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Let The Digging Begin

Those who sought less outside involvement,
In their lives...
Were the first to cry,
They were dieing inside...
From a lack of resources.

Now that they've chosen,
And won to receive less assistance...
To feed their needs.
They are now proclaiming,
They wish more greed to proceed.

Shall we...
Let the digging begin?

No one wishes their fantasies to end!
And blaming the leadership,
That borrowed from others that fed them...
Foolishly over the edge,
Those blind jump in...
To avoid a crisis they initiated and began.

Let,
The digging...
Begin!
Those that make sense to them,
Offend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digging A Ditch

I'm digging a ditch
Where madness lives
I'm digging a ditch
Where my silence lives
I'm diggin a ditch and when I am through
Digging this ditch I'll dig one for you
Digging a ditch
As black as cold
Digging a ditch
Where I can hide my soul
Digging a ditch
Where my secrets stay

[The Newer Version

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band from Busted Stuff
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Digging For Gold

They married on a fancy yacht out on the water
He knew she was young enough to be his daughter
There always questions in the heart of millionaires
Would she make heartfelt promises if the money was not there
And he said, do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold
Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold
She ran his weary heart through the ringer
And she wore him like the diamond ring around her finger
Well, his advances and affections, she managed to avoid
But, she got the lap of luxury and he got paranoid
And he said, do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold
Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold, digging for gold
Big house, limousines,
Fine wines, fine cuisines,
Vale and vegas twice a year,
Trips to paris on the leer
Black tuesday when that wall of wealth came crashing down
Bad news day when that little queen had to give back her crown
And he said, hey babe, we can live on love cuz love is worth much more
But he barely got his feelings out, she was half way to the door
And she never even heard him cry
Do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold
Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Diggina Ditch

Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone,
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with diggin your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives.
Digging a ditch,
Where silence lives.
Digging a ditch,
For when Im old.
Digging a ditch,
Where stories told.
Where all these troubles,
That weigh down on me will rise,
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone.
Where all these worries,
That hold heavy on my heart,
Will die, will die, will die...
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone.
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with diggin your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives.
Digging a ditch,
Where silence lives in here.
Digging a ditch,
And when Im through digging this ditch,
Ill dig in for you.
Where all these disappointments,
That grow angry out of me will die.
Where all these habits,
That hold heavy on my heart will die.
Unto your dreaming, when youre alone,
Not what youre sure be or what youve become,
Just getting heavy on with digging your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives again.
Im digging a ditch,
Where silence lives.
Where all these troubles that weigh down on me,
Will rise, will rise, will rise, will rise...
Unto your dreaming, when youre alone,
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with digging your ditch.

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Somewhere Deep Inside Your Denials Kept

Heckled by the hecklers,
Now found splintered by their own grief.
So easy was it for them to ridicule...
When they had the safety of employment,
And the backing of what they believed...
Was an economy strong to support their taunts!

Now haunted by their flaunting ways,
To portray themselves as a better class.
With some among them now asking why,
If they are so superior...
Why have those they've elected to protect them...
Blatantly ignore them and treat them like common trash?

'Oh...?
Your trash has been common for quite a while!
That is what those of deceiving greed do.
Psych and hype up the minds to gain trust.
And suck up your resources...
While they ensure you are entertained by concepts of greed,
And the need to feed temptations and lust!

Then with a pinch of fear to inflict.
With a dominating hatred...
Towards those who are promoted as enemies.
Using one's color and religion as excuses to begin.

And then to spread the word,
They are coming...coming they are,
To destroy the interests of those addicted...
To a way of life nonexisting.
Only in the throes of propaganda!
As seen on TV and in commercial ads.

And then with that as a distraction...
All funds are pocketed and then they run!

Isn't that not obvious? '

~But we are children of the chosen! ~

'You have been chosen?
Yes!
Oh yes.You have! Most definitely.
You have been chosen...

