Legends
We've seen them,
Being knocked down.
We've seem them,
Slandered and berated.
We've hurt them,
As they were...
Character assassinated.
And...
They were also ostracized and isolated.
So what will happen to them next?
'There are those who now wish to call them,
Legends.
And put that in a way that is for all effective.
With awards to honor them for what had been rejected.
With the hopes they will show up and all of us accepted,
As fans! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up and down
The accepted are rejected
And the rejected are accepted
In due course. Curse not
If you are not now accepted.
28.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whatever Initiates Your Motivation
What is wrong with you?
You have just been slandered.
Your good deeds done diminished.
Your character is daily assassinated.
And you can smile like that?
'Of course.
Do you know how long it has taken me,
To gain the attention of those who deceive?
This is the most refreshing time of my life.'
I think you're nuts!
'Thank you very much.
And if I had no value to place on your opinion,
I'd be devastated by your remarks.
As long as you believe I am crazed,
We will remain the best of friends.'
WHY?
Why do you do what you do?
It makes no sense to me.
'Whatever initiates your motivation,
Has nothing to do with how I get mine.
Remember that.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resented For Expressing Their Indifference
Taking visable pride to have ousted,
Those they delighted to have ostracized.
In the doing of it to ruin those lives.
Because there had been a time...
Those despising to be criticized,
Defended their pretentions with alibis and lies.
And took advantage of others,
With this blinded way of looking at life.
Have now come to recognize...
Their approach to be stubborn,
Has come back to razor bite every concept...
They accepted for them to be as right.
So wrong and head strong,
Many now know they have been.
And now for some reason,
Those character assassinated are today being accused...
For not being strong enough,
To stand their ground with the accepting of abuse.
But chose to remain distant,
From those who insisted they were mavericks and misfits.
And now for some reason,
Those who persisted to stay foolish can not explain...
Why those who had been shunned,
Have become resented for expressing their indifference.
And have made their commitments to a keeping of their distance.
Proving without doubt,
That those who are demons can switch their decisions.
And dance on several hypocritical levels...
Without within themselves find a single flaw to fault.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traitors Will Be Ostracized
Fitting in...
Being accepted!
Not standing out...
So as not to attract attention
To oneself!
It's so difficult to have integrity,
With a raised eyebrow.
Sooner or later...
It will have to be shaved,
Or sunglasses worn...
With black lens to hide that!
And designer approved.
A recommended 'chic' with deception look!
Anyone percieved detecting dishonesty...
Will be labelled as a follower of truth!
And that will not be tolerated!
Traitors will be ostracized...
And punished to the fullest degree.
The very best of character assassination
Will be applied!
It is a conformity everyone abides!
And legalized to uphold an accepted way of life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I was working on Eye of the Beholder, I played a character who is so aloof that my whole lifestyle became very aloof. If someone knocked on my door, there was a part of me that went into a rage, because I wanted to be isolated and alone.
quote by Ashley Judd
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Kept Just As It Is
Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.
However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glad They Have Been Abandoned
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Regardless of what you might think!
But those of you who are still among the conscious...
Have to agree,
While this is going on...
The quality of life for all,
Is nearing the edge to a close call.
And about to fall off the brink!
Isolated and united in racist remarks.
Increases to diminish common sense!
Leaders are focused on catfight brawls...
While a once great nation,
Is showing a greater taste for sensations that stagnate.
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
And those who proclaimed these days would come...
Seem to be the only ones keeping their distance.
Since they have long been slandered and ostracized.
And clearly peaceful beings,
Who are glad they have been abandoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until An Appreciation For Integrity Comes
Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.
To live and be treated with disrespect...
And defend an honesty,
Others too dishonest disceitfully neglect.
Leaves those victimized in isolated bitterness.
Until an appreciation for integrity...
Comes to the rescue,
And interjects a closer inspection.
Thus revealing corruption at its best.
Character assassinations...
Approved by breeders,
Of greed and heartlessness.
Who are then put through a process,
That dissects them with the ultimate test!
Stripping and exposing them,
To be the leaders of denied digressiveness.
Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.
To those punished for their deeds!
The taste of their cake,
Has been heartbreakingly tarnished.
And supporters who assisted in the baking...
Turn their loyal backs away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is the Kind of Life
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!
And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!
Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Challenge Their Obstacles
Describing it from my insight and depiction,
Is not as easy when others are accustomed...
To charades that masquerade truth and honesty.
In younger years I did feel isolated.
I felt berated and uncomfortable.
And treated to believe I was weak.
But those who challenge their obstacles,
Eventually dissolves them.
To unmask those culprits shaking in their boots.
And with trembling knees seen unbelieving.
Strength that goes undisplayed,
May mean a strength is in waiting...
