Screened For Updates
When a lie initially told,
Is supported
With followup addendums...
For clarification purposes.
Does the affect of it,
Become more credible overtime...
Eleminating the cause to pause,
For plausabilities?
Or subjective doubts!
Once it is understood,
As a lie.
In its entirety.
And totally removed,
From the suspicions of reality!
To impact those accustomed to thinking!
Those familiar with the process of thought,
And deductive reasoning!
Now that it is packaged...
And complete in its deceptive content.
Prepared to withstand scrutiny.
And then...
On the other hand,
Should the teller be forgiven,
For not offering an apology
Knowing
That all lies told in the past,
Were not screened for updates...
Prior to their public exposure?
It would seem a savings of time,
And a waste of this mindless logic...
If those responsible for reviewing lies,
Were held accountable for their effectiveness
As they were being check for flaws!
From the very beginning of their creations.
And evaluated based on the believability
Held in sincere eye contact made by the speaker!
The one 'elected' to deliver them...
Without muscle twitches!
Only then can an abundance of lies meet with approval!
And told over and over again...
Generating the expected applause they are given,
By those devoted to every delusion conceivably embraced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A Refusal to Conform
I'm so tired of being sensible,
Tired of being wise,
All of the things I should do,
It's lies, lies, lies!
I want to get drunk instead,
I want to get right out of my head,
All of the things you told me to do,
All the ways I could have pleased you,
It's lies, lies, lies!
It comes as no surprise
That getting drunk is the only way out,
Let me stand on the rooftops and shout
'Lies, lies, lies! '
You'd have liked me to be a good boy,
Someone your colleagues could employ,
Someone who fitted in,
Who didn't have the courage to sin,
Someone to make you proud,
Someone who didn't shout out loud
'It's lies, lies, lies! '
I wasn't prepared to say yes to you,
I wasn't prepared to do what you do,
Go to hell, old father,
It's lies, lies, lies,
And that is the way a hero dies!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Sorry
Into each life there comes a time
When you must pay your lovers dues
Breakin out in a cold sweat
Cause youve been rightfully accused
Im not such a strong man
That love cant make me weak
Youre walkin out the door
And its hurting me so deep, so deep
And Im sorry
Sorry that I made you cry
Sorry, sorry that I told you lies
Im sorry, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, sorry cause now youre
Saying goodbye to me
Every young boy will grow up
To then become a man
Then the difference from wrong and right
He clearly understands
Im not such a big man
That I cant break down in tears
Cause my whole body went into shock
When you told me you were out of here! out of here!
And Im sorry
Sorry that I made you cry
Sorry, sorry that I told you lies
Im sorry, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, sorry cause now youre saying
Goodbye to me, to me
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever made you cry
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever told you lies
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, so sorry
If you added up all the good times
And compared them with the bad
Youd realize that our love
Was the best you ever had
Im not such a proud man
That I wont cop a plea
See me baby girl, Im on my knees
Beggin please, baby please, baby please, oh yeah
Im sorry, sorry that I made you cry
Sorry, sorry that I told you lies
Im sorry, Im sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, sorry cause now youre
Saying goodbye to me, me baby, me baby, me baby
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever told you lies
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever made you cry
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry, sorry, sorry,
Sorry, sorry (repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Reunited
When I received a letter from my Dad,
Saying he didn't want to meet,
I decided to go and confront him.
I wasn't going to admit defeat.
'I told you in my letter not to come.
I thought I made that perfectly clear!
It would never work. I don't even know you, '
Were not the words I'd hoped to hear.
'It's too late, ' he told me.
'You've got your life. I've got mine.'
He was shocked when I told him
I'd lost my Mum in an accident when I was nine.
My brother, Luke, asked me to stay in touch.
He was begging me to stay,
But there seemed nothing between me and Dad,
And I thought it best for me to go away.
When I was small, we went for walks.
It was always Dad's hand I wanted to hold.
It kept me from falling.
