Returning Back To Basics
How can anyone surrounded by decadence,
Be expected to be innocent of anything?
And how old can one's pretentions get,
Before they too begin to smell like curbed garbage?
Especially when fresh resolutions have just been made,
By those insisting they are going to simplify their lives...
With a returning back to basics.
As soon as those 'basics' are decided to identify.
And they don't interfere with things chosen that are liked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delusions Of Grandeur
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice, you've got to cease
This fin-de-siecle pretence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In consequence
I cannot recommend
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
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A Visitor Amongst The Unconscious
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
Yes...
That is exactly what it is I do.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are all over the place!
Like...
Denial.
Decadence.
Thoughtle ssness and disrespect.
'Hey buddy?
Yeah you.
Watch your step!
There is a child in diapers,
Following you.
Don't you hear him calling you 'daddy' too? '
I marvel at the way,
Folks skip with a leap over reality.
To embrace with a welcoming,
Any sign of deceit that is greeted warmly.
With an ignoring of those hungry and homeless,
Surrounding them on the streets.
As if this pasttime entertains,
To become remembered as a bitterness...
Eventually endeared as sweet.
And pretend,
Most do...
As if this is part of the scenery.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are as common as pigeons.
Or garbage on the streets...
People accept as signs of affection!
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
That is exactly what it is I do.
And feeling very much...
A visitor amongst the unconscious.
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Inappropriately Touched
Insisting the children of today,
Have innocent minds that should be protected.
Is likened to insisting,
Pride in oneself and family values...
Have not become dysfunctions.
When a marketing of decadence...
Is overwhelmingly done for sport and profit.
There are few children today,
Unaware of how their minds...
Have been inappropriately touched.
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Something Experienced
How can some live their entire lives,
Without the seeking of fresh expressions?
Or to open a gate,
And walk away from a locked box.
Some...
When they dare,
Do step away.
Returning to that locked box,
To open the windows but not to stare.
But find themselves surrounded,
By something experienced...
That brightened up the atmosphere,
They decided to bring along to invite inside.
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Decadence
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice
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Too Impatient to Explain the Basics
To those who say,
They have no time to utilize...
That which provides a convenience in their lives.
Are finding a way to say,
They are too lazy to updat their minds.
Will eventually discover they have been left behind,
By those too impatient to explain the basics.
Keep up the pace,
That's all it takes.
And those little things people hold in their hands.
What are they called again?
You know...
Those little things folks hold to their ears,
And talk?
I recently saw that as I walked.
'Cellphones? ? ? '
Wow!
What progress.
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Dinner With Bonnie
the innocence is gone
we were trying to capture it once again
like a tiny bird
but we give up
we have learned to accept
the past
the brokenness of the spirit that it
handed
we drink some more of that light beer
and then we begin to lose
what we keep on hiding and thinking
somehow we promise we must keep
on moving on with our lives
no denial
all acceptances of those still closed
windows that we
tomorrow must open
time is short and it shrinks us
but no matter how small we have become
we are still what we were once
yes, the basics of what we are
still undefeated
and indefatigable....
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It all comes back to the basics. Serve customers the best-tasting food at a good value in a clean, comfortable restaurant, and they'll keep coming back.
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Simplifying Life
back to the basics now
when it is hard soften it
when is dry
wet it
when it is too hot
wait
when it is bland
put a little salt
or a pinch of sugar
if you want it a little bit sweet
or sour
then use a little vinegar
or
add some drops of lemon
a cube of seasoning
or to appease the tongue
put the black pepper
or the chili sauce
when things are frozen
thaw it
it is just like life
when things get rough
my dear
be tough
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Warm Machine
I memorize the basics
Making strange faces
There's a thousand miles to go
Without blinking
Gravitate spacewards
Find a home for the head
From my basement
No darkness ever left
This is the night
This is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Some days are playful
Making play faces
But we will not let it through
The darkness and the sense
Or being born to lose
This is the night
This is the sound
Her comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
This is the life
This is the sound
Here comes a warm machine
Such a warm machine
If I never know we can only feel
I'll take the help
I'll take a slice
Warm alright now
Cos I feel alright
I memorize the basics
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back To Basics
You may think these words presumption
“U.S. economy is based on consumption”
Perhaps its time to curtail botox & lasiks
Come to our senses, “Go back to basics'
ROTMS
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Love Thee Thou-est The Enjoyment Of The Basics
I am not surprised at all to hear,
That those who tricked, deceived and lied
Now cry a dropping of false crocodile tears.
