Muscle
It can be pumped!
Lumped into position!
Flexed and seen.
Nourished in public scenes.
It can be stretched to convince.
But none of this makes sense...
If it is there to just make fences,
To abuse the ones who view
Muscle from a distance
Knowing it can deflate
And decline when time finds it,
A 'has been' defined...
As much too over-rated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Fledged Birds Not Yet In Adult Plumage
I've been investigated, under-rated...
Berated to scold to deflate in debating,
A non-existing ego...
Believed I frequently visit to feed upon,
With a craving I love to salivate.
Like fledged birds not yet in adult plumage,
What else will these juvenile deliquents do?
And still I seek something more,
To invigorate my insatiable need...
For that which keeps me motivated,
Since knowing others probe my deeds...
Before they disbelieve I sense them done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Makes More Sense
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
It makes more sense,
To walk away than to be petty.
And it makes more sense,
To prevent a thumping headache.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Many fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart?
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes this makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it,
That it makes more sense!
Without being convinced,
To leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing Your Perimeters
knowing your perimeters is not an easy job,
not really expensive, but it takes the mind of the pensive man,
the wiles of the wise and the wit of the wounded
who am i? where am I? what am i?
where am i heeded? where i will stop?
what can i do? what i cannot do?
knowing the length of your arms and feet
the distance of your vision
and knowing what you can touch and
see, and knowing what you cannot
even touch and see no matter how
wide you open your eyes
knowing your place, your fences, the limits
of your garden, the source of your water,
your air, your food, the quiet imagination
knowing what you can give and you can hold,
knowing what you can let go
and what you must keep in your heart forever
knowing the limits of your mind
the stretch of your hands, the number of times that
you can blink your eye,
the right time to fear and the right time to kill
the right time to love and the right time to hate
or just be the foolish man who is so indifferent
i know my limits and i mark my boundaries.
please do not go any further. i am just staying
within the bounds of my hands and feet.
i am seeing you and i am warning you.
i have this detonator. My finger is ready.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rated X
Blazing steel on the horizon
In the desert
Forces like the ultimate poseidon
The arrival
Although it burns your eyes
The government denies
Rated x
Not allowed to know
Its rated x
No files to show
The men in power call you liars
Its suppression
They say you never saw it so forget it
All oppression
Theyre passing on the lies
The bunkers full of files
Rated x
You better not care
Its rated x
The facts are somewhere out there
Can we ever trust each other
To believe in
They keep the information under cover
Its not needed
The legacy is born
They classify us all
Rated x
Not allowed to know
Its rated x
No files to show
Rated x
You better not care
Its rated x
The facts are somewhere out here
Rated x
Its rated x
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Hold Your Position (Stones)
Now here comes the great musical thing called "hold your position"
Rasta, them style ya a just levelment Uncle seen
Hold me position, Just a hold me position
I ya, hold me position, just a hold me position
Go on, hold me position, just a hold me position
Just like Jesus Christ in the valley of decision
Devil come along and tru to deceive man through him
Got him plan from the older one
Him had to hold him position, had to hold him position yeh
Hold him position, had to hold him position
Well rhythm like this makes me and me daughter
Go down at the dance, bubble on the corner
When the rhythm is sweet, we a go hold tighter
Rub-adub like this makes you go one
So you hold your position
Say you hold you position aya
Hold your position, say hold your position
Things and time was a getting slow let off the rhythm
Let the good time roll
Don't bother go a slow and stay a back row
I man come to make the rhythm
Just a rock and flow, because me hold me position
Just a hold me position
Special request to 39 Acker Tree, Frontline, everyman on Kime
UB40 say come and rhyme
Yes, Daddy Stone, me in the dance hall style
So we really come to make it versatile
Because one of a kind we come to blow your mind
So you should hold you position
Yes, hold your position, aya
Hold your position, hold your position
Hold Your Position (cont'd) Stones
Skank steady, Skank Steady
I tell you rock the rhythm
You should skank down steady
You know you say, it heavier than lead
Kinda tougher than tough
You know that Jah, Jah covers
Since he stands over us
So hold your position
Hold your position
Move to the east, and you could a move to the west
Lyrics like this Jab know never go jest
Say chunk ice water say right to your chest
