Some Are So Creative
When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.
Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.
And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
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When Is it Ever Ready?
When is it ever ready...
For us to make up our minds,
It is time to get what we put off
To get something done?
When is it ever ready...
For us?
When is it ever ready...
To stop and wait.
For us to negotiate,
This is the moment...
That has arrived,
For us to get up and move?
Just to prove we can delay
Another day...
To make an excuse,
To collect with the other excuses...
Made!
When is it ever ready?
Time seems to never be!
It seems to do what it chooses without us!
To experience...
Or ignore completely.
As we sit to cuss its noncommitment.
Observing it as it cares less,
About how some of us waste it...
With more uselessness!
To eventually confess.
When is it ever ready?
That is probably not a concern...
Nor a priority,
Or on its agenda.
Time is man made.
To set limits...
As if man allows 'it' to benefit,
And exist.
To put up with a man's nonsense.
Or a woman's.
Either way...
No one can say,
They have more of it...
Than anyone.
To just let it sit!
And ask of it...
If and When it is ever ready!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observation Says It
Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.
Give me eye contact on this one please!
How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?
Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.
When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.
After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.
When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.
Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!
Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.
'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '
If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.
People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?
That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.
If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Accept Apologies
Have I done many things,
That were 'blindly' experimenttal?
Well...
I was not completely blind.
And yes,
I confess to being adventurous.
Do I have regrets,
For doing those things...
That were less socially accepted?
Gee...
You have no idea how I wish,
These questions you ask...
Were from a multiple choice test.
But...
I was born with a creative nature.
And I've done my best to express those interests.
So...
Even though some folks may have been upset,
I have no regrets.
Hopefully a time will come,
When more will welcome that choice to live.
And people will remove their noses,
From cracks and crevices on other folks exposed.
I keep my fingers crossed on that!
'You are direct and bold,
Aren't you? '
What did you expect?
Apologies made with excuses?
'Well...
Yes.
I guess.'
I accept apologies!
But...
Excuses I don't make.
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Cut and Separate Quick to Split
There are those who believe themselves chosen,
To hold up the process of one's life.
They are the ones who elect to be understood...
With no comprehension or faith to do things.
Not the way they should be done.
Unless they have a say...
In which way they decide,
What has to be done for them is right.
And something that initiates,
A feeling of false pride.
Even though what gets done,
Is at a time that arrives too late for some.
With an expectation for others they delay...
Should sit and wait with a patience,
That has become frayed.
Strained and frazzled.
Or...
They wish to debate uselessly,
Over that which should have taken place.
And wasting as much time as they can,
To be understood!
'For goodness sake!
I am not the cause for this reaction! '
When folks like this,
Began to flaunt excuses to abuse and disrespect...
Never acknowledge what it is that they do,
Because from you they will determine...
You have become accustomed to their neglect!
And from you expect apologies.
Sever yourself from these kinds of people.
Cut and separate quick to split...
From this addicting BS.
And have none of it!
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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.
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Gainfully Out of Touch At All Times
It's the art of brainwashing.
To make excuses for oneself,
And lay the blame on someone else.
It has its 'perks'
For those that this works for.
But it does not last for long.
Someone eventually,
Can tell something is wrong.
When thousands are in denial...
A heavy medication has been done.
Especially when no one seems to be stunned...
But 'vegged' out!
And being under the influence,
Of total delusion.
And in the heights of its effectiveness...
People self inject themselves,
With thoughts of greatness...
Others wished they had a dose of it.
To keep them as high as 'crack' can keep them!
It has been deep and severe,
This process that keeps them...
Gainfully out of touch at all times.
Preparing fresh excuses.
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Get Away From Me
Let me help you find some clarity.
In terms of my personality...
And why you say others,
May get upset with me!
First let's eliminate what others say.
I am discussing this with you.
I could care less what others say,
And/or do!
If I've given you my respect and attention.
And I have given you no reason to doubt my word.
Don't show me that you have taken me for granted.
Don't allow yourself to get on my last nerve.
When that is done,
I become someone else.
I show a side that comes out of hiding.
I've been called a monster by those who have seen it.
Those who say I am two faced and crazed.
But I respect myself and that I show to others.
And take pride in what I do,
Like others should too.
I don't collect excuses and alibis to make.
And those who do,
I consider fake!
So without further explanation,
Let me make to you this declaration.
You have no more time,
To waste that of mine!
Now...
Have I made myself clear?
I hope so!
'Yeah...
