Proud to be Lowlife
Slick and quick to cover their tracks.
But not wise enough,
To silence their bragging.
They boast of their undermining efforts.
And proud,
To be lowlife!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Dead
Stop!
Stop!
Stop dead,
Stop stop stop stop stop stop
I pulled up at a west end junction (seeker of attention)
A full body kit and bass bins pumping (size up competition)
Come on red light, get into green,
I hit the brake, I must be dreaming..
Im stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Got to fix on you.
Dont wanna loose you, from my sight
Where ya going to?
Gotta know now..
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Got to fix on you.
Dont wanna loose, you from my sight
Where ya going to?
Oh-oh-oh
Ive got my eyes on the action (killer reputation)
Heat crazed in full satisfaction (become a phaser? )
Do what you do and do it to me,
Body in motion, now you see me
(chorus)
Gotta know know.. stop!
Come on now, come on now
Come on now, come on now
Wise up to remain young victim (come on, ways of attraction)
A full scale attack on the system (come on, no one visor? )
Do what you do and do it to me,
Im into red line territory
And im..
(chorus)
Stop!, dead in my tracks again,
Im stop dead in my tracks
Stop!, in my tracks (yeah)
Im stop dead in my tracks
(oh-oh) gotta know know..
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
Stop! (stop), dead! (dead), in my tracks (in my tracks)
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXVI: Cover
We cover bitterness with satyr
We cover sadness with smile
We cover happiness with tears
We cover pride with stubbornness
We cover anger with jokes
We cover grudge with loyalty
We cover love with play
We cover lust with generosity
We cover sorrow with toughness
We cover ambition with hard work
We cover hope with pessimism
We cover fear with deniable
We cover dream with horror
We cover shame with sarcasm
We cover lone with rebellion
We cover clueless with boasting
We cover ignorance with invisibility
We cover truth with shadow
We cover trouble with distraction
We cover envy with humiliation
We cover lie with innocence
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Bragging Modesty
Why boast modesty? Wasn't handpicked
Bragging seems silly, when was obligation strict.
Posing wise on patterns borrowed by others
Followed a code & custom, or advise by mothers.
Justifying tartness, when Grapes felt sour
Choice will be different, when given some power.
Sour now bad and 'the grapes weren't mine'
Go with flock, is their new punch line.
Decency is out; it's Vanity that's in
Advance WE are, hold up the chin.
(Dear) Modesty is a virtue but its flaunting isn't smart
Simple or Not, be honest with all heart.
poem by Samima Shah
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Desert Rats
Desert rats
Take cover in the heat,
They know what to toss
And what to keep -
They skillfully hide under big sombreros
And down lots of water,
They've learned well when to sit, and when to quit,
When to stay, and when to scatter -
The desert calls them
Right to the edge of existence;
But, too wise are they, any foolish games to play,
For in the desert they have found the art of survival is patience -
Listen close my friends for the divine desert to call you...
By all means, come and see,
But, with eyes wide open tread slowly
Following the tracks of wise old desert rats...
Just like me.
(this is for my pal Juan O. A fellow 'desert rat'!)
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Tracks We Leave Behind
In a hundred years from now
when we are not around,
I wonder if we’ll be remembered
for the tracks we leave behind,
our legacy for our short time here.
Will our meagre efforts
be rewarded with immortal fame
or will they be extinguished
like the candles flame?
We can only live in hope.
One day in the distant future
will a student over our work ponder
of how our life was reflected
in the tracks we leave behind
and the confusion we sometimes feel.
Let’s hope that future student
sees all our love within
the words we carefully chose
to represent our life
in the tracks we leave behind.
