Pre-conditioned By A Doping Done
Wider are those eyes closer to full open.
Those once hazed,
With a focus directed...
On amusement and candied fantasies.
Bittersweet on tongues are messages tasted.
Messages nibbled...
From those who delivered them,
Considered once to be traitors, mavericks...
And patriots,
Carrying thick chips on shoulders...
And indifferent to steadfast policies.
Are now regarded as heros...
Who sacrificed their own lives,
To get others to 'see'.
'Get up off your knees and pay attention! '
Voices exclaimed,
From positions ostracized.
'You have been pre-conditioned by a doping done.
And duped to sleep like sheep.
Not one, not some...
But 'everyone'.'
Wider are those eyes closer to full open.
Those once hazed,
With a focus directed...
On amusement and candied fantasies.
'Get up off your knees and pay attention!
You have been pre-conditioned by a doping done.
Not one, not some...
But 'everyone'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sent Back
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else deserving or not.
Or keep those feelings embittered,
With a harboring to become directed.
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to eventually become delivered...
Often arrive at the wrong address,
For no one there willing to accept.
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else.
Or keep those feelings directed.
It 'is' difficult to forgive with a forgiveness given.
Yet...
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to 'hopefully' become delivered...
Often undelieverable are these messages.
And sent back to create havoc upon the sender.
Where such feelings are kept anchored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Browbeaters Are Out In Droves
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions
Those browbeaters protest,
With an exposing of their selfishness.
And demand an attention to focus on their needs.
Regardless of the sacrificing done,
Of those historically
Forced to exist to please on bended knees.
Browbeaters like these,
Insist their standards valued should be those
Unopposed by the ones seeking,
To diminish inequities.
The ones with a consciousness
With beliefs that equality benefits humanity.
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions.
But those restrictions must limit
The feeding of greed,
That has depleted with a decreasing
All aspects of the economy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whomever' The WHO May Be
Who me?
I never thought I was the cheese.
Whether cheddared or sharp.
OR flavored filled crisp dipped chips...
Thick or thin and delicious.
I don't know 'who' to thank...
But I've never been into it.
Getting an attention done,
For something I love...
Makes to me no sense.
Even if it is,
Something I have experienced.
Nor have I ever thought of myself as a brick,
Firmly placed...
To be consider as a piece of a cornerstone that fits.
Who me?
I'm not seeking to be perfect.
I've always been 'me'.
I love to tease and play practical jokes.
When people realize there are serious parts of my life lived...
For some reason they become provoked.
And any attention on me that comes with a focus...
I am more surprised than those I know.
I'm the one with eyes wide open...
Thinking I've become victimized by someone playing a joke.
Who me?
I never thought I was the cheese.
Whether cheddared or sharp.
OR flavored filled crisp dipped chips...
Thick or thin and delicious.
I don't know 'who' to thank...
But,
I've never been into what I do with ego to display.
And perhaps that's my best asset.
A quality in me others see.
Only 'who' knows!
'Whomever' the WHO may be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Action Should Strengthen Your Vision!
Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?
Was it ever mentioned,
Your attention was not on my agenda?
In brief encounters I wanted to extend my hand.
And in doing so you became offended.
In brief encounters I wanted to take a stand,
Against all that I thought...
You too prioritized in your life.
I did not approach you to assist,
In the conflicts you fight.
Igniting them for purposes to mask your insecurities.
I am of peace!
Not about that nonsense you daily release.
As frequently as your choice to use cuss words.
To cuss yourself and others,
With a desire to be overheard!
NOW I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
Your mouth shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?
What do you expect?
A magic wand followed by 'Hocus Pocus? '
A begging on my knees pleading a forgiveness?
While you and the others,
Use that as another joke to provoke?
Look...
Let me help you understand something here!
I'm not seeking to sacrifice my time to charities.
Those donations have been exhausted.
Nor do I intend to give away anything I have,
I myself desperately need.
What I offered to you was a quality of life,
I had to recognize to appreciate the giving of it away.
Something basic to share I hoped would stay with you.
I came to you to extend,
An open-ness that was not judgemental.
Sincere in the giving.
Something you could have shared with someone...
And I would be on my way!
But you decided to turn that into betrayal.
And today you perceive it okay,
That I should welcome your decay?
Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with your focus?
Oh...
And I am too!
Watch me as I distance myself from you.
AND maintain your focus.
This action should strengthen your vision!
If not...
Click your heels three times for clarity.
And...
Do not believe I am embittered.
Or 'sweet'.
I've been mistaken for both too often.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hear the magicians
Offer candied hope and dreams
Sweet honeyed words flow
Like vague fantasies it seems
Cover eyes that never know.
tanka by Cynthia Buhain-Baello (29 December 2009)
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The Closer They Get to Madness
The closer they get to madness,
The more they realize they are not alone.
