It Has Become Our Entertainment
Those people fleeing,
With paperwork flying in the air...
All over the place.
Who are they?
'We are doing the best we can,
To ignore them.
Those are the scholars hired,
To implement their ideals...
Of what to them a progess is.
Look around.
Do you see all of this chaos? '
Can I see it?
I can't miss it.
'Well...
We are doing our best to clean up their mess.
And our investigations have shown,
Them to be the culprits.'
To where do they flee?
'Who knows.
We've learned to let them go.
It's just another one of their acts...
Making attempts to run away,
From their own desperation at our expense.
That has become a cycle of events to witness.'
What if they tried to come back?
'From where?
We already know who they are.
You ever see a dog chase its own tail?
Doesn't it look foolish?
And with the barking?
It has become our entertainment.'
Unfortunately,
It isn't free.
'Tell me about it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes
Good try
Ego is to be satisfied
At every stage you must be lied
Each and every law must be defied
Then laugh at others and wrongly justified
If so then it should not be groomed
If so life is certainly to be doomed
It may bring down your entire empire
Less people may remain with you to admire
You may be your own prisoner
You will be isolated sooner or alter
You will not be able to set free
You will be tied and unable to flee
You won't know when time may pass
Up to this time people might have known your class
You are most hated person but not told on face
Time may soon fix you in unavoidable chase
Try to free from bondage
Still you have time left in age
If you can alter the cycle
You can still avoid the embargo and troubles
Only brave people may be spared
Foolish people may live under and dared
That time may be short lived
Not everything said may be believed
Life may soon be reaching dead end
You will be surrounded by no friends
It will speak of futile enterprise so far
But then you have gone too far
No time to trace back and confine
Life span is already lost and defined
What ego has to do now for bidding good bye?
To come in sense before time may be worth good try
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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After all memories
What a beautiful phrase!
For the sad memory to erase
Where it attempts to chase
In calm water of sea on surface
Read not in between lines
Everything can turn fine
It is only matter of time
We may praise it later sometimes
Suddenly waters rise to dangerous level
Come back with force and doesn't augur well
Everything to feel bad and miss the past
Memories rush in to unsettle me very fast
I have nothing to fear at this stage
Yet I feel bitter with coming up of an age
Think about days by gone and miss at a time
When I need them badly sometimes
Memories are after all memories
They may elate or cause worries
Sometimes it may make heavy load to carry
But it must be shaded soon to feel merry
I hold still them best
As they were part and stood the test
What would have I been in those days?
If it had not shown me the ways
Even if I was to be blamed
The credit too stands not to be claimed
I go by wisdom prevailed at that time
Today I look back and smile freely sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wind Was There
I
all was in flight
wild geese in the sky
snow from the sky flying
rivers hastening to the sea
and waves from the midsea
hastening to the shore
horses running from a fence
fences running from the ground
ground fleeing from the sky
and the sky was filled with flying stars
and suns innumerable
daisies springing from the grass
pines fleeing up the mountainside
even the mountain was in flight
less swift than southward geese
or rivers in the spring
less swift than these but fleeing still
stone upon stone scraping in slow erosion
gravel grinding into dust and fleeing before the wind
II
all was in flight
even from a distance I
my flight was faster than a fleeing cloud
I only knew the wind was there
swift and imperious and proud
sharper than fine steel
III
so shall I ever flee
swifter yet swifter
until the speed is such
my spirit shall enkindle with the wind
and then
a brown and crackled leaf I'll fall
my flesh to shrivel into mould
my blood to mingle with the seeping rain
and all my body's flight become a strange return
poem by Bravig Imbs
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Soul is refugee
How to get free?
How to leave cage and flee?
Until there is change at heart
Who can believe in his divine art?
It is bad human quality
To keep even birds in captivity
God has born us free
With our own eyes to see
To imprison some one is biggest curse
Soul in cage may definitely feel it with remorse
What a foolish man is doing on earth?
