Shows As Being Clearly Exposed
If someone is so determined,
By a going out of their way...
To make another look as if crazed.
And a fool.
Shouldn't they at least not display,
Having the experience as evidence...
To convince those listening,
That they just may be admitting...
Something about themselves,
That was not intended for anyone to know?
But shows as being clearly exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Not Having A Shred Of Evidence
You can say what you wish.
In detailed depictions to describe it.
However...
If you had not felt a pinch of it to feel,
Your lack of experience...
Does not make you an authority,
Of how another should react...
To what to them has been directly done.
Although...
Some will commit,
To knowing what the facts are.
And not having a single clue,
To admit when questioned...
Of not having a shred of evidence.
But yet as proof to convince,
Will rely on that which to them had been told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I Shouldn't … but, I do.
I like the way you look at me,
Every time you look at me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the way you talk to me,
When you say the things you shouldn't be...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I liked the feeling of your company,
When you'd carve out some time for me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the sound of your voice,
Pulling at me, like I have no choice,
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
Thoughts of you are frequent for me,
Though, I try not to think of you.
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I can't help that I feel this way,
Believe me, it's much to my dismay,
There wasn't
But,
NOW
There is a
YOU...
If you only knew,
How much I try,
How often I fail..
When I try
To try
Not to think of
YOU.
poem by Rabia Minhas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Envious
Those who are envious,
Do not only hold that inside...
It is expressed openly,
In the environment in which they live.
This enviousness,
Often oppresses...
Those who are afflicted with this sickness.
And it is handed down through generations,
As if the display of it is a gift!
It should be quarantined,
The moment it is witnessed.
Addressed for what it is and dealt with!
Or it will decay any relationship,
That becomes exposed and associated to it!
Look around.
I am sure it's not difficult to see,
The evidence of it wherever it sits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Warnings Aren't As Effective
Most times a warning,
Isn't as effective...
As the experience itself.
A child seems not to learn,
Until an action taken...
Creates the right affect.
It's like overeating and cheating.
Two essentially different concepts,
When one defines them.
However...
Lieing about either one of them,
Produces the same result.
Embarrassment.
And...
It eventually shows.
Most people who are embarrassed...
Immediately seek to deny the truth.
Most times warnings aren't as effective,
As the experience itself.
And...
The experience once admitted,
Doesn't have to be devastating...
If one seeks the right counseling,
And is determined to be honest with 'self'...
To get from under the weight,
Of what becomes obvious to many as seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Say Nothing Else
Confront someone,
In the telling of a lie done.
And watch their eyes,
Quickly shift...
To avoid any acknowledgement of it!
Say nothing else!
And soon you will be entertained...
By someone losing any integrity that remains.
Observe how they drift to protect themselves.
Back and forth with hopes to find an exit.
And instead of admitting,
They've been caught off guard by surprise...
They will try to cover up one lie told,
To excuse it with an alibi.
And that alibi,
Defies the evidence another holds and shows.
Say nothing else.
A culprit knows...
When a self incriminating mouth,
Is best to keep closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I suppose I shouldn't go around admitting I speak untruths on the radio.
Proof Of Their Evidence
Isn't it amazing,
What other people often admit...
They too can do?
After it has been noticed,
Someone who has for years struggled...
And criticized as being and a joke and a fool,
To now have others make claims...
That what someone has exposed and done,
Is not the only one with dedication and devotion...
But like anyone else who could have done the same thing.
And the one given the attention an spotlighted,
Is no exception!
'Yes.
I hear this all the time,
But...
Where were they and their evidence?
And where are the facts producing the fruits of their labors?
Anthing!
I'll even set up an audition,
To quiet their complaints.'
Well...
Thats' the problem.
No one seems to be able to find the time.
'Oh.
I see.
And who amongst us,
Is given extra time....
To sacrifice in the doing of what gets done?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Am A Fool Of Course
AM A FOOL OF COURSE
I am a fool of course
Living for the illusion
Of my own greatness
When all the evidence
Teaches how not great
I am.
I am a fool of course
And will die a fool
But what else could I have been
Given what I am?
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Clear As Its Ever Been
I remember all your sentiments protesting.
All my simple needs and with requests met.
Now the evidence is clear,
As its ever been...
You never meant to keep my requests met.
You never intended that respect.
I remember all your sentiments protesting.
All my simple needs and with requests met.
Now the evidence is clear,
As its ever been...
You never meant to keep my requests met.
You never intended that respect.
The evidence is clear,
As its ever been...
You never meant to keep my requests met.
No...
You never intended that respect.
It's clear...
As its ever been,
You never meant to keep my requests met.
It's clear....
You never intended that respect.
It's clear...
