How Many Times Have You Told Me That?
You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.
The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.
And I will say this,
About your version of the 'incident'.
And your need to have it accepted.
From a point of view you wish respected.
You need no longer to protect it.
Since it is obvious who between us,
Has been more affected.
So I will leave you to get some needed rest.
With any version that conflicts,
With the one that I witnessed.
And your attempts not to be involved in it...
Will be a matter between you,
And your deluded consciousness.
Do you see me?
'Of course I see you! '
Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?
'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '
You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.
The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.
Do you see me?
'Of course I see you! '
Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?
'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '
Oh,
I can be wrong.
How many times have you told me that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glorified G
Got a gun, fact I got two
Thats o.k. man, cuz I love god
Glorified version of a pellet gun
Feels so manly, when armed
Glorified version of a pellet gun (4x)
Double think, dumb is strength
Never shot at a living thing
Glorified version of a pellet gun
Feels so manly, when armed
Glorified version of a pellet gun (3x)
Glorified version of a...
Always keep it loaded (3x)
Kindred to be an american...
Life comes...i can feel your heart...
Ooh...life comes...i can feel your heart through your neck...
Life comes...i can feel your heart through your neck...
Like some...i can steal your heart form your neck...
Glorified...glorified...
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Father unequalled
No version is a better version
Than its original version.
No man is a better person
Other than one’s father
To be one’s mother’s husband.
25.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Facts Have Been Subtracted
Regardless of those statements you've made,
To anyone who has given you time to listen.
I was the one who accepted your blemishes and flaws.
I had been the one,
Giving you time to disrespect mine.
And I was the one...
To turn my back on another one of your excuses.
And I am sure any empathy you have manged to gather,
Facts have been subtracted...
From your version and depiction of truth.
And of this I am certain from witnessing your past.
Since your routine suffers from a much needed update.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the interest rate area, traders have for a long time used a version of what is known as Black's model for European bond options; another version of the same model for caps and floors; and yet another version of the same model for European swap options.
The Case Of A Waterfall
a waterfall can be seen in different angles
different versions can be said
how a waterfall falls from a very high cliff
the first version is the waterfall itself
the second as you turn clockwise
gives you the version of a fog hanging on a cliff
or a horizon of white clouds
the third version, as you turn another quarter
again on a clockwise direction gives you a water fountain
going up the sky
and the last version on another clockwise
or quarter turn gives you the rage of the river
flowing to the sea
that is how reality appears to our very eyes
some points of view
how life becomes depends on how we see it
coupled with our faith
within ourselves
to one who sees a twisted point of view from a dog's eyes
life appears like a tick sucking blood from the armpit of
a puppy
blood is drained and stored on a bloating stomach
of the tick. Life is actually, how you see it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perfected and Over-rehearsed
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
Spoiled and embroiled by choices of isolation.
Believing decisions made would remain sustained.
Creating superstitions within accepted standards,
Of division...
Has weakened values and traditions.
And foundations trembling...
With once tried and true,
Restrictions.
Faltering a quality of life for all,
By hidden agendas and undenied admissions.
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
With wishes to return to comforts yearned...
To free from the rising of conflicts,
That has today showered many with concern.
Although hoping lessons that seem hard to learn,
Has not come upon them too late to recreate...
What is observed.
When a listening done to comprehend and correct...
Was not prioritized as an objective first.
To protect from a neglect...
Perfected and over-rehearsed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it or offer your own version in return.
quote by Salman Rushdie
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Jim Morrison's very good looking, but I don't like this version of the song. The Feliciano version is better.
quote by Maurice Gibb
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A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.
Salman Rushdie in O Magazine (April 2003)
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Mix Up, Mix Up
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, yeah!
Well, its not easy,
Its not easy
Speak the truth, come on, speak. eh, now!
It ever cause it what it will:
He who hide the wrong he did
Surely did the wrong thing still.
Get in the studio of -
Studio of time and experience
Here we experience the good and bad;
What we have, and what we had -
This session (session),
Not just another version (version).
Oh lord, give me a session (session),
Not another version (version)!
Theyre so much stumbling blocks right in-a our way:
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday;
Theres so much wanting, so much gaining, so much have done.