When he has to leave this world after death
Even soul in body is refugee
He is at somebody's mercy
You are just a visitor in alien land
Where it is difficult to find friend
Think of it seriously and observe
Some of the aspects if they deserve
Human birth is rarest occasion
We hold it dearly as clear obsession
Think again about your feeling
If some one picks your baby and attempts at killing
None of the acts may please you in any case
Human race is full of problems and always chased
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Miss
i miss your laugh
i miss your jokes
i miss the old days
when you used to chase after me
i miss the way you used to hold me
i miss the way you used to kiss my lips
i miss the day you taught me how to dance
so come back to me
i miss you my dear
i miss the way you used to touch me
i miss the day we have our first kiss
so come back to me
back to where you belong
where we both belong
oh my dear, i miss you
i miss your voice'
so come back to me
i miss you and i love
my love come back to me
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Please... Don't Repeat It
Something you 'recently' discovered about me,
Gives you a differing opinion that changes things?
And now it is you who pretend,
You don't know who I am.
And you've become upset because I react,
As if I could care less?
Your approach to making sense,
I have not encountered before.
I would even say it is unique.
'Yeah!
That's it.
You act as if you are better than everyone else.
That is why I've made attempts to ignore you.
In the hopes you will notice my doing it.'
I find your admission to be quite odd.
Since...
Wasn't it you who had assessed 'me',
As not being qualified to say 'hello'...
Years ago in exchange to my expression?
'Yeah...
But,
I didn't know you could have shown me disrespect.
Because I've discovered your deeds all over the internet.'
Huh?
You did what?
'Yeah...
But I didn't know you could have...'
Please...
Don't repeat it.
I do the best I can to avoid headaches.
I like to make a request you continue to ignore me.
It would make my life that much easier.
And...
Do me this favor.
'Okay.
I will.
What is it? '
Tell others how nasty I was in treating you,
When you greeted me.
That always seems to work for people like you.
'Your comments are rude! '
That's fabulous.
Go with it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpret Me
the mad dog needs a punishment
he cannot stop barking and barking
this mad dog bites me and do not loose its mouth
it follows me and I dont know why
I hate this mad dog and it hates me so much too
why he just follows and doesn't turn away!
fucking, disgusting, who can stand that? who can?
people want this dog to follow you?
upstair's i could do something to pay off
he just waits
mad dog diseases in downstair's is really disgusting
how can he just bites me and don't loose its mouth
I said I want nothing, maybe he can never understand what it means
if i told you what happened in my early life
you would beleive whatever i said to you
this mad dog doesn't understand
whatever he interprets me whatever he considers too much
this person can't be more disgusting
if he's really liked here and people could tolerate it
mad dog needs not to be punished
this mad dog,
I'd rather left it barking alone there hatefully
poem by Yihuai Ying
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But the egoist has no ideals, for the knowledge that his ideals are only his ideals, frees him from their domination. He acts for his own interest, not for the interest of ideals.
quote by John Buchanan Robinson
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Clean Up The World
Clean Up The World
Where have we gone?
We’ve drifted away
Too many years
Nothin’ to say
Too many years
Intentional lies
Too many years
Collegiate-laundered hipplets
Drivin’ us to demise
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Along came McRonald
We got in its way
Too many years
Puppeteers played
Too many years
Stealing us blind
Too many years
Of totalitarians smothering us from the right
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Their Wall Street money’s been holdin’ us fast
Ideals shallow and vain
They sell us all just to make it last
Revolution of ‘89 today
We got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Self-centered cosmos
Material gain
Too many years
Deflecting their blame
Too many years
Stuffin’ their cart
Too many years
Deceit inside the head
Instead of love in their heart
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its grave
Copyright 1992 Will Fiala
poem by Will Fiala
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Uncompromised
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
What becomes one's 'thing'...
To make it come to life.
Does not happen just with thought.
Or reveals itself overnight.
To conquer over fear,
One must come to face it.
Insecurities are chased...
Until they are embraced.