To be duped, hoodwinked, bamboozled, smoked screened...
Lied to with deceit and stripped of your resources.

And I'll refrain from calling you a sucker.
Somewhere deep inside your denials kept,
I am sure you now have a clue already hinting.
With a manifesting...
Supporting the widening of your eyes! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Borrowed

borrowed shirts, borrowed shoes,
borrowed books, borrowed thoughts,
borrowed bed, borrowed lover,
borrowed dreams, borrowed salt.

borrowed children, borrowed mothers,
borrowed study, borrowed lives.
borrowed God, borrowed heaven,
borrowed killers with borrowed knives.

borrowed flags, borrowed lies,
borrowed virtue, borrowed freedom.
borrowed bombs, borrowed bullets,
borrowed puppets, borrowed kingdoms.

borrowed soup bowls, borrowed numbers,
borrowed tents, borrowed bridge.
borrowed hope, borrowed survival,
borrowed till it's sacrilige!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ecologically Speaking

What more than life is more precious?
Ecologically speaking!
And why does it take a crisis,
To begin to realize this?

Wreckless deceivers,
Have always been in the midst.
But time appears not to be on their side...
To hide their lies.
And this is recognized.

Life for them has become more precious, again.
More than the pocketing of fortunes.
Since no where on Earth could it be spent.
Not if life as we know it ends.

With a rush to mend and fix mistakes,
Misdeeds created will be hopefully corrected.
To allow greed to proceed as if unaffected.
And nothing at all learned to feed from lessons.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Us The Cookies

It had been perfectly okay,
For them to do and say...
Exactly as they pleased.
Not just for years.
But for centuries.

A respect was given.
And this had increased.
But a dishonesty became their beast.
This began to feed a greed.
This greed did not cease.

An addiction of it was from them released.
The beast began to roar.
Making demands within its den.
Not only did it begin to offend.
Unwisely it began to destroy...
The goodwill felt,
Amongst its own fellowmen.

Ending all respect that had been given.

'That's a nice story, grandpa.
Can we get another cookie? '

Even the sweet taste of the cookies...
Were slowly suspended,
From the children's memories.

'Tch!
Will you stop teasing, grandpa.
Give us the cookies.'

Even the sweet taste of the cookies...
Were slowly suspended,
From the children's memories.

'Look, old man.
We ain't playing.
Give up the goods! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Was Given Away

What was given away,
Is now desired back.
And those who now posess what was given...
Can not be blamed for laughing at that.

And those who are making demands,
On borrowed time and funds...
Protest amongst themselves,
With regrets that upset...
That one freshly elected,
Is the culprit that did this to everyone.

As if their greed did not exist.
And the one who sits high in leadership,
Intentionally knew before he arrived...
He was expected to keep their fantasies alive.

With a keeping of a sparkling credit history,
Unaffected as the people continued to feed...
Owing those now closing their pockets.
Who question...
Not anyone's ability to label themselves 'great'.
But payments that are due, unpaid or even coming in late.

And yet,
Requests still pour in to those that lend...
To cover what to them,
Was not a gift to dismiss but a loan.

And...
Alone and distanced,
Are those attempting to infuse in the proceedings...
Any remnants of common sense.
Since it seems,
As though the greeding of those who feed,
Have long been detached from it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Move On With Your Charming Ways Fixed To Leech

You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.

And instead of getting angered,
I respected you...
And suggested to you with hints.
To only have you say to me...
My way to you did not make sense.

You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.

And now when I don't respond to you,
With an expressed interest...
You want to defame my intentions meant,
By claiming in public with derogatory statements...
What you think about me,
To those who have no clue about your indignities.

And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.

My experience in doing this for myself,
Is not transferrable to anyone else...
To decide what it is I have pursued for years,
Takes for them too much time to accomplish.
Because work and sweat is involved with some tears.

And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.

I am not assigned to be anyone's butler,
Doormat.
Or slave!