Too much little mix-up, in the mix-up, yes!
Too much little mix up!
Too much of this mix up - mix up!
I was born in the country, right on top of the hill
I still remain, I know I still, I will-a,
But through your f...in respect and through your false pride
Someone wanna take jah - jah - jah children for a ride!
Shut up! open the gate, and let the saints through.
Please make it a session (session);
Not another version (version);
Ooh, please make it a session (session);
Not another version (version)!
Hey, you been talkin all your mouth full of lies,
Sitting there toppling and, lord, they criticize.
So through the eyes of the fool the deaf is wise,
And through the eyes of the wise the fool is size.
Saying is too much mix up - mix up!
Saying is too much mix up - mix up!
I wanna clear the wheel once and for all;
I wanna clear my wheels, I dont care who fall!
I gotta clear my wheels once and for all;
Clear my wheels, I dont care who fall - fall:
(too much mix-up - mix-up!)
---
/guitar solo/
---
Hey! mr. music, why dont you wanna play?
Dont you know today is a bright holiday? yeah! (holiday)
Some people waiting for the message that you bring,
They listening to every word that youll sing.
Singing: (too much mix-up - mix-up -
(too much little mix up!)
Would you groove along now
(too much mix up - mix up), yeah!
Yes, would you groove along now
(too much little mix-up!)
They just cant stop you know
(too much mix-up - mix-up)! /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Did I Beg From You An Acceptance?
This is not a version of something before that had existed,
To be lifted from your memory to then quickly dismiss.
Not this!
No.
But you've been convinced of it,
As being just another experience you would rather do without.
Until it's remembered for what it is.
To then do your best to recapture the moment to reminisce.
And not a version of it attempted to compare,
Will never satisfy what was there when it had been given...
To you and no one else.
Trust me!
I know from where it came with my eyes wide open.
It was not from me to leave that easily.
And when rejected...
Did I beg from you an acceptance?
No.
I did not.
I've kept what I've got to increase its appreciation.
To flourish as it was nurtured.
What I've got to spare doesn't have to be shared,
To validate its existence to remain with me welcomed!
Time has taught me what to value.
What to keep and always cherish to polish and not let rust.
It doesn't have to be an 'us' for that to be made known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The long version of the play is actually an easier version to follow. In all of the cut versions the intense speeches are cut too close together for the audience and the actors.
quote by Kenneth Branagh
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Interpretations
INTERPRETATIONS
Fat fortune's made, flat wife Dow fed
rat’s force runes laid, bat - strife - ciao - bed.
Version I Final Hour
Undefeated, all round oppressed,
pun deleted, fall sound suppressed.
Version II Foresight
Insightful plans in stealth prepared
sin, night, culls man, win’s wealth despaired.
Version III Adultery
Distresses through, fears one must stifle,
mistresses two, years won, lust, trifle.
Version IV Dixit Spouse
He’d rule, make hay, term ends today,
heed fool, fake bay, worm wends to play.
Version V Dixit Daughter
Who hid himself behind his wealth
in failing health must part from pelf.
Version VI Dixit Son
Abusing all, refusing fall,
lewd now must stall, cued to Death’s call
Version VII Dixit Bureaucrat
Who played sly hand, f[l]ame fanned, cold dust,
grew, greyed, sigh banned, aim sand, old, bust.
Version VIII Conclusion
Statistics show life’s little glow
soon ebbs, tide’s flow goes where none know.
Bonanza dreams, boon nailed, no shows,
so stanza schemes soon fail, flow slows.
23 March 1975 revised 4 February 2009
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For previous version entitled The Art of Interpretation see below
f[l]ame: aim’s fame flame lame
The Art of Interpretation
My fortune’s made,
my wife is fed;
my future’s laid,
and so to bed!
Version I: The Final Hour
In life I came off best,
my fam’ly’s fed and dressed,
now comes the final test, -
I go at Thy behest!
Version II: Foresight
My plans are laid deep,
my wife counts her sheep,
the profits I’ll reap!
I’m falling asleep...
Version III Adultery
My wealth I won at poker,
my wife is with her mother,
in the arms of another,
my mistress, fears I’ll smother.
