Personality
Some aspire to have it.
Many do,
With charisma too.
Others claim to fame,
Is making attempts...
To establish names,
For themselves.
And they will do that,
In a heartbeat.
No matter who is plagiarized.
They will find a way to steal,
A personality.
The origin of it may not fit.
But for them,
At least they can convince
What has been obtained,
Sticks!
As long as the glue holds.
While traveling either from Dublin...
Or to Chicago!
They will keep it.
Even if it is dismissed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charisma
Is it my fortune or my fame
Is it my money or my name
Is it my personality
Or just my sexuality, yeah, yeah
What is my charisma
What is my charisma, yeah
Is it my body or my brain
Do I drive you insane, ha
Is it the power of my touch
Do you need me too much, too much, too much
What is my charisma, what is my, what is my
What is my charisma
Is it my fortune or my fame
What is my, is it my money or my name, charisma, yeah
What is my, yeah, yeah, yeah, charisma
What is my charisma, what is it Ive got
What is it about me that gets you so hot, hot, yeah
Am I the master of your soul
Do you lose all control, ha
Is it my fire or my flame
Do I drive you insane, charisma
What is my charisma, yeah
What is my, is it my fire or my flame, charisma
What is my charisma
What is my charisma
Is it my body or my brain
What is my, is it my money or my name, charisma
And do I drive you insane
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my, is it my fortune or my fame, charisma
And do I drive you insane
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
Charisma, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
Charisma, charisma
What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma
What is my
song performed by by Kiss
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I Do My Best To Be Subjective
Why are you running,
As if your pace is hasted.
What's up with that?
'I've become too mainstream.
My philosophies I once argued,
Are finding acceptance.
And I do my best to be subjective.
To irritate and stir up unrest.'
But shouldn't you be pleased?
'Are you kidding?
Do you know how long it takes,
To establish personality with controversy?
To be pointed out as weird and strange.
Do you know what that does,
To someone with my creative range?
Do yah?
Those had been my attributes and claim to fame.
Now everybody is in on the act.
So I am running away to find a place,
Where I am free to present a strangeness that irritates.
I want those whispers and gossip about me back!
Here?
Here...
I don't even want to be a bag of chips.
Not the way my 'eccentricness' has been dismissed!
Do you know what I had to go through to pay for it?
No...
You don't have a clue!
And that's why I run the way I do.
I want to remain the trendsetter.
You know...
The pacemaker.
That subjective irritator! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personality is essential. It is in every work of art. When someone walks on stage for a performance and has charisma, everyone is convinced that he has personality. I find that charisma is merely a form of showmanship. Movie stars usually have it. A politician has to have it.
quote by Lukas Foss
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Dublin & Chicago
a pseudonym is necessary
to establish an identity
based on origins
personality is irrelevant
in the scheme of things
that intrigue poets
perhaps a dramatic dialogue
is in order to elucidate
how things are
like browning and his duchess
call it plagiarism if you like
but that's how it is
in dublin and in chicago, too
wallace stevens and his poem
the emperor of ice cream
are sources for the resourceful
writer who credits his sources
for the inspiration they inspire
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Every Heartbeat
Hear me speak whats on my mind
Let me give this testimony
Reaffirm that you will find
That you are my one and only.
No exception to this rule
Im simple but Im no fool
Ive got a witness happy to say
Every hour, every day.
Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
My red blood runs true blue
And every heartbeat belongs to you.
Classic case of boy meets girl
Moving in the same direction
Youre not asking for the world
Im not asking for perfection.
Just a love thats well designed
For passing the test of time
Im here to tell you
Im here to stay
Every hour, every day.
Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
Ask anyone and theyll tell you its true
Every heartbeat belongs to you.
Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim, yeah
My red blood runs true blue
And every heartbeat belongs to you.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Yeah sure maybe Im on the edge
But I love you baby and like I said
Im here to tell you
Im here to stay
Every hour, every day.
Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
Ask anyone and theyll tell you its true
Every heartbeat belongs to you.
Every heartbeat bears your name (every)
Loud and clear they stake my claim, yeah
My red blood runs true blue
And every heartbeat belongs to you.
Every heartbeat bears your name (every)
Loud and clear they stake my claim, yeah
(every heartbeat)
And every heartbeat belongs to you.
Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
Ask anyone and theyll tell you its true
Every heartbeat belongs to you.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Claim To Fame
Talk-talk, yak-yak
Watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it upon your back
No space, no rent
The moneys gone, its all been spent now
Tell me bout your claim to fame
Now aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something bout a claim to fame
Ooohhh sweet mama, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Wet lips, dry now
Ready for that old hand out, now
Aint that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in
The heads round, the squares flat
Aint that some claim to fame
Now tell me aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something, something bout some claim to fame
Ooohhh-wheee sweet mama, extra, extra, something
Something bout your claim to fame
Yeah now
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh mama, said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
About a, about a, something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
bout a, bout a, something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Oh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Dismissed
V1:How many times have tried to pull one over on me?
