How My Household Works
Before you use me in any manner,
To bolster and advantage your lifestyle.
With a reference to have other folks believe,
They can call to get an endorsement for you...
From me.
You better call to remind me who you are.
FIRST!
Especially if we met just briefly.
And I impressed you,
As someone who could be tricked and fooled.
Since there has been many disappointed,
Who believed I was easy to deceive.
It must be the way my sincerity reeks.
And if people are calling me,
To supply you a free testimony.
I know you don't know me at all!
Since I see the value in scratching backs.
With a quench of my thirst.
And a payment expected to treat as dessert.
That's how I keep on the lights.
And managed to nibbled on what I like at nights.
AND how my household works.
If I am expected to assist 'your' life with 'perks'.
Someone,
Like you...
Might wish to consider this first!
With a clear understanding of my well-being.
If you seek to use me to promote your 'scene'.
'I'm sorry.
You have the wrong number.
I know of no one by that name.
It's okay!
There has been no inconvenience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All In All
All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young, you shall be free
Watching for the signals that some easily
Take it as a point of love, a reference place to where you are
Every step a step to set you free
All for the sake and the calling of light
Ask as you give, as you measure in time
All in all this will to give, this sacrament,
This need to live
Take it a step to bring love easily
All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young,
You shall be free
Waiting for the waiting to be free
Talk is the easy send, everyone heard
Ask as you seek the clear, ask and you can
This play is of a myriad of conscience sitting
This day is of a special way of love relating
This sight is in it, this way is in it, the dream is of the positive to make
You
Wonder
How did heaven begin?
This time is in it, this thought is in it, this light is in it,
When you see, you get it
All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young, you shall be free
Take it as it comes so easily
Well be there beside the sign, this wherewithal, this will to be,
Brining all the love thats meant to be
All in all we shall be young, we shall be free, we shall be there
All in all this time is meant to be
song performed by by Yes
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All In All
All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young, you shall be free
Watching for the signals that some easily
Take it as a point of love, a reference place to where you are
Every step a step to set you free
All for the sake and the calling of light
Ask as you give, as you measure in time
All in all this will to give, this sacrament,
This need to live
Take it a step to bring love easily
All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young,
You shall be free
Waiting for the waiting to be free
Talk is the easy send, everyone heard
Ask as you seek the clear, ask and you can
This play is of a myriad of conscience sitting
This day is of a special way of love relating
This sight is in it, this way is in it, the dream is of the positive to make
You
Wonder
How did heaven begin?
This time is in it, this thought is in it, this light is in it,
When you see, you get it
All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young, you shall be free
Take it as it comes so easily
Well be there beside the sign, this wherewithal, this will to be,
Brining all the love thats meant to be
All in all we shall be young, we shall be free, we shall be there
All in all this time is meant to be
song performed by by Yes
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How I'm Able to Accomplish What I've Done
All through my life I've heard it stated,
Who is doing 'what' for me.
And how my life has been made easy...
By the very same folks,
Who haven't been in my life for many years.
And I love and miss them.
But facts are what they are!
Most of my life has been spent,
In the practice of assisting other people.
Carrying oil cans and doing those chores.
Because I was the only man in my household.
And my mom didn't 'shrimp' on what she expected,
Of me.
That's how I remember my 'cushioned' life.
'But...
Son,
You have been able to do this...
With such effortless cool.
I dig it and it's hip! '
~But, My Father...
Without You,
None of what I've done would have been accomplished.
Without You...
I'd just be another fool complaining about my life! ~
'Ssssshhhh...
Yeah...
They do complain a lot, huh?
Keep your voice down!
I thought you said you wanted to keep your activities mysterious? '
~Yeah, I do...
But Geessshhh,
Don't these folks know...
How I'm able to accomplish what I've done? ~
'Not necessarily!
If I had a nickel for every hypocrite professing their faith,
And devotion to Me...
I'd be able to end the economic crisis within hours!
