Historically You Know This
Tactics used,
To maneuver your way into portraying yourself...
As a better qualified human being than me,
Through the devisive use of corruption, deceit...
And the calculated infusion of mental abuse,
Has resulted in your exhaustion.
You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
You provide me with mental candy.
On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!
That's why your apparent deadend,
Has you rushing to find 'something' of validity...
To divert attention,
Away from insecurities you wish would leave...
To continue doing the mocking done you do of me.
To further falsify your abilities.
You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
I have never met an obstacle,
I did not find intriguing.
On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!
No one could be 'that' naïve...
About a fact based reality faced and believed.
But then again...
Tactics used,
Are not always on the surface...
To be observed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Playing Field Was Leveled
If the playing field was leveled,
And those with skills were playing the game...
There would be fewer less disappointed people,
Observed wasting their time, resources and patience.
And bored out of their minds.
While the ones with no apparent talent,
Continue to strike out at everyone's expense.
But...
Are cheered on to convince they too,
Can eventually become great...
If given the opportunity to hit just ONE ball,
Without a fouling to strike out...
Each time they get to hold the bat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are New Days, Children!
Weak tactics.
Celebrated,
By those thick headed
And using tired tricks.
Have played out,
Among those who have risen...
Above this.
And the ones still doing that,
Just do not 'get it'.
They are limited beyond belief!
Believing their weak tactics done,
Will get the attention of everyone...
Or someone impressed enough,
Who has long regarded them...
Limited creeps of rusting values.
They would like to play on a bigger 'field'.
But they will always yield to those...
Who are not into the 'self'!
Even those with wealth can not dismiss,
Or dispose these 'mental wonders'.
'These are new days, children!
And the games being introduced,
Are not only technical...
They are from out and beyond this world! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have never seen a game's graphics look so sharp and clean. The sound design for the game is also unique on the Xbox. The memory on this system allowed us to provide the user with 5.1 Dolby surround sound for home theatre owners.
Families are the tie that reminds us of yesterday, provide strength and support today, and give us hope for tomorrow. No government, no matter how well-intentioned, or well-managed, can provide what our families provide.
quote by Bill Owens
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The amount of data and analysis available for free is a true example of information explosion has leveled the playing field for individual investors.
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There can be no Justice
`
Provide us just scales
with which to measure
determine the truth
provide no displeasure
be objective and distant
make sure you're blindfolded
mete out the verdict
swift and without fail.
But for the value of life
remember your own
Each breath you take
opportunities blown
Justice is never served
for the dead remain dead
their chances forfeited
memories defaulted
punitive arrangements
may placate the bereaved
but the dead remain deceased.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Fools Blindfolded In Duels
Fools blindfolded in duels.
The unfortunate sadness of all of this is,
They have come to champion their own demise.
In a cohesive collectedness...
Based on racist politics,
That has liberals pitted against those conservative.
And no one sabered with this 'arrogance'
Takes into account,
A country splitting into pieces of disaster!
As the severity of their actions surmount.
Fools blindfolded in duels.
A saving of a lost quality of life.
And that is being proclaimed,
By those too ignorant...
To assess their own shame.
Or a self examination,
That leads by steps to an unregrettable,
End.
Fools blindfolded in duels.
And those owning and holding the debt...
Could care less!
Since they...
Unannounced,
And undeclared...
Have long been the winners,
Of these 'foreign' affairs not theirs...
To bare or shoulder in deceit!
And they observe from distances...
Fools blindfolded in duels.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hide & Seek
There was a time when there was nothing at al
Nothing at all, just a distant hum
There was a being and he lived on his own
He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do
He drew up the plans, learnt to work with his hands
A million years passed by and his work was done
And his words were these...
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it, hope you find it
Hope you find me in you
So she had built her elaborate home
With its ups and its downs, its rains and its sun
She decided that her work was done, time to have fun
And she found a game to play
Then as part of the game
She completely forgot where shed hidden herself
And she spent the rest of her time
Trying to find the parts
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it, hope you find it
Hope you find me in you
There was a time when there was nothing at all, nothing at all
Just a distant hum
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A Ventriloquist With Charm
It takes a certain skill,
To be able to talk from the side...
Of one's mouth.
And the ones who are capable,
Seem never to be ashamed...
If others are aware they do this,
With a shrewd intent to find someone to undermine.
It is as if they have rehearsed to perfection,
The abilities of a ventriloquist with charm to entertain.
Leaving behind one dummy to pick up another.
As those unfamiliar with their tactics,
Find them socially intriguing and mentally astute.
But connecting with direct eye contact is not their purpose.
Getting attention at anyone's expense is their goal to sting!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When playing a role, I would feel more comfortable, as you're given a prescribed way of behaving. So, both Facebook and theatre provide contrived settings that provide the illusion of social interaction.
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope, hope?
Hope?
Never
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So if you want to have a great video game-based movie you have to keep the mood of the game, use the normal character setup - but you have to flesh out the story and provide more background for the characters.
Game Over
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your insistence that your opponent,
Has weaknesses you have capabilities to defeat...
Needs nore evidence,
Than those strategies used...
Produced to see you the one getting beat.
Huddling with neighbors and friends...
As well as family members,
Who have expressed their doubts...
Knowing your preference to embellish,
Have already signalled...
They believe you undeserving of more time outs.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your tactics to delay your removal from the field,
Only yields to your embarrassment...
And yet you wish to keep your deceit concealed.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your GAME...