As its ever been,
You never meant to keep my requests met.
It's clear....
You never intended that respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Obedient To Subservience
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
A subservience inflicted had been intended to restrict,
Those teased although strickly limited.
And yet today,
The ones who stood in the way to delay and prevent...
Opportunities meant for everyone,
To taste...
Have been from them taken away.
Obedient to subservience,
Was not intended for all to experience...
To enslave with materialistic wishes dreamed.
But those who insisted to exclusively greed,
Have discovered they regret such a selfish need to feed.
Obedient to subservience,
Has come to open the eyes of those self serving...
With an overwhelming permanance,
That exposes a blindness hindsight can not remove.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When Greed Is the Issue
Well...
There is one thing he needs not try any longer,
To convince others he can do.
He is one of the biggest liars on Earth.
No certification is needed to prove that's true.
Everything he has done is evidence.
He carries that in his attitude.
Someone inept ever given authority...
Never disappoints,
They have incompetence they wish to prove.
Implusive and self indulgent.
Insecure and intelligence free.
People like this seldom admit...
Listening to others is at the top of their list.
They find that demeaning,
Since they would have to sit...
Through a learning process.
Of course he is ignorant.
But having wealth doesn't make one smart.
And obtaining that all one has to accomplish...
Is to know the art of conniving.
And enlist others to take part.
Especially when greed is the issue...
With deception in one's heart!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Many Incidents Intended
Many incidents intended,
Has evidence as incentive.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
Many incidents intended,
Has evidence as incentive.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
Many incidents intended.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Development Of One's Patience
Going out of one's way to discredit another,
To depict that other as a fool and crazed...
Doesn't return good dividends,
With those kinds of investments made.
Especially when time does a flip flop,
And the development of one's patience...
Crops to expose those who are totally crazed,
In more ways than one to be seen as shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Fulfill My Father's Wishes
I've done everything I was suppose to do.
And still what I've done,
Has not been acceptible to some!
Those who stood by to try...
To undo what I have overcomed,
With alibis and visious lies...
To make 'that' acceptible to themselves,
And everyone!
Have become quite surprised.
I can see it in their deceitful eyes!
But I had the courage and the heart to achieve!
Accomplishing 'with' their discouragement in tact...
What they could not and still can not believe!
And the weight I carried on a strained and painful back,
Has never been anything
God did not lift,
To make my journey He had mapped...
More determined to prevail and succeed.
Over the mounds of ignorance supplied,
To induce my failure!
Despite of the sympathy exposed,
To hide the mask of those in deep and hollowed,
Masquerades!
This mission...
Has not been about taking those kinds of trips!
To falter making excuses for it!
I have never been a quitter.
And my anger can turn into something,
I choose not to publicly display!
And God knows how stubborn I am to please Him,
In 'any' and 'every' way He knows I can...
And will to fulfill my Father's wishes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Although the evidence at this trial shows that Charles Manson was the leader of the conspiracy to commit these murders, there is no evidence that he actually personally killed any of the seven victims in this case.
quote by Vincent Bugliosi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
He's Makin' You The Fool
No matter when you call
No matter what you say
Wink and I'll be there
No matter when you fall
Or what the time of day
I'm gonna be there
All those lies
Make you cry
You'll never know
How much it shows
It's all been left for you
You'll never know
How much it shows
He's makin' you the fool
You've gotta look into my eyes
Remember all the years
To know that I'll be there
Whatever time of day
No matter what the way
I'm gonna be there
All those lies
Made you cry
You'll never know
How much it shows
It's all been left for you
You'll never know
How much it shows
He's makin' you the fool
Oh, leavin' all our heartaches behind
Take the time to rest up your mind
Well you know
In the daily affairs of the moments
of my life I need you now
Leavin' opportunity home
Keepin' all our sorrows alone
Well you know
If the daily affairs of the moments
of my life I need you!
Look into my eyes
No matter what you say
I'm gonna be there
All those lies
Made you cry
You'll never know
How much it shows
It's all been left for you
You'll never know
How much it shows
He's makin' you the fool
song performed by by Zebra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
With A Defying Against Any Of The Evidence
To do something done unconsciously to another...
And to have that act returned with a consciousness delivered,
As intended!
Says this as witnessed...
There is no sense made in a display of one's offense.
And yet offended people become,
When given exactly to them what they had initiated.
And done.
With one thing missing.
A lack of acknowledging their involvement.
And an applied selective memory,
That removes them from the scene of a crime committed.
A common hit and run done claimed by someone caught,
To have known nothing about what has happened.
With a defying against any of the evidence.
Pictures, fingerprints...
Food stains and crumbs on lips.
And the habit of their daily routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!