If not immediately.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Easy Dollar Nepotism Has Produced and Made
In the beginning,
Like all games played...
The motive is to undermine,
By an objective no one suspects.
The motive may be publicly announced,
To gain interest, funding and attention.
The objective is to discreetly deceive.
And if this is done with a few collectively...
An intention has succeeded and gains respect.
One can call an organization anything they wish.
With fanfare, music and drumming to assist.
Call it a collection of artists.
Since no one is left to become suspicious of this.
But an over-rated social agency...
To take advantage of one's ignorance,
Seems to have been for 'them'...
An easy dollar nepotism has produced and made.
'Those people know nothing about assembling talent.'
~That has never been their motive or objective.
They needed to find an easy way to feed themselves.
And declaring themselves knowledgeable of an industry,
Was all the proof they needed to bamboozle.
What have they done in the past fourty years?
Besides remodel kitchens and buy new cars.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is an endless procession of surprises. The expected rarely occurs and never in the expected manner.
quote by Vernon A. Walters
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So I did.
I kissed her child as she expected.
I praised my host as he expected.
I praised his work as I am supposed.
They wanted to be fooled so I did.
26.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Born To Fail
I was born to fail.
I was told that I would never make it.
I was told that I would end up in jail and within a cell,
Or a woman of the night and loving it.
I was counted as the least to succeed.
My story was that I'll be the girl that would walk across the stage
With a baby on her side.
I was never challenged, not even a plea.
I was labeled as easy, just offer a ride.
I was never expected to be successful.
I was never expected to graduate with any honor.
I was told that I was everything less than grateful.
I was told that I'll never have the brain power,
But look at me now
As I stand tall and very bold.
As I walk with pride repping that purple and gold.
C.O.G.I.C is where it's at.
Don't get me wrong I love where I came from,
But could never go back.
It made me who I am today,
A woman that's very strong.
Now that I made it through,
Some may expect me to be boasting,
But I'm not because I wouldn't be me if it wasn't for you.
You were the one that declared I was destined to fall,
But I am more than what you expected.
My destiny is mine to call,
And for you to accept it.
So you see, I wasn't born to fail.
I was born to be me and that's all to tell.
poem by Shukiera Johnson
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Calling Dr. Love
You need my love baby, oh so bad
You're not the only one i've ever had
And if i say i wanna set you free
Don't you know you'll be in misery
They call me (dr. love)
They call me dr. love (calling dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling dr. love)
And even though i'm full of sin
In the end you'll let me in
You'll let me through, there's nothin' you can do
You need my lovin', don't you know it's true
So if you please get on your knees
There are no bills, there are no fees
Baby, i know what your problem is
The first step of the cure is a kiss
So call me (dr. love)
They call me dr. love (calling dr. love)
I am your doctor of love (calling dr. love), ha
They call me (dr. love), they call me dr. love (calling dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling dr. love)
Ooh, they call me (dr. love)
I am the doctor of love (calling dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling dr. love)
Ooh, they call me (dr. love)
I am your doctor of love (calling dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinking of (calling dr. love), yeah
Yeah, they call me (dr. love)
They call me dr. love (calling dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling dr. love)
Love, love, love, (dr. love)
Love, love, love, love, (calling dr. love) love dr. love
(calling dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' (dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' (calling dr. love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling dr. love)
They call me dr. love (dr. love)
They call me dr. love (calling dr. love)
I've got the cure
song performed by by Kiss
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Labels!
they call us poor white folks
'white trash'....
they call poor black folks
'niggers'....
they call poor Hispanic folks
all kinds of names,
'illegal' being the worst!
labels...
people who have too much
at the expense of the rest of us...
well insulated ignorance...
hatreds, that begin with hatred
of the self!
we're not labels!
we're just folks....
breathing, working, dreaming,
trying, doing the best we can....
we deserve the dignity
of being treated as human beings....
labels... hell no!
