No time to Fake
Faked?
My abilities and deeds,
You believe has been faked?
I have yet to admit,
All things I am familiar with.
And with 'whom' I have initiated a process.
Faked?
I feel like a child beginning to learn how to walk.
And you believe my efforts taken have been faked?
Are you saying that just to ignite,
The depths of my greatness?
Or...
Are you hoping someone will validate,
More of a perceived ego...
I have yet to publicly admit?
Either way,
I have had no time to fake!
I have enough on my plate as it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faked Faith Tolerated Fades
Some more will come.
Thy 'Will' for them...
Will be done.
And all then will come to see...
A way dictated to others to live,
Is a falsity observed decreasing.
With nothing about it positive.
More will even come to know,
Only God 'our' Father...
Can bestow,
What it is,
We need to live and grow.
This as it is,
Is the life one should live.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
More will even come to know,
Only God 'our' Father...
Can bestow,
What it is,
We need to live and grow.
This as it is,
Is the life one should live.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Possession of love
He was much possessive of his wife.
She’d to listen to no other men.
She must move only with women.
He faked love lest she should seek out.
He faked love to block other men.
She sublimated her energy
In devotion to duties and deities.
Thus she went to yellow, sapless.
No more threats from any quarter.
Being safe, he abandoned her.
09.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Obviousness Of You doing This
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
The obviousness of you doing this,
Shows with a glow upon your face.
And those you have chosen to oppose,
Only play along as an added hobby.
Knowing it is your disgrace and not theirs,
You can not easily erase.
When the act of yours is traced.
And you are left without explanation.
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
But it is your fate,
Tossed away.
With no escaping,
From the damage you make to fake...
An opposition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unrequited Love
In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt although not faced.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
But pain!
In between lips unkissed and missed.
With a proclamation of strength...
As tears drip from eyes like a typhoon,
Has hit an unexpected wall of sobs.
Someone has been robbed of a trusting job held.
Remembering the region of the Philippines.
Or the China sea.
And the cyclone winds dramatized...
To validate images created,
To compare with the whirlwind within.
In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
But pain!
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
Again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
But...
Too proud am I to admit of,
Unrequited love.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
Again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
But...
Too proud am I to admit of,
Unrequited love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faked To Create
I grew up encouraged to think independently.
And to believe 'everything' I saw on TV,
Was faked to create what was not real.
Many haven't had that opportunity.
And live controlled and unfortunate lives.
Not because of TV.
But because they've been taught,
To have thoughts to think...
Is a waste to keep them processed,
And a value that has no place.
I grew up encouraged to think independently.
And to believe 'everything' I saw on TV,
Was faked to create what was not real.
I feel so alone sometimes,
When I have trouble finding the remote.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sociopath (2)
Yes, but no; the answer’s no.
Right but wrong, always wrong
Empathetically empty, emotions faked,
Faked very badly, not understood at all.
Laughter during pain, tears during anger
Smiles during misery and joy alike.
Constant confusion of the human state of mind
Reads fantasy books to try and grasp emotional reactions
Smile, yes; that’s how I should react,
Elude the emotions I constantly re-enact.
poem by Lenore Lee
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Keeping Their Distance And Staying Away
They did not want it to appear,
They associated with me...
Publicly.
Until the host of the event,
We attended...
Announced,
If it had not been for my efforts...
There would not have been an event,
To attend.
What did those pretentious do?
Cracked faked smiles.
As if in the doing,
They were compensating me for my time.
And I thought of them to be a dime a dozen.
A waste of space manipulated!
With a doing to me a favor...
By keeping their distance and staying away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Blonde in the Red Leather Booth
I was sitting in Katz Delicatessen
waiting for Sam to arrive,
when this blonde with her date
made their entrance.
They took seats in a booth on the side.
You know I'm not given to gossip
but I couldn't not hear if I tried.
They were speaking of sexual matters,
all about faked orgasms and lies.
The Blonde started bucking and shaking,
moving her head side to side.
She muttered God's name in her frenzy,
pretending her Lovers inside.
The booth smelled of sex and red leather
The Petite-Mort faked with great pride.
I muttered' I'll have what she's having.'
to the waitress who stood by my side.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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When Do You Plan To Leave?
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
I remember distinctly,
You referring to my 'visions' as delusional.
The ones that corrupted your values and standards.
The ones you said I kept over-re-acted.
And based upon my own dissatisfactions.
The very same ones...
You now claim affect 'you'.
And leave you stunned.
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
Why are you not in celebration?
Could it be you taste,
A bit of devastation?
And you believe 'my' world has a few vacancies?
Let me share with you this...
In 'my' world,
I've solicited no one to share my peace of mind.
Or the happiness I have found in it!
However...
I do admire your temporary visit.