But everybody else,
Don't make such a big stink about me being late!
And everytime I was late or didn't show up for a date,
I gave you a call! '
And every year I have known you...
Which has been over twenty five.
You have managed to use excuses,
And have told me some of the biggest lies!
And if you had respected me at all...
You would not have found it easy to make excuses.
Or bothered to lie in any of those calls.
And everyone else who accepts that from you...
Didn't receive this patience I am giving.
Or that 'monster' getting ready to chew and spew!
You know why?
'No!
Why? '
I'm giving you the opportunity,
To get away from me as fast as you can!
You see my chest?
And how I'm taking deep breaths?
The monster comes!
You better prepare to run!
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IF I Had 'Their' Time
Time and again,
People say they have none of it...
To do that which needs,
Their immediate attention.
And time and again,
The time that is wasted...
For them procrastinated to selected excuses,
Easy for them to make.
These are the people who say it's never too late,
To again...
Be freed of making decisions,
With a putting off what they see others do.
To say like most people who choose foolishness...
'IF I had 'their' time,
Of course I could achieve similar accomplishments.
But unlike them...
I don't have that kind of time to do what I wish.
I am not that fortunate.'
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The Need You Have To Charade
Ever since I've known you,
You've done your best not to admit...
Insecurities you have.
And those habits that exist.
Done as if...
I am not aware.
Or conscious when you declare...
You have other things on your mind.
And when you find the time,
You will work on those things
Needing your attention to mend.
And this you admit!
Since this and other things are accepted,
By your friends...
Why do I seem the only one,
Offended by them?
Maybe there is a reality...
I suspect you have!
But have not seen begin.
Perhaps I am the only one,
Who tires from hearing your creative excuses.
Freshly made to hide behind your masquerades.
And they have long been outdated.
Just like the fake loyalty of your so called friends.
Although I do understand the need you have to charade.
It is your addiction to self abuse,
I do not find amusing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Say It Is Never Too Late, It Is!
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
The only thing those who choose to procrastinate do,
Is use more time to make excuses.
And this they do from the experience of it!
Doing so to abuse someone's time.
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
With thoughtlessness attached.
And at the expense of getting attention.
Since their comprehension is only used to waste.
In celebration of their own hesitation.
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
With an aspiration to agitate those exasperated,
To heights of exacerbation unnecessarily created.
And pleasing no one but those who choose to bait,
Disrespect and neglect achieved.
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
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Late Last Night
Saw you in the restaurant
Late last night
You were looking in her eyes
Holding her hand tight
Said that you were working late
Well I guess that's true
You were working on somebody new
Ah
So you were in a restaurant with someone else
Why you were busy fooling me
Well I guess I fooled myself
But I won't be the fool again
And I tell you now
I won't stay around
While you play around
So
So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door
No no
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
No no
I don't wanna hear the same old lies (by the same old price)
Cause I'm through...wasting my time on loving you
Did you give your to her late last night
Did you say those things you said
When we turned out the light
When she went to touch your hand
Did you hide the ring? Haha
Did you forget to tell her about me?
Yes you did
I saw you in the restaurant
And get in her car
I don't know where you went
But this time you went to far
Stumbling in the door at four in the morning
Just won't do
I won't stay around no
While you play around with my heart
So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door
Oh No no no no
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
No no
I don't wanna hear the same old lies (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through) I'm so through baby, wasting my time on loving you
Didn't I give you the best of my love? (of my love)
Worse or in bad
didn't I care enough (I care enough oh)
How could you go and just hurt me that way (hurt me that way)
Well I'm not gonna take it no more
Nononono
(So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door)
No walk right out the door baby (oh no)
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
Nono (nono)
I don't wanna hear the same old lies again (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through)
I'm so through baby wasting my time - I'm wasting my time
(wasting my time on loving you)
(So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door)
I don't wanna waste it baby (oh no)
(I don't want your tight excuses anymore)
I don't want your tight excuses
I don't wanna hear the same old lies again (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through)
I'm so through baby wasting my time - I'm wasting my time
(Wasting my time on loving you
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Its My Life
(micky dolenz)
Micky dolenz music (bmi)
Lead vocal: micky dolenz
Its my life and Im takin over now
Its my life and its time that I learned how
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
I stumble and I fall
And I think about it all
Then I make amends
But it never ends
And Ive just begun to wonder why
And I listen to the songs,
And I read all the words,
And I seem to remember something that I heard
Of a fire and a cave and shadows on the wall
Its my life and Im takin over now
Its my life and its time that I learned how
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
I wanna believe in the miracles
But they mix me up. then they pass the cup
And Ive just begun to look the other way
And I dont want to lean on the stars or on the dreams
On the fantasies or the deities
Dont I think its time to lean on me?
