Motive
You study to create and generate what?
And which of your deeds have you benefited most?
Is it your cloak and dagger specialty?
The duck-as-I huff version of your simplistic debates.
Or...
How about a game of charades?
Would you like that?
I will be me as to not confuse you.
And...
Why don't you stay betraying someone you are not.
It will be less complex and easier to detect,
What it is you desire to display and convey.
While I attempt to comprehend your true motive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes
My head can get to murder and rape for profit because I can understand greed as a human motive, but I cannot understand the voyeuristic desire to watch such a film. I can comprehend one and I cannot comprehend the other.
quote by Donna Leon
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Generator
We generate heat
We generate emotion
We generate a feeling
That is better left here
Than a memory on a wall
I'd rather cry than forget you
We generate pain
We generate suspicion
We generate a rumour that's sick
But a rumour that is probably true
I'd rather die than forget you
(i won't let my dreams slip away from me)
I'm talking sex motion
I'm talking 'bout fashion
I'm talking 'bout skin games
I'm talking 'bout secrets
(and i won't let my heart run away with me)
I'm talking temptation
I'm talking 'bout memories
I'm talking 'bout feelings
I'm talking 'bout emotion
We generate lies
We generate pictures
We generate a video film
That i couldn't let my best friend see
I'd rather lose than forgive you
We generate shame
We generate secrets
We generate a reason for living
And we generate a reason for not
I'd rather hurt than forget you
I can't believe that i'm here
I can't believe what i've seen
I can't believe what i'm doing to you
song performed by by Gary Numan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Next!
There is no 'if' on my lips,
When I say I love.
No 'maybe' awaits me giving it.
I know what it is inside me that lives.
But I will tell you this...
No masquerade portrayed,
Upon my heart...
Comes to be made.
That is not allowed.
I wont let that start!
When I say I love...
I do!
And you,
Can forget about using me to play...
Charades or any other game,
You choose to display.
When I say I love...
I do!
And you are not that good...
To continue in a disguise I recognize,
Given by shallow givers I knew
Who tried to hide a past,
Smoothed over by obvious lies.
Why does anyone think that will last?
When false eyes I detect...
Appear so quickly,
After one's need has been fed
With the act of sweated sex!
In a wet bed of regrets.
'Next! '
Put your pretentions to rest!
You are not that good.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My burning desire to create
MY BURNING DESIRE TO CREATE
So intense and so powerful
Like a furious burning fire
My desire to create is so powerful
So painful and so throbbing
Like a hungry child crying for food
My desire to create is so hopeful
So rigid and so consistent
Like a passionate entrepreneur
My passion to create is so unshakeable
Every hour that passes by I want to create
Every moment I spend I long to create
I have a living urge and desire to create
A living passion to express myself
A burning desire to live my true life
Sometimes I hide myself in the midst of business
At times I deliberately cloud my space with my busy life
Sometimes I try to hide away from my passion to create
Sometimes I try to narrow down the size of my passion
But regardless of all my efforts my desire always finds me
I am so transparent inside, my passion to create
Has invaded all my privacy inside
So strong and so powerful
Like a helpless child looking for love and security
My desire to create is so seeking and so burning.
poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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Prisma
Rainbows shine pure through spray
of drops, prismatic view
of multi-coloured hue
emerges from the grey.
What seem impressions true
tomorrow melt away.
Dawn's daily spider play
displays silk nets anew,
through diamond stranded dew
lights scintillate, breeze sway –
all things sing echo, clue
interpreting the Way.
Dew's sparkling interplay
between earth, water too,
empowers life; curfew
of night lifts, gifts relay
world’s waking wonder woo,
air slakes thirst, scorns delay.
Nature must convey
respect to dew as due,
for where its overdue
photosynthesis may
not from primaeval stew
evolve - for mammals too
no haemoglobulu.
Life offers [th]us each day
diversity where you
can rediscover new
its beauty on your way
to Paradise, - display
of nuances, each true.
So as we travel through
time’s complex interplay
perhaps impressions stay,
perhaps disperse into
new background bright and blue,
perhaps... but who can say?
How can links one mind drew
then be restated? Clay
may be remodelled, hay
cut neatly so a few
twin stems splice true, but who
may reproduce mind ray
unique of each soul’s s[t]ay?
12 September 1996 revised 5 October 2009
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Prisma
As clouds contain a spray
of drops, prismatic view
of multi coloured hue
emerges from the grey.
What seem impressions true
tomorrow melt away.
As daily spiders play
their silken nets anew
through diamond stranded dew
light shines in every way –
so all is echo, clue
interpreting the Way.