I may offer to assist,
But when my assistance is regarded useless...
Move on with your charming ways fixed to leech.
Don't stab me in the back,
Because your insecurities wish to see me bleed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's All I'm Gonna Feed

It's not about the rhyme,
And reason.
Not about it no.
Not about the minds flipping out.
Not about it!
Not about whatever's in season.
Not about it no.
And not about the lips poked out.
Not about it!

It's not about the rhyme,
And reason.
Not about it no.
Not about the minds flipping out.
Not about it!
Not about whatever's in season.
Not about it no.
And not about the lips poked out.
Not about it!

I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!

It's not about the people who peep.
Not about it.
Or the people who decide to eat meat.
Not about it no.
I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!

It's not about the rhyme,
And reason.
Not about it no.
Not about the minds flipping out.
Not about it!
Not about whatever's in season.
Not about it no.
And not about the lips poked out.
Not about it!

I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!

I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeper Penetration

He had eclipsed her comprehension.
And tried to avoid some actions with her,
He would like to mention.
He was already digging deep,
Through the surfaces
She preferred to reflect her image in.
Although she was a beauty...
She was a bit mentally thin.
And needless to say...
No challenge for him.
Although they enjoyed each other,
Until deeper penetration...
Of other thoughts would begin.
And to make her happy,
And perhaps get 'some' again.
He pretended to be focused on her banter,
While he thought of stripping her
And making love butt naked...
Within the hour,
That would upon them descend!

Deeper penetration
Deeper penetration
Deeper deeper
Deeper the sensation!
He thought...
And thought.
How to get those conversations to begin?
Between her and him!

And to make her happy,
And perhaps get 'some' again.
He pretended to be focused on her banter,
While he thought of stripping her
And making love butt naked...
Within the hour,
That would upon them descend!

And it was just after eleven...
When deeper penetrations he wished,
Did begin!
And she licked his ears,
Whispering...
In each,
What she expected he loved to hear!
In them.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Lieutenants Of Apartheid Train

Home of the plastic smile.
And where lieutenants of apartheid train.
With a doing of their homework in the suburbs...
To test the inner city people they deplete of resources.
And divide within districts to 'apply' for assistance.

These separatists insist with dieing colonialistic wishes,
They know something about diversity.
With a sucking of life from everything that moves...
They suppress with an effectiveness,
To ensure those they stereotype be kept duped and fooled...
As they maintain a draining of their identities.

And the ones survivining without them are obliged,
To remain limited to an ignorance for them that thrives...
With a persisting upon it to keep flourished and alive,
To please the oppressors they pray not to offend.
And in the environment they share to live in...
This reflects a mindset left to breathe as if to snuggly fit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shaking The Doll

Oh I wont be your pretty baby,
I wont eat from your hand again.
And the man in the white says its alright,
He says, come on girl give up the fight.
Youll go to sleep, there will be no pain.
Well I want to live with myself again.
Well, where we lived there was a lighthouse,
Throwing a white beam into our house,
Over my body when I was sleeping,
Over the secrets I was keeping,
I could tell myself there would be no pain,
But I have to live with myself again.
Im digging up, Im digging up,
Im digging up, Im digging up,
Im digging up, Im digging up,
Im digging in the earth.
Im looking for signs
And Im shaking the dolls
And the fairy-tales lied
And somewhere, back there
I didnt understand,
Man and woman and woman and man.
And Im shaking the dolls
Im shaking the dolls.
Oooh, the dream isnt coming through,
I cant feel for you.
Well somewhere, back there
I didnt understand,
Man and woman and woman and man,
And Im shaking the dolls
Im shaking the dolls.
Oooh I have to live with myself again,
Oohh I want to be with my body again,
Ooohyou cant make me hollow again.
Oooh, the dream isnt coming through
I cant feel for you.
Love, shooting up, through my veins,
I gotta get a hit again.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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In A Deafening Stubbornness

A resting temporarily,
From a digging of a hole
Dug deep,
Is no cause for celebration.
For those blindfolded,
In a deafening stubbornness they keep.
Especially if the digging done,
Is away from and not towards the light.

