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It Becomes Pointless

It becomes a pointless,
And forgettable activity...
When a conscious mind,
Bemoans an obvious blockade,
Preventing a forward movement...
Those with eyes,
But refuse to see.

If those in the majority,
Have decided confusion is the way...
Why bust a gut,
Yelling as if crazed...
A deadend selected,
Is not a closed gate that will open...
If they stayed and prayed.

It becomes pointless.
Demeaning!
And most importantly...
Attracts an attention,
Others find amusing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless

It's pointless.
Though I like it still.
It pleases me so.
It fits the bill.
Continuing on through useless drills.
The absurdity of it really kills.
I love these old pointless horror films.
The plot is wretched and extrmely thin.
Their laughable attempts to be quite grim.
It never ceases to make me grin.
I love them tons.
With pointless puns.
Their exquisetlessly needless and quite dumb.
They never stop in endless run.
I want to see them all it's so much fun.
They're completley pathetic like this poem.
Going on in endless drone.
I like it still it's pointless fun.
You do to cause now it's done.

poem by Michael McParland
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Exactly the Way It Is Seen

It is pointless to review,
A detriment that has been done.
Pointless it is to ask opinions,
From anyone.

It is exactly the way it is seen.
And the steps to get it there...
Were placed with all aware.
Some preferred to see it for what it was.
While others chose to have it disguised...
And they are the ones unbelieving,
The realities on the scene!

And to chase for explanations,
From those who put in place the degradation.
Is to verify the obvious...
Some chose to see others and not themselves,
Being demeaned!

Now that 'melting pot' is hot!
With all knowing what it is like to be burned!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Where

Here now
we continue pointless conversation
Its 3 oclock in the morning
we are going no where so we are yawning
drinking for the sake of drinking
pointless conversation but we are talking
so we continue
we continue to pour whiskey into my glass?
And I can't help but look at the clock because I like watching time pass
because I don't care
I like where its going
even though I know its not going anywhere
because we have no where to go
we don't need to go quick we don't need to go slow
darling we have no where to go
taughnted by tiredness, still neither eyes do close
as we speak we refuse to listen to the truth in which we see.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Keep Moving Forward

Returning attention given to those seeking it,
By telling you what you are not...
And what you could do to improve your status,
For their approval and acceptance...
Should give you a clue as to what it is they do.
And have done with the time to them given.

However...
IF you return back to them nothing to work with,
By giving them closed lips and forward movement...
Something done in the doing of that,
Will be more than enough than they have done...
Most of their lives they themselves have validated.

You need not to say or do a thing to bring yourself,
Down to a level to appease people like this.
Since it should be obvious to you as this is viewed,
They have yet to find themselves...
To stop a wasting of their time to find others,
Willing to waste their minds and time collectively.
With no improvement or a wish to seek progress.

The only thing done one can do for people like this,
Is to keep moving forward.
With a leaving behind with them a hint as to your abilities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gridlock

Advocating an end,
To a gridlock begins.
So all intersections are closed,
Not opened to relieve the strain.

And those selected to intercept,
Have rejected the best solutions.
Engaging themselves instead with praise.
As they keep the traffic blocked...
From making any forward movement.
Seeking to be acknowledged...
By those outraged.

With the winning of campaigns,
That increase heated arguments...
With additional rhetoric that drains.
But they seek to be acknowledged...
By those outraged.
The ones who placed them in positions,
Now have their verification...
Who amongst them are the ones officially crazed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are Family

LOL.

'We are here standing on your feet.
To prevent any moves you may take.
Back...
Or forward.
And you find this funny?
Why are you laughing out loud? '

It just dawned on me!
While you are preventing my movement...
You are not making any movement at all yourselves.
You know that song, 'We Are Family'?
Wouldn't this be a great time to sing it?
Hey...
What about Michael Jackson's, 'You Are Not Alone'?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Blooming Consciousness

Apparent and becoming quite obvious,
There is a gap widening...
Between those who have and have not.
And this is not a reference,
To wealth or material things.

Those who are conscious...
And those doing their best,
To pretend they are awake...
Have definitely been separated,
By the existence of reality.

And those who have been denying truth,
With an admirable fight...
Are clearly not on the right side,
Of a blooming consciousness!

The great divide has arrived and is amongst us.
Trusting in ways of having things done,
To achieve familiar outcomes...
For many this has already become pointless.
And noticeably so.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless It Is To Back Away

When choosing allies...
One should not do it with the same caution,
As excuses and alibis are done.
Difficult it is to run away from deception,
After advocating to shun someone...
With a joining of those,
Who have also been told to oppose.
Without a making of a conscious decision,
To be prepared to receive repercussions.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.