Criticizing the unknown.
Or make attempts to diminish,
What someone finishes that eventually is shown...
Proves that sacrifice and discipline,
With steadfast devotion has grown!
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
Only those in the know,
Show themselves to be uncompromised.
And in time considered to be wise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertainment
Theres been another assassination
T.v. cameras moving in.
To shoot the bloodstains on the pavement
And get them on the news at ten.
Will he live or will he die, before we go on the air?
Yes, the networks are all there, in the name of
Entertainment.
Superstar psycho, from a killer to a hero,
An overnight sensation on the lips of all the nation
Is he mad or is he sane? it makes for good conversation
I call it suffering and pain, but they call it entertainment
Sex violence murder and rape. (entertainment entertainment)
Thats what you came for, thats what you pay for.
Entertainment, entertainment.
They call it entertainment
Inform us, educate us with your media machine
(call it entertainment)
Tell me what to dream
(call it entertainment)
You pay your money, what do you get?
Entertainment.
Real life for entertainment,
Cheapens my reality,
So that hollywood can make it into another b movie
The vultures get the rating and the people get the thrills
But the victims always pay, I guess they always will.
Sex violence murder and rape (entertainment entertainment)
Thats what you want, thats what they need,
Thats what you came for, thats what your paying for.
They call it entertainment (call it entertainment)
Inform us, educate us with your media machine,
(call it entertainment)
Tell me what to dream
(call it entertainment)
You pay your money, what do you get?
Entertainment, entertainment.
song performed by by Kinks
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Blue On A Black Weekend
When tomorrow becomes yesterday
You need a (...) says
When the crowd don't swallow you up
It's such a sad day (?)
Oh no
Doesn't need anybody to mess you up
Doesn't need anybody to kiss you
Doesn't need and they don't really miss you
They do
Don't you
It's true
When you're feeling
Blue on a black weekend
Come and see me when you need a friend
Blue on a black weekend
Oh no, oh no, oh no
You're not having a solo ballot (?)
Tonight's proved lame
Burn your telly
Causes to blame for all your blue days (?)
Oh no
Doesn't need anybody to mess you up
Doesn't need anybody to kiss you
Doesn't need and they don't really miss you
They do
Don't you
It's true
When you're feeling
Blue on a black weekend
Come and see me when you need a friend
Blue on a black weekend
Oh no, oh no, oh no
song performed by by Travis
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No One Wants To Listen To Him
Why are those people screaming,
At the driver of the vehicle?
He didn't cause the wheels to fall off.
I thought they hired full time mechanics,
To monitor the safety of it.
'They do have full time mechanics.'
Shouldn't they be the ones found,
To be at fault for the wheels falling off?
That is in 'their' area of expertise.
I would think.
'Yeah. I agree.
However...
Here is the dilemma.
You see...
They were not hired because they were qualified.
They were hired because they had the look,
And the presence of being mechanics.
Now...
Those that actually had qualifications,
Were denied because they knew the driver...
And supported his position as the best driver around.'
Oh?
But still,
It makes no sense to hold the driver responsible.
'That has been the argument of the driver.
And he has been the one,
Trying to keep the passengers together.
To get the mechanics that were hired,
To at least make attempts...
To get them all back on the road.
But no one wanted to listen to him,
To get the vehicle fixed.
And yet...
They want to convince everyone within listening distance,
That the driver is the reason they are in their present predicament.'
Perhaps they have other reasons and motivations to blame him.
'Oh. you mean the obvious? '
What other reason could they have?
And who are those other people,
Welding the wheels to the frame of the vehicle?
They 'look' as if they are foreigners.
'They claim they just arrived from overseas.
On a sightseeing vacation.
And volunteered their services for free.'
Aren't you a bit suspicious about that?
'Who me?
I could care less who does what to who and why.
I don't mind walking to my destinations.
I have things I want to get done and do,
With my life.'
Why are those foreigners winking at you?
'I have no clue.