And those who enthusiastically dig,
See themselves as making progress.

A progress only they believe,
Can be achieved
Without listening to others,
Standing above them in silhouette
Against the rays of the Sun.
A digging like this continued
Out of listening distance,
Has long ago begun!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Houses In Motion

For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew Id be able to do these things.
And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where hes at
He cant afford to stop...that is what he believe
Hell keep on digging for a thousand years.
Im walking a line-Im thining about empty motion
Im walking a line-just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-no time to begin
This isnt the time-so nothing was done
Not talking about-not many at all
Im turning around-no trouble at all
You notice theres nothing around you, around you
Im walking a line-divide and dissolve.
Never get to say much, never get to talk
Tell us a little bit, but not too much
Right about then, is where she give up
She has closed her eyes, she has give up hope
Im walking a line-i hate to be dreaming in motion
Im walking a line-just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-no time to begin
This isnt the time-so nothing was done
Not talking about-not many at all
Im turning around-no trouble at all
Im keeping my fingers behind me, hind me
Im walking a line-divide and dissolve.
I turn myself around, Im moving backwards and forwards
Im moving twice as much as I was before
Ill keep on digging to the center of the earth
Ill be down in there moving the in the room...
Im walking a line-visiting houses in motion
Im walking a line-just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-no time to begin
This isnt the time-so nothing was done
Not talking about-not many at all
Im turning around-no trouble at all
Two different houses surround you, round you
Im walking a line-divide and dissolve.

song performed by by Talking Heads
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Dig For Fire

There is this old woman
She lives down the road
You can often find her
Kneeling inside of her hole
And I often ask her
Are you looking for the mother lode?
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then she said
Im digging for fire [4x]
There is this old man
Who spent so much of his life sleeping
That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years
He resides
On a beach
In a town
Where I am going to live
And I often ask him
Are you looking for the mother lode?
Huh?
No.
No my child, this is not my desire
And then he said
Im digging for fire [4x]

song performed by by Pixies
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Digging In The Dirt

Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time its getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Cant go on like this too long
{chorus:}
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
Dont talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Dont say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Dont turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, thats the place it goes
[chorus]
Im digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt
[x7]

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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What They Do Best

They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And when no one wants to become involved...
They complain of a lack of involvement,
But have chosen to qualify those
Who wish to become involved.
And those who are involved...
Have no qualifications to qualify anyone!
And that's what they do best!

'Could 'redundancy' be the purpose
To stifle those 'with' purpose,
On purpose? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Groove You Did Done

Dig it with your groove on.
Dig it with a groove you did done!
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.

Don't be a half-stepper,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regretting to be better,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regardless of the weather,
Do with a digging that's done.
And gitcha groove on.
And gitcha, gitcha groove on.

Don't be a half-stepper,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regretting to be better,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regardless of the weather,
Do with a digging that's done.
And gitcha groove on.
And gitcha, gitcha groove on.

Dig it with your groove on.
Dig it with a groove you did done!
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Leadership Offends

A true leadership offends.
Especially those who have grown,
To believe...
Their lack of comprehending it,
Depends upon how often...
They can prevent true leadership,
From becoming one that succeeds.

People scream for representation.
And delay those factors...
By an increased agitation.
But it is they who betray themselves this way!
With a determination stuck,
In a vapid decay.

A true leadership offends.
Especially those who have grown,
To believe...
Their lack of comprehending it,
Depends upon how often...
They can prevent true leadership,
From becoming one that succeeds.

With wishes of an independence,
That fractures and does not mend.
Raises false hopes of a failed democracy.
That eventaully introduces oppressive tyranny!
Giving a people spoiled by greed...
Exactly the kind of government,
No longer providing individual needs.

A tyranny comes to control as done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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