Puking Into Gutters
Who are these folks?
The ones out of touch,
Who attract with the biggest mouths.
The ones who slid back from skid row...
Who suddenly find themselves with options,
They'd like to 'think' can be browsed.
More are standing on common ground.
Finding they share a rare clarity.
Bums with suits and ties...
Seen puking into gutters,
From their tower falls to the bottom.
Truth upon them has been realized.
Even those they labelled scum...
Refuse their wishes to be sodomized!
Who are these folks?
Drunken into stupors...
Sitting slumped in clumps,
And looking wasted and used.
Wishing to deaden their minds...
From crimes they once dined and wined.
Now they see themselves the chumps.
Punked out by their own...
And dumped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Not Malicious At All
Everything but the truth is accepted.
And 'if' you are blessed,
Knowing what it is...
It is like finding a rare jewel.
Having discovered...
Like a misplaced twenty dollar bill,
It is not malicious at all!
In fact...
Finding it has made you happy.
You may wish your ambitions,
To share this growth process...
One of the most frustrating tasks
You have selected as a challenge!
Either you will be classified as crazed?
Be prepared.
Or...
You will be gossiped,
As doing 'something' illegal...
That has to be investigated!
'Something' scandalous has put a smile on your face.
And small town 'folk' will get to the bottom of it!
If they have to lie to do it!
However...
Those who are protective,
Of their peace of mind...
And truth combined?
May choose to be creative,
By spreading rumors on themselves.
This procedure enhances and controls,
The demographics one wishes to attract.
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Under Pressures
Stuck under pressures...
I have learned,
I should...
Release.
And under pressures...
I have learned,
I must...
See ceased.
I finally realized,
I was my own...
Enemy.
I finally realized,
This was not meant to be!
Not for me.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
Off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
Stuck under pressures...
I have learned,
I should...
Release.
And under pressures...
I have learned,
I must...
See ceased.
I finally realized,
I was my own...
Enemy.
Those demons had to be freed.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And under pressures...
I finally realized,
I was my own...
Enemy.
Those demons had to be freed.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
Off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
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Justification
Sometimes I wish I was dusted.
Under a rug!
And not be dedicated...
To observe those medicated.
I wish to speak my mind,
Most times!
To those who mainline.
To escape from the unkindness,
Shown and many find!
But a growing addiction...
Restricts many to shadows.
Bleeding inside secretly.
Believing no one cares for them.
Their hopes,
Desires or their need to dream.
And 'I' find...
My heart just pounds,
When I see the young folks...
Lying cold on the ground.
And 'I' find...
No reason or rhyme,
Why society leaves these young folks to bleed!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For these sickening times.
Justification,
For these human crimes.
Justification,
For these scenes to blind!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For them left behind.
Nor will I find this,
Justified in these times!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For these sickening times.
Justification,
For these human crimes.
Justification,
For these scenes to blind!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification!
Justification!
Justification,
For them left behind.
Nor will I ever,
Justify these crimes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Is Ever Sure
There are those who seek assistance,
To help them make up their minds.
They want to be sure any decision they make,
Will be approved and be just fine.
These folks wouldn't provoke a roach.
And would make a sandwich for a mouse!
But as a companion with an opinion...
No one is ever sure what comes out of their mouths.
Is it something they believe and think?
Or if it comes from someone else,
Who gave it to them to toss about?
Or did it sit to marinade...
In preparation before it came out!
And some of them call themselves friends.
But who could ever depend on them?
Everything they said would be scutinized and questioned.
And folks like these,
Would find it difficult to put another's mind at ease!
Especially if they are not in their own most of the time!
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged Up and Prescribed Medicated Existences Limited
If folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
People finding slots to lock,
Names and tags on one another...
Have done themselves the injustice.
And grounded, they are, in cemented ignorance.
Trying to find themselves in religions,
Where those 'church' addicted commit most the sins.
Is a programming of the mind that's done.
To have those in need be controlled by someone.
And me,
My life will be loved.
Independently to breathe as it was given to me.
And if another human being wishes to hug me with love,
They will get that received.
Just how it was given to me.
But I do have my preferences.
If you get my drift!
So if folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
I do not spend my time,
With folks seeking to find a hole
To bury their brains including their minds.
Is there anything else folks can do?
Than to entertain their empty lives,
With who screwing and doing 'who'.
This is all so immature and foolish.
I'm going to live my life as the gift it is.
And leave those who are self righteous about theirs,
To their own drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited.
'I bet you can't say that five times fast? '
What? 'drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited'?
You're right!
I had trouble saying it 'that' time and the first as slow as possible.
I am the author.
So...
I don't have to say it at all.