I don't pretend I care for them.
Those who faked a loyalty,
To see who they could leave behind.
As the dust kicked up with a blowing of wind.
I am not surprised,
From a rise these people begin to fall.
Nor do I hold inside their slide to the ground,
Pleases me.
It doesn't.
I've learned too many lessons,
About the ups and downs.
And the goings and the comings around of things.
I send no evil to hear it speaking back to me.
However...
I am feeling relieved and blessed I do not owe,
For pretentions that keep me indebted.
To an extravagant lifestyle credited,
As I cry my eyes out in a home that has a ballooning mortgage.
With a paying out of funds and overdue fees,
On property that has been devalued.
To make fleas a priceless commodity.
And on top of that.
The taxes paid to live like that are much too high.
To leave me weeping for the rest of my life?
You see these beans and this can opener?
And the smile I have on my face is not faked.
Lesson 101.
Love Thee Thou-est The Enjoyment Of The Basics
And you asked me if their slide to the ground pleases me?
Are you kidding?
No traps like that have I ever envied at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocent World
I used to live in an innocent world
I had a car and a pretty blond girlfriend
We was too young to know what we were doing
And anyway I was just fooling around
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
There aint no reason to tell no lie
When youre young and youve got a lot of pie
Now I slink around like a killer
The things they say are just a lot of filler
In my mind, in my mind
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Running, laughing in the sun
And always having lots of fun
Smoking dope and just being young
In my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
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Ever Green Resolutions
I take many resolutions and hatch them for eternity
Like millions have done from the time immemorial
Across Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia
And beyond the Atlantic.
I dream about the chicks
Which are never born
And my resolutions hatched for ever
Turn out to be ever green!
My resolutions cry for action
Sometimes they call for 'some action'.
But I throw a mischevious smile
And ask them to learn their history.
I can quote the glory of
Many a resolution never acted upon.
That of a man who decided to be a social animal and
That of a woman who promised to be behind him.
Those resolutions were hatched for ever
Their chicks have never been born.
A spirit surges from within me
And I bury my face in my ever green resolutions.
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Last Night I Preached
as usual
we are chatting
busy and
cramming for words
there is lucy
worrying about the next money to pay her mortgage of the house
there is manny
asking where to find a money lender to pay for his tuition
there is polly
worried about her husband's worsening kidney trouble
there is precy
asking if she can file an annulment
advices, resolutions, analyzing pros and cons,
and the consequences
like a radio program for the lost and the ignorant
i feel like i am a radio announcer somehow
yet everything went alright till the end of the night
then someone asks for a poem
to make him sleep
for he had not slept for days
and i preached: some things are meant only to be felt
no analysis, no logical explanations, no synthesizing,
some things are meant only to be seen
no words are useful to situations where the tapping of the shoulder
and the hugs and embrace can speak the most
comforts and understanding, all these are matters of the heart
the wars within with which words and even syllables become useless
i told him: breathe, breathe, breathe some more
breathe deeply and feel the expansion of your lungs with fresh air
back to the basics, the only way to live is to breathe
and the only way for one to sleep is to lay down in bed and then close
your eyes and then tell the world that now it is time for you to be excused.
yes last night i preached, and then i too closed my eyes and took my
much needed sleep.
life is simple. it is us. We complicate it. And then life has become unfair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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