Just To Say You Can Be Beaten
To feel each minute,
You are not in it.
But you can not give up or let go.
Although you know it is difficult,
To jog up a slope...
While observing others eating sandwiches,
As they pass you riding on the backs...
And shoulders of those paid to exchange positions,
They have convinced that the doing of it makes sense.
Even though you are made to look the fool,
At their own expense.
Just to say you can be beaten,
Regardless if their efforts includes an entire team.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Fleas Accustomed To Riding
Every one of them makes as much sense,
As flies choosing to give last rites...
To those nagging fleas accustomed to riding,
Collectively...
On the behinds of now beaten dead horses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Counting Every Minute
Gonna break these chains
Gonna set myself free
Gonna turn on the mains
Feel the power inside of me
Gonna burn all night--gonna burn all day
Youll see me coming
From miles away
Feel me in the air
Feel me all around you
Gonna show you how I care
Teach you something new
Im gonna take my time
Make love to you
Yeah I know I can satisfy you
Thats what I intend to do
Now Im counting every minute
Every single minute
Im calling for you, honey
Come and get it while its hot
Counting every minute
Ooh Im living it
Ill make every minute count
Give it everything Ive got
Feel me getting closer
Im almost there
Can you fell my fingers
Running through your hair
Can you feel my hands
Draw you closer to me
Can you hear that clock tick, tick, ticking baby
Ill soon be there to set you free
Im counting every minute
Every single minute
Dont fool around come and
Get it while its hot
Counting every minute
Ooh Im living in it
Ill make every minute count
Give it everything Ive got
Counting every minute
Every single minute
Im calling for you, honey
Come and get it while its hot
Counting every minute
Ooh Im gonna give it
Ill give it to you honey
Ill give you everything
Ive got
Yeah Im counting every minute
Every single minute
Dont fool around come and
Get it while its hot
Counting every minute
Baby dont be timid
Ill make every minute count
Give it everything Ive got
Counting every minute
Counting every minute
Counting every minute
Im calling for you honey
Come and get it while
Its hot
Im counting
Every single minute
Im waiting for you baby
Give you everything Ive got
song performed by by Foreigner
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The Fool I Am
Never ceasing to pretend
that one day soon I'll have your hand.
However this will never come to pass.
The fool I am it would never last.
The fool I am with a heart of glass.
The fool I am who will soon at last,
be ripped and torn from the past.
You could not love nor could I blame,
thee a fool who seems quite plain.
The fool I am I hoped you would,
but clearly I'm not all that good.
The fool I am, so beaten and weary.
When will I be found worthy?
poem by Michael McParland
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Ability and efforts
What is there in good name?
No one should share the blame
It has nothig to do with personality
It is nothing else but efforts and ability
You smile in life and make others too
You may have difficult time to pass through
Still it holds some logic and nice ground
The joy and happiness is always found
It is not difficult to give thought a shape
It can be in form of music or sound on tap
It may serve the purpose of making others known
The earth may yield crops when seeds are sown
Your heart should be suscepitble to some change
It must admit some views and try to manage
This will create some space for real feelings
It may give some sense of belonging
You may be struck on the way
Still you may have few words to say
The aspirations may force you to write and stay
The fear and other factos may drift and go away
Don’t you feel happiness when see somebody smile?
This must go on and not stay for while
It is gift from the God and to be given to all
They must feel joy and saved from any fall
This ism biggest assest
The mind should be reset
It can catch any change easily
We should act wise and not silly
It helps to create permanent bond
The change we appreciate are very much fond
It makes pure heart to beat for harmony
It may not influence by bitterness or money
Let it be felt universally
It is hoped and prayed generally
It may prove our point one day
It will be realized in respectable way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Makes More Sense
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
It makes more sense,
To walk away than to be petty.
And it makes more sense,
To prevent a thumping headache.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Many fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart?
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes this makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it,
That it makes more sense!
Without being convinced,
To leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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List Of Things You Want
You want to be treated fairly.
You want to be treated right.
You want to be treated with respect.
And your dignity protected day and night.
What makes your needs any different than mine?
And why should I treat you more thoughtfully,
Than you have treated me?
And you taught me the many faces,
Of mental and physical abuse.
With declarations to make me feel,
Unqualified to be near a gutter.
And you want what?
From me?
To prove to you I can be humane?
I know I did not hear you say that?
And you called me a heathen too?
Heathens do not give the shirts off their backs.
You want to be treated fairly.
You want to be treated right.
You want to be treated with respect.
And your dignity protected day and night.
And...
May I add,
An all expense paid trip to Fantasy Island.
Hosted by the best psychiatrist available.
With a need to stay.
Put that on your list of things you want.
To have us both hope that happens.