It's written and for that purpose intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cant Ignore The Train
[ music: john lombardo/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Steep is the water tower
Painted off blue to match the sky
Cant ignore the train
Night walks in the valley silent
You could swear the earth just moved
Cant ignore the train
Dust to be kicked up
In the crack faced
Idle sinister town
Screen door to the rail station
Devil in her shoe
Ran along side the wasted tracks
Hem pins darted her calves
Cant ignore the train
One spoiled girl with the tidiest apology
Some how wedged inside her throat
Cant ignore the train
Patience their virtue
But I never could abide by that
Dungeon life with electric light
A clean towel and a basin
Mantle figures mind their place
Laughs where they belong
Through adventure we are not adventuresome
Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror
In a room so beige and cold
Cant ignore the train
Window days saw the children pick their
Street games on thirty afternoons
Molly the boys are
Starting in the rhymic again
Teasing more and more....
The second daughter
How she fell
Young locked in some folks prison
Made to dwell
Til theyre braiding
Her grey hair
Sitting in the wishing chair
Sitting in the wishing chair
Sitting in the wishing chair
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Crossroads
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
Im standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
Therere hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which Ill sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
Im trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
Ill save my soul save myself
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Croassroads
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
Im standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
Therere hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which Ill sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
Im trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to comprimise
I say all you demons go back to hell
Ill save my soul save myself
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Just Not There
Some folks don't and wont get it.
What has been said to them or done.
A thorough and complete programming instilled...
Has been fed and eaten,
By nearly everyone.
What some may see as bleak...
As their false foundations have been shakened,
From beneath their feet.
Others view this as opportunities to dismiss conflicts.
To begin to fix those divisions that have kept folks hiding,
Behind nonsense and their foolishness.
But some folks don't and wont get it.
What has been said to them or done.
A thorough and complete programming instilled...
Has been fed and eaten.
By nearly everyone.
And the ones who have awakened,
With a consciousness prepared.
Are very reluctant to share what is known!
Since a clarity in the eyes of most...
Is just not there!
With a promise it is coming to be shown,
To make an appearance anywhere!
Anytime,
Soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Got My Feet On The Ground
I wanna lot out of life, but I know my limitations
Guess I want a lot of things and got my inclinations
Got my feet on the ground, and Im standing on my own
I dont need no one
I dont need no one
Ive learned a lot out of life, watchin other folks mistakes
Funny things that they can get for finding out too late
I got my feet on the ground, and Im standing on my own
I dont need no one
I dont need no one
Well I dont need nobody else
All I needs a single ticket
When I travel on my own
Not afraid to be alone
I got my feet upon the ground, and Im standing on my own
When I travel far and wide
And looking for a four leaf clover
Dont mind if I cant find it, got no chip upon my shoulder
Got my feet on the ground, and Im standing on my own
I dont need no one
I dont need no one
Well I dont need nobody else
All I needs a single ticket
When I travel on my own
Not afraid to be alone
I got my feet upon the ground, and Im standing on my own
When I travel far and wide
And looking for a four leaf clover
Dont mind if I cant find it, got no chip upon my shoulder
Got my feet on the ground, and Im standing on my own
I dont need no one
I dont need no one
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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Indoctrinated Through Ancestry
They are here in droves...
Those me-me-I-I folks.
The ones who have been told they are attractive.
Those with slave mentalities,
And still trying to please their masters.
And I can not say how many folks there are...
Who are afraid to express too much 'identity'.
For fear they will upset someone else's wishes!
And they know what on me they can kiss!
Anyone who has a mind like this!
I'm not having none of it.
There is an addicted sickness inflicted.
Alive and well.
And profiting the few,
Who have so many messed up in their heads!
The more pretentious the folks...
One can find them driven to play charades,
On all coasts.
Wherever they are found 'coasting' and cruising!
It just seems that way.
Those on escapades and away from their identities.
And ready to please.
As if indoctrinated through ancestry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Why I Stay Away
There is not another excuse you can use...
To allow time to slip away from you.
Or to sit and wait for your happiness to appear.
If you have not done a thing,
To attract it near.
There is not another alibi to utter.
Or mumble in self centeredness...
About what you will do when the time permits.
There is nothing about time,
That is going to sit and wait.
Not for you to decide what decisions to make.
Or question what should take place with others,
In needless time consuming wasteful debates.
Others may say they accept who you are!
I do too!
And that's why I stay away.
No friendship I give,
Will be treated that way.
I don't like to feel,
What I value has been betrayed.
And loyalty...
For me does not need to be defined.
Your campaign for wishes to be understood.
Reeks from an ego that has done you no good.
But you in your stubbornness can not comprehend...
It's not what others have done to you.
But what they have allowed you to do to them.
And it's a shame they still claim you as a friend.
That's why I stay away.
I value what my friends choose to do and say.
And taking folks for granted...
Is not my way.
Nor will I ever find that kind of time...
To let thoughts like that occupy my mind.
I thank God I respect others.
And not of the selfish...
Me...me! I...I,
Kind!
