No Reception for Laughs
When they are toddlers,
Playing good and bad guys...
Having fun.
No one in this quiet neighborhood,
Believes anything wrong is done.
Buy them cars,
For getting good grades.
Pay they get for 'A's on reports.
Have them wonder why...
'B's aren't well received!
These are values...
Fed and tested to our youth!
Game dangers with strangers,
They are taught throughout life to pursue!
So many aren't raised,
And crazed on fantasies praised!
One mind carries a disrespect and always has.
The other mind protects,
A peace released expected.
Proving and showing...
Lives lived without class,
Dangling on links from a past
Not connected.
Usually...
Gets the loser kicked in the ass!
The one deluded to defend values based on plastic...
Cracks and crumbles!
Finding it sad,
Actions provoked...
Invokes no reception for laughs!
Buy them guns...
When they are toddlers,
Playing good and bad guys...
Having fun.
No one in this quiet neighborhood,
Believes anything wrong is done.
When nothing done wrong is always admitted,
Blistering truth upsets when it comes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Believes In Me
i'm tossing and turning and i can't get to sleep
got something on my mind - i just can't release
then she whispers so softly - that she believes in me
if i let her down - and tried to disguise it
she always see through it always replies that
no matter what i do - she believes in me
all the times i failed - gone slighty off the rails
she's there to remind me - she believes in me
when it all goes wrong and i feel i'm own
she's there to remind me - she believes in me
don't get me wrong - i not some kind of fool
i give her my world if she asked me to
cuz here's no denying - she believes in me
but i'm only human - i'm just a guy
that sometimes makes mistakes and i can't explain why
some say crazy - but she believes in me
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Hollywood
You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny
But honey, what are you talkin about
Something bout being, being reimbursed
For every unregistered virus
Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain
And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane
With electricity shut off again
Leaving the night-life only for the madmen
Oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
And oh my god
I guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
Well, everybodys got their own smoke-screens
With personal armies for everyone in between
With plastic rifles given to every team
What a beautiful dream, even bullets have guarantees
And oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
And oh my god
I guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
Theres the sweetest evil image detector
As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser
She dont give food to eat or anybody, anyplace to sleep
But she can tell you, what you can and what you cant create
And oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
Oh my god
I guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
And oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
And oh my god
Guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Hollywood
You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny
But honey, what are you talkin about
Something bout being, being reimbursed
For every unregistered virus
Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain
And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane
With electricity shut off again
Leaving the night-life only for the madmen
Oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
And oh my god
I guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
Well, everybodys got their own smoke-screens
With personal armies for everyone in between
With plastic rifles given to every team
What a beautiful dream, even bullets have guarantees
And oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
And oh my god
I guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
Theres the sweetest evil image detector
As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser
She dont give food to eat or anybody, anyplace to sleep
But she can tell you, what you can and what you cant create
And oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
Oh my god
I guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
And oh my god
Theyve sold hollywood
Burned down my neighborhood
Even shot robin hood
And oh my god
Guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Understanding More About Myself
i think back and i wonder,
why my trusting is so messed up,
part of me knows the reason,
but at times it still a puzzle,
that i just can't seem to put together,
i remember things clearly,
as i have the flashbacks,
i'm learning that my memories,
are not lies,
but are truth that was hidden,
so much pain comes up,
when i think of that part of my life,
but at the same time,
it what makes me feel better about myself,
i know that i am stronger because of it,
at times when i'm in the moment,
it feels so far from the truth,
but if i continue to run from my past,
and do the things that i don't like,
i'm not really dealing with it,
i'm making it worse by keeping myself the victim,
i was the victim in the past,
i don't have to be it now,
yeah my past will take some time to move on from,
but it doesn't changes much of who i am,
i have ppl who see me for me,
i may be a sensitive girl,
but there are some that don't take advantage of it,
some guys will always be jerks,
but not all guys are,
as i open up and trust some guys,
i'm realizing that some guys can be trusted,
just like some girls can be trusted,
it not so much on who they are,
it ppl actions that can attract you to somebody,
or just as well walk away from them,
i'm learning that i do have control of my life,
i'm just afraid to take it at times,
as a young girl,
speaking your mind ment,
i got more than i can handle,
you start to learn to stay quiet,
and just take what is coming to you,
a hard thing to take,
but up til this day,
it what i've been doing,
not speaking up,
when ppl start to treat me wrong.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Latent Ridiculousness
Good Morning!
Hope your day of making and finding excuses,
Is a productive one.
At least you will not be alone.
So many are beginning to discover this.