Intercity, outer city everywhere the best you better
Hold you position, just hold your position
Hold you position, say hold your position
Well rhythm like this is really so hot
Let off the vilse because a legal shot
Because we hold our position
Yes, we hold our position aya
Hold our position yes, hold our position
Hold on tight never let go
Tee, ta, tee, say them all in a row
Donkey want water, you should hold him
Joe hold on tight and never let go
Hold your position, just hold your position
Hold your position a ya, just hold your position
Wah dat, hold your position
I say hold your position settle hold your position John
Hold you position Aunty, hold your position
Say hold your position go on
Hold your position, tell them rhythm so crucial
Rhythm so nice like sugar, like a spice
Cause when we a come a dance give you rough, nough, choice
A youth like me should a drive Rolls Royce
Sugar my tea baby, you're irie thought the two of us
Will go to bed cosy
Just a hold me position, hold me position
song performed by by Ub40
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Such Is This World
It's not what you say, but how it is said
That determines what stays in the head.
Appearance of conviction as you speak
Shows you and your ideas aren't weak.
Understanding 1% less than you do,
Makes you expert for some points-of-view.
Facts are merely what they appear to be
Since reality only a few can or want to see.
Truth is defined by those who prevail
So all other information is irrelevant detail.
Such is this world not for better but worse.
Demand change to put decline in reverse.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Global Economic Recession: A Hyperbole
poison me my dear, leave me alone, push me
to the bottom of the sea, where only my dream
could see my despair of knowing what happen
to me
guide me not to where I go, touch me not to
hold you till the day will end in your loving
arm I stay, hug me to close so that all my
worries would leave my heart in vain
the world hate me so cruel, my friends have just
leave me alone, though some hand me so
gently, while other loose my body slowly, far a way
where should I stay when, I know that all will just
come so quickly and kiss my heart with out
a do, there I lay down my hand and in a quietly
distance I whisper and laid closing my eyes to
say good bye
bail out plan, the charity one make no sense, the
stimulus packages would not even change my
pocket to open as I stand, in every day's plan, I
wonder the reason why my happiness has gone
hardly finds my eyes close, I am at mess
what makes me today is the not the meaning of
my existence, so artificial maybe some makes a
game plan, all is a waste of nothing to confess,
I just pray that they will be my guest in my table
when come
oh! please, hope will not be disturbed but you will
be then see, what you do would affect all humanity,
why? everything will be affected where only few likes
to be, in the business world every body has to
be free
time will come where everyday will be happy, you the
loser losses your face so empty, for the Lord God
will always be glad and finds its way, picking like
flower and smell its fragrances all I can sense in a
distain place where I used to be
it’s a time I like to eat the fruit that once enjoyed, the
labored always knew the abundance that I kept in
my soul renew, and come to fell the day of tomorrow
that there’ll come a time when all will be new and as
the world will stand beneath, the morning sun and
shadow of the problem
will be gone......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Rated X
well if you've been a married woman
and things didn't seem to work out
divorce is the key to being loose and free
but you're gonna be talked about
everybody knows that you loved once
they think you'll love again
you can't have a male friend
when you're a has been
or a woman, you're rated x
[yeah]
and if you're rated x
you're some kinda gold
that even men turn [?] to make
but I think it's wrong
to judge every picture
if a cheap camera makes a mistake
so if your best friend's husband
says to you
that you started lookin' good
you should've known he would
and he would if he could
and he will if you're rated x
well nobody knows where you're going
but they sure know where you been
all they're thinking of
is your experience in love
well their minds fill up with sin
the women all look at you like you're bad
the men all hope you are
but if you go too far
you're gonna wear the scar
of a women, rated x
[yeah]
and if you're rated x
you're some kinda gold
that even men turn [?] to make
but I think it's wrong
to judge every picture
if a cheap camera makes a mistake
so if your best friend's husband
says to you
that you started lookin' good
you should've known he would
and he would if he could
and he will if you're rated x
yeah us women don't have a chance
cause if you've been married
you can't have any fun at all
you're rated x
no matter what they do
they're gonna talk about ya
don't know what to think about it
just let 'em talk
just let 'em talk meg
song performed by by White Stripes
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Something Finally Believed
Why are those now so concerned,
About a budget?