For the right way to expose itself,
To show it doesn't hesitate in vain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skit
i dedicate this to all my homies and family and friends
i would like to tell my fans thanks for all the support and help
i would like to say i don't only sing for awards i also sing to make my fans
happy
i would like to thank Alexandra and Norberto Rodriguez for your support on this
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song performed by by LL Cool J
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If I Had Not Knocked
You did not know when I came to knock.
I came to give and not to take.
I came to share...
And to stay!
If you and I wanted it to happen that way.
And you would not have known that,
if I had not knocked.
If I had not knocked.
But I did.
And I am here.
I came because of you and your love.
And If I could not give it...
You and I would not be here with this need!
I came to give and not to take.
And I recognize your desires are mine as well.
If I had not knocked.
But I did.
And I am here.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have Not Knocked
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
When I had been in double struggles,
You have not knocked.
Or when I had been on my knees,
You have not knocked.
And when I felt grumpy and crunchy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've asked you to leave me,
You have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
No, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
And I love you a lot.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
Whenever I've been down and dumpy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've picked my wounds to bleed so,
You have not knocked.
And when I pout with rudeness rooted,
You have not knocked.
Or when I whined consistently,
No, you have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
But, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
Because of patience you've got.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
And...
In my heart you are adored.
That's what I need to show you more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Real' In Reality
The advantages those have,
From the affects of being ostracized...
Isolated and shunned.
Is knowing the 'real' in reality they've advocated...
Has for them,
Never been a myth.
Or symbolized in worship,
To be discouraged as a curse!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miracle
Believe in me for everything i was doing was right for you
and everything here resembles the reasons why i escaped for you.
We are in peace.
They will go and die in peace.
These feelings have knocked me cold,
These feelings have knocked me cold.
But where now?Where to hide?
But where now? Where to hide?
Come leave with me to walk through the desert, soak up all oracle.
And we will combine because you're my one and only miracle.
We are in pieces,
They will go and die in peace.
These feelings have knocked me cold,
These feelings have knocked me cold.
But where now?Where to hide?
but where now?Where to hide?
You will never know.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how pain pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
These feelings have knocked me cold,
These feelings have knocked me cold.
But where now?Where to hide?
But where now?Where to hide?
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
song performed by by Inme
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The man stands next to main character
I always love the man stands next to main character
because his dark hair or his sharp glare
or his cold attitude hiding his kindness
or his devilish smile when he is in trouble
or maybe I hope he doesn't have many fans
I always like the man stands next to main character
because he is not perfect and sometimes lose time to talk
or he never leaves his friend though he says other
or his help in crucial time
or maybe he doesn't show up in many frames
I always fell to the man stands next to main character
because I want he gets good lover too
or he is still himself under the shadow
or he has the story not everybody knows
or simply because he just caught my heart
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Play the Games
In a special place, in peace they met, they met again.
Far, far from the curse of violence, a place of peace.
Cultivated to propagate comraderie,
Through peaceful competition, garnering good will.
They came to play, from all places, to play the games.
With outstretched hand, they met,
broad warm, warm open smiles.
Renewing memories, they embraced,
light hearts, of past fond rapport.
Renewed friendships, and welcoming new friends.
Shadows of animosity, none to be found.
For the games it was, they came to play.
In contention peaceful, winter, summer,
they would play the games.
In these games, races to be run.
Feats of strength and skill performed.
Team and individual challenges.
Competition always fierce, without question.
Still winners all, losers not accepted.
With heart ‘n’ soul, all would compete.
Yet competition, ever friendly, always fair.
Without malice, losses accepted, but with grin.
Mutual admiration competitors shared.
The dedication required to attain excellence, all aware.
For all must fall, before they excelled.
Winners, runner’s up, last to complete the task.
To all, applause awarded.
With mixed emotion the norm, awards accepted.
Pride, humility, honor, apparent in all.
Respect for homelands represented, manifest,
whenever, they played the games.
Came the day, the games ceased.
Judgments rendered, awards all claimed.
Time at last to tread the homeward path.
Fond farewells, smiles ‘n’ tears mixed.
‘Til to play the games, they meet once more.
20Feb10
poem by Kurt Hearth
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In St. Louis, some people were hurt seriously when some fans got on top of a roof that was where other fans were underneath it, at a park somewhere, and it collapsed.
I especially object to having my character assassinated by reference to events from my past which bear absolutely no relationship to the question of who the anthrax killer is.
quote by Steven Hatfill
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I've been doing this 17 years but I can tell you I have more websites now than I have ever had devoted to me or my past career or my character. When I got this show, I think I had two fans out there that had created websites on my behalf.
quote by Robert Patrick
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