And not soon enough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baseball
Can you smell the fresh cut grass and feel the energy of the crowd
The roaring sound of thousands as they cheer what makes them proud
The sound of a wooden bat making contact with a fastball
The joy of millions at home watching their team give it their all
In many circumstances the only thing in common of a father and son
Is the love to watch their team drive in the winning run
It will make grown men cry tears of joy and tears of pain
Hardened up drunken tough guys and do good sensitive men its all the same
It can lift the spirits of an entire city as they prepare that parade
A world series victory how it can just feel so heaven made
Think of what Jackie done to elevate his entire race
Or what the Yankees did in 77 the pain of a city it did erase
In 2004 the mighty sox let many finally rest in peace
An end to Bostons suffering 86 years of defeats
And just a year later the Black Sox finally cleaned themselves white
Chicago finally got to celebrate making Shoeless Joe in the right
We waved goodbye to curses miracles we all had seen
As baseball did what it always has filling every Americans dream
poem by Sam Edison
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Not Trying To Express Themselves To Others To Impress
Making attempts to reveal evidence that makes sense,
To someone convinced...
Those 'perceived' to live on the other side of a fence,
Are less than mentally skilled...
And easily dispensed by one's 'will'
Can be difficult to achieve...
When confronted by 'these' types of people.
Especially,
If those needing the exchange of information,
Have issues with their own incompetence being exposed.
And have a mindset that is conditioned to believe,
That those who clearly articulate as if highly educated...
Are not trying to express themselves to others to impress.
But wish to address the importance of current issues.
And one unexpecting such decisiveness directed,
Becomes appalled...
When someone of intelligence,
Identifies and shatters their pretentions...
Unintentionally.
And wanting with an accountability,
To correct defective matters.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Minute By Minute (Dobbie Brothers)
(Michael McDonaldLester Abrams)
Hey, don't worry, I've been lied to
I've been here many times before
Girl, don't you worry, I know where I stand
I don't need this love, I don't need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin'
Wilt away on lies from you
Can't stop the habit of livin' on the run
I take it all for granted like you're the only one
Livin' on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm your fool
Well, you may just be right
'Cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and I'll be gone
You'll reach out and I won't be there
Just my luck you'll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on...
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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That Doesn't Make Sense
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
Because you have become successful...
Doing what you have always done,
They feel you will become less successful,
If they ignored you?
I don't get it!
That doesn't make sense!
Haven't they always ignored you?
And you, them?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
If you ignored them better than they have ignored you,
Wouldn't that make you even more successful?
And that's what you've done in the first place?
Maybe they're trying to get you to notice they're ignoring you?
And you're not paying them any attention?
But that's what's going on anyway?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
'I know!
And less of it is being made everyday!
Hopefully this will become very lucrative? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This... there's nothing more difficult than this. Because we have really, truly good white people in important positions. And the fact of the matter is that there are a limited number of those positions. And unless we are conscious of the need to have more people of color, gays, other people in those positions we will not change the problem. We're in a position where you have to say who is going to step down so someone else can have power.
quote by Mark Lloyd
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There's Glory In Your Story
I felt alone
I put on my new shoes and hit the town
I still felt alone
I'm convinced everyone's built to be put down
I had to say (I had to say)
What I wanted to say (what I wanted to say)
I had to say (what I wanted to say)
Where are you going to stay?
I felt alone
Independence Day comes when you're down
Still felt alone
Ten times I thought I almost found you
Sometimes simple chords are the best
The simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
I felt alone
I felt bleak - knocked me to the ground
I still felt alone
My attempts at chivalry fell without a sound
I felt alone
So put on your new shoes and leave this town
Still felt alone
I'm convinced, everyone's built to be put down
The simple chords are the best
Sometimes the simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
song performed by by Idlewild
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Hell Was Made In Heaven
There was a time
Eating your mind
Eating your heart and your soul
Down to the bone
Always alone
Nobody waiting at home
Now allow that we unite our fires
Shout it out
Give yourself to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell was made in heaven
I was made for you
Hell was made in heaven
Made for loving you in sin
Ten years ago
You made the vow
Promised your life and your love
Of all that you've paid
Nothing returned
What is enough is enough
Now allow that we unite our fires
Shout it out
Give yourself to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell was made in heaven
I was made for you
Hell was made in heaven
Made for loving you in sin
song performed by by Helloween
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You Dont Fool Me
If I could see you would you still give me
Just hold me tighter and love me maybe
Youll be my thunder, I dont want saving
You dont fool me, oh no you dont fool me
One look at you its easy to see
Oh no you dont fool me, oh babe you dont fool me
Ill play along, just give it to me
You build me up now, you pull me down
You make me come on yeah, keep me around
Ill want to move you, I surely could
You dont fool me, oh no you dont fool me,
One look at you, its easy to see oh no
You dont fool me, oh babe you dont fool me,
Ill play along, just give it to me
---instrumental---
Just gotta have you, you drive me crazy, tell me you feel it, your honey give me ...
