been a part of it. I'm very grateful.
quote by Robert Patrick
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To Uphold a Facilitation of Rhetoric
Too many had made a case,
Too make haste much too late.
And now they scatter...
To escape from crevices hidden,
To shield embarrassment...
Shown on their faces.
Snacking like mice...
And smacking on the remnants,
Of free cheese once liked.
With few pieces left to feed,
Those in abundant need.
And in speeches those who leech...
Has chosen one amongst them,
To move forward to speak:
'My fellow crumb snatchers...
To uphold a facilitation of rhetoric so enjoyed,
In a sustaining ongoing deceit we employed.
We must sneak away from those we leave in darkness.
To harken upon these times,
Now in disarray...
Producing the utmost of disgrace on display!
And to acknowledge our delusions,
To be self evident.
In the declining hours of our failed policies.
As we proceed to vacate this disaster.'
So...
In other words,
You are looking for a quick exit?
With a bigger excuse...
To back away from what you've done,
And run?
'Oh no no no.
Absolutely not!
And with continuous lies...
We hope you will soon forget as soon as they are heard.
What we do seek,
However...
Is an acceptible way,
For you to digest a reality we formulate...
To leave you feeling not used but appreciated.
That has always been on our agenda to initiate!
We want to keep it real.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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David O's thrifty shopping advice
Christmas shopping to me
is like a walk in the park
The method I use is
So easy and slick
But it is best done
late after dark
And requires no money
this simple trick
You simply go out
And do some window shopping
With a mask, a bag,
And a brick
poem by David Whalen
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Flat On Their Backs
Caught up in confusion has them glued,
To refuse a leaving of their permanent traps.
Like test mice being used they are teased,
With the eating of treats...
That keep them flat on their backs.
And when the fat cats sneak up behind them,
As some doze in stupors while others soundly sleep.
A silent auction to have them sold...
Is planned when their dancing is done,
While smiling on addicted happy feet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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