Running Game
Running game.
As if this lame routine
Isn't known or seen,
For what it is!
From one door stop to another
This practice has no depth,
Or sincerety upon its delivery.
It just travels to be played.
Amazing those who watch
Others allowing it to continue,
With supportive encouragement...
And donated loyalty!
There is nothing in it for them at all.
It has become tradition...
And that matters more than substance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When there is freedom from mechanical conditioning, there is simplicity. The classical man is just a bundle of routine, ideas and tradition. If you follow the classical pattern, you are understanding the routine, the tradition, the shadow — you are not understanding yourself.
quote by Bruce Lee
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Nothing Even Matters
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
See I don't need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it I'd go through withdrawal
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place I'd rather be
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Now my team could score
And make it to the Final Four
Just repossess my 4x4
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
song performed by by Lauryn Hill from The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
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Cant Stop Running
Time marches on
I learn to crawl, I learn to walk
You couldnt stop me from running
Stop me from running
Before I heard my name
Before I learned to talk
I knew I was running to something
Running to something
Into the arms of my god
Time marches on
And I awaken to the world
And Im still running to something
Running to something far away
Unseen by the others in the herd
Im only running to something
Running to something
Into the arms of my dream
I cant stop running
I cant stop running
I have a vision of myself breaking the finish line string
I still can hear it
This dream is calling
So Ill keep running
Time marches on
I start to trip, I start to fall
And now Im running from something
Running from something on my tail
Cant turn to look, cant hear the call
Im only running from something
Running from something
Running in fear I will fail
Meanwhile
Time marches on and on
And the strength to run may soon be gone
Now I watch the young ones coming
And its on their legs Im running
Into the arms of my god
Can you hear it? can you hear it?
Feet dont fail me now
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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We Are That Game to Be Played
Against the tremendous magnitude,
Of 'this' part of the universe...
We will continuously pursue,
With persistence...
The insignificance of our existence.
To create a self importance.
Instead of enjoy with a caring,
What we now could share.
Before a nothingness of this experiment,
Goes away to replenish...
What was here before we came!
A feeding of a cosmos...
Determine to remain the same.
Allowing us to exist!
And not 'IT' as we insist!
We are that game to be played.
Not 'IT' to play to change.
No matter 'what' or 'who' we call upon to pray.
We are the game played!
And it is not the other way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
quote by Ella Maillart
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Early Works - What Is The Depth Of A Man
What is the depth of a man,
what makes him courageous
in front of mortal fears
or walk straight and tall
when his eyes are blinded with tears?
What is the depth of a man
what gives him the spark
deep in his heart
to do good
when only evil surrounds him.
What is the depth of a man
that can’t be conquered
is it the love of a woman
is it loyalty
or is it the belief that each man should be free.
What is the depth of a man?
Date unknown, probably late 1960’s
poem by David Harris
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Style vs Substance
As a TV show...
The first episode,
Will always overflow with style.
A longevity is promised.
And to heighten intensity,
Hype will always succeed.
But as far as substance goes...
Those who oppose style,
Have already been sold...
On a substance shown.
Since one excellent performance,
Does not guarantee a supportive audience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem of Shadow Boxing with Self
Sitting beside reluctant fan
That rotates at its will
I indulge in a shadow boxing
With the insider
Who indulges in
The routine game of hiding
Never allowing me a chance to seek!
I pant
I puff
I sweat
The eluding self, forever
At its teasing game
Reduces me to a child
Left alone in a procession
Of drums and wails
Fearfully blocking the tender ears
And making the brain walls numb!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Rushing To Enter An Empty Playground
The familiarity,
Of the same game played...
By those who do it,
With routine.
Begins to lose its appeal,
When some of the participants...
Find other interests.
To leave those aging and not gracefully,
Rushing to enter an empty playground.
And with not a clue as to why,
Those who once played hide and seek...
Have sought and found,
A maturity with them to keep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Watching That Man
Shakey threw a party that lasted all night
Everybody drank a lot of something nice
There was an old fashioned band of married men
Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so
The ladies looked bad but the music was sad
No one took their eyes off lorraine
She shimmered and she strolled like a chicago moll
Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so
Yeah! it was time to unfreeze
When the reverend alabaster danced on his knees
Slam! so it wasnt a game
Cracking all the mirrors in shame
Watch that man! oh honey, watch that man
Well he talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon
Watch that man! oh honey, watch that man
Well he walks like a jerk
But hes only taking care of the room
Must be in tune
A benny goodman fan painted holes in his hands
So shakey hung him up to dry
The pundits were joking the manholes were smoking
And every bottle battled with the reason why
The girl on the phone wouldnt leave me alone
A throw back from someones lp
A lemon in a bag played the tiger rag
And the bodies on the screen stopped bleeding
Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf
For I couldnt understand the conversation
Yeah! I ran to the street, looking for information
Watch that man! oh honey, watch that man
He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon
Watch that man! oh honey, watch that man
He walks like a jerk
But hes only taking care of the room
Must be in tune
Watch that man
Watch that man
Oh ah oh
Watch that man
Oh oh oh
Watch that man
Oooh ooh
Watch that man
Oh (watch that man)
(watch that man)
(watch that man)
(watch that man)
(watch that man) oh oh
(watch that man)
(watch that man)
song performed by by David Bowie
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What About The Wind And How It Shifts?
Explain to me this...
WHY do you continue to be supportive,
Of someone with such an arrogant attitude?
No one can believe a word,
Dripping from those lips.
Everything I've heard sounds absurd.
'You see that basket of food on my table?
Does it look real to you?
Does it exists? '
Yes I do.
It appears to be true.
'That food does not exist,
Because I am waiting...
For a delivery of promises.