Here burns the fire, I feel your heat
You dont fool me, oh babe you dont fool me
One look at you, its easy to see
Oh no you dont fool me, oh babe you dont fool me
Ill play along, just give it to me
Oh no you dont fool me, oh babe you dont fool me
One look at you girl, its easy to see
Oh no you dont fool me, oh babe you dont fool me
Ill play along, just give it to me
song performed by by Ufo
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As Long As Their Own Needs Are Met To Satisfy
If one has an ability,
Noticed and taken for granted...
One shouldn't be made to feel obligated,
To fulfill last minute requests...
As if the abilities one has to produce,
Seems effortless and easier to disrespect.
And available to be used to someone's advantage.
People seeking the ability of another,
Without giving them a consideration of what it takes...
Usually falsely represent their own agenda.
Especially if no compensation is mentioned.
And...
If the one being used brings attention to this,
Of course someone is offended.
'You offended 'them' by not doing what they expected.
Although your time and effort to create what they requested,
Is believed to be enjoyed.'
~It is enjoyed.
Should that mean I also find it easy?
And my ability is worthless?
What drugs are these people on? ~
'I remember being asked to do an entire play production,
For a family fund raiser several years ago.
With lighting and sound technicians.
For free! '
~What happened? ~
'I asked them what they had in their budget.'
~And...
What did they have in their budget? ~
'Hotdogs, sandwiches and soft drinks.'
~Maybe they have no clue as to who you are? ~
'They could care less about that.
As long as their own needs are met to satisfy.'
~And spend thousands of dollars to parade around,
In outfits to impress others...
While complaining those entertaining them,
Demand to get paid 'BEFORE' taking the stage.~
'It sounds as if you have been around? '
~I have.
And that I keep as my secret weapon.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's So Difficult About That...
I see.
This makes perfectly good sense.
They hate what we stand for...
So to prove their disdain and ill-will,
They are destroying themselves at our expense...
And we are there in between them
Trying to get them to realize that fighting us
Will be of greater benefit to their future?
And no one is understanding this? ? ?
It is very clear to me!
We want them to know our version of peace?
But they are not letting their hatred for us,
Validate this mission in a way that it is acceptable!
Got it!
What's so difficult about that to grasp?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Minute By Minute
Michael mcdonald/lester abrams
Hey, dont worry, Ive been lied to
Ive been here many times before
Girl, dont you worry, I know where I stand
I dont need this love, I dont need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and youd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin
Wilt away on lies from you
Cant stop the habit of livin on the run
I take it all for granted like youre the only one
Livin on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think Im your fool
Well, you may just be right
cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and Ill be gone
Youll reach out and I wont be there
Just my luck youll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on...
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Let's Make Sandwiches
Lately, I've been hungry,
Starving to have my fill,
So let's make sandwiches.
All upset and angry,
Empty stomachs seem ill,
So let's make sandwiches.
If our tastes would agree,
I'd be ready to grill,
So let's make sandwiches.
We could enjoy our food,
The flavors we've pursued,
So let's make sandwiches.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Think For A Minute!
Somethings going on, a change is taking place
Children smiling in the street have gone without a trace
This street used to be full, it used to make me smile
And now it seems that everyone is walking single file
And many hand their heads in shame
That used to hold them high
And those that used to say hello
Simply pass you by
Think for a minute, stop for a minute
Think for a minute, stop for a minute
I always said it could, they never though it would
The people look so pitiful, Im thinking that it should
And now its almost here, now its on its way
I cant help saying told you so and have a nice final day
And nothing I could say
Could ever make them see the light
Now apathy is happy that
It won without a fight
Think for a minute, stop for a minute
Think for a minute, stop for a minute
And many hang their heads in shame that used to hold them high
{think for a minute}
And those that used to say hello simply pass you by
{stop for a minute}
Think for a minute, stop for a minute
Think for a minute, stop for a minute
song performed by by Housemartins
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Riding On Coat-tails
Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
Prevailing to ride when times are tough,
No longer muffles with a buffering to hush.
Independent failures surface to pop as crops.
An obvious sign that times are getting rougher.
And lives lived to bluff,
Are forced to be weeded from an accustomed fluff.
Today the facing of facts is under attack.
With a hitchhiking done on backs...
Removed from positions,
Once easily relaxed to munch on picked snacks.
Facing facts is difficult to smother.
And hard to deny with a keeping undercover.
As a druther to be tossed...
Like a thoughtless whim to be caught by another.
Facing facts is difficult to smother.
When times reveal,
No one can keep them undercover.
Or dismiss them to exist,
For a profit to gain to exploit a fun done.
Or enjoy with a sweetened twist to the mix...
Tasted and approved by everyone.
Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
With a prevailing to ride when times are tough.
No longer can the muffles with a buffering be hushed.
No longer can the facts be sacked...
To silence and smother,
As an undercover druthered to crush.
Or conceal behind a polish that's buffed...
To glamorize a sparkling of disdain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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