And your wish to procrastinate for the rest of your life,
Today has been validated by others just like you...
Who have waited until it was too late,
To pretend they have had concerns for others.
But I will say it is great to see,
So many people now rallying to protect their values.
Although hysterical this may be...
It is still wonderful to see such latent ridiculousness.
'You meant to say, Historical to see.'
And you must be a lost vacationer?
Because you have clearly wander into the wrong space,
And at the wrong time...
When I am in need of no one,
To help me express or define what's on my mind.
Got it?
Now get to leaving and make it for good.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Values / No More Lonely Nights
I hear them telling me that you're selling off the furniture
And even keep my personalized autographs
You might as well go all the way and sell your granny to the zoo
And while you're at it, may I go to my psychiatrist ?
He's making money out of making me laugh
But I don't mind , I wish that I could say the same about you
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
And I'll be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
The city shark is at the dark and of the alleyway
You pays your money and you takes your choice
The artful dodger says he wants to pick a pocket or two
But you, you've taken up a place in high society
A personal friend of messrs rolls and royce
Got them all convinced that everything you say to them is true
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
I like your wife's smile, I like her car
If I had your lifestyle, I wouldn't go far wrong
On the waters of life you row your boat
Into the strongest tide that you can find
On the darkest of nights we were two of a kind
We went through it all before the tide went out
And left us stranded on the shore
How was I to know
How was I to know
Well you ain't got no values
You know you think you're hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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World Gone Wrong
1. strange things have happened, like never before.
My baby told me I would have to go.
I cant be good no more, once like I did before.
I cant be good, baby,
Honey, because the worlds gone wrong.
2. feel bad this morning, aint got no home.
No use in worrying, cause the world gone wrong,
I cant be good no more, once like I did before.
I cant be good, baby,
Honey, because the worlds gone wrong.
3. I told you, baby, right to your head,
If I didnt leave you I would have to kill you dead.
I cant be good no more, once like I did before.
I cant be good, baby,
Honey, because the worlds gone wrong.
4. I tried to be loving and treat you kind,
But it seems like you never right, you got no loyal mind.
I cant be good no more, once like I did before.
I cant be good, baby,
Honey, because the worlds gone wrong.
5. if you have a woman and she dont treat you kind,
Praise the good lord to get her out of your mind.
I cant be good no more, once like I did before.
I cant be good, baby,
Honey, because the worlds gone wrong.
6. said, when you been good now, cant do no more,
Just tell her kindly, there is the front door.
I cant be good no more, once like I did before.
I cant be good, baby,
Honey, because the worlds gone wrong.
7. pack up my suitcase, give me my hat,
No use to ask me, baby, cause Ill never be back.
I cant be good no more, once like I did before.
I cant be good, baby,
Honey, because the worlds gone wrong.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Who's Right, Who's Wrong
Who's Right Who's Wrong
Kenny Loggins
(This Is It)
I've grown tired of fighting
Whether you're right or wrong
Whether I'm weak or strong in your eyes
'Cause this is a lonely feeling
Watching you turn away
Why does it have to be this way?
On and on tonight
You've made a point of being right
Making this a game instead of love
You should know
Where this goes.
Someone's heart will surely be broken
Before too long
If we keep on playing this game
Of right or wrong
CHORUS
Who's Right, Who's Wrong
When love is gone?
Who's right or wrong -- false or true
Never used to matter to you.
You're almost crying
Saying "I've gotta run"
Easier said than done
Tell me why
I want to know what you're hiding
Turn around and look at me
I've never been this hard to see before
If we'd only come together
For a moment here tonight
You could hold me tight
And ease your troubled mind
You should know
Where this goes
Someone's heart will surely be broken
Before too long,
If we keep on playing this game
Of right or wrong.
Right or wrong, lady
Right or wrong, baby
I'm right, you're wrong lady
You're right, I'm wrong, baby
Talkin' about who's right or wrong
It never really matters
when your love is gone
Sayin' it out
This right is wrong
If all our lovin' is gone.
From Lolly Hellman ([email protected])
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Selective Realities
No one believes...
The blood they bleed these days
Is of treason crazed,
Diced with sacrificed lives for lifestyles
Long gone, outdated, forgottened.
Instigating but a few,
Stewing pain.
A few who could care less who's name
Announces
A louder call
For more appalling
Patriot games.
No one believes...
Peacekeepers come
Bearing a quick peace up their sleeves.
Or a Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton debate
About the relevance of political correctness,
On crime infested streets.
Are they competing amongst themselves?
