In Their Interest To Protest
The only ones blamed for emptying the cookie jar,
Are the ones who came with attempts to explain...
With a doing of their best to correct the situation.
And yet...
Those who assisted with the theft and knew the thieves,
Have decided it is in their interest to protest with the rest.
While continuing to profess being diseased by amnesia!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes
It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.
quote by Buffalo Bill
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Conflict Of Interest
How can you make such preposterous declarations.
That I have a conflict of interest?
When each and every interest I have,
There is not one conflict...
Have I ever expressed about them.
None!
And I would like to know this...
Who believes better than I do,
What my interests are?
'I 'think' you are misunderstanding,
Your position as treasurer of the committee.
You see...
You can not champion the act of integrity,
And then take the money you are trusted with...
To establish your own loan company.
THAT can also be construed as either theft or fraud.'
Well,
Make up your mind!
Are you accusing me of being a thief...
Without integrity?
Or one who maneuvers fraudulently with interest?
And may I add this to your unfounded claims,
Where am I suppose to have this conflict?
I am perfectly aware of my activities.
And I vehemently protest your absurdities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ears Are Closed
There is one basic problem that sits between them.
They all have been conditioned to believe,
Each one of them were born to lead.
And no one perceives a listening should be done.
Where the foundation,
Of true leadership begins for anyone.
That is why what's going on can not be fixed.
Those involve desire to captain their own ship.
And ears are clearly plugged to be closed
While those of flapping lips persist...
The resolving of their started problems,
Should lay on someone's shoulders.
But not on theirs to take the risk.
'You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
'No.
You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
*EVERYONE SING:
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protest With Those Protesting
Don't get erratic
Like the people in the streets.
I say emphatically...
Help them protest
A lack of quality!
You chased the 'bling' of things.
Titles and socialites,
And what you thought a good life brings.
You laughed at me.
Because I had my hands in toilets,
And cleaning sinks.
But I owned what I did.
And learned from invested time in it!
What did you learn?
How to pick up a pink slip...
Smile and be replaced!
Don't get erratic
Like the people in the streets.
I say emphatically...
Help them protest
A lack of quality!
I can think of no one better,
Than you.
How best to discuss,
A digust with a life you knew!
I can think of no one better,
Than you.
To protest with those protesting,
How they assisted themselves
In being screwed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amnesia - 6
AMNESIA - 6
esspeecee…22.09.09.
Natural Amnesia
Yields and builds
Huh Hush Sigh
By hoi polloi.
Clothed Amnesia
The drapet
Happy in being
Pseudo oblivious
Keeps in-built feeling
Sailing rowing rafting
Joyriding with
Not river in boat
But boat on river
Cloaking feeling
Zapping showing
Out side smearing
Attire of Amnesia.
With the feeling
Not in the feeling.
With the happening
Not in the happening.
With the grief
Not in the grief.
It is
The thumb rule
Golden rule
Trusted rule
Bottom line rule
To
Plunge in allness
Of Universe
With eternal Bliss.
Glory unto:
Cultured Amnesia
Nurtured Amnesia
Pampered Amnesia
Purported Amnesia
Engineered Amnesia
Self imposed Amnesia [SiA].
Tie, fly-high
With SiAmnesia! !
Copyright reserved by Author
poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Disturbed Psychologically
A ripping apart of 'standards'
Does not occur
When people have been politically correct.
Or profess to have qualities that are perfectly expressed,
With a display of proper etiquette.
A ripping apart of 'standard's like those witnessed,
Occurs
When people are disturbed psychologically.
And desperately wish to be correct!
By pointing out the flaws of others.
Enforcing their own beliefs,
To such a degree...
They seek to be bailed out,
From their own failures created.
And 'everyone'...
Whether ostracized or despised,
By racist insecurities or flat out lies told...
Pays a price to right these wrongs,
Condoned by crooks.
Whose peers are also professional thieves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Majestic Ecstasy
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life...
With that state of mind.
When will you feel deserving to accept,
A happiness that is within your reach...
Just for you,
Free of past regrets.
Although I know it is unrecognizable.
Perhaps disposable as well.
And on that,
I am not willing to bet, yet.
Forget those promises and missteps made.
I thought with us we would clear the slate.
And be done of those mistakes.
With others who came to introduced to us,
Baggage with issues packed...
To share with us their every heartbreak.
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life.
With that state of mind.
You can not be honest with me!
Not if you aren't able to leave,
That hypnotic bleeding behind.
When am I going to occupy some of that time?
When will I begin to see,
The one I knew who now plays seek and find!
I am yours.
