Many Are The People
I see a tree.
But knowing what it goes through,
On a daily basis to be a tree...
I can't say I know.
Therefore,
A knowing about it...
I can not prove or show.
I see squirrels, birds, cats and dogs,
On a daily basis...
To be what is perceived are animals.
Are they more or less intelligent than you,
Or me?
I can not claim to know this.
None have I met to chat with personally.
And that applies to people.
Many are the people with different ethnicities.
Many are their languages spoken,
And only fluent am I in one of these.
With a labelling by races and religious philosophies.
But can I claim to know them?
Not really. That would be too presumptuous of me.
But there are those who claim to know,
What is unseen.
They claim to know what others do,
Without having them on the scene.
Walk down any street anywhere and hear folks say,
Something about someone else to belittle and demean.
And not know one thing about them but they do it anyway.
Many are the people who would have others believe,
They know everything about someone else...
Including their history.
And these very same people are the reason why,
There is confusion and chaos in other people's lives...
From an ignorance known that shows.
And that fact should be prioritized as an agenda to realize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are People
There are people who are good
there are people who are bad
there are people who are rich
there are people who are poor
there are people who are happy
there are people who are sad
there are those who encourage
and those who discourage.
I’m a little bit of them,
though some may dispute that claim.
The fact that all of us
are just about the same.
Some might be a little more
of one thing than another
from the list above.
Somewhere along the line,
we all fall in a category
like it or not,
it is because we are
just human after all.
30 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Let The People Have Their Say
The tide is turning
Its coming from the street
Read your own wisdom
Not the headlines
Dont let them tell you
Its fine the way it is
Its our agenda
We know better
Let the people have their say
Let the people show the way
Every woman child and man
Has the power in this land
Now dont you worry
The future will unfold
If we are open and ready
We all have choices
Not just the chosen few
So raise your voices
Hold them steady
Let the people have their say
Let the people show the way
Every woman child and man
Has the power in this land
(let the people)
The time has come now
To realize our dream
To claim our future...together
Let the people have their say
(let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
(has the power in this land)
Let the people have their say
(let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
(has the power in this land)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
Let the people have their say
(let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Magic
Magic,
Can attract.
To...
Keep one mesmerized,
All their lives.
And...
Without a fantasizing it,
To...
Hynotize for somebody's,
Benefit.
Magic...
Will attract.
And...
Keep one seeking to stay hook,
As if it was a drug to eat and cook.
A magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From another place.
Removing everything taken once for granted.
It's magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From another place.
Removing everything one took for granted.
It's magic,
From another place.
Removing everything taken once for granted.
It's magic!
Whether black or white,
And removing everything to clear one's eyes.
Magic...
Will attract,
A magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From places unseen.
And removing false things people claim to dream.
Magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
A magic...
Will remove false things people claim to dream.
A magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
It's magic...
That removes false things people claim to dream.
It's magic...
That removes things seen people always take for granted.
Magic...
Will remove false things people claim to dream.
A magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
It's magic...
That removes false things people claim to dream.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Margaritaville (feat. Jimmy Buffet)
[ duet with Jimmy Buffett ]
Nibblin' on sponge cake watchin' the sun bake all of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimps they're beginning to boil
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my last shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason to stay here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty a Mexican cutie how it got here I haven't a clue
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my last shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame now I think must be Buffett's fault
[ steel - mandolin ]
I blew out my flip-flop stepped on a pop-top
Broke my legs crise on my way back home
But there's booze in the blender and soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on hang on
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my last shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know this is all Alan's fault
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's all damn fault
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Margaritaville
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil
Chorus:
Wasted away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But i know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A mexican cutie
How it got here i haven't a clue
Chorus:
Wasted away again in margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now i think
Must be buffet's fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Broke my leg twice i had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Hang on
Wasted away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But i know this is all alan's fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And i know it's our own damn fault
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Never to Reopen
Serious I am,
About my life.