Life offers [th]us each day
diversity where you
can rediscover new
its beauty on your way
to Paradise, - display
of nuances, each true.
So as we travel through
time’s complex interplay
perhaps impressions stay,
perhaps they melt into
a background bright and blue,
perhaps... but who can say?
How can links one mind drew
then be restated? Clay
can be remodelled, hay
cut neatly so a few
stems twins appear, but who
may reproduce mind ray
unique of each man’s s[t]ay?
12 September 1996
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Duck and the Kangaroo
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
'Good gracious! how you hop!
Over the fields and the water too,
As if you never would stop!
My life is a bore in this nasty pond,
And I long to go out in the world beyond!
I wish I could hop like you!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'Please give me a ride on your back!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'I would sit quite still, and say nothing but 'Quack',
The whole of the long day through!
And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land, and over the sea;
Please take me a ride! O do!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
'This requires some little reflection;
Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,
And there seems but one objection,
Which is, if you'll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo-
Matiz!' said the Kangaroo.
Said the Duck, 'As I sat on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely,
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks
Which fit my web-feet neatly.
And to keep out the cold I've bought a cloak,
And every day a cigar I'll smoke,
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo!'
Said the Kangaroo, 'I'm ready!
'All in the moonlight pale;
'But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!
'And quite at the end of my tail!'
So away they went with a hop and a bound,
And they hopped the whole world three times round;
And who so happy - O who,
As the Duck and the Kangaroo?
poem by Edward Lear
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Did You Pass or Fail?
Why is it easier to be arrogant?
Why is it easier to be cruel?
Why is it easier to be evil?
Why is it easier to hurt?
Why is it easier to an asshole?
Why is it easier to victimize?
Why is it easier to abuse?
Why is it easier to use?
Why is it easier to be greedy?
Why is it easier to be selfish?
Why is it easier to be self centered?
Why is it easier to steal?
Why is it easier to manipulate?
Why is it easier to lie?
My thoughts is it is a test to all man kind
Did you pass or fail?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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See Yourself
Its easier to tell a lie than it is to tell the truth
Its easier to kill a fly than it is to turn it loose
Its easier to criticize somebody else
Than to see yourself
Its easier to give a sigh and be like all the rest
Who stand around and crucify you while you do your best
Its easier to see the books upon the shelf
Than to see yourself
Its easier to hurt someone and make them cry
Than it is to dry their eyes
I got tired of fooling around with other peoples lies
Rather Id find someone thats true
Its easier to say you wont than it is to feel you can
Its easier to drag your feet than it is to be a man
Its easier to look at someone eless wealth
Than to see yourself
song performed by by George Harrison
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Either Run Or Duck
So much wanted that is wished,
Seems to come with required prerequisites.
Just to test one's desire.
Sometimes it feels as if,
There are more steps taken backward.
As that scent gets stronger to behold.
A twist of impatience glued in cement,
Angers.
Who hasn't experienced this to decide,
If it is easier to let go and be crazed?
And in these days we face,
Who would notice this as abnormal behavior?
Would you argue with anyone throwing a fit?
Either run or duck,
That would be my recommendation.
Confronting someone on a rage,
Is not conducive to a maintaining of one's health.
So much wanted that is wished,
Seems to come with required prerequisites.
Just to test one's desire.
Only until tears begin to drip does it appear,
Those locked doors begin to open.
Leaving one to wonder...
What was the significance of the attempt tried.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Read Me, You'll See
It's tough…
When other people get in the way
Of perfectly clear communication
And confuse the heck out of you
When you were doing so well
Saying what you needed to say
Even though
Sometimes
What you are trying to convey
Is limited
By the limits of the words at your disposal
It can feel stifling
Like, you wish you can say so much more
I guess
As long as you can somehow
Express
Something
It's better than nothing
But
Other people
They get in the way
So,
Then
I wonder
Do you still understand me
Can you recognize my message
When it's surrounded by so many others
I have to admit
Sometimes I'm left confused
I don't always understand
What you are tying to say
All those other voices
All those other titles
All those other ideas
They sure do get in the way
And
I have to say
I don't see myself as obtuse
Though
It took me a while
To recognize you
But,
I'm admitting I am a bit confused
It's just tough
When other people get in the way
And, dilute, confuse,
Add to without meaning to
What I'm trying to convey.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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For the moments
Mutual desire is the essence of sexual relationship.
A man taking a woman out to dinner
Is paying to felicitate her desire for him.
A man hiring a prostitute for sex
Is paying for the absence of her desire for him.
Waitresses showing cleavages get extra tips.
The motive of men is to be endeared by women.
The motive of women is to shine and attract men.
All the ethics are put aside for the moments.