The more common they become,
To those they thought lazy and dumb.
Now they find themselves...
Displaced and disgraced,
Like everyone else.
How sudden can a kindredness get?
How quick can those who 'had'
Find themselves among those
They chose once to disrespect.
The closer they get to madness,
They will receive the full affect!
Closer and closer to rub shoulders...
With an acceptance and much regret!
The closer they get to madness,
A perfected lifestyle behind them is left!
The closer and closer...
And closer,
They get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ana's song
Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
I'magine pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the film
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an Anorexia life
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Open fire on the needs designed
Open fire on my knees desires
On my knees for you
song performed by by Silverchair from neon ballroom
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Brainwashed
You look like a real human being
But you dont have a mind of your own
Yeah, you can talk, you can breathe
You can work, you can stitch, you can sew
But youre brainwashed
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees
Youve got a job and a house
And a wife, and your kids and a car
Yeah, youre conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And be happy to be where you are
Yes you are
Get down on your knees
Get down on your knees
The aristocrats and bureaucrats
Are dirty rats
For making you what you are
Theyre up there and you re down here
Youre on the ground and theyre up with the stars
All your life theyve kicked you around and pushed you around
Till you cant take any more
To them youre just a speck of dirt
But you dont want to get up off the floor
Mister youre just brainwashed
They give you social security
Tax saving benefits that grow at maturity
Yeah, youre conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And to do what they want you to
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees
song performed by by Kinks
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Been There. Done That. Too Often
There is a reason why,
I do not express a desire...
To know what it is you think.
'What is it? '
I observe it around you.
And as of today,
You have never mentioned it...
As a priority or even a concern.
And you should.
'Why haven't you brought this to my attention? '
If what is obvious to me,
Has not yet dawned on your mind to see...
Why would you believe a wasting of my time,
Is on my agenda to get you to open 'your' eyes?
Been there.
Done that.
Too often.
Today?
My anger has developed into amusement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Don't From Them Leave!
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
Walk away from this.
Do not hesitate,
As if waiting for this to change.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
People will choose ignorance to expose.
Since they have been conditioned to not listen.
And folks convinced like these...
Will bring you to your knees,
If you don't from them decide you should leave!
If you don't from them leave! ,
You're doomed to grieve.
Minds like these are locked without a key.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
Before your life becomes a misery.
And choose to move and do it instantly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Us Dream Together
Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Dream of a world,
Which is full of joy,
Dream of a life,
Having no trace of sorrow,
Having abundance of,
Smiling faces,
And cheerful weather,
Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Of a world where there
Is no trace of fear
Fear of bomb blast,
Fear of abduction,
Fear of a war,
Fear of any disruption
Fear of loosing someone,
Very dear and close to
The heart
Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Of a toddler and child,
Playing in a garden,
Running after a butterfly,
And her parents while,
Looking at her,
Keep on smiling with amusement,
Their faces not showing any trace of fear.
Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Of an old grandpa,
Who is not lonely,
Not discarded by his children,
Rather, he is laughing in full pitch,
While recollecting the nuances,
He used to make in his childhood,
And sharing his thoughts,
With his grand children.
Trust Me! This Is Not a Dichotomy
Trust me.
When I get through with you...
You are going to wish,
You had not spent your time
Trying to find ways to screw me.
Especially unsolicited.
And that's not a threat or a wish!
That is just a fact of life,
You are soon going to be dealing with!
You see,
God and I are 'tight'!
Closer than skin on bone.
Closer than the blood flowing through my veins!
Closer than any vanity that remains in your head.
Hear me when this is said:
'God has been my Lover,
Long before you had expressed an interest...
To see me defeated!
That is not going to happen.
Because God has got my back!
And my soul with Him is intact!
Did you hear that?
And my eyes are not the only ones...
That have been laid on you!
The attention due for your misdeeds,
Is going to come with no misunderstanding
None...
Whatsoever, indeed!
As to 'who' and where it comes from!
You will get what you deserve special delivered!
Trust me!
