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Just Wave To Them A Goodbye

Once it has been discovered,
That more than a few...
Rather not be informed,
About what it is you do.
Or anything that may affect their lives.
And all they produce are excuses and alibis.

But insist on questioning to no one's surprise...
Why they have a lack of knowledge,
Of that which happens...
In their own neighborhoods?

There is no need to suggest,
Or recommend to them what is best.
Since stating they should spend less time,
At home alone gossipying on the telephone...
Will get you quickly a proclamation exclaming,
MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!
I have no interest,
In what you are proclaiming

And this,
You try.
But guess 'who' approaches?
Wanting to ask why...
You were mentioned to know,
More about something they recently overheard.
And 'if' this is so...
Why is it you didn't let them know! ?

Once it has been discovered,
That more than a few...
Rather not be informed,
About what it is you do.
Or anything that may affect their lives.
And all they produce are excuses and alibis.
Don't say anything,
Just wave to them a goodbye.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alibis

Excused deceptions.
Yet deceptions used,
None the less.
That's what alibis are.

And those who revere alibis,
Pride as if prized...
For their quickness to tell lies.
Treating those who do not,
As losing fools.

And those who seem to be depicted,
As fools...
More than likely live better lives,
With few or no excuses to make to anyone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alibi's

(d. pickerill/p. o'donoughue)
It's no use you saying
That you can't be staying
'round this place anymore
Then there's no point remaining
That the sky keeps on raining
'round this particular door
Then it's no surprise
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
They're only alibis
It's no use you dreaming
Of old times and feelings
That just aren't there anymore
Then there's no use you scheming
About ways to stop me leaving
Because i've heard it all before
And it's no surprise
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
They're only alibis
There's no sense in crying
Or sitting down and sighing
It doesn't work anymore
And talking's out of fashion
There's no substitute for passion
And i can't take it anymore
And it's no surprise
'cos all you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Keep Me Informed

Keep me informed,
When you think you see dawn.
And you are through with darkness
That supplied subdued restlessness.
And you wish to move on!
Yes...
Keep me informed.

Keep me informed,
When you're hopelessness has gone.
I will be there,
To chip aware what is left of your despair.
And you are prepared to sing songs!
Yes...
Please keep me informed.

Keep me informed,
If you feel you've been wronged.
With me I will help you undo...
Bitterness I have felt too!
And we will build a love...
Recognized and true.
Yes...
That is what we will do.
If you keep me informed.

Just keep me informed,
Take your time...
But don't take that time too long!
I've been searching for you.
You are someone who sees through...
Clouds you wish to lift!
And I am here,
To assist with the lifting of it!
Yes...
Keep me informed.
I know together we belong!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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WHY? (A Revisitation)

Roofs caving in!
Children with weapons
Are inacting 'our' sins.
And we choose to blame
What is outside of us for this!
Well...
The truth of the matter,
We have allowed this to exist!
Disrespect and gossipying lies.
Defying honesty with excuses,
And alibis!
Hypocrites pointing fingers...
When they are the least to criticize.
Now they live in deep turmoil.
With the nerve to ask with innocence...
'WHY? '
Anyone in their right frame of mind...
Knows this was done,
With an ignorance applied!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crippling Needs

Faith and disappointment!
Who merged this disarray?
What signals were introduced...
To produce excuses this way?

Prayer and dissatisfaction?
Who sits to wish for this hypocrisy?
Infractions that attract,
Leaves detractors more detached.
With a unity scrapped,
And no chance of it...
Ever coming back!

Hope and degradation...
Enforced to minimize,
Overconfidence and elation!
Pits an unfitting feast of people,
Against themselves...
With crippling needs!

