Many Younger People
So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.
They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.
So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.
They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.
Kicks they get,
From being loud and rude.
Even in school hallways,
They loosely talk of booty choosing...
Like it is kept,
In some treasured chest.
And most of them dress,
As if they wish for a nakedness.
While observing grown up little girls,
Exposing their butts...
And developed breasts.
As if soliciting themselves to be.
Sexpots or pets,
As they bend over demurely
Around and near their teachers' desks.
So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.
They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.
So many younger people,
Get their kicks.
And aware of it.
They are.
As if
They have been taught,
This as a focus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Younger Girls
Words and music by robin zander and rick nielsen
Try to bend me, try to shake me
Try and turn my head around
Oh try to change me, rearrange me
I think you know about the boy you found
A fantasy like this is hit and run
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
I had a dream about girls like you
You said call us, you'll get two
One for your money, two for the show
I'll give you something more
I know,i know,i know,i know
It's hard enough to make you wanna cry
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
It's hard enough to make you wanna cry
And it drives me out of my mind
I'm in love with you, baby
My poor innocent baby
Don't you say maybe
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Feels so good, let me in
I might jump right out of my skin
Don't you ever grow up little girl
Sweet young thing, not so innocent
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
(repeat to coda)
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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The Bling Side
They want to see,
That bling side for them to begin.
With a start for them that has no end.
And hoping their lives,
Will sparkle bright.
With a sheen seen...
From outer space at night.
They hope that bling side to blister and glow.
From angles that exposes,
Their studded gold teeth glimmering...
In a bold gold that shows.
That want that bling side to begin...
With goose bumps too,
That never end.
With expensive sneakers costng fortunes.
To brag likes fools...
Like selfish spoiled children do!
To then dress as fools.
Act rude with a crudeness.
With a flaunting of lewd attitudes.
That want that bling side to begin...
With goose bumps too.
To then dress as fools.
Act rude with a crudeness.
With a flaunting of lewd attitudes.
And killing any sense that may be left within them.
They want to see,
That bling side for them to begin.
With a start for them that has no end.
And hoping their lives,
Will sparkle bright.
With a sheen seen...
From outer space at night.
They want that bling side to begin...
With goose bumps too.
To then dress as fools.
Act rude with a crudeness.
With a flaunting of lewd attitudes.
And killing any sense that may be left within them.
To live,
Or not to have...
A future.
One that has firm roots.
And not be foolish losers.
To live,
Or not to have...
A future.
One that has firm roots.
And not be foolish losers.
They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
To be just foolish losers.
They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
They want that bling,
To live!
To be just foolish losers.
The bling side,
To live!
The bling side,
To live!
The bling side,
To live!
To be just foolish losers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Examination Is a Process That Must Take Place
I am not one up to addressing stress.
Or the affects of neglecting the effects of it.
But those who defend and protect the obviousness
Of their own unhappiness,
Because they choose to keep their stress kept secret...
Can not be helped.
I've dealt with it myself to know the steps.
People who have already decided to over-medicate themselves...
Have chosen not to face their own reflections.
And self examination is a process that must take place,
If anyone is going to progress beyond their afflictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Babysit, Teach And Discipline
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
And aware of life,
From a respecting prospective.
People who are respectful,
Are generally doers of deeds.
It is shown they are responsbile,
With pride in themselves.
And in their communities.
Observing this is better than a picture.
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
Nothing can be painted to depict this,
Better than the sight of it.
When people become defensive,
And childish in their attitudes...
Expressing demeanors quick to give 'mood'.
Those are the places most distressed.
In which people are heard complaining,
That 'others' should address messes they have left.
You know...
Like children who grow expected by others,
To be accountable...
But no one has taken responsibility to teach them.
Leaving the public school systems as dumping grounds,
To babysit, teach and discipline minds unprepared...
For that process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Few Options Left
Say whatever you like
But those fantasized all their lives
Have very few options left
To live their lives without the presence of reality
Consider it an invasion
A process there but choosing not to see
These are the people we should all fear
They actually believe 'life' is their creation
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wrote A Poem Across The Universe
I wrote a poem across the Universe
It was read among the stars-
Cosmic messages were sent endlessly reinterpreting it-
It appeared in Galactic anthologies
And whole Civilizations taught it in their schools-
Worlds were born with it and worlds lamented their dying with it-
It became the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text
Of cosmic intergalactic meaningfulness-
I wrote a poem across the Universe-
It was read for billions of years
And then somehow
No attention was paid to it anymore-
And it vanished for as long as forever can be understood to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Perfect Woman
She stands out elegantly tall
Staring you straight into your eyeball
She is a woman all girls want to be
She is the woman all girls want to see
With her display of motherly kindness
Exhibiting contemporary greatness
Her presence is a charm
Even her smile alone disarms
Her life paints only positive examples
Everyone frequently questions and samples
They all want to be like her
They all want to be a superstar
Her outstanding personality
Is more than just a female identity!