It kept me from the cold.
I was sitting in the car ready to leave,
But took one last look out the window.
Dad was stood there. I went to him.
'Don't go, ' he pleaded. 'Please, don't go! '
As he held my hand in his
For the first time in thirty years,
I found it totally impossible
To hold back the flood of tears.
I put my head on his shoulder,
And we held each other tight.
This was the moment I'd dreamed of,
And now I was convinced the moment was right.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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An Absent Guardian to Be Forgotten
Eventually,
Excuses made and told...
Become as dangerous as an infectious disease.
Explanations heard that occur are incurable.
And those accustomed to inflicting them,
Are contagious carriers.
For them there are no boundaries.
Or areas that are blockaded with barriers.
From lips of those who are leaders elected,
To those self righteous and elevated to heights of piousness...
Twisted are the mouths of those secretly discreet and sneaky.
And yet...
Like criminals who are subjected to the support of the weak,
They are granted a wholesome forgiveness.
Like relatives who aid and defend the actions of their imprisoned kin.
Even though...
Crimes and sins against humanity are committed.
Submitting to an integrity that has honesty with appeal,
Is as foreign as the observation of it.
Rare in sight and in action.
Delusion, deceit and the telling of blatant lies...
Have been given tremendous loyalty.
And this loyalty has distanced truth...
To become an absent guardian to be forgotten in the pursuit,
Of being held accountable for those values that have plunged...
Into an abyss!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Told You.
I told you I’m stepping up,
I told you I’m stepping up,
And you still scream ‘order, order’,
I told you I’m stepping up,
I told you I’ve had enough,
And you still scream.
In the recollection of,
What you told me, I told her,
I bandage the wounds,
Cause I still see you hold her,
And I cry in chocolate,
But it’s not nearly so bad,
Tasteful sympathy,
So sweet and yet so sad.
I told you I’ve had enough,
I told you I’ve had enough,
And you still scream ‘Murder, murder’,
I told you I’m stepping up,
I told you I’ve had enough,
And you still scream.
Pointing fingers in my face,
Desperate solution,
Be sure to make your case,
Even with no evidence,
But be prepared to fight,
Judges orders,
Kiss your kids goodnight,
Stain them with the same lies,
I told you I’ve given up,
I told you I’ve given up,
But you still seem beaten, beaten,
I told you I’m giving up,
But you’ve been called on you bluff,
Now you scream.
To Who's Benefit Is It
Lies lived,
Throughout decades and generations...
Of them being heard or told to listen.
Does not make them come true.
If fact,
Truth is traumatic and does not come to empathize,
A hiding.
Truth when it is accepted opens eyes wide.
To comprehend and not defend,
The creation of myths devalued.
Once lies lived have been uncovered for what that is...
Holding grudges and bitterness may be done.
But to who's benefit is it,
To insist lies told still exist when none of them,
Bought, sold or can be held like jello...
Can be connected to anything solid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Ewww...
That's awful! '
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!
Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...'
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
'Don't say it!
Not with...'
Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.
'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teleprompted Speeches
Teleprompted speeches
Prepared to deliver daily hype,
From those caught up in worshipping
The onslaught of their own dysfunctions!
And explanations are crafted.
Repeating disbelief,
In an accepted way as to not project
Total ignorance of the subject!
And lack of interest!
Direct eye contact is preferred.
There is something about it that can be trusted!
However...
So many are skilled at deception these days.
Watching one's brow furrowed...
Shows more frustration than truth is inside that head!
This hype keeps them up at night,
Hoping an obvious loss of credibility...
Will magically appear through presence and stature.
And all of this preparation is an act to deceive.
That's why they can not find peace in sleep!
The comfort of keeping their delusions scrolled.
Line after line defining times of crimes and corruption.
Hoping such methods will ease the shock that comes...
To those already numbed by marathoned appearances,
Of crooks protecting themselves!
And imaging leadership qualifications in expensive suits!