i'm not your boy, not your slave,
not your inferior...
i am human!
treat me as such!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When Your Lights Turned On
(hicks / clarke / nash)
If I see the lights on in your room
If I see the lights on I call on you
Its a signal that hes gone
So Ill call you when your lights turned on
And Ill be happy to wait up until he goes
And Ill be happy to wait up until I know
That the coasts clear its all right
So Ill call you when your lights turned on
Everything you say about me gets right home
Thats why I put up with you this way
Everything you say about me gets right home
I wish that he would go and I could stay
That the coasts clear its all right
So Ill call you when youre lights turned on
Verse 3
Just for how long can our love go on like this
If you thought more about me youd end all this
But when your lights on its all right
So Ill call you when youre lights turned on
song performed by by Hollies
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Friends Do Not Accept A Disrespecting
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And...
Should refer to themselves as something else.
Like pests who dissect with an inspection,
That is regrettable when actions become suspect.
And not call themselves friends.
To eventually become upset.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
Maybe the thrill of those who love to death get,
Is a neglecting to respect a friendship that is deceived.
Especially when one does to another,
As if the doing of a backstabbing is something one does,
To please.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
That's a bunch of B.S.
Not actions between friends doing that at their best.
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And should not regard themselves as such,
With a consciousness that goes untouched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Released For Repeated Processing
Not into subservience!
Or failed belief systems.
Nor do I tolerate those...
Who impose their insecurities on others.
You know the kind...
Who talk about the disadvantaged.
While they make sure,
They are kept that way...
At a disadvantage!
Not into those,
Who allow this to happen either.
Like those preachers who leach their congregations...
And brag about their Phd's from pulpits.
To insure a cure for devilment...
With a percentage of all earnings,
That will ease an ignorance...
They sermonize can be managed.
At their living tax free 'advantage'.
Deceptions like these,
To further the cause of fear...
Only results in the advancement of decadence.
And that is very clear!
Where there is a church...
Crime is close and near.
'That is blasphemous! '
Explain that in your next 911 call!
Maybe to you the police will rush.
Or maybe your minister will show up...
If it is not an inconvenience.
~Yes, my brother...
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Oh, by the way...
Did you tithe this past Sunday?
You know the church is short on funds! ~
It doesn't take a spy,
To wonder why!
And not far away are diseases from hospitals.
That is the reason there are so many of them.
To make sure people are treated...
And released for repeated processing.
For a fee!
Leaving those who live,
In the profligating of their 'sins'...
The least likely,
To benefit from their ailments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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634-5789
(s. cropper/e. floyd)
Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin, call on me
And if you want some kissin, call on me, baby
No more lonely nights will you be alone
All you got to do is pick up your telephone
And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
cause thats my number, 634-5789, 634-5789
Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin, call on me
And if youre beggin me some good kissin, call on me
No more lonely nights, will you be alone
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone
And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
Thats my number, 634-5789
Call me baby, Ill be right there just as soon as I can (wait a minute)
And if I be just a bit little late, well, I hope that you understand
634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
Its not too late
634-5789, 634-5789
To call me on the phone, girl [call me, baby]
634-5789, 634-5789, (use a dime), 634-5789 (call me up, hey)
Dont lose my number
634-5789, 634-5789
Call me on the phone, girl
634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
Put your hands on the telephone
Call me on the telephone
Hey, call me baby
Dont loose my number
Thats my number
Call me right now
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Existing to Please
No longer do I make myself assessible to folks.
I'd find myself rearranging my priorities,
At the dropp of a hat.
Wanting some folks to know,
They were special to me.
Those days are gone.
And so are old agendas!
I've updated my own needs.
And I no longer believe...
I should find myself last,
On a list of important things to get done.
If I don't think I belong at number one...
No one will believe I deserve to be!
The relevancy of my life has been changed!
And I had to act fast and drastically.
Before I found myself just existing to please.
It's not always best,
To make things look easy for the rest.