She is a woman all girls want to be
She is the woman all girls want to see
Some people say she is perfect
Others claim her to be an intellect
A role model she is to be correct
O! The lives of many she affects
She is quite plain and simple
Always out there for the people
She is one without flaws
Always abiding by the law
She is the perfect woman
All girls want to be
She is the perfect woman
All girls want to see
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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In our daily lives as programmers, we process text strings a lot. So I tried to work hard on text processing, namely the string class and regular expressions. Regular expressions are built into the language and are very tuned up for use.
quote by Yukihiro Matsumoto
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Telecom is a dramatic success in India and our view is, respecting the political process, and respecting the fact that these are sovereign decisions, is that, approaching India as a friend.
quote by John W. Snow
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Deprived
People choose to accept,
The plated fakeness of 'bling'.
And what they have been led to believe.
That a symbolic success...
Is easier to achieve.
If copied as anticipated!
To mimic as one pleases.
The status of bling,
Only has to glow intentions.
With a sheen that gains attention.
To mean anything...
As long as it satisfies the eyes,
With a glitter that sparkles bright.
For those deprived and spending lives enclosed,
Without that genuine experience to expose...
And/or enlighten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Younger Ones
The younger ones,
Do not wish any part of it.
The fragmentation solicited...
Or the family divisiveness.
They have witnessed what the elders have done.
And this has made many of them turn away quick.
Because the younger ones wish,
Not to have any of the negative rifts!
They have witnessed what the elders have done.
And the elders are the ones that do not get it!
The younger ones,
Do not wish any part of this.
In their hearts and in their minds,
The youngers ones may not express it.
But their actions are quite dramatic.
And observing that is obvious and emphatic.
The younger ones have had it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was Made To Feel Different In My Younger Years
I remember sitting in the corners of shadows.
Wishing to be invisible,
After making attempts to disappear.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
My voice was deep at the age of twelve.
And my knees knocked.
I was aware I walked pigeon toed.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
People were quick to critique me then.
When they would laugh at me.
I laughed right back at them to hide and cry alone.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
I grew wiser before I aged.
And years it would take for me to learn to forgive.
But I did with a doing successfully.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Perceptive, empathetic and sometimes distant.
Removed from anguish I knew others felt.
Yet today I might sit with periodic embitterness.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
I've learned to use my talents and gifts,
To lift me beyond any loneliness that visited.
And with slow and painful steps I grew to improve.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
And when I self examine to reflect...
So happy I am to have held on to my patience,
With a giving to others a respect regardless...
If little of it was shown to me,
When I was growing to bloom.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Hungering then to be accepted.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Hungering then not to be neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.
quote by Wallace Stevens
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Thought And Intelligence
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
A society debating the importance of education...
But not employing the effects of prioritizing its benefits,
Leaves those with high expectations conflicted and confused.
Especially when those who express thought and intelligence,
Are mentally abused and 'accused' of 'thinking' they are 'smart'.
In fact,
There are more people encouraging the act of cheating today...
Just to prove being competent does not require common sense.
Not if the goal is to be seen as successful with abilities to impress.
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Point of View
The best point of view to have,
Is the one not interpreted to offend.
Even though what is observed,
Affects everyone with the same pain.
Many insist to have their messages delivered,
With a bit of sweetner.
And kept hushed in low voices.
Some medicate until they can exaggerate the affects.
While others choose to voice their opinions direct.
Either way this does not subject the majority of those,
Still holding onto their pretentions.
Although they prefer not to have them taunted...
And if this is suspected they become irate.
With an ostracizing of EVERYONE from their delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Their Closest Relatives
People hypnotized and transfixed,
Have grown more accustomed
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
So accustomed to myths,
People are.
And the praying to what is believed,
To what has been embedded
In their minds,
Exists.
People do not wish to be told,
About the thought process of Nature.
And how that goes.
Or about Earth and Mother Nature.
The relationship between them.
How that works and what they know.
People wish and desire to accept,
They are more powerful
Than that which 'allowed' them life,
And gave to them breath.
People reject with a dismissing of this,
That which gifted them and permitted their lives.
People have grown more accustomed,
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
Yet,
Give zero respect to their closest relatives.
The Sun, The Moon
And how together,
They affect their lives lived here on Earth.
People have chosen to become accustomed,
To ignoring as if they do not hear or listen.
Or are aware of them with comprehension.
People choose not to accept this as is.
People choose to believe from that which exist,
They are not born from it.
People choose for themselves to believe,
For them
There is no connection to perceive.
Even though what is they can not conceive,
Flows through their veins and bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Night I Painted The Sky
I came from the north
Escaping convention
Modern invention that wont let me be
To the shores of st. martin
With my fiction addiction
To restart the fire
A dreamers remedy
Independence day
And all I remember
Was a midnight rainbow
That fell from the sky
As I stand on the beach
I slowly surrender
To the child in me
That cant say goodbye
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Oh I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
I dug in the sand
Like a boy on a mission
And there in my hands
A pyros delight
If un bombadier
A night time magician
I sparked the sky
As the rockets fly from view
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Es I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Oh the mortars they roar
In anticipation
Proceeding the sigh
Of the uplifted eyes
It showers us all
In sulfuric sensation
The colors shine
And a fiery rhyme tonight
The rockets in the air (ooooh...)
And the people everywhere
Wont you put away your differences for a while
I am but a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
That was the night
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Painted the sky
Painted the sky
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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