Since many choose to be on the side,
Of what is perceive to be popular and fun.
With nothing that proves a reality comes,
To anyone until it is too late.
Only to leave those with a discovery,
Popularity is seldom on the side of truth!
Especially when people are seduced,
By trickery and foolishness used to attract.
And so many people are just like that.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Closed Her Eyes

She closed her eyes
And let the walls of her prison fall away
The walls that ached with a timeless wait
They had become her walls of this modern tv life
She closed her eyes
And let them fall away
And in her dreams she is standing by an ocean
She is gazing out to sea
She can remember with just a fleeting glimpse
That she was once free
So long ago now, so long it was as if it had never been
Was it a holiday
She thinks it could have been, ah yes, italy
And he closes his eyes
And he is gone far away
Gone from all the confusion
Gone from all the pain
He can easily see what a pointless waste
His modern life has become
Chasing the gravy grain
Chasing the dollar
Chasing the clock
Chasing his male friends
Chasing the boss
Chasing as it was everything
It was nothing
Only the sound of his own breathing was all he had
At the end of the day
And reasons to wonder, reasons to cry
Too late for this selfish sinner who never asked why

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Jerry

Jerrys jelling at the man in the moon
Hes right outside of my window
He acts like a madman from time to time
I hope he brings it to a crescendo soon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerry rides his skateboard down the street
Hes thirty-seven yeras old with six children
He sees the world through a ten year old boys eyes
He doesnt even notice that its raining outside
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
But sometimes he cries
He wants me to console him
But I know hes lying about
Everything he told me
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Says he prayed to suffer the consequences
What is his penalty for his immaturity
Will he be cast into eternal darkness
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Give Them No Credit

Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?

'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'

Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.

'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'

Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.

'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '

You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I like to use my hands and make things... It might seem pretty stupid or pointless but that doesn't matter... some of the most interesting work is the stuff that starts like that - out of a raw need for activity.

quote by Bruce Nauman
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As told in Friendship with God, if we simply decided to believe and act as if first, we're all one, and second, life is eternal, it would render virtually everything we've done all our lives pointless.

quote by Neale Donald Walsch
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It Is Instinctive (Descending From Failed Ascents)

Cheapened and cheesed.
Those once fat cats,
With their Cuban cigars.
And crooked lawyers kept as pets.

From whom do they snatch,
Their flights of fancy.
And secrecy back?
When theft they've captured,
Has been recalled from stocked bags...
Packed and champagned.

From whom amongst them selected...
Can backtrack to those backstabbed,
With the sincerety of a puppy?
Hoping for a loyalty still maintained.

Some folks climb with only themselves in mind.
With delusions to control and be worshipped.

And some folks find a climb to the top is pointless.
Since it is not advisable to begin a certain decline...
To meet anyone near or at the bottom.

Unless they are accustomed to this movement done,
As a good deed received from the ones not overcomed!

Anyone who has bled...
At the sacrifice of propping someone else up,
Knows just how to treat,
Those of treason and betrayal.

It is instinctive!

Arising spontaneously...
As the demise of the suppressor,
Gets closer to them!
Those familiar with solid ground.
Prepared but not so quick to entertain...
The ones,
Obviously stunned.
As seen descending from failed ascents!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The situation of the Old Left was the theory of Socialist Realism, etc. It seemed pointless to argue. We stayed carefully away from people who wrote for the New Masses.

quote by George Oppen
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I Refuse

Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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Haunted

Treachery abstinence in consequence,
Open eyes blinded to the obvious
Right wing twitch spreading the disease
Of Idiocies conquering with ease
Tonight, Tonight I slowly bleed
Haunted by the will of unease
Shattered by the sound of your screams
Tonight, Tonight I watch you plea
Gasping for air, holding your throat
Choking feeling starts to distort
Propaganda for future wars
Nothing ever settles the score
No relief for ignorant stress
Mindless fiends under duress
Vomit from your crooked mouth
Scratch and claw you can't get out
The mocking voices never end
Pointless views are such a trend
Wish I was a holy savior
I'd turn my back on all of you
Wish you were a different person
One that wasn't so confused
Vomit from your crooked mouth
Scratch and claw you can't get out
The mocking voices never end
Pointless views are such a trend
Wish I was a cruel infection
Killing off most all of you
Wish you were a rotting corpse
Haunting all of those like you
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight I watch you bleed
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight I hear you scream
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight I watch you plea
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight I watch you bleed
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight I hear you scream

song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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All And Any Explanation Is A Pointless Endeavor

No more time is there to be given,
For the purpose of enabling...
Unconscious or misguided people.
The patience of those sacrificial...
Has been replaced with rewards of peace.
Frustrations from people like this has been released.

Those who don't get,
What has been there for them to have gotten...
Need no longer to explain themselves,
With alibis and excuses made they can now drop.

These days that have come,
Requires everyone's full attention.
And not the attention focused on them.
But an attention for those who have awakened...
For a quickened evaluation,
Of all that speeds by within a twinkling of an eye!

And if anyone is not equipped to see it mentally,
All and any explanation is a pointless endeavor.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Closed Doors

Written by new order
There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes
At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyones asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesnt wanna keep
Behind closed doors
Theyre in retreat
I dont know what makes me stay
The city life just aint the same
Theres something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
Theres no hope
No one to trust
I cant cope
Its obvious
Please dont take my drugs away
Im gonna give them up someday
There is a place somewhere
That I could call a home
Id live without a care
Id never be alone
One day I will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors

song performed by by New Order
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The Dog Who Wants To Get Out Of The House

the Japanese fritz
is brown

the gate is closed
and it waits
for an exit by chance
there is so much
road to run
outside the walls

as i open the gate
it raises its head
and starts to scratch
the cemented
floor

i go out alone without
the dog
the gate is closed again

i carry with me
a feeling that i cannot
yet describe

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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