The people in it.
And what I do.
I give any way that I can.
And when the reception,
Of what I have to give...
Is not taken as seriously,
When taken.
Since no fluff do I leave.
Or intend to be perceived that way...
A door closes!
Never to reopen.
I am not on this mission,
To fantasize my deeds.
Or journey on a path wishful thinking.
I've stumbled too many times to get up.
To stand to fall and crawl.
Not caring if it is done in broad daylight!
I have no shame to claim...
Or will carry!
I am here to proclaim my existence.
Not to have it dismissed,
By nonesense doers and their shallowness.
And there are just too many of them...
Wanting but not doing what it takes,
To get things done.
And maneuvering...
Through that kind of indecisiveness,
On a daily basis,
Keeps the mind exhausted.
With thoughts of wishing to please.
Not me!
There are too many unconscious,
Throwing their emotions all around.
And I am not here to catch anyone's pity.
I've pulled myself out of that kind of darkness.
Serious I am,
About my life.
The people in it.
And what I do.
I give any way that I can.
And IF I can't?
I don't!
I close down.
But...
I'm always there and open,
For the ones I want around!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standing On Their Own Two Feet
Estimating a number from observations seen,
It would be too difficult to produce the exact figure.
Of the ones complaining,
About environments they wish to be in.
To do those things,
They claim they mean to do.
If in another scene.
Look they do for a climate,
With a certain energy that allows them.
To be themselves.
Look they do for other people,
Who are doing those things they claim.
For them they can not do,
Because being who they are.
They feel that to be restricted too.
Yet,
Excuses they make.
And this is all they wish.
A seeking for an environment...
With people doing what they do,
So a continuation of excuses can be made...
Hoping to critique,
With more reasons why...
Standing on their own two feet,
Is not as easy as those who are 'lucky'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Joy
Stimulated to motivate,
With an appreciation of it.
Eliminates resistance,
And the fearing of risks.
With,
Benefits to claim.
And with,
Benefits named.
Anticipating debating,
Is not the same.
When one is occupied,
With choices wished to gain.
With,
Benefits to claim.
And with,
Benefits named.
There's a reason one seeks hope and joy.
To rid of a nothingness,
That annoys.
There's a reason one seeks hope and joy.
To rid of a nothingness,
And wanting to know happiness.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
As if a new toy.
And always theirs...
Never to be destroyed.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
Stimulated to motivate,
With an appreciation of it.
Eliminates resistance,
And the fearing of risks.
With,
Benefits to claim.
And with,
Benefits named.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
As if a new toy.
And always theirs...
Never to be destroyed.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
As if a new toy.
And always theirs...
Never to be destroyed.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
Joy, joy...
Always there,
To employ.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't That One Time Sufficient?
People do not express enough concern...
They 'say' they have for others.
Not directly.
Not to the ones they claim those feelings are aimed.
Nor in the way perceived,
By those believed to be on the receiving end.
They hear about it when it is discussed,
Through gossip.
As most 'important' issues affecting people's lives,
Are learned with embellished innuendos.
Through gossip!
It is part of the territory referred to as 'existence'.
To escape from it is to die!
Try it.
Even 'then' people victimize.
People love to complicate their daily lives,
With assumptions, reactions and apologies.
I am guilty myself for having high expectations.
Expecting others to detect my eye contact,
As an expression of my deep felt concern.
With a meaning extended that 'should' be comprehended.
You know...
If I said hello that automatically connects,
To something warm and fuzzy concealed...
Within the best of my hidden intentions.
To show that complicates emotions.
And 'emoting' is one of my least favorite things to do!
Or if I should nod in their direction,
When crossing the street without speaking...
I hope my need to have a full conversation,
Is the first thing that is noticed...
Especially,
By the way I acknowlege their presence in public.
My nods given are better than other nods I've witnessed.
Although a close body hug is what I would rather do!
But time and the setting does not permit it!
And I've already expressed my feelings about emoting.