To 'be' or 'not to be' taken for granted...
Is a choice one makes,
And should not become an expected test!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Have Done This To Themselves
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms'.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve.
People have done this to themselves.
Not to treasure one's integrity,
Is a sign an identity is lost.
And nothing is valued but delusion.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms' of 'this' experience.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve,
Not one word but every word said.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Number One Through Five
Making adjustments in one's life,
To accomodate the needs for another...
Who bothers not to call or show,
To let the adjustment maker know...
Things have changed.
And time was not there,
To permit one to become aware of it!
Needs only to happen just once!
To allow this event to re-occur,
AND 'then' complain?
Should say five words,
That has particular meaning...
To the one who believes,
Patience is a virtue.
NOT!
Number one...'Yes'
Number two... 'I'
Number three..'Am'
Number four... 'A'
Number five... 'Fool'
The repeating of this,
Should do something to assist in the 'awakening'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Verse or Prose
Sadly, to me
This thing they call Prose
Is naught but just talk,
And often verbose;
I think it's too easy
And honestly, I'm
Just wanting to say
I much prefer rhyme.
And almost the same is the
Form called Free Verse,
It isn't for me, I'm not keen,
And what's worse:
Explaining the differences
Should be a breeze,
But even amongst the 'experts'
No one agrees.
Now I'm no academic
But I won't be fooled
By the 'cleverer' people,
By the so-called, 'well-schooled';
I favour good rhyming
O'er Free Verse or Prose,
And I'm calling to mind now
The Emperor's New Clothes.
poem by John Carter Brown
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Only To Nibble A Bit To Then Spit
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
People get use to the familiar.
Although prior to it,
They had settled for the bland.
Until a spicing done to that blandness,
Made more of the spice...
Requested by demand.
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
A rejection of what had been once presented,
Now is refused as mediocrity.
And a closer inspection becomes harsely critiqued.
Critics come out of the woodwork,
To exclaim their findings weak.
And those who plagiarize,
Take credit for their additions done.
But the one who sweats with an innovation...
Never receives a just due that comes!
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
Only to nibble a bit to then spit,
That's it!
As if what is tasted is nothing but garbage.
Especially if a taste of it reminds one of the rest,
That has already bettered the betterment of one's best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Hear Your Voice
So many nights thought that I was doing fine
Thought that time had chased your picture from my mind
So many times thought my heart was finally strong
Now I find this heart of mine was so wrong
I thought Id finally learned to get on with my life
I hear your voice-(call)
Your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
The way it used to do
I feel my heart (fall)
I try to keep you off my mind
But every time I do, I hear your voice
So many days I thought that I could love again
But any fool in love would know thats all pretend
You always seem to find your way
Back in my dreams and I cant break free
Chorus
You know I tried so many times just to forget you
Ive tried to walk away from you
Oh girl, its just no use
I hear your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
Calling me.. calling me the way...
I feel my heart (fall)
I try to keep you off my mind
But every time I do,
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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A touch and go
I buried myself long ago
It was just touch and go
One little useful thought
Complete salvation was sought
I had dreamed about many things
I could do nothing much or attained something
It was as usual complete rout
I have nothing more to talk about
My heart remained almost dry
No one came forward and asked why
No river flow was expected
I accepted the fact and never reacted
I had so much to offer
I remained among and never differed
Yet I got kick backs in return
I had nothing to offer in turn
It was creating lots of impact
I was expected reasonably to act
I was burdening for no useful out come
I had strong desire but was not always welcome
I think for calling of the day
This is only option or way
Person should make voluntary recall
As it can be his final call
No one may come to know of fine gesture
You have lived for them for entire tenure
It was now turning against you
You have lost the faith and it is very true
I am no were physically connected
Fear in mind and illusions wrongly created
It is driving me away from real world
The world seems different and very cold
I see the concept differently
Even though I have not felt it unhappily
It is gradual change and has affected many
I am one of the individual among so many
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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