10 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Silence
When expression fails
Silence speaks
When words create din
Silence is bliss
While wise speaks
I listen and learn
When fools quarrel
I remain silent
To avoid risk
Of breaking peace,
My silence is
Full of wisdom
For the wise
I speak only
When words are
More valuable than silence.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Make Up
Your face when sleeping is sublime
And then you open up your eyes
Then comes pancake factor number one
Eyeliner rose hips and lips gloss are such fun
Youre a slick little girl
Youre a slick little girl
Rouge and coloring incense and ice
Perfume and kisses oooo its all so nice
Youre a slick little girl
Youre a slick little girl
Now were comin out
Out of our closets
Out on the streets
Yeah, were comin out
When youre in bed its so wonderful
Itd be so nice to fall in love
When you get dressed I really get my fill
People say that its impossible
Gowns lovely made out of lace
And all the things that you do to your face
Youre a slick little girl
Oh, youre a slick little girl
Eyeliner, whitener, then color the eyes
Yellow and green oh what a surprise
Youre a slick little girl
Oh, youre such a slick little girl
Now were comin out
Out of our closets
Out on the streets
Yes, were comin out
Yeah, were comin out
Yeah, were comin out
song performed by by Lou Reed
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A Gift Given By A Friend With Benefits
Those of intelligence,
Are rarely self obsessed with it.
It is something possessed,
Not to boast about to impress.
Or can they be discovered,
In confession professing this.
But those acknowledging others,
Who are declared to be wise...
Seem always there ready to test,
With a quick display of their best ignorance.
And...
Successful they are in the doing to convince,
Just how valued for them a keeping of ignorance is.
As if it is a gift given by a friend with benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon The Silent, Lonely Hill
Many sleepless nights I spent
Upon the silent, lonely hill.
An invitation for others to join,
But I was the only one who went.
Silence is golden,
Especially in a crowd.
But having no one to share the silence with,
Cannot possibly make a man proud.
Silence among the trees,
Silence among the lakes.
And only by distraction silence breaks.
But overall,
Silence is desolate.
And bitter to the end.
poem by Preston Simmons
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Efforts
I'll not make
Any special
Efforts to
Please you
If you get
Pleased by my
Usual efforts
I'll thank my luck
If my efforts
Displease you
I'll say
Hard Luck
And wish you
‘Better Luck'
With someone else's
Efforts
Though I know
You'll not go
Anywhere
And still
Cling to me,
Expecting me
To please you
With more
Concerted efforts
As if your pleasure
Has always depended
On my special efforts!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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How Unappropriate
Chasing mediocrity,
To seek an approval...
Is to deny one's best efforts.
Just because there is a variety of sleaze,
Presented in acceptable decadence...
Does not mean quality is not appreciated.
It just appears that everyone seeks mediocrity.
And those who desire an occasional taste of lowlife,
Do not necessarily welcome this in their homes.
They are the first to announce how unappropriate this is!
And what should be done to monitor such behavior.
As ideas to create new employment situations for themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Done With A Doing Of It
Usually when something is desired and sought,
There is an ambition ignited that unmistakably pursues...
What is wished by the one hoping to accomplish it.
It would be difficult for anyone to attempt to convince,
They have a passion and drive that thrives inside of them...
If they are only seen publicly bragging about their efforts.
To do with a doing,
Is usually a method most use...
To get what it is that is wished,
Done with a doing of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At The End Then What?
this is what our tracks
on the road are asking
and so does every
step along the shores of
time: then what?
will it be justified?
will the reasons of reasons be enough?
this is just my body
and my mind
in that basket the ripe fruits are missing
the tracks cover themselves
and every step is finally erased
you ask: then what?
i return it with nothing
no, not even a smile
since i turn my back and then
proceed to another journey.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ego
All the Ego
He had built
Over the years
By demeaning others
Decimating others
Silencing others -
Undermining others
Negating them
Forgetting them
Overriding them
Overtaking them
All that Ego
Of his hard-hitting
Efforts…
Got destroyed
In a jiffy -
When the earth
Attacked him
Jolted him -
Oscillated him
By shaking him
Violently with its
Mighty tremors -
Plunging him down
Into dungeons of
Mortality.