This is not a dichotomy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Closer
Written: stock waterman, kylie minogue
2x:
Nothing, nothing
Nothing I like better
Together, now together
Nothing I like better
Closer (sampling)
1:
Sometimes
This feels so right
Im losin my mind
I wish that we could stop
And stop time
Then we could be together
All night
Theres nothing I like better
Getting closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer, closer, closer, closer
Closer, closer
Nothing, nothing
Nothing I like better
Together, now together
Nothing I like better
Closer (sampling)
2:
Somehow
I stop myself from cryin
Out loud
When Im with you
cause Im so proud
To be your only lover
And now
Theres nothing I like better
Getting closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Man On A Mission
I got a one track mind, my blinders up
Now all I gotta do is get up, go out an get her
Got the first step down, I know what I want
All seven senses tryin to deliver
My baby, let me fill you up inside (up inside)
Spread your wings an open wide (open wide)
So hot, so hot, so hot
Im a man on a mission, straight ahead
Lets talk, more action, with no distractions
Im all conditioned, is it alright
Go for the action, with no distractions
You get every inch, play splat an bone
And its all wrapped up in a tight little bundle
I got an open mind, do anything
I am aware the ball might roll or tumble
So right down to the bottom of the top (ooh ooh)
Im gonna get it all in one big pot (one big pot)
Yeah, she got, she got me hot
Uh, Im a man on a mission, straight ahead
Lets talk, more action, with no distractions
Im all conditioned, Im far off red
Lets talk, more action, with no distractions
Oh yeah, uh, I got no expections, so get on in the way
Only thing thats on my mind - ah, shes forgotten my attention
What you takes the real kind - aw!
(solo)
Uh! ah! come on, she got, she got, ah!
Man on a mission, straight ahead
No talk, more action, I got no distractions
Im all conditioned, what I say
A man on a mission, up ahead
Ah yeah, whew, my kinda action, aw, uh
No distractions, I got no distractions
No distractions, ah, no distractions, Im on a mission, whew, aw
song performed by by Van Halen
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Made For TV Movie
I heard a word from on high
Clear like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"
The voice seemed so crystally clear
Some things are clean in your ear
When only blood fills your cup
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machines so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood
A scene set to singe innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
Focus, Focus
Focus (I can see now)
We are, we know, we see, we think for you
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why
We build your hill, we build you too, we see you
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
song performed by by Incubus
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Pre-Conditioned
Most of us,
Have been pre-conditioned...
To find good jobs.
Odd or not...
But that job sought,
We eventually got!
Instead of creating them.
Most of us,
Had been in that position.
And pre-conditioned...
To look for something already there.
Without paving a path with motivation.
Hoping what we did...
Secured us for years,
And would last!
Passing along that abstraction,
To our 'kids'.
Most of us...
Seek approval from some.
To find out from them,
If they accept what we've done.
Most of us...
Live lives confused.
And sit to await...
For that sacrifice to be appreciated.
With a love developed to sing the blues...
Feeling distraught and sometimes used.
And others who seem to fulfill their dreams...
Are often the ones who come to stun,
Some,
Who complain nothing for them changes.
Becoming strangers...
Even to themselves.
While those of us stay pre-conditioned,
To superstitions and beliefs.
And tied religiously,
With pleas to relieve us from sorrow and grief.
Fixed in prayer,
And down on our knees.
Stuck without movement...
As if sealed,
In concrete!
Hoping God...
Will bestow upon us our desires!
With His understanding...
We are obedient as we sit.
To observe a miracle!
And demanding He delivers it.
Leaving God to wonder what it is,
We wish.
Since He has not seen,
Any evidence of those on their knees...
Applying any elbow grease,
And/or working towards it!
Whatever it is that is wished.
Knowing His creations are here to benefit.
With the aid of His assistance.
And He too waits...
To see who takes the initiative!
And most of us,
He knows.
Just don't get,
This process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus On The Good
Focus On The Good
In a world full of negativity
As seen in everyday news
For you were unable to accept me "as is"
In those six weeks
Can you see through the thick smoke?
Are you that blind by ignorance?
Why is your pride bigger than your body?
Are your judgmental and age discrimination the reasons for your frequent break-ups?
Does it kill you to have compassion?
Is your heart always empty?
Focus On The Good
As you don't know me from an in-depth perspective
For you are not a judge who wears the cloak
You do not have the power to slam the gavel on a sounding block
To make quick complaints without understanding me
I'm a positive spirit
Lively
Care-free
Full of life
An honest portrait
Talented
Compassionate
Focus On The Good
Where your pride will consume you
Open your mind
Stop the judging
As no one is perfect
It shall forever be your loss
For I am a good person
Alive In The World
I want to live in the world, not inside my head
I want to live in the world, I want to stand and be counted
With the hopeful and the willing
With the open and the strong
With the voices in the darkness
Fashioning daylight out of song
And the millions of lovers
Alive in the world
I want to live in the world, not behind some wall
I want to live in the world, where I will hear if another voice should call
To the prisoner inside me
To the captive of my doubt
Who among his fantasies harbors the dream of breaking out
And taking his chances
Alive in the world
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
With its beauty and its cruelty
With its heartbreak and its joy
With it constantly giving birth to life and to forces that destroy
And the infinite power of change
Alive in the world
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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