Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Examination
Abolish examination.
And who are you to take examination?
Do you know whom to examine
And how to examine?
If you are so keen to take examination
Examine yourself first.
It is not easy to examine self
And pass the examination
scoring top.
Examine self while alone
Alone at night
Alone at bed.
Dare not examine others and
Dare not examine especially children.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Examine the Dwindling of Your Whims
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Directors of isolated separations.
Keepers of crumbling values...
Inflicted in strict restricting divisions.
And unmonitored greed.
Delusioned in self righteous feeding.
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Then from your listening,
Examine the environment!
Examine your diminished way of life.
Then self examine the dwindling of your whims.
And the color of your money.
Is anyone who is oppressed,
Have their image imprinted?
Where are their wishes implemented?
And on whose backs,
Are sentiments lamented?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hitherto
Conception and social values,
Traditions and the people involved;
Hitherto to my muse is your nakedness,
But try to re-examine yourself again.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Fits
Mine!
Even in the giving of it,
None left I can say...
Remains to exist.
Mine!
There was a time,
I could declare my share.
With boundaries surrounding...
To make others aware.
Mine!
Now distributed.
Now redefined.
Now diluted...
With a feeling I've been out foxed.
And boxed into a consciousness...
Tricked and beatened.
Mugged by thugs of all kinds.
In these crooked times.
And realizing what I thought had been mine...
Isn't!
As I observe those who felt like I did,
Going out of their minds.
In fits!
While the government uses 'that'.
As a means to collect more taxes,
To further distract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Many Times
*how many tears have you cried
How many eyes have you dried
How many ways have you tried
And dont you get tired of people sayin
How many times, how many times
How many dream have been bad
How many nights have been sad
How many days have you had
When you get tired of people sayin
How many times, how many times
How many times, how many times
(*repeat)
I said tired of people sayin
Dont you get tired of people sayin
How many times, how many times
How many times, how many times
How many times, times, times, times
Times, times, times, times, times
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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Changing Times
Changing times, changing rules
Make a wise man look a fool
Gone before no longer here
Look out for these signs of these
Changing rules
Better look out
You better look out
Look out for these changing times
Can't stop those changing times
Changing times
Cold hard rain
Everything's a changing
Nothin's going to be the same
You'd better look out
'Cos you can't stop these changing times
Nothin's going ever to be the same
You'd better look out
Look out for these changing times
song performed by by Chris Rea
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I Don't Think So
I Don't Think So
We've been through this time together
AlI in my mind the love was so alive
Oh I never wanted for another
Then I saw the beginnings of a Iie
Good times and the bad times
Through the good times and the bad times with me
Good times and the bad times
Yeah I wonder why I never see
Good times and the bad times
Oh maybe there was always something wrong
Good times and the bad times
Did l wait too long
Chorus:
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Through the best of the best and the worst of the times
I don't think so
You said the world was a beautiful place
l don't think so
You swore the love was perfectly sale
I don't think so
People can only stay together
If in their hearts they know they can say what's on their minds
Would you say
Good times and the bad times
If it can't really be then I gotta move on
Good times and the bad times
Is it really time
Chorus: (repeat)
Said the check's in the mail and the maiI's on time
I don't think so
Said out of touch ain't out of mind
I don't think so
Couldn't live without me, and that's a fact
I don't think so
Love is real and it's not an act
I don't think so
Come on
Good times and the bad times
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Baby our love was a beautiful thing
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Through the best of the best and the worst of times
I don't think so
l don't think so baby oh baby oh baby come on
I don't think so
The love was right but the loving was wrong
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Blood Red Tears
Lighten up, give it up
I see a chance to make it up
Theres a price for every day
Youve just thrown away
I am all I ever was
Didnt change the way I was
Get a grip, button it
Cool down, hypocrite
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
You dispose, I oppose
Couldnt you resist a go
You applaud your reward
I sit here alone
You agree to comfort me
Every day I try to leave
End of feud, your attitude
Worn there on your sleeve
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
They tell me to go, I lie that I know, he cries so unkindly
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
song performed by by Olive
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How Many Times
How many times will you rip me apart?
How many times will you crush my soft heart?
How many times will you push me away?
How many times will I have to pay?
How many times will you make my heart cry?
How many times will I have to try?
How many wrongs do I have to make right?
How much strength do I have left to put up the fight?
How much more can I take before I walk away?
How much patience is left to help make me stay?
How many more times will I hear you're alone?
How long to soften you're heart made of stone?
How long before I can have back your heart?
How much longer will it take to have a new start?
How much longer can I hold on to hope?
I am feeling that I'm at the end of my rope.
I will pray once again, that He'll help me fight.
To hold on one more day, and hold on one more night.
Hold on to a love, that she has let go.