Its my life and Im takin over now
Its my life and its time that I learned how
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
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Acceptibly Diminished
What better excuse can one make,
Than the one made that is better than the last?
Some folks are gifted in creating some,
So unbelievable...
To not to believe them,
Brings the maker grief.
They spend entire lives in their development.
Some have even stated,
The expectation of them being made...
Has elevated their activity in their production of them,
To heights of popularity.
Into an artform that has given them a name!
As if this is a career move intended!
And they are proud to have this illness,
To claim as something they can not help!
However,
According to them and to hear them tell it...
They have family and friends who tolerate this nonsense.
And accepting this mentality has to be wide spread.
Too many people have created tremendous delusions,
For themselves
To satisfy their own self inflicted agonies.
Some insecurity hidden,
Has them commited...
To making excuses.
And hiding what is obviously seen!
A mental imbalance.
Yes...
This behavior is sick and condoned.
And probably the reason,
Why there will never be a remedy for it.
It is part of a culture that does not see itself disturbed.
And when one has that as a supporting testimony...
The recovery is not going to happen.
It is woven into the fabric which makes the society what it is!
With its social standards and quality of life...
Acceptibly diminished.
And imposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unsolicited
Without the advantage,
And benefits...
That do not overnight come,
One's intended physical regimen...
Will more than likely,
Will be something not to be done.
And an absence of discipline,
To initiate motivation...
Seldom begins,
Without a doing.
But those committed to wining and dining,
Will find the time to spend...
Making arrangements for them.
And this says one thing about priorities set.
They have been effectively placed,
To make the best excuses.
And the best of excuses do come,
Unsolicited.
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In Its Right Perspective
Those who look for flaws will find them!
Those looking to be inspired,
Will feel encouraged.
Feeling to be freed of making excuses,
Brings them peace.
I don't make excuses.
My flaws are for anyone to see.
I do not write to keep them hidden.
Nor do I flaunt my power.
Everything here,
Is in its right perspective.
And I've known that...
For quite awhile now!
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Gaping Holes
A single thread of illness,
One has in mind...
And accepted over time,
Will eventually fray what has been sewn...
To be shown and detected as problematic.
But the effects overwhelmingly seen...
Will never correct or mend,
Those gaping holes...
In a family of assorted fabrics.
All waited too late to make attempts...
Pretending a nonexistence in its making,
Had begun a slow unravelling.
Thinking the occurrence of this illness,
Was something to dismiss.
However,
Allowing just one piece of thread...
To pull them 'consciously' apart,
Becomes apparently obvious when viewed...
In the most inappropriate of places.
As this illness decays with intention.
'Wait a minute!
So what I had been told,
Was not true? '
~What you had been 'told' to believe,
Never existed.~
'Well...
How did all of this begin? '
~That should be easy for anyone to detect,
NOW.
A squeaking wheel ignored claiming to be victimized,
Has a way of getting louder and louder...
With a gaining of momentum as time goes on.
And all knew from the beginning,
Where the noise was coming from.~
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Who Eventually Pays For This?
If it was that simple...
Why the need,
For a depth of explanation?
Or one's lost of breath,
To add sensation?
Who eventually pays for this?
And at whose expense,
Are minds finding this time to waste.
'We'll exclude yours as moments of waste!
Since whatever it is results in your deduced reasoning process.
And has attracted your 'pro-rated' analysis.
So at least something of an exchange has been to your benefit! '
Thank you.
I am 'almost' impressed.
But I am not here to review my clarity!
'Then why bother?
It is obvious your needs,
Have been identified.
And are not here to be pleased! '
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
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And yet We Sit in Accepted Procrastination
The time we are given to do what it is,
Seems...
Isn't enough.
It does not seem enough.
The time we are given to do those things,
We wish for us someday would bring...
To appear as if through the thinnest of air.
Seems...
Isn't enough.
For us it just doesn't seem enough.
And yet we sit in accepted procrastination.
Hesitating with that time we get...
To make excuses,
For not doing that what is wished.
Or making plans to have it fit,
With that time given,
To allow it.
The time we are given to do what it is,
Seems...
Isn't enough.
It does not seem enough.
But a wasting of it many do not admit.
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