15.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Sell It In Pieces To Have It Sold
Once upon a time,
When I was just a young bud growing...
On the tree of life,
Blossoming with idealism.
And thriving with desire to have more Sun light,
Brighten to open my eyes even wider.
I had a wish to become wiser.
I had a wish to have it known,
I could express an intelligence.
Today,
My wants and needs are more simplistic.
I have only one wish.
And that's to have whatever it took to get,
My peace of mind...
Never to become noticed to be valued,
By anyone trying to buy it.
And I become foolish enough,
To attempt to sell it in pieces to have it sold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The long version of the play is actually an easier version to follow. In all of the cut versions the intense speeches are cut too close together for the audience and the actors.
quote by Kenneth Branagh
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Interpretation is everything
.
I wonder if the words I write.
Convey the message I intend
or must my messages depend
on how you read: What you perceive,
perhaps I’m failing to achieve
what I attempt and lose a friend.
Although I edit and amend
the thoughts and ideas I conceive.
The words I choose sometimes confuse
and lead my readership astray.
Excuses are of little use
it seem that when I try to say.
Something contrary to your views
You close your mind and turn away
22-Jul-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Those Who Are Born To Leech
If I am here to leave a recipe...
It may go ignored.
It may go for decades untried.
It may, in fact...
Become declared as someone else's creation.
Thieves finding easy ways to feed themselves,
Keep on the prowl.
But one day...
'Someone' will declare a discovery,
Of my 'original' recipe...
To attempt to re-create the same taste,
To proclaim it theirs to enjoy.
'Don't stay up too long to study wrong,
Boys.'
Since those who are born to leech,
Are not themselves creative.
Thieves, yes!
Creative creatures, no!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Assiduous
When one does a setup,
What is the first thing one must do?
'Observe, study and plan.'
Okay.
But I would think...
The first thing one must do,
Is to remain true to onself.
Prepared to face any dilemma.
And then proceed.
Most times...
The setting up of something,
Takes years in the making.
And requires patience, discipline and diligence.
'That's why I said...
Observe, study and plan.'
With an application of assiduity.
Being one who is assiduous.
'We could have left the name calling out of this.
But if you want to stoop to those levels...
I can hang, you know? '
Study and plan 'before' you setup.
Comprehend with understand first!
Dissect and listen.
Then research.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus More On Motive
Please,
Why can't you give me time...
With allowing my mind,
To find a bit of comfort.
Please,
Why can't you leave me alone...
With a time I can find,
To enjoy that bit of comfort.
I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.
I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.
So please...
Why can't you give me time,
With allowing my mind...
To find a bit of comfort.
And please...
Why can't you leave me alone,
With a time I can find...
To enjoy that bit of comfort.
What I need is to focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.
What I need is to focus more on motive,
With a hope you'll understand my need.
I need to...
Focus more on motive,
With a hope you'll understand my need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want A New Duck
Woh oh
I want a new duck
One that wont try to bite
One that wont chew a hole in my socks
One that wont quack all night
I want a new duck
One with big webbed feet
One that knows how to wash my car
And keep his room real neat
One that wont raid the ice box
One thatll stay in shape
One thats never gonna try to migrate or escape
Or Ill tie him up with duck tape
I want a new duck
A mallard I think
One that wont make a mess of my house
Or build a nest in the bathroom sink
I want a new duck
One that wont steal my beer
One that wont stick his bill in my mail
One that knows the duck stops here
One that wont drive me crazy waddling all around
One wholl teach me how to swim and help me not to drown
And show me how to get down
How to get down baby
Get it?
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I want a new duck
Not a swan or a goose
Just a drake I can dress real cute
Think Im gonna name him bruce
I want a new duck
Not a quail or an owl
One that wont molt to much
One that wont smell too fowl
One that wont beg for breadcrumbs
Hangin around all day
Hed better mind his manners
Better do just what I say
Or hes gonna be duck patte, duck patte, yah, yah
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(lots of quacking sounds)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depiction Of Understated Greatness
With their inciting of infighting,
And backbiting done...
I find it amazing,
They can declare anyone to be their enemies.
But they do it with precision,
As if their mode of operation...
Has not revealed their cloak and dagger motives,
They use against themselves 'first'...
To ensure they effectively succeed in their purpose.
Is implemented to promote...
A just and do cause!
Which is...?
To...?
Be viewed as...?
Insane?
I don't know.
What else could explain such devisive tactics?
I was on a roll until I came to the end of this,
Depiction of understated greatness.
But...
I could not 'create' an explanation,
To excuse such mindlessness!
Thoughtlessness?
Or...
Whatever it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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