Running Around Loose
People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been others who have treated them...
With offending indifference.
And have done this to them,
For no apparent reason...
As their telling of this story begins.
Upon hearing this,
One should take two steps backward right away.
But these sympathy soliciting conversations,
Can be difficult to detect...
When a professional is in action.
They know just what to say.
These same people...
Seem to have no excuses to make,
Or alibis to offer...
When they are caught in the midst,
Of trying to sell new versions of their lies...
To anyone who had missed the originals.
But had forgotten who they were told to...
With a re-telling to include omitted names,
And what they did that was found to be horrific.
People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been those who have treated them...
With offending indifference.
And have done this to them,
For no apparent reason...
Can be directly associated with,
Why there are so many mentally sick folks...
Running around loose yet appearing totally sane.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Videotaped and Seen
Why do those caught in the telling,
Of outrageous lies...
Still try to protect themselves,
By the telling of bigger lies?
The jaw dropping creative kind.
And then...
Deceive others by belittling a friend,
To include in this charade.
By announcing themselves innocent,
And a victim of misdeeds that 'friend' had made.
People today can be videotaped AND fingerprinted.
And seen in action in pictures taken...
To contradict their fables told over and over!
And still they will declare themselves,
Free of any involvement or acknowledgement...
Or what had provoked them to the telling,
Of someone...
With no reason at all,
Had chosen them to unleash an anger!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Can Learn a Few Lessons So Can You
You did not ruin my life,
By proving to me you can ruin yours.
Nor do you get from me any sympathy.
My empathy years ago you ignored.
And I have no desire to explore your destitution.
Or offer solutions with advice.
Why? And for what reasons?
Hmmm?
Remember you once told me I was 'nuthin'?
While you strolled passed me wearing spit shined shoes.
And smelling nice.
Like the atmosphere was cologned?
And sporting the latest fashions...
As you supported materialism as your way of life.
And you satisfied that appetite very well.
I remember you then and saying with laughter...
'People like you aren't worth the time spent in hell! '
And look at you now...
Trying to convince me of that!
You did not ruin my life,
By proving to me you can ruin yours.
Nor do you get from me any sympathy.
Not the way you applied your indignities,
At the expense of my integrity.
My empathy years ago you ignored.
And I have no desire to explore your destitution.
Or offer solutions with advice.
You caught me in a bad mood.
And I am not about to mask it to play nice!
No!
Don't try attempts to leech,
Upon my good graces.
If I can learn a few lessons,
So can you!
And you look as if you are learning one right now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Listen/ listen
Don't listen when they tell you that you can't be somebody well known someday
Don't listen
to the stupid remarks people say
Don't listen
when people spread rumors.
Listen
when people give you advise
Listen
when they try to bring you spirit high
Listen
because they always try to help you.
Don't listen
to the people who try to get you high
Don't listen
to the people who lie
Don't listen
to the people who tell you that your ugly.
Listen
to the people who make you smile
Listen
to the people and get to know them for a while
Listen
to the people for you may learn something everyday.
poem by Leticia Starkey
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The Young New Mexican Puppeteer
In a town near albequerqe
Lived a most concerned young boy
He said lately I have noticed
Folks dont live with peace and joy
With frowns and worry on their faces
Theyre lost and dont know where to go
He said Ill get the people straightened
By putting on a puppet show
The young new mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe theyd listen to
A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young new mexican puppeteer
First he carved out young abe lincoln
Abe will teach em civil rights
Then a king named martin luther
So theyd recall his peacefull fight
Old mark twain, his wit and wisdom
Will surely show them life is fun
But he smiled with satisfaction
When the prince of peace was done
The young new mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe theyd listen to
A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young new mexican puppeteer
Now his puppet shows were clever
And he made the people laugh
When he got across the message
To walk along lifes open path
They built him his own puppet theatre
Decked out with spotlights yellow and red
And then they wrote him up in all the papers
And this is what the story said
It said...
The young new mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe they would listen to
A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young new mexican puppeteer
[repeat]
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Fantasies Oversold When Told
Fantasies oversold when told,
Have a tendency to be difficult to re-tell...
With bits and pieces of truth injected.
A clinching to them begins.
And people become offended...
When storylines being changed,
Affect what they accept...
Has been 'common' sense.
Or different versions of them...
Are suddenly making appearances,
To convince.
Fantasies oversold when told,
Start to crack foundations...
That are molded in isolation.
And divisions of faith,
Begin with to subdivide.
And people are afraid to call fantasies lies.
The marketing of them has been too fantastic.
The ridding of them would be too drastic.
And minds confused will seek higher doses...
Of an assortment of medications once illegal,
Now obtain in beverages that attract children...
Quick to be addict to products with cute names.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Best Conversations
Hearing people complain,
Reminds me of a child...