I'm sure all of my motivations are correctly understood.
And my intentions need not to be verbalized all the time.
Isn't once enough?
Isn't that one time in meaningful exchange sufficient?
I mean,
If it's not just let me know!
I ain't got no problem with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Margaritaville
By: jimmy buffett
1977
Nibblin on sponge cake
Watchin the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp theyre beginnin to boil
Chorus:
Wastin away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that theres a woman to blame
But I know its nobodys fault
I dont know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin to show but this brand new tattoo
But its a real beauty
A mexican cutie
How it got here I havent a clue
Chorus:
Wastin away again in margaritaville
Searchin for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that theres a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But theres booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wastin away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that theres a woman to blame
But I know its my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that theres a woman to blame
And I know its my own damn fault
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The More I Chose to Notice It
People demand to hear me say...
'I am lonely.'
Because I live alone.
With peace of mind,
I own.
People with lack of vision,
And with no understanding claim...
Those who are comfortable with themselves,
Have to be hard to deal with.
Either that...or insane.
But it's not that I've chosen my peace of mind.
It seems through chaos to me it came.
And the more I chose to notice it...
Something in me has not been the same.
People demand to hear me say...
'I am lonely.'
Because I live alone.
With peace of mind,
I own.
People with lack of vision,
And with no understanding claim...
Those who are comfortable with themselves,
Have to be hard to deal with.
Either that...or insane.
And I remain committed,
Not to listen to those limited.
Or of lame brain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The new spirituality will also base itself on a third very large spiritual understanding, which is that life is eternal. Most religious people claim to believe that, but very few people actually live as if that were true.
quote by Neale Donald Walsch
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Adopted Posterings
You may say you are an advocate,
To eliminate every crumb of unhappiness I feel.
You may claim from behind podiums,
From a platform that campaigns for solutions.
You may even roll up your sleeves,
To let the sweat on your arms gleam in the Sun.
With your travels done,
To and from every homeless shelter across the country...
Showing images of you with a bowl of soup,
In the center of attentive people reduced to poverty.
But I am willing to bet,
Your need for media exposure and the selling of books...
To keep your pockets free to fill with uncountable riches,
Will never desire a wish to exchange your lifestyle...
With that of many people living in urban blight,
For all of your 'adopted' posterings...
That proclaim to have tremendous empathy and love,
For those enforced to live...
In substandard conditions and situations.
That has never happened before.
And you do not need an entourage of devotees,
With leaflets, flyers and banners...
Emblazened with your image,
As someone's savior.
If a sincerety was inside of your heart,
It would not appear on every TV channel...
This time of the year.
If a sincerety was inside of your heart,
You'd be amongst those people...
You'd like to uplift with a greater sense of life,
On a daily basis.
To know what it takes to tolerate,
People like yourself...
Who use others to increase their own way of life,
Solely for the purposes to highlight their own advantage.
You may say you are an advocate,
To eliminate every crumb of unhappiness I feel.
You may claim from behind podiums,
From a platform that campaigns for solutions.
You may even roll up your sleeves,
To let the sweat on your arms gleam in the Sun.
But nothing you have done,
Will ever show...
You have a total commitment to embrace equality.
You might lose a few jewels if you did!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Startled
People are such mysterious creatures to observe.
When it's believed
Someone seen on a daily basis,
Has no worth they can detect.
That person becomes like them...
Driven by bad luck and circumstance.
They are comfortable with not taking chances.
And 'good luck' is what they express in doubt!
However...
When it is discovered someone seen on a daily basis,
Has, in fact...
Achieved accomplishments,
In front of them and not behind their backs!
They become quite startled that someone like that...
Could care less about the methods used,
Or who determines how success is measured to reflect
One's influence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am not going to claim that modern anarchism has any direct relation to Roman jurisprudence; but I do claim that it has its basis in the laws of nature rather than in the state of nature.
quote by Herbert Read
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Loss Of Trust
It is shame on humanity
Bad reflection and insult to divinity
As we claim highly privileged persons
But go down in history with various reasons
No, no it is not your fault
It has come blue from the bolt
We have shared no reality
For fear of speaking a bad quality
Why at all people should suffer?
