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A life that blooms
From gloomy outlooks
Devised on despair!
One who adopts to top
Another's bliss from places unknown
Can only expose an ignorance driven.
Riding on rebuttals
And sustaining an ego slighted.
That delights one done with fits,
Exchanged by those who get no 'tats'
For their 'tits'!
Or attention not forthcoming
From one who cares less,
Who does their best to rate this...
Shallowness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can I Get a Witness?
If people are not reading...
That does not mean,
A comprehension is not welcomed.
If they are not feeding,
From beliefs...
They too are qualified,
To allow thinking to be done!
And as this ignorance is toasted and spread...
By some who are fed,
They can only achieve by keeping suppression,
Dealt to those oppressed instead.
A lowered standard of life...
Lowers below that of a flower bed.
And an acceptance only blooms,
A stench to climb like vines on fences.
Getting the attention,
Of hard thickened heads!
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.
When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.
And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss...
They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Let us sway with the rhythm.
In dimmed lighting, please.
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish! '
That's right...
Lower the lights.
'When they perceive,
Themselves as kings and queens.'
Pass the crumbs to those humming.
'When they become,
Stung by all their madness.'
Can I get a witness?
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dance: Ten Looks: Three
(marvin hamlisch/ed kleban)
It was then I decided to call the doctor
For my appointment to buy what?
Tits and ass, shall I buy a fancy pair?
Tightened up that derriere
Did the nose with it, all that goes with it
Tits and ass, you can knock and someones there
Shake the new maracas and youre fine
Tits and ass, can change your life
Would they change mine
Wouldnt cost a fortune, neither
Wouldnt hurt my sex life either
Its a gas, I have never seen a pair
Chorus girl or movie star or wife
Tits and ass, oh yeah, t and a
Tits and ass can change your life
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Doing What It Takes To Feel One's Best
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do...
To get the attention.
Misconceptions about that are taught to those,
To leave them feeling insecure to be left exposed.
And psychologically dependent on others.
Those who are seeking the attention,
Are the ones making the excuses...
For everything done they do,
To avoid doing that which they should.
Fearing then no one would notice them at all.
And for them to be noticed is what is sought.
Leave them alone to figure themselves out,
And they wouldn't know what to do 'with' clues.
Especially if no one is there to listen,
To their opinions given or their version of life...
Yet for them to live.
But they'll try to convince others they know about.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do to get the attention.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is something one does to comprehend.
And many not comprehending,
Can also be viewed amongst those refusing to listen.
Only a life lived to be one's best,
Is often a life lived making fewer excuses.
With less complaints heard,
To create and produce to seduce someone else...
For whatever the reason found around,
To digest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With 'Presumptions' Used
One's enjoyment to do what one does,
May be easy for others to critique...
As if this authority to do this,
Had to them been given using limited skills...
Believed by them to be an appropriate 'technique'.
And how that is done,
From a point of view to rate the unknown...
Should be a blaffling position to take.
By anyone who does not initiate,
What is felt to be created within someone else.
But...
To rate one does by another to do,
And is based upon their preferences pursued.
With 'presumptions' used as the best approach,
To get the soaking up of their unsolicited attention given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse to Be Driven to Fits
Grab your destiny.
Prepare to mix a recipe...
With a freeing breeze.
And-don't-let-go.
Know you've got the key.
To fulfill your every need.
Choose your life to be...
One-that-flows.
You alone can plant your crop with joy.
If you want it.
And get on it.
You alone can stop that which annoys.
By distractions coming to sit...
To make you bite your lower lip.
Grab your destiny.
Prepare to mix a recipe...
With a freeing breeze.
And-don't-let-go.
Know you've got the key.
To fulfill your every need.
If you want it.
Just get on it.
Refuse to be driven to fits.
Know you're tired of this and quit.
If you want it.
Just get on it.
Refuse to be driven to fits.
Know you're tired of this and quit.
If you want it.
Just get on it.
You alone can plant your crop with joy.
You alone can stop that which annoys.
If you want it.
Just get on it.
And...
Refuse to be driven to fits.
Know you're tired of this and quit.
If you want it.
Just get on it.
And...
Refuse to be driven to fits.
Know you're tired of this and quit.
If you want it.
Just get on it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conceit
Conceit,
And the explicit unconsciousness of it.
Is not noticed by those seeking adulation.
They are on the scene,
To ensure others are aware of their presence.
And if a bullhorn used is not effective...
Methods to gain attention by insults expressed,
Is the only way they can leave long lasting impressions.
Even though nothing else is left addressed.
Like something valued with substance to profess.