23 March 1975
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I have got an anthology album out. The American version has got the same mixes but the European version, I remixed them in the studio and added a couple of things that I have always wanted to add.
quote by John Entwistle
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Up To My Neck In You
Well Ive been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life
Ive been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
Im telling you
You came along when I needed you
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
And Ive been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
Ive been up to my neck on the railroad track
Waitin for the train
To cruise on through
Well baby my time is due
Oh its way overdue
You came along and you pulled me through
Now Im up, up to my neck in you
Well Ive been up to my neck in whiskey
Ive been up to my neck in wine
Ive been up to my neck in wishing
That this neck wasnt mine
I was a loser
You werent lost
Baby you were too good, too good to be true
What youve got no one else could do
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
Yeah you came along when I needed you
Oh Im up to my neck in you
song performed by by AC-DC
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Verison Girl
(chorus)
Version girl, what's your name?
Oh you come and you go,
Version girl, what's your name?
Just like the morning sun.
It's so hard to find a personality with charms
Like yours for me.
Oo-ee oo-ee oo-ee
Version girl, what's your name?
Don't you know I long to say.
Version girl, what's your name?
It's so hard to find a personality
With charms like yours for me
Oo-ee oo-ee oo-ee
I sit in the sun waiting for you to come along
So my heart will be satisfied
So please let me be your number one
Under the moon, under the stars and under the sun.
(chorus)
Version girl, whats's you name?
Oh you come ......etc
Oo-ee oo-ee oo-ee
(talking)
Version girl, whats's you name?
Oh you come .......
Oo-ee oo-ee oo-ee
I sit in the sun waiting for you to come along
So my heart will be satisfied
So please let me be your number one
Under the moon, under the stars and under the sun.
Chorus
song performed by by Ub40
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Mistakes Are Expected To Be Made
Would it be worth it to reverse and redo,
Those mistakes I've made along the way?
For purposes to correct,
What today I am better to convey?
With a maturity that is assured.
And with a humility I've learned to display?
Many times I have thought about this.
As I reminisced those lessons,
I should have grasped but dismissed.
And IF it was a possibility,
To correct and perfect my blemishes...
Flaws and imperfections,
Others inspected and criticized!
My life would not be as fulfilling.
Since my time would be occupied...
With making excuses and creating alibis.
And I would have been limited to sit in fear.
And I thank God,
It was not the fear of obstacles...
That have kept my steps blessed.
It was faith and prayer that made me aware...
I was just one of many artists,
Assigned to do my part...
To add onto this living canvas,
We've come to call life to live and give.
And mistakes are expected to be made.
With attempts in the wrong direction,
Only God forgives if we ask of Her or Him...
Or Both,
To be forgiven!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing Something On Their Own
I can find the restrooms in my home,
Blindfolded.
There are two.
And I know what to do and how to use both,
For purposes to address an agenda.
I do not need a tour guide,
To make clear my familiarity.
Some have a need to have their hands held,
During a repeated process.
To feel a comfort in this repeating...
Something they do is correct.
And does not offend...
If they should be caught alone,
And doing something on their own
That may not be condoned or accepted.
Hoping that what is done...
Is approved by everyone!
Even if what they do,
Captures no one's attention.
With or without...
Making attempts to apply imagination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Before The Much Needed Sleep...
one wonders, at times, in the middle of
(nowhere)
of the room, where books scatter like chairs
after a wild party, that class reunion after
25 long years, (back to the main point)
of wonder, when pushed at the edge,
whether, the things done, year after year,
polishing each, like old shoes that do not break
priding of their crocodile skins, are right
correct, and justified, whether the conclusions
arrived at are, true, useful, and normally
good, one lays his head against the tip
of the easy chair, supports the neck with both
hands and look at the ceiling for answers that
do not come out easily, but appear like lizards
still waiting for their cockroach and favorite mosquitoes,
this office has mosquitoes and cockroaches,
and, as the answers are not ready made, but
slimy like fishes on the river Kwai, one stares like
a blank wall, eyes closed later, fall into sleep and
dream.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He considers the theatrical version of Fanny and Alexander an amputated version of what his original film was, and he doesn't really like the shorter film.
quote by Bille August
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