Always mess with me and try to get the best of me. Lookin'
back, all the pain that you put me through. (Why would I fall
for a fool like you?) Now ya talkin' like I never played the game before.
Save ya empty words 'cause I don't wanna hear nomore. Basically you're
trying to take control of me, but you're not what I wanna be.
PC1:I know everything about you. Yesterday has come and gone. I am
better off without you. No lookin' back, I'm movin' on!
Chorus:Never steal the song of my lips. I'll never bow down to give you a kiss, no.
Never steal my innocence. You've been dismissed. (You've been dismissed.)
Do ya best to try and put me down. I'm never goin' back even if I see you around, no.
No, I'm never goin' down like this. You've been dismissed. (You've been dismissed)
V2:Let me break it down one more time. I know you're never gonna change my mind.
That was then, this is now, things are different, no. You're not what I'm livin' for.
PC2:I know everything about you. It's funny how the tables turned. I am better off without
you. Now you're the one who's getting burned!
Chorus 1X
On a falling star you got to where you are, and you think you got the right to own my heart,
but my affection doesn't lie in your direction. You wanna hold me with a lock and key. Cover
my eyes so I cannot see. But in the end we all know who wins. You are over! Over!(Never steal,
never steal, never steal)........ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh....ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Chorus 3X.
You've been dismissed.
Good-bye.
Arisi Delchi.
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Would I Marry You? In A Heartbeat!
Inner heartbeat getting fonder!
Inner heartbeat getting sweet!
Inner heartbeat makes me ponder:
So how come life's incomplete?
Inner heartbeat moving faster!
Inner heartbeat moving strong!
Inner heartbeat prods its master...
So how come the days seem long?
Inner heartbeat stirring new love!
Inner heartbeat stirring sighs!
Inner heartbeat like a warm glove!
So how come this feels so nice?
Inner heartbeat palpitating!
Inner heartbeat passion-filled!
Inner heartbeat can't stand waiting!
So how come that it's so thrilled?
Inner heartbeat seeks its solace...
Inner heartbeat seeks its treat!
Inner heartbeat seeks your first kiss!
That's true love... in a heartbeat...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Your Signature Of Approval Clearly Appears
If you are one...
And there are many.
You are not alone.
Who sat on the sidelines...
And done nothing but complain.
To condone as shown.
With a choice to defame and claim...
The ones making attempts to uplift others,
You convinced those listening...
Sought names of fame.
Guess what?
Congratulations.
No need to get up from your rut.
And your activities have been,
To ensure they are publicly shamed!
In a very successfully conducted campaign.
Guess what?
Congratulations.
No need to get up from your rut.
The blight you see you wish would leave...
Has the mark of deceivers on it!
And your signature of approval clearly appears.
Those you jeered whether in whispers or cheers,
Had nothing to do with the reception of your wishes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charisma Doll
Artificial charisma
Glass eyeballs with no reflection of living
'She' is like a doll
Charisma the soul of the doll
Enchanted many people in second
The powerful persona, that's charisma
Children are not parents' doll
They just want to be loved as they are
Human without personality
Without confidence
Adore someone!
Everybody must have adoration to their selves
Look at me, everybody!
In whatever appearance I have
No one in this world such as me
My voice, face, hands, feet, heart
No one owes it but me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Tootin' Or a Hootin
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with others,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
Communities everywhere are falling apart.
People looking for police...
And others to help them stop
Their nonsense blindly rise
As they watch with eyes as this increases to the sky!
No one gives a 'tootin hoot or holla' about their lives!
All they want are hand outs!
And someone to point out to criticize!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know God's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
These people ain't 'real...
To claim God in their hearts!
It ain't a thing they feel.
If they did...
Everything done,
Would have more appeal!
These folks ain't real...
To feel God in their hearts!
IF they did with truth faith...
They wouldn't be a 'tootin or a hootin 'bout
A crumbling world...
That's falling all a part!
These folks ain't real...
With a feeling of God in their hearts!
That's why no satisfaction ever comes,
And the weeping for them starts!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You got to get up and get 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
Then treat other people like you don't care!
These people claim without no shame...
They know He's everywhere!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And assume He's always there for you,
While you do what you dare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Not Perfect.
Sometimes the artist makes a fools mistake.
A contract that demands plenty for so little.
Me personally I do this for free currently because I have a job that pays the bills.
It is a hobby to me, always has been.
I work with my back, shoulders, arms, as well as my hands.
Time limited sticks me behind so many others.
Yet I don't care, for I do not desire fame and fortunes.
But instead actually enjoy what I do.
I feel as if I making glue that holds a painting together.
The creation of something all in ones mind.
A satisfying feeling envelopes me as I write them one at a time.
A victory upon this paper, this is something I indeed savor.
I do reread and reread trying to perfect each and everyone of them.
But for the sake of being correct.
Even though I know each one has its own flaws.
That is what make it really unique.
Even when the favored critique tells I'm wrong.