Being blown away
Like a feather
He remained -
A mute spectator
To the earthquake's
Egotistic cruelty…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Enemy Tracks (Quatern)
There are many tracks on the ground,
enemies could be anywhere,
the spoor does the tracker astound,
he looks carefully here and there.
To me the tracks look all the same,
there are many tracks on the ground,
I do not know from where they came,
how enemies are to be found.
To the tracker it is renowned,
the way that it is set, its line
there are many tracks on the ground,
to me looking almost as mine.
We drink water under a tree
find a booby trap tightly bound
that almost is disposing me,
there are many tracks on the ground.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Quick
Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.
Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.
Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Superfly Slick
... Big Boy Showing Of All Around The City...... Still The Same For Such A
Suite...... Thinking You're So Bad...... Hustlin' Girls, Handy Phone, Acting Like Your
Busy...... Baby Let Me Tell You, You're The Worst I Ever Had...
[Robot Voice:]
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
[Robot Voice:]
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
... Highbrow Attitude, Really Don't Impress Me...
... I Know Where You're Coming From...
... See Right Through Your Game...
... Luxury Overdose Won't Make You Possess Me...
... Baby Let Me Tell You, In The End It's All The Same...
... Don't Think I'm Crying And Trying To Get
You Out Of My Heart...
... No Need Denying That You Have Been Lying
Right From The Start...
... I Thought This Love Would Take Us To The
Heights Of Sensuality...
... But Now I Know That You're Not Even Half
The Man You Said You'd Be...
... Don't Think I'm Crying And Trying To Get
You Out Of My Heart...
... No Need Denying That You Have Been Lying
Right From The Start...
... I Thought This Love Would Take Us To The
Heights Of Sensuality...
... But Now I Know That You're Not Even Half
The Man You Said You'd Be...
[Robot Voice:]
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
[Robot Voice:]
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
... Superfly Superfly...
... Superfly Slick Dick...
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Vengaboys
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Superfly Slick Dick
Kim:
Big Boy Showing Of All Around The City
Still The Same For Such A Suite
Thinking You're So Bad
Hustlin' Girls, Handy Phone, Acting Like Your Busy
Baby Let Me Tell You, You're The Worst I Ever Had
Robot Voice:
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick
Robot Voice:
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick
Kim:
Highbrow Attitude, Really Don't Impress Me
I Know Where You're Coming From
See Right Through Your Game
Luxury Overdose Won't Make You Possess Me
Baby Let Me Tell You, In The End It's All The Same
Kim:
Don't Think I'm Crying
And Trying To Get You Out Of My Heart
No Need Denying That You Have Been Lying
Right From The Start
I Thought This Love
Would Take Us To The Heights Of Sensuality
But Now I Know
That You're Not Even Half The Man You Said You'd
Be
Kim:
Don't Think I'm Crying And Trying
To Get You Out Of My Heart
No Need Denying That You Have Been Lying
Right From The Start
I Thought This Love Would Take Us
To The Heights Of Sensuality
But Now I Know That
You're Not Even Half The Man You Said You'd
Be
Robot Voice:
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick
Robot Voice:
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick
Superfly Superfly
Superfly Slick Dick...
song performed by by Vengaboys
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Thr Railroad Tracks
Who lived across the railroad tracks?
A few of us whites, but mostly blacks.
These railroad tracks without even knowing
separated my town and kept it growing
into a segregated place.
I used to listen for the sound of the train.
As it rolled on by, it would never remain.
It just kept rolling to where it was going.
The engineer waved. The smoke kept blowing
into a segregated place.
Even when the trains stopped the rolling
the tracks will still there.They were controlling
the thinking of the people in our town.
So they kept the tracks there, never tore them down
in our segregated place.
Some were on the right side of the tracks, you see.
Some were on the wrong side of the tracks, like me.
They never took the tracks down from 60 years ago.
And the town I grew up in doesn't want to know
it's a segregated place.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Strong efforts may be made to deny the place, to silence the authentic, but the spirit of things will break through that silence.
quote by John Haynes
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