When then they expressed no limits seen.
While feeding their greed that became obscene?
Why are they concerned,
About jobs they consciously outsourced...
To leave those here incapable of earning.
And they wish to convince,
Everything done they do makes sense?
To who?
Their tailors paid to keep them in expensive suits?
Well...
Maybe if they defined themselves as 'mindless',
It would be something done admitted.
And something finally believed,
Many would agree has validity and substance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pigeon holes for M lady Anna Russel
Don’t put me in a pigeonhole
It is the last thing you should do.
You do not understand my role.
Take note of what I’m telling you.
There is nobody quite like me
I am unique I stand alone
I can act independently.
I’m like no one you have known
You are entitled to your view
but I’m afraid that’s limited
You know less than you think you do.
But be my guest and go ahead.
Believe what you want to believe
convince yourself you are correct.
It is yourself that you deceive.
That you will change I don’t expect.
You see the world in black and white,
you have a neat and tidy mind
This does not mean that you are right.
Some things just cannot be defined.
Forget your pigeon holes my friend
each human being is unique
Though unlike you I don’t pretend.
It is the real you that I seek.
I have no time for pigeon holes
I want to see behind the mask
we wear to play to play our public roles.
Maybe that is too much to ask.
1-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Am I Trying To Convince You I Am Happy?
You have a need to convince me,
Your way of life lived is right.
Why can't you just leave me alone?
Am I trying to convince you I am happy?
What part of goodbye do you need defined?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Smudging To Fudge Up
To convince one's presence,
Has become less influencial...
A smudging to fudge up the statistics occurs.
To entice those who may follow to listen,
But less encouraged by an expression of said words...
Deemed unsuitable to those who wish to present,
A point of view to confuse and not cement...
A comprehension some may discover makes much sense.
And having minds connected with common sense,
Isn't advantageous when some undercover wish to perfect...
A doing of their best to reduce and smother the existence of truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distances
distance. space.silence.
what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?
it is the kiss that seals it.
what is the distance between
our silence for days?
it is the distance of longing.
what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?
it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth
i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.
i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?
i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more
i can see you the more you
can see me.
IT is the farthest star
that we long much.
IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.
IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.
It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.
This longing. This pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coltrane
Wakin' up at nine
Looks at his paper
Can't deal with what he sees
All the troubled lives
The talk of the ages
He's crawling back to bed
Don't take a walk outside
Don't make any new friends
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
Callin' all his friends
He's known 'em for ages
Can't deal with what they say
Connective alibis
Cold and contagious
He's crawling back to bed
So cut off the phone lines
Stock up on water
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
song performed by by Gomez
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What They 'See'...Is EZ
Some folks are just not cut out...
To do what they perceive,
To be as easy as they believe.
Or someone critiqued and discredited,
Who makes it look that way!
Isn't that what others have been known to say?
So they too 'conclude'...
From their point of view,
What they 'see'...IS
EZ.
'Would you like another piece of cake?
It took me hours to make it.
But you ate three pieces in ten minutes flat! '
~Each piece was so delicious.
Very tasty.
Ten minutes?
I didn't know that! ~
What appears on the surface,
And done with skill.
May seem so simple,
To those disconnected...
As to how that skill is applied and fulfilled.
And what it takes to communicate it.
Whip it into shape...