Each day when I arrive to my home,
Someone I do know you do not condone...
Is not anonymous to me.'
But you should support someone,
Who has a list of doable objectives.
'I have one objective of my own right now.
And that is to eat in peace after you leave.
I have the change I believe in.'
But what about jobs and the economy?
'What about the wind and how it shifts? '
What?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Is On The Line
(r. stewart / j. davis)
What do you want from me
When will you ever see
I gave it all nothing less
The feeling aint mutual I guess
Why am I so confused
Why do I feel so used
This game at hand was made for two
But somehow I played without you
No Im not sad
Nothin lasts forever
Head over heels
Better late than never
Chorus:
My heart is on the line
Running out of time
Love stop making a fool out of me
My heart is on the line
Running out of time
Love stop making a fool out of me
Telling my friends youre fine
Even our favorite wine
But youre not there and it hurts
Nobody knows how it hurts
Maybe I thought I knew
That I belonged to you
I dreamed a dream I couldnt have
I foolishly let myself dance
Inside your eyes
Oh dont be sad
I shouldve known better
Why didnt I realize
(chorus)
Love stop making a fool out of me
Love stop making a fool out of me
Whenever you call me up
Everything else must stop
My heart says stay but I go
cause I need you and you know
Youre inside of me
I want you now and forever
Come on back to me
(chorus)
My heart is on the line
Running out of time
Love stop making a clown out of me
Love stop making a fool out of me
Love stop making a clown out of me
Love stop making a fool out of me
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Blackball
In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become your consolation
And those of us who win the game give up our minds
I dont call that winning
Say this doesnt apply to you
But ask yourself first
What have I done today to win the game
And just what have I sacrificed
Win the battle lose the war
I know Ive played this game before
When people were still real
I dont want this anymore
Its time for me to close the door
Theres nothing left to feel
Reflect on all our yesterdays
My own words choke me
Why were they spoken
Regret for the things Ive said and done
Just cant compare with
Regret for those that I have never tried
So blame this world or blame yourself
Its really all the same
When you are standing on the precipice
From which you just cant return
Win the battle lose the war
I know Ive played this game before
When people were still real
I dont want this anymore
Its time for me to close the door
Theres nothing left to feel
In the style of forgotten men
I look to my horizon
I see nothing
While thoughts of guns and desecration
Sweep through my mind
But only coffins and bones remain
As I look to you
The emptiness behind your eyes
Seals my decision
Cant carry on in this world of juggling
Where all this thoughtlessness and bludgeoning
Your key to success
What kind of tradition to carry on
Blackball the new disease
Blackball the new disease
Blackball your evil ways
Have found their way inside me
Blackball the new disease
Blackball the new disease
Blackball for a better life
In this high tech dog eat dog existence
(chorus)
song performed by by Offspring
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tough Luck II
Stop messing with my insides
I'm out of control
I always end up feeling
I'm digging my hole
You always came a-knocking
Shouting your rights
You've taken it all
Now it's my turn to fight
We always played this game
Overshadowed my mind
No more these crazy ways
You're finished this time
Tough luck - you did all for nothing
Keep your hate inside
Tough luck - you did all the running
A mean destructive mind
How does it feel to be lonely
And screaming for help
I know you're so restless
Not a slip of your mask
A world without fear
I'm thankfully free
Now nothing to stop
For me being me
My turn to play the game
I'm free in my mind
You've had your freedom-days
But now I've got mine
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Anonymous sources are a practice of American journalism in the 20th and 21st century, a relatively recent practice. The literary tradition of anonymity goes back to the Bible.
Feelings cause behaviours.
You attack a system, assault a tradition,
Criticize a person, condemn a practice,
Scorn the lowly and pass on judgment
Just to feel a sense of superiority.
You support a system, applaud a tradition,
Appreciate a person, follow a practice,
Pity the lowly and seek judgment
Just to feel a sense of security.
04.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Opium Of People
One two three Your secresies
Watch how the idiots follow me
Running any way to get out of the way
Dig into the shock 'casue I'm staying the same
But I need some vowels, back it up
Fill your loves in amazing hearts
Tell me everythings gunna be alright
'Cause I don't think I'll make it throught the night
The only way
Is all the way
The only way
Is all the way
The only way (The only way)
Is all the way (Is all the way)
The only way (The only way)
Is all the way (Is all the way)
Oh, my, god it's
Jugdement day and i'm not prepared
Everybody out theres is really scared
So let's take a little bit off the top
I don't care just make it stop!
I won't give another soul (to you)
I won't give another life (to you)
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO STOP?!
STOP!
STOP!
STOP!
I do want you to say something cryptic
But the styles always clash
Well say I'm never sure
Hypathetical won't work anymore
One more move and they will pound
My nails, are driving inside my wrists
This sacrament, is sacralidge, it's sentimental
Diety it's experimental
Faith is accidental
I won't give another soul (to you)
I won't give another life (to you)
I won't give another thought (to you)
I won't give anymore of my hope (to you)
song performed by by Slipknot
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Mask Que Raid
we both know
this game
the masks we wear
the things we do
i hide in the forest of
words
you too behind those
trails and trees of
routine
we have not exhausted
excuses
i am adept at
concocting them
when we make love
it was something else
less than
what we wish for
my mind travels in
labyrinths of
familiarity
i've been there and i
know where i come from and where i am going
inside my mind, this is a straight path
and i am obliged
when i wake up this morning
there will be no changes in the way
all things are put
well, well put and steady
the house shall open same windows
the door maintains same keys and locks
we still are
and shall never part
the sun still shines on the east
(even if we know that it is this place
where we stand that is rotating)
the moon is full tonight
we are ready with the clinks
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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