Maybe they are overhearing our conversation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remembered Love
My wishing to stop the pain of remembered love,
Isn't easy.
The more I think of love,
And the coming with it those moments of bliss.
My wishing to stop agonizing over what I miss,
Is pointless.
My wishing to stop the pain of remembered love,
Isn't easy.
Nor is the expense of pretending,
I knew no love for me existed.
My heart knows how ridiculous that is.
And so are my foolish attempts to forget.
I've loved.
And knowing that I am capable of doing it again,
Is when I am wishing not to remember it.
With a forgetting that brings me back to relive,
I can't get over that keeps me reminded.
Of what it is within me I wish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doghouse
Out to the doghouse with you, thats what she said
Youve been inside too long now, I must clean the mess
Go in the backyard will you, practice your tricks
Go take yourself for a walk, you make me sick
Youre just a doggy, in a snap youre fetching the bone
And youre barking when she calls
Youre hiding behind the fence, youve been disobedient
Your fun and playfulness is so very becoming
But she has got you by the reins, and there is no running
Conditioned to salivate at the first sound of the bell
Feeding you the remains of yesterdays meal
Can you hear her calling from within the house?
Youre just a doggy, in a snap youre fetching the bone
And youre barking when she calls
Youre hiding behind the fence, youve been disobedient
Shape up boy!
Can you hear her calling, from within the house?
If you would stop barking, she might let you out
At last she opens the back gate, youre released, youre now free to
Roam
Youve been waiting for this moment for sometime and now you must
Go
Into the fields where there is laughter, there is peace and youre
Comfortable
Try to hold on now before she calls you home!
Youre in the doghouse
cause youre just a dog!
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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The Solitary 'Bureau Puller' in the City
The burglar kills two birds with one stone.
He lassos the cupboard and pulls alone.
Noise doesn't disturb those in sleep
and he loots the gold they keep.
The clean locker makes all not to moan.
A few hours the cops took for the robber to nab
as he was the only one of his tribe to grab
the cash and jewels only on a Thursday
without harming and making people bray.
Every time they put him into the jail,
‘No witness' easily takes him out in bail.
'The thieves making heists shouldn't be single.
Share your expertise with the new ones to mingle'.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Earth Is Not A Commodity To Waste
It is sad to see,
All of humanity being destroyed by greed.
It feels hopeless to witness,
Nature making attempts to convince Earth's inhabitants...
Without them protecting it with concern,
All life as it is known...
Will be eliminated with this one lesson to be learned:
~Ungrateful and foolish are those in conflict who believe,
They can live here on Earth to choose destruction as they please.
And still live to receive benefit.
By the fostering to maintain their sustained ignorance of it.~
Earth is not a commodity to waste as if it is easy to amputate,
What is disliked by the few who ignite division.
A thinking and feeling Earth could care less,
Who amongst those leeching to feed upon it...
Profess to be better than the rest.
It is here to endear and provide for all of its creations
And if it decides all life should end...
So be it of its own making with a choice to do to accomplish.
And yes...
Those with kept and divisive religious beliefs,
Will have nothing to do with Earth's decision.
No faked praise is going to save lives.
Earth can be a 'mother' in these situations.
With a strictness descending upon those given.
~You better recognize! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For An Ocean Park Maintenance
To all the maintenance people…
Around the world…
Who keep Aquarians clean…
You have a hard job…
Making what the public and kids see…
As a dream…
A water world of beauty from the…
Ocean and Sea’s to us the people…
So clean and fresh…
Who cleans’ up the swimming mess…?
Most of us don’t have a clue…
So I am tipping my hat off to you…
I wish to thank you for being there…
Thank you for your love and care…
And that we, the public have a place…
To visit deep down under the Ocean and Sea’s…
To a wonder of wonders of nature in her true form…
Swimming in the cold or the warm…
Thank you my dear maintenance people…
For being so ever true…
For without the likes of you….
Our other worlds would be blue…
Thank you…and God bless…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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