And bring it to 'life' to make it real!
Walking from A to B,
My be nothing for someone accustomed...
To walking.
And walking!
Then talking from C to Z.
But it may take another,
Who huffs and puffs...
A day to arrive at the corner store.
To announce by the end of the week.
What was done,
Can not be handled anymore.
The store stays 'crowded'.
All the time!
Standing in line is such a bore.
Everything on them hurts.
And their mind is sore.
From trying to make an impression...
To leave on someone,
They are hoping to convince,
What they've done makes sense.
And very soon will be done again.
Since it is much adored!
But before they do 'that'...
Other priorities they've ignore,
Must be further explored.
With a more determined focus given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Knowing One's Experience
Choosing to be in one's place,
Is a choice that one has made.
To regard one's decision as insignificant,
Without knowing one's experience...
Jeopardizes the one passing the judgement.
One may elect to find one's own environment,
An island of waste.
But to believe those that reside within it,
Have no influence...
Is a major mistake one makes!
And those who do this to wonder,
Why stagnation has visited upon them...
Should look no further,
Than the words they have chosen...
To verbally abuse people they dislike,
For reasons they can not describe to make sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Feel a Sense of Worthlessness
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
Taken for granted and has seduced...you,
Into shameless needing!
Like an appendage depended upon.
And you?
You try not to feel lost without them!
But you lay craving their use.
Feeling useless.
You can not do without them.
They are attached like a habit.
Like a muscle flexed.
They grow on you to affix themselves.
Like a missing leech recognized when absent.
However...
These taxing blood suckers have no feeling for you at all.
They are just things!
Things.
Things.
And yet those things...
They stay on your mind!
On your mind they stay.
And yet...those things?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
Would you recognize yourself,
Without them?
Who are you anyway?
Do you know?
Have you cared to know?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Wants To Listen To Him
Why are those people screaming,
At the driver of the vehicle?
He didn't cause the wheels to fall off.
I thought they hired full time mechanics,
To monitor the safety of it.
'They do have full time mechanics.'
Shouldn't they be the ones found,
To be at fault for the wheels falling off?
That is in 'their' area of expertise.
I would think.
'Yeah. I agree.
However...
Here is the dilemma.
You see...
They were not hired because they were qualified.
They were hired because they had the look,
And the presence of being mechanics.
Now...
Those that actually had qualifications,
Were denied because they knew the driver...
And supported his position as the best driver around.'
Oh?
But still,
It makes no sense to hold the driver responsible.
'That has been the argument of the driver.
And he has been the one,
Trying to keep the passengers together.
To get the mechanics that were hired,
To at least make attempts...
To get them all back on the road.
But no one wanted to listen to him,
To get the vehicle fixed.
And yet...
They want to convince everyone within listening distance,
That the driver is the reason they are in their present predicament.'
Perhaps they have other reasons and motivations to blame him.
'Oh. you mean the obvious? '
What other reason could they have?
And who are those other people,
Welding the wheels to the frame of the vehicle?
They 'look' as if they are foreigners.
'They claim they just arrived from overseas.
On a sightseeing vacation.
And volunteered their services for free.'
Aren't you a bit suspicious about that?
'Who me?
I could care less who does what to who and why.
I don't mind walking to my destinations.
I have things I want to get done and do,
With my life.'
Why are those foreigners winking at you?
'I have no clue.
Maybe they are overhearing our conversation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regardless of how It Is Perceived
There is a right time for some.
And a wrong time for others,
For 'some' things to be done...
Kept defined in minds pressured,
Unable to unwind.
And there seems never a time,
We determine to keep...
Nourished with a flourishing,
All the time.
With a manifesting of happiness.
Regardless of how time is perceived,
As a limited fit...
To adjust to a scheduling done to it.
Wouldn't it be wonderful,
If you and not time became the benefactor of life?
And it came looking to find you.
And you were too busy to look for it.
Or cared if it was found.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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