Who has been told to be patient.
But couldn't.
And did their spoiled routines,
To be seen in public.
'Someone should have whacked him,
Or her on the ass.
But that time has passed.'
Those, of course, are my thoughts.
Kept to myself.
And after learning personally,
That patience with sacrifice...
And the doing of those things,
That were right for me...
Pays in the delivery,
Of unbelievable blessings...
My patience has become short,
With people whining all the time.
It seems my best conversations,
Have been with people...
I discovered had aches and pains,
And at no time with me did they mention them.
Or did they give me a reason to suspect it.
Until I noticed a slight limp when we shared smiles,
To then walk away.
It's still amazes me how many things I find to do,
The moment I hear others begin to make excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Like This Will And Can Victimize
If someone believes,
They can do as they please...
Including be disrespectful,
With a negligence?
And others they have known,
'Had' accepted them for this?
But the more this is shown,
Many have grown tired of it!
And from them have flown away.
If you know anyone who fits,
This appropriate description...
Split or they will make you sick.
Especially when you get caught up in,
This web that begins to spin.
No need to get upset by them...
Those people who believe,
They can do as they please.
However...
Know them to be usually the youngest born,
If not the only child.
And the signs of who they are...
Are not easily detected.
They are generally protected,
By exaggerations embellished...
With their time spent practicing delusions.
Instead of attaching their minds to truth.
But...
When they do become 'suspected',
By a pattern that is set...
Do not around them stay!
They will convince others you are out of 'your' mind,
For descovering something to be wrong with them.
And...
This will happen!
Since people like this will and can victimize.
With gentle voices and innocent eyes.
Like a deceiving child trapped in an adult body!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty Now
you are telling me that what i did was so hurting
it was you who was bombarding me with a hundred words
per minute
as i was
sitting on the rocking chair facing the sea where this time the wind keeps on
rushing
on my
face
i assure you i was listening to every word you are saying because i have told you once and i am telling you again and again i love you and i will always love you till
the end
of time
and you still keep bombarding me with all those words that you were hurt by my telling you i love you i love you i love you yet there is something untrue
you did
not kiss
me yes
you for
got the
kiss
the real reason why you said i love you is because i asked you to tell me and to repeat the words that i missed hearing after ten years of this marriage
you are
cruel
in the
silence
in between
the words
demanded.
it is the emptiness of your words that is killing me it is this emptiness that
is telling the truth this emptiness between us so huge so wide i cannot
anymore
reach you
you have
shut me
out from
your full
ness from
your wall
words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bus Ride
Differences make everyone
People you meet people you see
People everywhere
Can make you see
Make you see the differences the world can give us
Make you see the differences each other can give us
If you Watch you can see the differences in the way people act
The way people talk
The way people perceive each other
If you listen you can hear the way people can change themselves
You can hear the lies and distorted truths
Complete strangers telling far off stories
Sharing life times true and fake
For that short moment of time
You can be whoever you want to be
poem by Robert Snively
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Coltrane
Wakin' up at nine
Looks at his paper
Can't deal with what he sees
All the troubled lives
The talk of the ages
He's crawling back to bed
Don't take a walk outside
Don't make any new friends
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
Callin' all his friends
He's known 'em for ages
Can't deal with what they say
Connective alibis
Cold and contagious
He's crawling back to bed
So cut off the phone lines
Stock up on water
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
song performed by by Gomez
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But Why? ?
people beg on street
people damage public property
people are insecure
people r jealous
people r foolish
people r ill-treated
people quarrel with eachother
people cry
people die
people r tortured
people r murdered
people r tense
people r disloyal
BUT WHY? ?
the reason? ? ? MONEY
money makes things happen
but why........
poem by Sakshi Mathur
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I Wouldn't Treat A Dog
when i was up
You'd always come around
When i need a friend
You could never be found
I got a hole
Where my heart used to be
I wouldn't treat a dog, no
The way you treated me
When time was good, love
All of your lovin' was the same
Oh, when the goin' got rough
Boy, you hardly knew my name
You locked me out
And you threw away the key, baby
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
Got me cryin for the love
That i'm needin'
Beggin' like a dog for a bone
Boy, i've spent most of my time grievin'
You turn you back
And you leave me, one of these old days
Lord knows that it's true
Just when you need me the most
I'll be walking out on you
When you say
As you're beggin' down on your knees, baby
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
The way you treated me
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
No, no i wouldn't do it
No, baby, i couldn't do it
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
No baby, the way you treated me
song performed by by Cher
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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For No Apparent Reason
Those gifted with selected memories,
Never seem to admit...
Their presence at the scene of misdeeds done.
And yet can express to the minutest detail,
Of what someone else to them has inflicted.
As they were innocently being attacked,
For no apparent reason.
While they did the best they could,
To make attempts to comprehend the sense of it.