But not a part of you...
Radiates onto me to shine.
I'd like to know,
More than one piece of you...
You keep for me and say it's mine!
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life.
With that state of mind.
I hope one day we will really come to meet.
Before, during or after...
When we do,
Come.
Together when we together...
With a majestic ecstasy,
Come when we meet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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20% Amnesia
What is your destiny? the police woman said....(20% amnesia)
The word that she wanted was destination i'm afraid (20% amnesia)
This is your future boy, this is your fate (20% amnesia)
And you're obsolete and they can't afford to educate you (20% amnesia)
In his bedtime boot boy jersey
Ringing up some fantasy tart
Give me strength or give me mercy
Life intimidates art
Chorus:
Give me strength or give me mercy
Don't let me lose heart
From rage to anaesthesia
Twenty percent amnesia
Were you passed out on the sofa (20% amnesia)
While justice was bartered by a drunken oaf? (20% amnesia)
This is all your glorious country thinks of your life (20% amnesia)
Stripped jack naked with a stanley knife (20% amnesia)
So the german queen went home again
But she couldn't find forgiveness
They made a fist of her hand of friendship
But it's only business
Chorus
The wine you drink has never seen a grape
And now your sci-fi suit has lost its shape
But its a dangerous game that comedy plays
Sometimes it tells you the truth, sometimes it delays it
Think back, think back if you still can
When the trumpet sounded and the world began
Somebody said "we must have won"
So they started burying the boogeyman
Mister gorbachov came cap in hand (20% amnesia)
From a bankrupt land to a bankrupt land (20% amnesia)
Mister gorbachov and some other fella (20% amnesia)
Were taken to a show called "cinderella" (20% amnesia)
It wasn't an accident, it wasn't a mystery (20% amnesia)
It was calculated and the rest is history (20% amnesia)
You don't have to listen to me
That's the triumph of free will
When there are promises to break
And dreams to kill
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Be To You, True
Be to you,
True.
With a doing of you,
No one but you can do to be.
When you make attempts to be me,
Or anyone else you imitate and see.
With beliefs they should be like you,
Or you like them.
There will be left only one of us,
Feeling blessed to be that best person yet...
One can become to be.
With a comfort felt within the skin.
And a caring of less who may protest.
Or a passing of judgement to critique and profess.
Be to you,
True.
With a doing of you,
No one but you can do to be.
And no one will have to guess,
Who it is that you are...
When you have confirmed the placement,
Of your forward moving steps.
Be to you true!
That is all you have to do.
And those pieces you seek to put together,
Will for you need no comparison done of substitutes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amnesia within amnesia
Of the world left behind
Of people lived with
In a state of amnesia
Does one descend
All that one is aware of
Is the looming loneliness
Contracting and expanding
Not knowing the reason why
For in a state of amnesia
Does one descend
Call it karma
Call it a baggage
The back-pack stuffed
Not knowing what it contains
For in a state of amnesia
Does one descend
Amnesia within amnesia
One lives and fades
03sep2010
11.00hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Did You Understand It?
You've written something with several typographical errors.
And I question the correctness of your language usage.
Plus it had been written in mixed tenses.
I read it more than once.
And after the third reading it finally dawned on me,
You may have done this intentionally.
'Did you understand it?
What it was I tried to do? '
I'm not sure.
'How would you critique it? '
I don't know if I can.
'And you read it three times? '
At least.
'Why should I bother to correct it?
If 'you' read something I wrote...
THREE times?
And you have never expressed any interest before?
In anything I've ever done?
Why should I correct it?
This is the first time you and I have communicated,
In years.
Who knew...
All it took was a few errors,
To get you to give me what I have been wanting.
Here...
Read this! '
Your first and third lines rhyme.
But the rest of it...
Well,
I think this is a bunch of garbage.
'Thank you.
And all this time,
You had me believing...
You didn't care.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afternoon Musings
who first took the cookie from the cookie jar?
who me?
yes you
not i
then who?
(for the grown-up
insomniacs
try the song
and change cookie
to love
it works)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Was Prepared To Boycott Ignorance
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
If I made a poster and picketed with it...
Those who couldn't read...
Would not get incensed.
And the ones politically aware,
Might become offended...
As an attack upon their pretensions.
And some who knew exactly what I meant...
Would avoid me like I was diseased,
With a plague they would prefer not to share.
This awareness for them is best kept ignored.
Not made a public fanfare.
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
Too many would perceive me,
To be its advocate.
And more of it would be solicited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Use Any Font You Want
Greed, theft and genocide.
'No.
That is incorrect.