Duping hoodwinkers have one pursuit in their minds.
And that's to have you find them,
Worthy to represent...
Myths and beliefs that do not exist.
However,
The delusion to keep them as a process
Of a quality of life sustained in total fantasy...
And founded on criminal values,
Will maintain a christian charade.
And if these hypocrisies are attack...
At least the one who is elected,
Has to convince he or she has the experience
To lie brilliantly under pressure!
But the one not prompted to be perceived as packaged...
Should be selected.
However,
His competence and fantasticness overwhelms.
And they are not accustomed to that at all.
In fact that kind of commitment frightens them.
Nothing had they seen like this before.
Someone they can believe in comes.
And they are suspicious.
The others ready to perform their tricks...
Will lie in a minute.
Claiming what is seen on videotaped playbacks,
Has been misunderstood!
And this is what the people misrepresented,
Have been saying all along.
They have been misunderstood!
Teleprompted speeches will never reflect sorrows,
Or the patience they have had to endure...
Observing the costs of these self serving acts!
Written by folks so completely out of touch.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far...
It doesn't pay to practice.
There will still be malfunctions.
And no time to memorize which lies to tell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lieing Is An Art
It's not that lieing is accepted.
It is the style by which liars choose,
To tell their lies.
First...
Lies told must be convincing.
That means the delivery of them,
Must be polished.
Second...
Presentation.
Ov er-dramatizing?
No.
But eye contact and conviction,
Are most important to heighten delusions.
Third...
And this is extremely important.
Lieing is an art.
Those considering this field of endeavor,
Must practice diligently and with enthusiasm.
There is nothing more disappointing,
Than knowing someone who lies...
But is not entertaining.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thats What You Told Me
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
You drive me crazy
I thought I was the one
When we were together
You would take me to
Another place and time that I could feel free
You were all that I was searching for
Bridge:
Thats just when i
I thought I could lean on you for life
I thought that the sun would always shine
But you took my dreams away
I remember the lies that you told me baby
Chorus:
(one) you told me you love me you need me
(two) you told me you never deceive me
(three) you told me youd always be true
(four)you told me were through, thats what you told me
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me
Tell me was it fun taking my love for granted
Now Im not the one
Everything we used to share has up and gone
I dont need to tell you, you were wrong
(bridge)
(chorus)
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
You drive me crazy (x2)
Thats what you told me, girl tell me no lie
Do you want to fly super high, super dooper high
No mistakes when Im with you
Know exactly what I wanna do
Lay you down and pursue me
Im super fly, cos Im super high
When Im by your side if you like girl, tell me if you like
One, if you wanna
Two, if youre gonna
Three, time to jive
Four, five bring it live
(chorus until fade)
song performed by by Five
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One & The Same
Feat. ndea davenport
One and the same, one and the same
I wish I could see beyond the filthy blue horizon, see what lies ahead of me
Perhaps Id see the path of my own destruction
And avoid my destiny, she said heaven and hell is one and the same boy
She told me heaven and hell, boy, was one and the same
We all meet somewhere in the middle
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
I said it cant be true
I wish I could touch you in some totally new fashion
Who are you girl, Im a man, now I cant guarentee your complete satisfaction
So Im gonna do you the very best way I can
She said heaven and hell is one and the same, boy
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
We all meet somewhere in the middle
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
I said it cant be true
Wish I could find some time to stop and smell the roses
My landlord wont let me be, my head is full of paranoia
New roses, tryin to consume my identity
She said heaven and hell is one and the same, boy
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
We all meet somewhere in the middle, yes we do
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
I said it cant be true, it just cant be true
Children grow and women produce and men go work and some go stealin (repeat x1)
Heaven and hell (children grow and women produce), here on earth (and men go work and some go stealin) x7
song performed by by Everlast
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Wells Of Truth
Tell me
tales of truth.
Truth is as
elusive as water
in oceans of
Arabian desert sand.
Truth may be
soaked up totally
in a desert of
whispered words.