Is OVER!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether Daggerless But...And, Or If Cloaked
I wish I knew your true identity.
I wish I knew who you were...
Coming into my lfe,
Daggerless but cloaked.
With mental teases...
That do not provoke.
Even though you could...
But you don't provide a heat...
To ignite and get that fire started.
I wish I knew your true identity.
I wish I knew who you were...
Coming into my lfe,
Daggerless but cloaked.
With mental teases...
That do not provoke.
Even though you could...
But you don't provide a heat...
To ignite and get that fire started.
Why?
Do you sense a commonness between us,
Perhaps?
Do you perceive my 'eclecticness'
Has a variety of pieces,
I make comfortably fit.
And you believe you know 'the how'
'The why' and reason I do this?
If there is a 'reason behind it at all!
I wish I knew your true identity.
I wish I knew who you were...
Coming into my lfe,
Daggerless but cloaked.
With mental teases...
That do not provoke.
Even though you could...
But you don't provide a heat...
To ignite and get that fire started.
I sense you like to wine and dine,
Under candlelight?
But you don't provide a heat...
To light and get that fire started.
Whether daggerless,
But...and, or if cloaked...
Or not!
We both need something to eat.
Curiosity may have killed the cat...
But this dude does not feed on teases,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Annoint Themselves Qualified
What institutions do you have left,
That are steadfast and valid?
Hmmm,
Well...
The only ones that seem,
To have stood the test of time...
Are your 'mental institutions'.
However...
I do question their validity.
Since those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Are the very ones responsible for the cause.
Happening at such alarming rates.
And I am glad you have asked me that question.
It just occurred to me...
Those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Do so to keep themselves employed.
And...
Advocated for reasons why additional funding is needed,
To keep rehabilitation programs updated.
With the hiring of more qualified personnel a recommendation.
How clever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shelter
Well, Here I Am This Is My Shelter
Here I'm At One With These Trees
And All These Birds Sing To My Rhythms
And These Waves They Comfort Me
Do What You Will While Your Able
Find What It Is That You Seek
Only I'll Fly, Fly, Fly Above The Ocean
I Will Fly So High Above The Sea
If It's Shelter You're Searching For
The One That I Cannot Provide,
Well, I Wish You Well On Your Journey
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And They,
Well They Thrive
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Well, I Filled My Cup With Your Answers
I Filled My Cup With Your Lies
You Topped It Up With Your Mysteries
And All Those Secrets I denied
Do What You Will While Your Able
Find What It Is That You Seek
Only I'll Fly, Fly, Fly Above The Ocean
I Will Fly So High Above The Sea
If It's Shelter You're Searching For
The One That I Cannot Provide,
Well, I Wish You Well On Your Journey
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And They,
Well They Thrive
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And Thrive
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
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Shelter
Well, Here I Am This Is My Shelter
Here I'm At One With These Trees
And All These Birds Sing To My Rhythms
And These Waves They Comfort Me
Do What You Will While Your Able
Find What It Is That You Seek
Only I'll Fly, Fly, Fly Above The Ocean
I Will Fly So High Above The Sea
If It's Shelter You're Searching For
The One That I Cannot Provide,
Well, I Wish You Well On Your Journey
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And They,
Well They Thrive
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Well, I Filled My Cup With Your Answers
I Filled My Cup With Your Lies
You Topped It Up With Your Mysteries
And All Those Secrets I denied
Do What You Will While Your Able
Find What It Is That You Seek
Only I'll Fly, Fly, Fly Above The Ocean
I Will Fly So High Above The Sea
If It's Shelter You're Searching For
The One That I Cannot Provide,
Well, I Wish You Well On Your Journey
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And They,
Well They Thrive
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And Thrive
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
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No Real Experience
You keep saying what you are not.
And all I want,
Is to get to know who it is I believe I see.
Unless you are telling me...
What you display is a performance,
Mixed with some technique...
But no real experience to feel qualified,
With a motivation you think I might provide.
And I am in no position to teach,
Or block with directions...
Nor provide your activities with introspection.
But you still want me to accept you,
Centerstage!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lord Will Provide
Though troubles assail
And dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail
And foes all unite;
Yet one thing secures us,
Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us,
The Lord will provide.
The birds without barn
Or storehouse are fed,
From them let us learn
To trust for our bread:
His saints, what is fitting,
Shall ne'er he denied,
So long as 'tis written,
The Lord will provide.
We may, like the ships,
By tempest be tossed
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost.
Though Satan enrages
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages,
The Lord will provide.
His call we obey
Like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers
We have a good Guide,
And trust in all dangers,
The Lord will provide.
When Satan appears
To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,
We triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us,
Though oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise,
The Lord will provide.
He tells us we're weak,
Our hope is in vain,
The good that we seek
We ne'er shall obtain,
But when such suggestions
Our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions,
The Lord will provide.
No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim,
Yet since we have known
The Saviour's great name;
In this our strong tower
For safety we hide,
The Lord is our power,
The Lord will provide.
When life sinks apace
And death is in view,
This word of his grace
Shall comfort us through:
No fearing or doubting
With Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting,
The Lord will provide.
poem by John Newton
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Woman is the link
It is the mother and the daughter
On whom you pin your hope,
And with whom you spin your relation.
They only provide you psycho link.
They only provide you a safety thread.
Men are only man made social aid.
Why, then, do you spurn
When a girl to you is born, man?
05.09.2000, Pkmdi
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