I specifically told the printers,
That should read: Genocide, Greed and Theft.
Alphabetically.
And in bold print.'
What difference does it make?
We are protesting worldwide atrocities.
Not the correct placement,
Of words to be printed on posters.
'And
Look at the font!
I told them nothing below a 48 point font.
That's clearly a 16 pointer.'
Trust me
The police will not care,
If that font was 64 points.
We all are going to be arrested,
For creating a public disturbance.
'I could care less.
Send them back.
When you organize your protest,
Use any font you want.
And another thing...
I requested green on purple backing.
Not purple with a green backing.'
What about the T-shirts?
'Get them on the phone.
I will handle this myself.
Absolutely nothing is co-ordinated,
To produce the effect I expect to get.
Am I the only one around here,
Willing to put my head on the line
For the little guy? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Folks Find That Comforting
Anyone who tries to correct,
What they have already done...
Should be applauded for making the attempt.
Somehow my experiences,
Have assisted in my acquiring this philosophy...
I'm not going to spend a minute trying to correct,
What I have done.
It has been done.
However...
I will do the best I can,
To be more conscious of that which I am doing...
In the moment I am doing it,
As to not to wish to make changes,
To that which I've already done.
If in the doing of 'that' was a possibility.
In other words,
I am not living to make excuses for myself.
Some folks find that comforting.
I don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Muse
Born among them,
Mount Louis;
An altar of uncut stones!
There they were,
Hidden in his tent;
But they have stolen from us and,
Have covered up the theft!
It is joyful like,
Honey from the rock;
But at daybreak i will look for the thief.
Oil from the flinty rock,
The lion's carcass is now nearby;
But be separated from these negative acts of the world.
Be mindful and be peaceful,
And like the city of salt;
For your mother will explain a lot to you.
To the city of romance and to the city of peace,
To the city of love and to the city of care,
To the city of talents and to the city of thieves! !
Inheritance among the children,
But hear oh earth!
And ask your father to explain things for you,
But my muse is like the rain drops on every house.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Of Cookies... and smiling
It’s not the way that
the cookie crumbles that matters….
Nor more important is where
the cookie crumbs scatters
It’s inevitable that
the cookie will shatter
It’s an immutable fact
So what does it matter?
No…Its not the way that
Your cookie crumbles that matters
And only a little more so
Of where the cookie crumbs scatter
What’s most important about cookies…
A fact that is so simple and sublime
Is that the people who get their cookies……often
Seem to Go about smiling… most of the time
poem by David Whalen
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A Place Deserving Earned
From a place deserving earned,
That has given me rest...
I remember and appreciate each step,
That has gotten me here!
To succeed with a quest...
Once disrespected with protest.
But...
I am here to acknowledge,
How sweet it is to witness defeat.
When others make attempts,
To minimize one's good deeds...
Sometimes enjoyed with tears,
When shown in reality to finally be reaped.
I had to clear weeds from my path,
That were planted to confuse my mission.
I had to ignore those who laughed,
And sat...
Creating limits and upsetting restrictions.
But...
I am here to acknowledge,
How sweet defeat is...
When others make attempts,
To minimize one's good deeds...
Sometimes enjoyed with tears,
When shown in reality to finally be reaped.
From a place deserving earned,
That has given me rest...
I remember and appreciate each step,
That has gotten me here!
To succeed with a quest...
Once disrespected with protest.
And yet...
Aided to the feelings of my success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exquisite B.S.
Exquisite B.S.
Finessed at its best.
This wont sit to become fossilized.
Maneuvered?
Yes!
The finest B.S.
Gets to be marketed.
Exquisite B.S.
Tested for perfection.
To leave no guessing game to correct.
As this exquisite B.S. is set...
To endure without stopping.
To ensure its success.
No remnants will be left,
To forge with a defense...
By those unconvinced,
It is solidly based in cement.
And will not ferment...
As circumvented intentions meant,
Are sent.
This is exquisite B.S. to document!
To subdue those who protest.
And addict those who confess...
A weakness they get.
As if to crave a feeding,
With a licking of lips with a wish...
For more of it.
To induce into seduction,
With an unlimited fix.
Until the power of thinking,
Independently...
Lifts from minds,
That are drugged to drift!
Exquisite B.S.
Yes!
Yes!
YESSSSS!
And as delicious to offset,
Any cure that should manifest...
With attempts to correct!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He had decided long ago that no Situation had any objective reality: it only existed in the minds of those who happened to be in on it at any specific moment. The only consolation he drew from the present chaos was that his theory managed to explain it.
quote by Thomas Pynchon
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