In a practice of 'ghetto is good'
But not in my surburban neighborhood!
And nothing what is 'fed' feeds the 'hood'.
They are caricatures of a capsuled time...
In minds of those reliving 'selective realities'.
And no believes,
What is spoken convinces the one speaking!
Since the delivery is done with stature...
But the dignity of it lacks sincerety that's pure!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everybody is a Teacher.
Be aware when you meet or already have a person, let it be anyone
You learn and teach until both of you are done.
You both teach each other for something, positive or negative
It is up to you which appeals, the good or bad you will receive.
If you are not positive enough, you are lost,
When one is teaching you wrong, for you it will cost.
Will cost you if you go along with just anything trouble or happiness,
If you cannot make a difference on your life progress.
However, it is not wise to oppose, eventually you will find the truth,
If you were meant for peace, love or kicked by the booth.
Because some gets kindness, , some plays out the rough,
But we all go on life, playing the game, eventually we'll became wise and tough.
But not when you do wrong to others or even yourself.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Caged Prisoners
They take a vote to decide,
Whether or not they should move forward?
And another to decide if they should abandon,
Those limitations of thought and the process of it!
This may seem ludicrous...
But people like this actually exist!
They think of themselves as being progressive...
With an exactness,
Even caged prisoners would petition against.
And despise they do,
Those who protest their degraded quality of life.
They prefer that such issues be kept quiet...
And not attract attention.
Lessons received from their ancestors.
With content and comprehension...
Has been released and is nonexistent!
And yet...
At odds with the delivery, purpose and perception.
When in celebration of historic events...
Although clearly maintaining the routine of values meant!
Nothing more!
Just the pretense of it!
Even though an hypocrisy kept,
May be in conflict with the hip hoppers...
Unwrapping disrespect gone unaddressed.
With presentations that expose cracks on naked butts!
As minds fly high around warning signs posted on trees,
Above the pictures of missing neighborhood children!
But who really cares...
When there are still those who are trying to 'project' traditions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Light And Darkness
as we all know there is no good without evil, nor heaven without a hell, No light without darkness, but yet we continue to watch stories about how light is always the good guy, there is only one true bad guy and those are the guys that commit crimes and continue to knowing there wrong and they don't care, if you flip evil around you get 'live' or flip devil around and you get 'lived', darkness and evil are not as bad as we make them out to be they just have a different perspective, they have a different story to tell, the good guys and the bad guys both have objectives sometimes there is a bad guy as seen above but in most cases its a guy trying to help himself and or his people or beliefs while the 'good' guys have the spotlight and defeat the 'bad' guy, but if you look at the stories on both sides you understand better, the both just have different objects and different desires, and one triumphs over the other, there is no good without evil we all make mistakes but we all do what we must in dire times, we are all good and evil, we all are made of light and darkness, learn to live with both its much more harmonious besides if you only followed light you'd have to be in a blazing hot sun for a long time and what fun is that.
poem by Jaques Leblanc
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No Values
I hear them telling me that youre selling off the furniture
And even keep my personalized autographs
You might as well go all the way and sell your granny to the zoo
And while youre at it, may I go to my psychiatrist ?
Hes making money out of making me laugh
But I dont mind , I wish that I could say the same about you
It seems to me that youve still got no values
Oh you know youre not so hot, no values
And Ill be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
The city shark is at the dark and of the alleyway
You pays your money and you takes your choice
The artful dodger says he wants to pick a pocket or two
But you, youve taken up a place in high society
A personal friend of messrs rolls and royce
Got them all convinced that everything you say to them is true
It seems to me that youve still got no values
Oh you know youre not so hot, no values
You know youve got a lot, but no values
And Id be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
I like your wifes smile, I like her car
If I had your lifestyle, I wouldnt go far wrong
On the waters of life you row your boat
Into the strongest tide that you can find
On the darkest of nights we were two of a kind
We went through it all before the tide went out
And left us stranded on the shore
How was I to know
How was I to know
Well you aint got no values
You know you think youre hot, no values
You know youve got a lot, but no values
And Id be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Bad Boys
Woo-woo
Dear mummy, dear daddy,
You had plans forme, I was your only son.
And long before this baby boy could count to three,
You knew just what he would become.
Run along to school,
No child of mine grows up a fool,
Run along to school.
When you tried to tell me what to do,
I just shut my mouth and smiled at you,
One thing that I know for sure-
Bad boys
Stick together, never sad boys
Good guys
They made rules for fools, so get wise...
Dear mummy, dear daddy,
Now Im nineteen as you see,
Im handsome, tall, and strong.