But nothing from their lips,
Probes below a shallowness to expose that kind of 'depth'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fools paradise
But its my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves
But its my turn to drive
Driven in --- driven to the edge
Driven out --- on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off --- by things Ive never seen
Driven on --- by the road to somewhere Ive never been
Its my turn to drive
The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on
song performed by by Rush
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Original sin
An heinous treachery devised by man
The mischievous generation immoral machine
Fabricated by the first settler in ignorance and greed
A machine that has reinvented itself at an alarming rate
It has over time became an illegal prerequisite to visit planet earth
It has conquered Its inventors and dominated their intentions
The seed of Adam forever enslaved to Adam's brainchild
Evil is driving while my poor soul is being hauled along.
poem by Olawale Ogunrinola
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Big Tits Chatted Up To Produce Bigger Tats
I remember once walking around,
As a child with an unchanged diaper.
I remember also getting low grades,
In math at an elementary school.
And geography and history,
I thought then to be a waste of my time.
It wasn't 'cool' for me in those days.
Do these revelations disqualify me,
To run for public office?
Or will my experimenting,
With various sexual preferences admitted...
Screw my abilities,
With big tits...
Chatted up to produce bigger tats.
'What's the matter with you? '
~I thought you were going somewhere else with that.~
'Oh?
And...
Where did you think or 'hope' that I would go? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Death Papers.... (Part Three)
one single unidentified
dropp of water in a unnamed ocean...
reflecting both light and darkness,
driven by the tides to lap
at the shore of the unknown.
singular, but not seperate,
sustaining life without thought...
the slave of gravity's intensity.
do i dare stop to shout:
'i am the ocean, i am the tide! '
or is my voice the echo of voices,
merely primordial passion,
and infinite part?
weep not for me!
the casket is not my home.
it merely holds the tears
of your grasping!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Quickens Its Own Demise
A shallowness connected,
And shared with limited mentalities...
Quickens its own demise.
This is not shown,
Until a visitor from the unknown is made.
And only then does an end,
To sophisticated ignorance shown...
Saves others from demons,
Hiding from the innocent in darkness!
In an overblown self induced superiority.
Where a slick wickedness is practiced and condoned!
And they undo themselves with an honorable skill.
And when revealed...
Squeal like children discovered doing evil deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fortune Seller
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
Take hold of the answer
Give life to the dreams you were foretold
Looking into the future
Trace the steps into the great unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Unknown
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Take hold of your chances
Defy all of the odds that have been made
Making evey movement count
We step toward a golden age
You know
Only you know
Only you know
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody will know
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Giving into the power
Giving into the magic of the ride
Using imagination
We take a step into the other side
Fortune
Teller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
1-800
song performed by by Yes
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Fortune Seller
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
Take hold of the answer
Give life to the dreams you were foretold
Looking into the future
Trace the steps into the great unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Unknown
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Take hold of your chances
Defy all of the odds that have been made
Making evey movement count
We step toward a golden age
You know
Only you know
Only you know
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody will know
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Giving into the power
Giving into the magic of the ride
Using imagination
We take a step into the other side
Fortune
Teller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
1-800
song performed by by Yes
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Ignorance
‘Ignorance is bliss'
Ignorance is the hiss
Underneath the anticipation
Sprawled in your inebriation
It is the dagger pierced
In every chest it kissed
Ignorance is
The antithesis.
poem by Norman Santos
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Is Ignorance Really Bliss
Godly Knowledge is rare today, as we're told that ignorance is bliss,
Take a look into some of the faces that you simply just can't miss.
As you look in their eyes, is there an inner peace and joy displayed,
Or do you see an unsettled darkness that almost appears engraved?
Your eyes The Lord had said are the windows to the soul, to see,
A little tiny glimpse my friend, of what kind of person they may be.
If his eyes are bad, The Lord said, his body is filled with darkness,
If this is so, I can assure you now that he is not filled with bliss.
If his eyes are good, again He said, his body is filled with light,
Therefore friend, I can assure you that he's on a path that's right.
Now that we are Children of God we no longer belong to the night,
For when we became Born Again we truly received new sight.
This new sight we receive brings a true understanding of our Lord,
He is the only one you see, who should not and will not be ignored.
To continue to willfully ignore The Lord's awesome revelation,
Will bring you not a life of bliss, but also eternal condemnation.
So ignorance my friend, is definitely not the path for you to take,
For those who do are the only people that He will eternally forsake.
So knowledge of The Lord, not ignorance, is the key to the only door,
To a life of bliss with The Savior down here, and life forevermore.
(Copyright © 04/2002)
Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If With Truth It Bites
Experiences.
Come to sit within.
What one does with them,
Depends upon the stripping that begins.
To remove that which one knows is untrue.
Deceit for them is not accepted or quickly served.
Experiences can not be exchanged,
For refreshened outlooks to eliminate...
What has been gained.
And perhaps that is the reason,
Those with experience...
Maintain and sustain a growing wisdom.
Many fail to solicit if with truth it bites!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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