And I don't like my time wasted.
While others make up their minds...
How to use it!
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Workin' Man (Nowhere To Go)
Wishing well, wish me well
on a dream bought with a penny
wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
lonely faces stare from your pool
and I can\'t bear to see a fool tonight
so make it right wishing well
wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
did you know she would go
then why did you hide it
if you knew then I\'d be without her now
you could have let me know somehow
can\'t wish and tell, wishing well
wishing well, cast a spell, send her love\'s sweet emotion
do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If there\'s a chance, I won\'t believe we\'re thru
show me wishes still come true
it\'s up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
It\'s up to you, wishing well
its up to you, wishing well
it\'s up to you, wishing well
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Keeping Conversations Just As Stale As Ever!
When one is comfortable and accustomed,
To doing what one has done and still does...
For as long as that person has been on Earth.
With an identity attached and connected.
It is as natural as the air one breathes.
To expect one to be humbled by a few compliments...
Is like wishing a tree had more flexibility,
When a drunken fool runs into it.
Driving from behind a borrowed car.
The tree saw this coming.
But was not about to bend or move!
And folks keep doing the same thing...
Over and over and over.
As if from the act of it...
New discoveries are made!
And for a few...
Even new discoveries don't teach!
Folks keep doing the same thing...
Over and over and over!
Getting the same results...
And keeping conversations,
Just as stale as ever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing Well
Wishing well, wish me well
On a dream bought with a penny
Wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
Lonely faces stare from your pool
And I cant bear to see a fool tonight
So make it right wishing well
Wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
Did you know she would go
Then why did you hide it
If you knew then Id be without her now
You could have let me know somehow
Cant wish and tell, wishing well
Wishing well, cast a spell, send her loves sweet emotion
Do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If theres a chance, I wont believe were thru
Show me wishes still come true
Its up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
[x2]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Age Spots and Lips That Droop
Psychotic are their problems.
Big and small ones hidden over time.
They did not have to keep them wrapped up.
They chose to medicate them,
With named brand solutions.
Given in geriatric presciptions.
With doses afforded,
And hopefully generically produced.
Or over the counter cheap solutions,
To ease symptoms of a process
Nurtured in their minds.
And these are the same folks,
Who worked to enjoy their retirements?
And I have enjoyed my life...
Knowing that when God said it was over,
That's when I would retire from it!
Not sit and rock away my time.
Of course I have been labelled crazed.
And I will never receive a gold watch,
For being that great and loyal employee.
Nor will a dime I thought was coming back to me,
In a pension plan...
Be lost or confiscated by a company drained by crooks,
Do I have to worry about.
However...
That would piss me off.
To work for the same folks for fifty or more years...
And not have a thing to show for it,
But age spots and lips that droop?
Stiffened joints and wrinkled skin?
The life from those kinds of folks,
Has been sucked from them to the marrow.
And here I am getting compliments,
For a firm behind.
And all this time,
I was working to have broad shoulders!
I have no complaints at all.
God continues to do me right!
I wake up each day with very little in my pockets.
And I feel like millions.
I go outside and see those with a few dollars...
And they would scare folks to death.
I've seen mummies in museums,
Wrapped and encased look better.
And these are the same folks,
Who worked to enjoy their retirements?
In what way...
I wonder?
Halloween only comes around once a year!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Is Not Stressed
Whatever was done,
Had been demeaned and declared as easy.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
Simple were his deeds considered.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
And criticized for his desires,
To obtained success.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
But that was yesterday!
Today...
He is not stressed at all!
Nor overly protective,
Of an investment,
Others made at a loss in pretentiousness.
And again he finds himself,
Blessed to be ahead of the rest!
And sharing a happiness...
For him that has been cost effective!
And those folks back 'then'...
In 'those days' they could not leave,
Are still there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opening Joke
If I wanted to please everyone...
I'd tell them how fantastic and beautiful they are.
You know...
That stuff folks expect to hear.
Especially out in public.
But geeeesssshhh...
Glancing at this crowd...
I know I have to be honest.
Since I expect most of them,
Would be hearing it for the first time.
And I can see there are lots of folks been lied to...
Sittin' up in here!
You got another pair of sunshades?
And even more would think my honesty,
To be controversial, direct and humorless.
Delivered from the embittered lips,
Of a black man fighting back his anger.
How did truth and honesty,
Become associated with bitterness in the first place?
They get enough amusement anyway.
Some of that stuff that goes on today is so hysterical...
It goes on unacknowledged.
Don't worry!
I've come prepared with an opening joke about economics.
That should rivet them to their seats!
Especially the ones sitting in the front taking notes...
Accustomed to being in seminars.
'Folks...
The topic this evening will be,
'How to Barter and Ghettomize My Pretensions'
Some of you taking notes,
Will find the subject matter rewarding.
IF you already know how to boogey and 'git' down! '
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