In the hope what's now gone, can flourish and grow.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Emptiness of Depth
People who don't like the cover...
Will not investigate the contents.
Just like a book.
And I'm sure your've heard of that expression?
And without knowing the heart of matters,
Based upon how something may look...
They begin ignorant chatter.
Perhaps you've done this yourself?
Stirring up gossip about what's not known...
Simply because what is shown has been 'seen'!
They may have not confronted it...
Before it has been labelled,
A bunch of horse...manure!
And like everything else,
That has been taken for granted...
They are not sure what to say when a 'thing' endures,
And has been found to be of value!
Just like someone who has been shining,
Beyond the scope of their confined minds!
And when it is discovered that has happened...
Why is the blame place on 'that'
Which has been undermined?
When 'that' has been always what it was...
Without trying to 'shine' in the minds,
Of those who do their best...
Doing nothing but seeking ways themselves,
How to impress...
With a shallow pretentiousness addressed!
Like the emptiness of depth,
They bare and expose...
To those of similar qualities,
With superficialness to share and examine!
As if over a period of time,
This increases to feed...
A diminished mentality famine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Betrayal
we often feel as if we've been betrayed...
and we're hurt, angry, scarred, and vindictive...
but the truth is we lead lives of betrayal.
times we fail others, times we fail ourselves.
times when we mean to do the right thing,
and dont follow through.
times we excuse ourselves by
saying we're following our heart.
times we turn away,
and blame it on circumstance.
times we dont dare to do what life demands.
times we choose indifference,
times we think we've already given enough.
times we choose the easy way out.
times we are not grateful...
times we dont forgive but expect forgiveness.
times we dont speak what our heart feels,
until it's too late....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Those Times Never Forgotten
Sometimes the best remedy,
That comes to assist one to heal quickly...
Is not the familiar 'cry-on-the-shoulder-kind'!
With a soothing of tears and a warm embrace.
Sometimes some cures are better done,
When that person is left alone.
To figure out how to deal,
With agony, pain and stress on their own.
And hopefully a going through the process...
Will increase an appreciation!
And perhaps the acknowledgement,
Of this is shown.
Sometimes this works!
And at other times...
Be on the alert!
Especially when those 'sometimes'
Most of the time...
Are those times never forgotten,
By the ones turned away the first time.
You know...
There are those times that come,
When 'some' people have none to spare!
To express an empathy or caring.
And we all will have those times,
When a comforting should have been extended.
And a selfishness not to listen...or pretend,
Reveals more than what had been intended.
And...
Even though a healing process does occur?
The hearing of it,
Never seems to end.
With reminders left to dig deep under the skin.
'WHY?
Why are you still harboring on that?
How long do you want me to apologize?
For the rest of my life? '
~I hadn't thought of that as an option.
Let me give that some thought!
Thank you for the suggestion.
I appreciate that.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pure Swine
They stand for nothing and wish for less.
With wealth of culture...
Settling for mediocrity is their best.
And conversations haven't changed,
From years of gossip passed around!
Stunted from 'blunts' and thisclose to a thought!
All are seen out and looking for one,
But suffer they do...
From nothing learned or taught.
Comfort levels have leveled out.
Nothing concrete is spoken about!
Dodging depths of thinking done...
Everyone accuses someone of having none.
And the ones being disrespected,
Are those separated from the rest.
Snubbed and criticized...
For having vigor, vim and zest!
Opened eyes upon this place,
Survive closed tight on this mess.
And 'souls' kneel praying to protect it!
Infesting ignorance.
There is a place like this existing.
When first seen it is irresisting.
And then it becomes noticed...
Something is wrong with the people's minds.
They are not what they should be at all.
Something within them has been redefined.
One part is demonic...
And the other is pure swine!
Changing nothing for those deranged.
And further behind the times they climb!
Like pigs in a pen...
Happy slinging mud,
And whimpering in foul whines!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alive
The people will notice
That the times are changing
Its just time for now
But not time for good its my feelings
That I think youre training
Take them now
If you think you should
You want something for nothing
The higher that you climb
The longer you fall
Maybe your time is coming
Will you ask to climb
When you find the wall
Is it time to doubt?
Is it time to wait?
Will you be left alone
At the starting gate
Im not blind
And I do mind
Coz Ive had time
Now Im alive
The people have noticed
That the times are changing
But are they gonna
Be something now I think Ive seen you
All hesitating I think Ill go
And be something now
You want something for nothing
The higher that you climb
The longer you fall
Maybe your time is coming
Will you ask to climb
When you find the wall
Is it time to doubt?
Is it time to wait?
Will you be left alone
At the starting gate
Im not blind
And I do mind
Coz Ive had time
Now Im alive
Yeah Im alive
Now Im alive
Yeah Im alive
song performed by by Oasis
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Defeating Insecurities
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
Look!