Truth may be
washed away totally
by a torrent river of
well told lies.
Truth may be
blown away totally
in a blizzard storm of
orchestrated misinformation.
Tell me tales of truth
told throughout history!
I will listen well
intently to your stories of
culturally half sun baked
studied scholastic lies.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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New Love
Theres a barge going by on the river.
Yellow against the blue.
Theres a bus driving up along the bridge
And its red like the color of new love.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
Theres a woman beside a window.
Quiet against the street.
Theres a man beside a magazine stand.
Looks like hes waiting to meet some one.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
And everything reminds me of you.
And everything reminds me of things we used to do.
Even though I miss you, I know were through.
And I need to find something new.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
Theres a man playing guitar in the subway.
Gentle against the crowd.
Theres a kid in the upstairs apartment.
Plays his recorder, wakes me up from above.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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That's What You Told Me
Hook:
That's what you told me baby (x3)
You drive me crazy
(x2)
I thought I was the one
When we were together
You would take me to
Another place and time
That I could feel free
You were all that I was searching for
Bridge:
That's just when I
I thought I could lean on your for life
I thought that the sun would always shine
But you took my dreams away
I remember the lies that you told me baby
Chorus:
1 - you told me you love me
song performed by by Five
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Fortune Teller
(neville)
Went to a fortune teller
To have my fortune read
I didnt know what to tell her
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
She took a hold of my palm
She said son you feel kind of warm
And then she looked into a crystal ball
She said youre in love
I said how could that be so
Im not friendly with the girls I know
She said when the next one arrives
You gotta look into her eyes
I left there in a hurry
Looking forward to my big surprise
The next day I discovered
That the fortune teller told me lies
I rushed straight back to that woman
Just as mad as I could be
I said I didnt see nobody
Whyd she made a fool of me
Then something struck me
Like lightning from up above
While looking at the fortune teller
I fell in love
Now Im a happy fella
Im married to the fortune teller
Im as happy as I can be
Now I get my fortunes told for free
song performed by by Hollies
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Here there is
Who told here there is
A web of lies.
I could not understand
Anything what kind of talk
Is going on here in my presence.
Here there is a web of lies
Nobody agrees with this
As you said.
The coconut tree
As before cries
The sea console.
I could not understand
What kind of play
Is this under the sky.
Who told
There is a web of lies.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Goes Around, Comes Around
What goes around, comes around
As I always have been told,
So what you have done unto others,
Unto you, someday the same will unfold.
The evils that you have held
And the lies that you have spoke,
Someday you will be visited by them all
And by those deeds alone, you will choke.
Karma will come and get you
From it you cannot run and or hide
She will follow till your end on Earth
And she’ll mock you the day that you die.
What goes around comes around
Truer words have never been said
Your life will be full of sadness and pain
From the life that you once had led.
To the pain and suffering that you caused
From the evils and lies that you dealt
Believing lies that you told and hold
For you there will be a special place in Hell.
And you might not die alone
You might have your family and or friends
But when your passing has came and gone
No one will think good of you, ever again.
What comes around, goes around
I think deeply on that thought,
Because nothing truly can you hide from man
And from GOD, your always caught.
You might lie only to lie to yourself
But then soon, it comes back to you
And then you see the pain that you caused
Then they’ll will be nothing that you can do.
Suffering will be yours alone forever
Your moaning in pain will be your only sound
And I myself will mock and ignore you
For as they say, what comes around, goes around.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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If You Only Knew
If you knew how much I love you,
Would you be willing to take a chance?
If I held my hand out to you,
Would you join me for a dance?
If I opened my arms up to you,
Would you come for my embrace?
If I asked you to simply look at me,
Would you look upon my face?
If I asked you if you would see me,
Would you gaze into my eyes?
If I told I know what true love is,
Would you believe another’s lies?
If I told you that I had found the way,
Would you walk right by my side?
For the destination is inevitable.
We are here to enjoy the ride.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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