Faith and disappointment!
Who merged this disarray?
What signals were introduced...
To produce excuses this way?
Hope and degradation,
Enforced to minimize...
An overconfidence and elation!
Pits an unfitting feast of people,
Against themselves...
With crippling needs!
Prayer and dissatisfaction?
Who sits to wish for this hypocrisy?
Infractions that attract,
Leaves detractors more detached.
With a unity scrapped,
And no chance of it...
Ever coming back!
Even to comply...
With a mismatched patching,
Of lives pieced together,
To induced them all
To produce a tethering.
That is linked to seduce,
More elusive alibis!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses

Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses

song performed by by Ginuwine
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These Acts Are Often Quickly Returned

I have never understood,
Why some people would take it upon themselves...
To say or do things with evil intentions to another,
And not perceive whatever is done they do...
Will not come to be done back to them?
And...
With a doing that never ends.
Once their doings have been discovered.

And those who believe others are sensitive,
When in the acceptance of misdeeds done...
That have come to affect their lives,
Should think of their own.
Especially when condoning the temptation to perform,
An approval of blind acts of thoughtlessness!
These acts are often quickly returned.
And with a specific and swift stinging!

'That's it!
No longer will my patience be misinterpreted.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meant To Live

Does it seem as obvious as it is,
That the ones unafraid to take risks...
Have faced challenges and experiences,
To mature from them and benefit.
And not succumb to doubts and fears presented.

While those living lives undecided,
Have become accustomed to hiding...
Behind a host of excuses and alibis to deny,
Life is given and meant to live.
And not to become seduced by re-adjusted limits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Only Show Me Interest

I would love to sit and spend more time with you.
Looking at life from your point of view.

But of late,
I am reminded doing this I have done.
With little of my own visions,
You have neither invited or have welcomed.

And if you did,
You've made many excuses...
To run to do errands,
With a wish that I would come.

Today my happiness for me has begun.
And it has taken me a while to understand,
My happiness is of no interest to you.
Unless,
Of course...
It is spent entirely catering to you,
And what it is you like to do.

No more am I in it just to give to you, boo!
You have no interest in me.
You only show me interest,
If it is a benefit to you in all that you do.
And people like you around me I don't need.

'That's not true! '

What is it that I like most to do?

'You never mentioned it.
So how would I know? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Away From Me

Let me help you find some clarity.
In terms of my personality...
And why you say others,
May get upset with me!

First let's eliminate what others say.
I am discussing this with you.
I could care less what others say,
And/or do!

If I've given you my respect and attention.
And I have given you no reason to doubt my word.
Don't show me that you have taken me for granted.
Don't allow yourself to get on my last nerve.

When that is done,
I become someone else.
I show a side that comes out of hiding.
I've been called a monster by those who have seen it.
Those who say I am two faced and crazed.

But I respect myself and that I show to others.
And take pride in what I do,
Like others should too.
I don't collect excuses and alibis to make.
And those who do,
I consider fake!

So without further explanation,
Let me make to you this declaration.
You have no more time,
To waste that of mine!
Now...
Have I made myself clear?
I hope so!

'Yeah...
But everybody else,
Don't make such a big stink about me being late!
And everytime I was late or didn't show up for a date,
I gave you a call! '

And every year I have known you...
Which has been over twenty five.
You have managed to use excuses,
And have told me some of the biggest lies!

And if you had respected me at all...
You would not have found it easy to make excuses.
Or bothered to lie in any of those calls.
And everyone else who accepts that from you...
Didn't receive this patience I am giving.
Or that 'monster' getting ready to chew and spew!
You know why?

'No!
Why? '

I'm giving you the opportunity,
To get away from me as fast as you can!
You see my chest?
And how I'm taking deep breaths?
The monster comes!
You better prepare to run!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through An Exit To Escape

It comes as no surprise,
By those who get things done.
That their efforts to do and achieve,
Are often criticized loudly.
And usually by the ones supported,
By others informed too late...
To discover who actually does the work,
That gets done by the ones...
Who eventually decide to step aside,
Through an exit to escape...
To prove what it is they've been accused of not doing.
While others await aging impatiently,
Listening to the ones they have supported and their excuses.