Simply put.
Flourishing hype and propaganda,
Debated for the purposes to maintain greatness...
Does not meet to satisfy,
Those pushed to the streets...
To glorify a losing quality of life.
Simply put,
And without proper etiquette...
Days of high profile postering,
In stances taken now weakened.
Has increasingly decreased a respect once received,
Defeating insecurities...
And those pretentions kept to have others believe.
Politics and indecisions exposed,
Does not keep aged old traditions fading...
Upper most in the minds of those in tattered clothes.
Fresh minds advancing to reach new plateaus...
Have decades ago,
Left horse drawn carriages.
While a population strolled along,
Under oil lighted street lamps...
Slowly walking upon those cobbled stone roads.
And the ones holding positions,
To keep days and times like this standing still...
Are the very same people,
Wishing to keep an implementation...
Of this mindset for many no longer exists.
An ignorance cemented and does not self examine,
Loses more than memories to relive and breathe.
Minds fixed and stubborn inflict wounds never to heal.
Wounds future generations will remember as revealed,
As those times when their ancestors fed upon greed...
And lost an opportunity for a greatness to seal.
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Times They Are A-Changin'
Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth saving
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a changing
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens
And keep your eyes WIDE, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, FOR the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
FOR the loser will be later to win
For the times, they are a changing
Come senators, congressmen, please head the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be HE WHO has stalled
The battle outside ragging will soon shake your windows
And rattle your WALLS
For the times, they are a changing
Come mothers and fathers THROUGH OUT THE land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughter are beyond your command
Your old role is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend YOUR hand
For the times they are a changing
The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
The slow one NOWwill later be fast
AS the present now will LATER be the past
The order is rapidly fading
AND The first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a changing
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Gone Crazy
Here I am alone again tonight
In this old empty house
Its hard to learn what you dont
Think you need
You cant live without
Never leave the sound
Of the telephone
But ever since you left, Ive been gone
Gone crazy, goinout of my mind
Ive asked myself the reasons, at
Least a thousand times
Goinup and down this hallway
Tryinto leave the pain behind
Ever since you left, Ive been gone
I never saw your face this many times
When you were really here
The things you said I never
Understood
Are now crystal clear
I never spent this much time
At home
But ever since you left, Ive been gone
Chorus
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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I Am Not Into Graffeto
I am a poet!
And minds are my canvas.
I can not determine a thought process.
Or if mental portraits I deliver,
Will inspire to manifest dreams.
To leave impressions in minds to rest.
And those without imagination...
Will always stop to examine,
The surface of things.
With a limitness left untested.
And directly connects...
To an instant meaning known and seen.
But I am not into graffeto!
I am a poet,
Searching within me deep.
To attached words that match.
Hopefully to compose something catchy,
That attracts and traps.
And seduces a thirst,
With a quenching done.
That is found to be...
Tasty.
Fulfilling.
And delicious for some.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Connected To You
There are times when I'm happy
and times when I'm sad
and all of these times that I have had
are all connected to you,
so connected to you.
so connected to you.
There are times when it's sunny
and times when it's not
and all of these times I never forgot
were all connected to you,
so connected to you.
'Cause you have my heart on a string
and I can't control one little thing.
Where's my composure? Where did it go?
'Can't even answer for I don't know.
There are times when I'm jumpy
and times when I'm still
and times when I'm playful
like Jack and Jill.
And they're all connected to you,
so connected to you.
So what do I do to get over you?
You've got me crazy in love with you.
I take a step forward and fall back two
and everywhere that I go
there'll be times when I want you
and times when I don't.
There'll be times that I'll have you
and times that I won't
but there's absolutely nothing I can do
'Cause I'm connected to you,
so connected to you
So I know we can never be through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bugging Out
Can you believe the speed by which people seem,
To be losing their minds today?
And the acceptance of it?
Can you believe this?
'Yes I can.
That's why I wear a rabbit's foot around my neck.
A four leaf clover attached to my lapel.
I pray with faith, meditate and do yoga too.
And with my fingers kept crossed,
I am hoping 'any' common sense I have...
Stays inside of me to be daily identified.
I am hoping not to be that one,
Trying to fit in or communicate...
With anyone I have yet met who I suspect has sanity left.
Or has an ability to think independently.
I hate to be disappointed.
These are dangerous times,
For anyone exposing they have a thought process.
And a mind unaffected by a dumbdowning done.'
So...
You feel you are kept protected?
'Sometimes, yes.
Especially when I begin talking to myself.
For some reason...
When people see me doing it,
They realize I am in conference.
Immediately people quiet themselves,
As if not to disturb me.
You should try that.
It works.'
No.
I don't want anyone to 'think',
I am bugging out.
'Is it peace you want to keep?
Or your pretentions? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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