So what the hell gives you the right to look at me,
As if to say hell, what went wrong?
Where were you last night?
You look as if you had a fight.
Where were you last night?
Well I think that you may just be right,
But dont try to keep me in tonight,
Because Im big enough to break down the door.
Bad boys
Stick together, never sad boys
Good guys
They made rules for fools, so get wise...
Boys like you, are bad through and through.
Still, girls like me, always seem to be with you....
We cant help but worry,
Youre in such a hurry,
Mixing with the wrong boys,
Playing with the wrong toys.
Easy girls,
And late nights,
Cigarettes, and love bites
Why do you have to be so cruel?
Youre such a fool
Bad boys
Stick together, never sad boys
Good guys
They made rules for fools, so get wise...
song performed by by George Michael
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Lies About Tall Guys
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys seem to get executive jobs
Shorter guys work mostly as clerks
Taller guys never seem to be slobs
Shorter guys always seem to be jerks
Taller guys seem to get all of the action
Shorter guys seem to be quite invisible
Taller guys always seem to deserve satisfaction
Shorter guys are lonely and miserable
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys just seem born to play sports
Shorter guys kinda seem to like tennis
Taller guys certainly look better in shorts
Shorter guys look like Dennis the Menace
Taller guys are usually at the top of their class
Shorter guys seem to fail quite a lot
Taller guys always seem to kick ass
Shorter guys want to, but simply cannot
sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys get better grades and such
Shorter guys seem to barely scrape by
Taller guys seem to do better, pretty much
Shorter guys always wonder why
Taller guys seem to have eyes like a hawk
Shorter guys seem to wear glasses a lot
Taller guys cover more ground when they walk
Shorter guys, to keep up, have to trot
Sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys and their friends look like N.B.A players
Shorter guys look more like cheerleaders
Taller guys seem to look like dragon slayers
Shorter guys look a lot more like bleeders
Taller guys seem to have more gear to protect
Shorter guys wear more protective gear
Taller guys, more confidence seem to project
Shorter guys have less confidence, more fear
Really seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys appeal to the female gender
Shorter guys always seem to choke
Taller guys carry a lot more legal tender
Shorter guys always seem to be broke
Taller guys seem to drive high dollar cars
Shorter guys drive toyotas
Taller guys seem to reach for the stars
Shorter guys reach for diet sodas
Taller guys are obnoxious, let’s neuter them all
Shorter guys are great people, always a delight
Taller guys are an abomination against mother nature’s law
If you think I’m a short guy….well, you’re right!
Really seems like the way it should be
poem by David Whalen
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The revelations of great men
If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.
If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.
If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.
If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.
If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient
You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.
You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.
You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.
You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.
But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It was dangerous to hit the wrong kid in my neighborhood, because a lot of the guys I played with had fathers in the Mafia.
quote by Tim Robbins
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Illegitimate Judgements
The doubling of standards lived,
Has cracked foundations...
Of tired traditions,
Rocked by what 'truth' is!
Passing illegitimate judgements,
From narrow minds in times that are sick.
Proves that liberty and justice for all...
Are 'schemes' sold to many,
That can't be forced to fit!
One group chooses from their point of view,
To demean with disrespect that is seen!
As another finger pops and hip hops through life...
Are marketed to have values that are the best,
Of 'worldly' sparkling blinge with diamond sheen!
Then proclaimed degrading remarks,
Starts sparks to fly with snarls and barks.
Startling those who have choosen to live apart!
In pretense separated by fences
As values praised aren't reflected on pop charts!
The troubles descending upon mankind today
Are pieces of false securities,
Once lifted blindly...
To glorify those of greed,
Sheltered and dazed.
And obvious it is,
Very few have escaped this craze.
As the passing of illegitimate judgements,
Are lifted higher...
In glorious voices raised.
To shield the wickedness,
Of these times lived...
That are savored with lust,
Greed and praised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poem Of The Evening Is A Quiet Poem
THE POEM OF THE EVENING IS A QUIET POEM
The poem of the evening is a quiet poem
It comes in gentleness with tired eyes
It does not know how long it will last
It believes a fresh breeze
And a simple song
Are all its needs
To feel happiness.
The poem of the evening this evening
Believes in life
Believes in Goodness of God
Believes it will somehow be alright.
The poem of the evening this evening
May be a foolish one
But it is a quietly happy one.
We need such poems sometimes
For life is hard in the long working days
And in the times of difficult idleness
When no dreams come.
Quiet and quiet
Soft as sleep
The poem of the evening this evening
Is a gentle one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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