When do you plan to leave?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Numbers can be faked
So simpletons will believe
Things are not that bad
Get it while the getting's good
Before things go up again
tanka by Edwin Tanguma (30 August 2012)
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Traces Of Their Tracks Left All Over The Facts
How can anyone conscious of a deed done...
Later admit,
They were not aware of it?
If honest mistakes are declared to be made,
By those who are consciously making them...
Most of the time.
Why are the ones unconscious,
Repeatedly denying...
They are 'not' incompetent.
When they have left traces of their tracks,
Left all over the facts!
And...
Supported they are,
By those who continuously make...
Honest mistakes!
How much of reality is, indeed, faked?
With no one held accountable,
For a quality of life watched fading away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Can't You Keep It Celebrated?
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
What's keeping you from trusting God with all your faith?
That faith...
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
What's keeping you from trusting God with all your faith?
That faith...
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
That faith,
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's a beauty to wisdom and experience that cannot be faked. It's impossible to be mature without having lived.
That One Puts the Brakes On
Faked embraces,
Sooner or later are replaced.
One may try hard to hide behind disguises.
But a false face,
Does not a lasting relationship make.
What becomes obvious,
No longer can one accept or take!
And that one puts the brakes on this,
Quick.
Eliminating any climbs attempted.
Wished, assumed or perceived to exist.
That may be fixed in another's mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't want to give too much of it away, because I haven't cleared it with Bob, but the treatment is twenty years, and she, in an effort to protect herself faked her death and did a series of things regarding Dr. Loomis, who has died, because Michael Myers was after her.
quote by Kevin Williamson
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The 'Potential' For Greatness IS There
If a greatness is indeed appreciated,
Wouldn't it take more than one to satiate the taste?
It would lessen the propaganda.
And the hype of it would not be faked.
'Well...
Okay.
Let me say...
The 'potential' for greatness is there.'
mmm...
That makes the taste of it easier to take,
Somehow.
That way,
My expectations aren't set so high.
And I can determine what is given,
More delicious than it is!
You get my point?
'I think so.
YOU want to determine,
The 'greatness'.
And when and 'if' that should be labelled as such!
Giving 'you' a purpose to encourage and spread the word.'
Of course.
I don't want to have it enforced.
I would think you would want my expectations to rise!
To declare something 'great'...
Leaves it to be criticized and opened to be downsized.
'Maybe we should hire you to do our marketing? '
Well...
As you yourself stated,
The 'potential' for greatness is there.
'I now can see,
The point you are making.
The potential for greatness 'IS' there.'
Exactly!
There is no need to overwhelm the message.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That wasn't because of money, it was because I had a job for the next two days and wanted to work. So I faked a test. That was over two years ago. Why has there been no issue about it since then?
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People used to think we just faked all that stuff... it was all written, rehearsed. The fact that it looks as cobbled together as it does is just that we weren't very good.
quote by Terry Gilliam
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And The Cradle Will Rock
Well, they say its kinda frightnin how this younger generation swings.
You know, its more than just some new sensation.
Well, the kid is into losin sleep and he dont come home for half the week.
You know, its more than just an aggravation.
And the cradle will rock.
Yes, the cradle will rock.
And I say, rock on!
Rock on!
And when some local kid gets down, they try and drum him out of town.
They say, you coulda least faked it, boy.
At an early age he hits the street and winds up tied with who he meets,
And hes unemployed.
And the cradle will rock.
Yeah, the cradle will rock.
And I say, rock on!
Rock on!
Have you seen juniors grades?
And when some local kid gets down, they try and drum him out of town.
They say, you coulda least faked it, boy.
At an early age he hits the street and winds up tied with who he meets,
And hes unemployed. his folks are overjoyed.
And the cradle will rock.
Yeah, the cradle will rock.
And I say, rock on!
Rock on!
Rock on!
Rock on!
song performed by by Van Halen
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Don't Say Oops Or Stay Mute
Because you don't sit drinking vodka,
With a twist of lemon peel.
Or a dry martini...
Doesn't mean to me,
You are,
Less real.
I aint into impressions.
Or introductions that are faked.
I want to know how you feel,
About the weather.
Tell me what that's gonna take?
I want to know how you feel,
About the weather.
Tell me what that's gonna take?
Don't say oops!
Or stay mute.
I wish to hear,
What you're going through.
Don't substitute truth for duping.
To excuse,
What you think I knew!
I want to know more about you.
I like what I see and the attitude.
Don't say oops!
Or stay mute.
I wish to hear,
What you're going through.
Because you don't sit drinking vodka,
With a twist of lemon peel.
Or a dry martini...
Doesn't mean to me,
You are,
Less real.
I aint into impressions.
Or introductions that are faked.
I want to know how you feel,
About the weather.
Tell me what that's gonna take?
I want to know how you feel,
About the weather.
Tell me what that's gonna take?
Don't say oops!
Or stay mute.
I wish to hear,
What you're going through.
I want to know,
More about you.
I like what I see and the attitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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