'When are you coming back to do what you use to do? '

~Are you kidding?
To leave my peace of mind behind,
And my time to be abused by those amused?
Who told you I was desperate for that kind of attention? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Can Not Live Without That Fix

MONEY
MONEY
MONEY

Less is the significance.
And the importance,
Of one's quality of life.
Once the having of money,
And the affect of it...
Became the impression,
One wanted to make.
To flaunt and have it,
And from their pockets drip!

MONEY
MONEY
MONEY

And the satisfaction teased,
Would increase with a taste...
For more of it.
Until those not having it,
Were quickly despised.
And with character assassinations...
There became a rise of ruined lives,
With deciet, lies and alibis!

MONEY
MONEY
MONEY

Drifting in mental fits,
Are those today being weened away from it.
Crazed in protests...
With voices raised demanding,
And with their minds splitting into pieces!
A feeding of greed has done this.
At the expense of their consciousness!

MONEY
MONEY
MONEY

And just like addicts!
They can not live without that fix!

MONEY
MONEY
MONEY

They want yours and mine!
And anything that looks like it!

MONEY
MONEY
MONEY

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Not Hardly Alone

If what is going on can not be seen...
There is no need to ask what's going on!
Go back to sleep!
It is obvious that is where your comfort protects.
Snuggled up against excuses and alibis!
And that's alright.
Keep your eyes closed.
You are not hardly alone!

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The consequences of decisions don't just affect spreadsheets... They affect, in fundamental ways, the lives of people and they often mean the difference between life and death.

quote by Phil Bredesen
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It Takes Desire

It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!

Demanding one be patient,
With self first and others too!
And none of this includes spending time in denial.
Sometimes a little blood has to drop.
To get folks to start believing in themselves.

This should be easier than it is!
But...
So many give up.
And become discouraged.

And discouragement can be found anywhere.
As long as there are those who seek weaknesses,
And defeat expressed from others.
They will be there.
Cheering this on.
To keep their fears dependent...
And giving them a sense of belonging.

It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
And to pull away with strength,
From those who would prefer
To keep the state of one's mind weak!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Demographics Are Marketed

I can not be a true racist.
There is nothing I possess,
That controls or influences...
Whose lives I affect.

I am not a controller of quotas.
Nor can I influence those who do.
And I know no one influencial...
Who hires and fires,
Or decides who should choose.

I can not be a true racist.
There is nothing I possess,
That controls or influences...
Whose lives I affect.

If I am connected to the media,
I certainly do not own it.
And nothing I write to publish in print...
Has my last word,
Where demographics are marketed.
Or whose mind will be convinced.
Wherever the message I convey is sent!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflection of His 'Work' and Achievement

I am the reward received from God's deeds done.
I am the reflection of His 'work' and achievement.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses,
As if this activity would nourish and feed my appetite!

I am the reward.
I am the reflection.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses.
And I want to prove I am more than just worthy.

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Blinded On These Misguided Missions

Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.

Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.

But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.

Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't There

Making a decision to use alibis,
Instead of confronting with honesty...
Diminishes one's integrity.

And to use excuses to protect insecurities,
Speaks volumes about the presence of a maturity!
It isn't there to appreciate truth!

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Motivated to Accomplish

Don't tolerate anyone...
That uses your integrity,
To mask their own insecurities.

Some folks like these are slow to produce.
And quick to whine.
Preferring to spend their time dining,
In an exchange of hot gossip.

Those who are motivated to accomplish...
Their dreams and wishes,
Are often doing that alone.
Regardless if their deeds are not condoned.
They must create the show and tell of their virtues.
As if to prove what is done is legit.
And setting aside comments to get that done!
To enjoy the life for them that exists...
Without excuses.

Some choose to sit and schedule appointments,
Either to forget or dismiss.
Finding it easier to pick on someone,
Who conducts business first.
And having a thirst to feed their aspirations.

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