Why have we to go and silently offer?
A mere loaf of bread
Before they are proclaimed dead
Majority has some right to claim
But not allowed to force the shame
No one should die of hunger
This infuriated me with the kind of anger
We are exposed to human weakness
Yet we hide it and present the different face
As if everything thing going on normal
Till the disaster knocks its arrival
The earth can't be deprived of many races
Blacks, whites can't have clear tail or traces
They have come into being and that is the only truth
We need to go out and express the will at the booth
Never feel hurt as we are to be blamed
Remove the people who are or ill famed
What good they can deliver to us!
When they have completely lost the trust
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Have No Morals
The preachers of hate claim they hate the west,
While on their moral throne they sit,
Yet they'll take our money when put to the test,
Their ideals are straight from a pit.
If they really hate us why do they stay,
Don't you find it sickeningly funny,
They abuse our system then cause us affray,
But love taking our hard earned money.
Hypocrisy in terrorists will forever remain,
They are cowards every one,
Like their masters they're completely insane,
As for principles truth is they have none.
They have no scruples or moral code,
Their cowardice is for all to see,
Bravery to them is too heavy a load,
They wouldn't know the meaning of free.
To murder innocents is a total disgrace,
It's a cowardly and heinous act,
When you meet your maker he will say to your face,
Hell's where you're heading that's a fact.
The people you claim to represent,
Are very few and far between,
Decent people think you're ideals are bent,
With terrorist scum they wouldn't be seen.
If you truly detest the way we are,
Your choice is crystal clear,
Leave our country and travel afar,
But that thought just fills you with fear.
If you detest us as people the way you claim,
Return to the country you adore,
We will never allow you to achieve your aim,
Your ideals are rotten to the core.
You insult our freedom and our way of life,
Go elsewhere to have your quarrels,
The fact you can take from the people you hate,
Proves to us,
‘' You Have No Morals ‘'
These Episodes Remain To Stay Played
Of course I am going to remember being insulted.
And being the butt end of loudly spoken jokes.
These episodes remain to stay played,
In the mind of the one they are directed towards.
Especially if one is chosen for this to be done,
On a daily basis.
Wouldn't you say?
Unless you are the forgetful kind.
And accustomed to degrading others.
Because it seems the popular thing to do!
And for many...
Not a few,
Their misdeeds are seldom forgotten...
To forgive!
And I happen to be one to believe,
There is no such thing as sincere apologies.
I just think some people become embarrassed,
When those they insult with intention...
Are discovered to be better people,
Than what had been rumored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bling Obsessed
If people were not intentionally programmed,
To be envious...
Manipulating them would not be so easily effective.
Even those budding to branch out from one tree,
Choose to flaunt the artificialness of their possessions.
And for what purpose to obtain?
Seconds under spotlight with no lasting flame,
Before its over?
Show me something that strengthens the tree,
Not weaken it.
And 'you'?
Yes you...
You have every right to flaunt as much as you want.
Knowing there were good deeds done you did.
However...
Many environments are nests for bling obsessed fools,
Pre-occupied with the making of false impressions.
Without one investment made to claim turf where they leech.
To voice the shallowness of their quick lived dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We meet people all the time....
We meet people all the time
Rich people with nothing
Poor people with the world
Kind people
Not so kind people
Funny people
People who think they are funny
People who laugh at other peoples pain
People who change the course of our lives
People whom we change their direction
Inspirational people
Caring people
Intelligent people
History tells us of people who create World misery
And the ones who end it
People who charm the socks off us (while we are wearing our shoes!)
People who steal our affections
People who give us undeserved affections
All the time we meet people
Wouldn’t it be nice if this poem didn’t label them though?
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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