And this they wish,
With a re-telling of such events...
As convincingly as possible.
However...
There is just one problem in the doing of this.
There are too many people,
Making claims they had been victimized...
Randomly.
Without having any knowledge of their participation.
And the eyes of those who choose to remain sane,
Do their best to keep at distances invisible...
To the doings of those refusing any hints of reality.
Or the phenomenon of the presence of truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gifts In Their Lives
People who tell it like it is,
To those fortunate with patience to listen.
Know they are blessed to have people like this,
As gifts...
In their lives.
And those who run and hide defying,
In complaints to others...
Criticize and despise what to them has been told.
With a crying to sigh on accustomed shoulders to hold.
Many one day will wish,
People who tell it like it is...
Would be more in numbers in their midst.
And had been given their respect.
Without a quickened dismissing them to exist.
'What has happened to those people,
Who were not afraid to speak the truth?
All we have around us now,
Are those deceiving with corruption to pursue.'
~That's not difficult to answer at all.
When was the last time you allowed your delusions,
To sit with a willingness to chat with truth? ~
'well...
I...er...'
~And while you search your mind for a response.
Who did you call to convince,
Your feelings were hurt deliberately?
And this was an intention that was meant.
That brought a pouting to your lips,
Eternally.~
'Well...
I didn't like what was said and how it was said to me.'
~But deceptions you've embraced as your close friends.
And I am sure you have been feeling a comfort you condone.
With a protective excusing wall of defense.~
'Well...
I...er,
You don't know me to say what it is I do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Is Meant To Be Told
With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.
The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.
Watch them mentally self destruct.
'Who? '
Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.
'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '
Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.
'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '
It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artificial Reality
If they could see,
The lives they live
Change
Living behind a wall
The other side so strange
Corrupted by the power
The people so afraid
The people so sick
If they could see
The real world
Change
Belonging in this wall
The people so small
Conceived by lies and Alibis s
Talk of one all so wrong
Secretly running all along
If they could see
Overseas
Change
Corrupted by there own
Nothing can be seen
Nothing can be felt
Living in an artificial reality
Telling themselves there right
Nothing to fear
Since they have there excuses
Nothing to See
Since a wall erects
If they could see
The price they pay
Change
They say their brave
But when you live behind a wall
There isn't anything to face
Since were the ones who see
The bombs red glare
If they could see
The streets corrupted
Change
With a land so pure
A conspiracy so true
Why most god bless
If so ideal
If they could see
What needs to be blessed
Change
Living in an artificial reality
Telling themselves there right
Nothing to hear
But whats on Tv
Nothing to Feel
Since they have their world
This land filled with lies
Corrupted by their own kind
Dreaming on
Creeping on
Freedom is the expression
In this land behind walls
poem by Aaron Banen
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Lies
Chorus
Lies, lies, using lies as alibis
Lies, lies, just a devil in disguise
Its the same game
Played in so many ways
Everyone is the victim too
Its just a waste of time
Made for simple minds
So why do people insist on lies
Ill give my life a different way
Refuse to let myself become a victim
Getting caught you in a vicious web of lies, they can hurt you
And destroy you, you watch out for lies, just a devil in disguise
Chorus
The nations leaders as well as teachers
Practice lies as a way of lie, yes they do
So think before you speak
Cause what you sow you reap
The truth will always come to light
Will we ever learn one day
That telling lies always bring to matters
Misery and sometimes pain
Chorus x4
Rap
Lies and deceit
Yes its running real rampant
Communities suffering, yo I cant stand it
When we think of lies we tend to think of politicians
But what about the husband whos on a mission
Lying to his wife so he can get it on and get some
Coming back home with a dumb expression
Written on a face that hes guilty as a criminal
Its time to change your attitude
People do you hear me, dont listen
To a funky rhyme thats kickin knowledge that we need
We lie about our hair
And we know we got a weave
Politicians lie about the things theyre gonna do
And everybodys tale affects me and you
A smoker lies about the money that he stole
And a dope dealer never tells you how he got his gold
I guess what debbie t. is really trying to say
When you break it all down were all the same
Ill live my life a different way
Refuse to let myself be caught up
In a vicious web of lies
song performed by by En Vogue
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Because you're telling a story, and I'm sure people fifty years ago would tell the same story differently if they were telling it to you today. Because the time is different. The film is the work of today's audience.
quote by Dennis Muren
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Folks Are Just Folks!
black folks just like white folks,
gotta eat, sleep, need somewhere
to stay, need a job...
just want to be treated like people,
equal in every way....
and my Hispanic neighbors,
hard working, working together,
(we could learn from that!)
taking care of families...
human beings with human needs,
just like us....
Asians, Native Americans...
all just the same....
all of us just people....
want to be treated that way!
folks are just folks!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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