Sometimes thats the way I still want it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Dublin
After our affair
I swore that Id leave dublin
And in that line Id left behind
The years, the tears, the memories and you
In dublin
At the quays friends come and say farewell
Wed laugh and joke and smoke
And later on the boat
Id cry over you
In dublin
How can I leave the town that brings me down
That has no jobs
Is blessed by god
And makes me cry
Dublin
And at sea with flowing hair
Id think of dublin
Of grafton street and derby square
And those for whom I really care and you
In dublin
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Dublin
After our affair
I swore that Id leave dublin
And in that line Id left behind
The years, the tears, the memories and you
In dublin
At the quays friends come and say farewell
Wed laugh and joke and smoke
And later on the boat
Id cry over you
In dublin
How can I leave the town that brings me down
That has no jobs
Is blessed by god
And makes me cry
Dublin
And at sea with flowing hair
Id think of dublin
Of grafton street and derby square
And those for whom I really care and you
In dublin
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Not On This Side Of Your Fence
Your backyard is in shambles!
And you peer over my fence,
With attempts to convince me...
Your life is one that is more advantageous,
Than the one in peace I live?
One without conflict that exists?
One I enjoy just the way it is?
And you say this is what I am missing...
A chaos I've have long dismissed,
And,
From your point of view...
I am in need of more of it?
Is this your way,
Of asking for assistance...
To help turn on your light switch?
One of us has a need to wake up.
And in my world...
Your world is not invited!
That darkness you provide,
Will not on this side of 'your' fence reside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long Before the Re-writes Made By 'Historians
Who really wants to be 'another'
Of what had already existed?
And what motivation is there...
For someone to make attempts,
To shadow footsteps...
Without that drive to individualize,
One's own innovation meant.
Is that why so many find it easy to follow,
And complain?
Yet strain their brains to redo in research.
Than it is to pave a path that one can claim.
To make it easier to lay the blame,
If what is done doesn't achieve the same result.
And a thief only can steal.
Not create.
A mess...
Yes!
And that produces long lasting effects.
And the reason why those who pioneer are first jeered.
But later cheered by those who reap the benefits,
From the ones who do not profit at all.
Or are even mentioned for their initial efforts!
Others wish to hold their egos high.
And build their discoveries,
Based on 'myths' and prefabricated lies!
Much like what has been done to the Eygptians?
Who have been literally dismissed and 'gyped'!
And not given full credit,
For their mind numbing inventions.
Occurring many thousands of years...
In advanced civilizations.
Long before the re-writes made by 'historians'
Mysteriously appeared,
From freshly dusted archives.
Inside age treated tombs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Tries to Understand
Some will never come to know,
The real you.
But the very few,
Who can say they do.
And maybe one or none of those few,
Can actually convince you of it!
Since you will claim,
No one tries to understand.
And you are the main one,
Who refuses to listen!
Or makes attempts,
To communicate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Steal
Do not steal another’s name;
Do not steal your neighbor’s fame;
Do not steal next person’s house;
Do not steal someone’s spouse.
Do not steal one’s money;
Do not steal someone’s honey;
Do not steal other’s labor;
Do not steal things from neighbor.
Do not steal another’s job;
Do not steal from poorer mob;
Do not steal next man’s limelight;
Do not steal another’s might.
Do not steal another’s health;
Do not steal your neighbor’s wealth.
Do not steal next person’s praise;
Do not steal from human race.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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Heartbeat City
Oh heartbeat city
Here we come
And happy days
Count on thumbs
And nothin really
Gets us down
As long as jackis
Back in town=85hmm
Im glad you made it
I cant complain
Oh jacki (echo)
What took you so long
On just a holiday
Oh jacki (echo)
What took you so long
I thought you knew the way
(heartbeat city)
The noise electric
Never stops
And all you need
Is what you got
And theres a place
For everyone
Under heartbeat citys
Golden sun
(jacki)
Oh jacki
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
On just a holiday
Oh jacki (echo)
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
(so long)
I thought you knew the way
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
You know? (unintelligible)
Im glad you made it
I cant complain
I missed you so badly
When you jumped that train
(jacki)
Oh jacki
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
On just a holiday
Oh jacki (echo)
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
(so long)
(thought you knew the way)
I thought you blew away
(heartbeat city)
Oh heartbeat city
Lights at night
(heartbeat city)
Keeps getting closer
Out of sight
(heartbeat city)
Heartbeat citys
On the loose
(heartbeat city)
Better catch
The blue caboose
Oh, huh, heartbeat city
Its my life, uh
(heartbeat city)
(heartbeat city)
(heartbeat city)
song performed by by Cars
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As If A Needed Must To Have Is Trusted
When one begins to establish a history
One's choice to be deceiving,
Does not mean those activities go unseen...
To be disbelieved.
When one begins to establish a history,
Misdeeds like these...
Clarifies one's identity.
Packaged within an unmistakable personality!
And why this is a mystery to one so obvious,
Can not be explained.
Even though a pattern has been created,
That maintains its sameness.
When one begins to establish a history
One's choice to be deceiving,
Does not mean those activities go unseen...
To be disbelieved.
And accepting environment,
Has a way of making anything tolerated!
Even one's disgust becomes tradition.
As if a needed must to have is trusted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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