Someone Influential
Three piece suited and tied crooks,
Are becoming too comfortable
Wearing flip flops with sox...
And getting breakfast, lunch and dinner too,
With cable nonstop
Behind bars for executive crimes!
They don't mind sweeping cell blocks with mops.
Or chatting around the clock,
About the dirty cops who stopped them,
To pocket hush money for their silence!
These are the days...
Hoodlums are being paid,
And treasures are being stashed...
As the middle class pays up the ass
To conceal these vermin,
Doing 'rehabilitated' time
Behind barbed wire...
Safe and secure in concrete condos!
Undeterred and being nourished.
And when these thieves are released...
They are booked again!
But this time,
They preach on stages in forums
On how they have paid the price,
For sacrificing their freedom...
To thunderous applause and standing ovations!
As chauffeurs await to whisk them away,
To negotiate with agents
Over book deals and movie rights to consider!
And these messages are delivered to our youth!
'Stay in school!
And one day you too...
May meet someone influential! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Paid The Price
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Well Im sick and tired
Of your alibis,
And your indiscreet lies
Just wont get you by,
Over and over and over and over again.
And your family,
Your forced superiority,
Your azure delusions of grandeur,
Are gonna cut you free,
Over and over and over and over again.
Youre as cold as ice.
Ahh, youre not miss nice,
And I paid the price.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.
And up and down, round, round you go,
But you know one monkey
Dont stop no show.
Its plain to see
Youre in need of help,
But I just cant go on
And whip myself
Over and over and over, over again.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
You know, I paid the price.
Ahh, youre not miss nice.
Youre as cold as ice,
And I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.
And I just wanna know
Whos your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
Whos your angel.
{backup singers} [i paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[i paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (? ? )
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[i paid the price.]
Oh, youre as
Cold as ice,
And youre not miss nice,
And Ive definitely
Paid the price.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Barbed Wire Fences
Barbed wire fences
And chains around the heart
In the grind
Of the circle called life
On and on we go
Around a meaningless show
Where does thou stop
One does not know
Yet we slave on
To be free
Yet what defines freedom
And what is this bond
Or bondages unbound
Freedom is not
Or is Freedom a knot
Tied to barbed wire fences
Where we live in the luxury of nothing
And call it freedom profound
We are but fools
With existences defined
Around are the barbed wire fences
And the joys of it abound.
poem by Ayan excalibur
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Suited To Be Tied
In time,
All crimes...
Expose themselves,
For what they are.
No matter how small.
Or notorious!
Clouds shading Sun,
To hide and protect what has been done,
Come to light!
Eventually.
And injustices committed,
Are lifted to acquit.
Sometimes with a reluctance,
Expressed on faces of sickness.
And those suited and tied,
AND tried for their criminalities...
Discover,
They have been uncovered...
Indeed!
And found suited,
And tied.
Confirmed and confined,
To spend much time...
Locked behind bars,
For their misdeeds!
And dressed in inmate fashion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Better At The Buttom
I'm just a flip-flops,
A really cute one,
& you're just normal,
that everyone has.
I am just lying,
but I wish its true,
for me to be a flip-flops,
A really cute one.
I wish you know
Why I'm doing this poem.
For you to be touched,
Throughout your life.
In your every single-step,
You improve a lot.
I'm just a flip-flops
that supports you a lot.
Continue your dreams,
take me as your mentor.
I'm just a flip-flops
And I wish it's true
poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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Time
Where dose time really go once it has past
Time is time
Is there such a thing as bad timing
Why dose it fly when were having fun
And slow down when we want it to fly
Can you answer me
Can you tell me why
Dose time stand still
Time waits for no one
Travel in time machine
Dose time ever take time out
Time rules the world
From the time we raise to the time we sleep
We are paid for our
WE pay to use someone else's time
So time is money really
Time we spend together
A life time
We use time reading the times or time magazine
Can you tell me the time please
How many times would that have been said
Lunch time dinner time
My time your time
Your wasting time your wasting my time
Killing time i don't think so
We are running out of time
Race against time
loosing time
Making up for lost time
A bit of overtime
Time to go
De-Mystified
Demystified are these days now existing.
Coming to pry closed eyes open.
Abruptly to startle without finesse!
Demystified are these days now existing.
Many are surprised,
By the turn of events!
While those of fading power,
Scurry to seek shelter...
In their final hour.
Feel pushed up against,
Thick concrete walls...
Trying to avoid,
Being locked up behind...
Razor sharpened,
Barbed wire fences!
And still they search for excuses,
To relieve themselves from their blatant abuses...
And evidence of their offenses.
Inhumane they have been!
These misdeeds should get them lynched!
When secrets kept...
Find them inept!
But they create defenses 'still',
To hide behind lies in an overkill.
With attempts to deny and convince,
The laws in place...
Are to be changed; erased, replaced!
There are no boundaries set...
To limit their disgraces.
Touched by mental ills!
And those believed blinded,
By their dose of crimes ungrounded.
Rejoice when the time comes...
When these crooks are finally confined,
For their atrocities done!
And demystifying a reach for peace...
These thieves enjoyed,
Decreasing in pieces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Me Just Leave Me Alone
I saw you standing there
Barbed wire in your pocket (Someone's brain popped as)
You were combing barbed wire through your hair
You thought I didn't notice
The skin on your teeth had a tear
To make me notice you started to shout
Then you and all your midgets (Then you and your munchkins)
Started flapping your tiny arms all about
They said you were the wise man
When did they teach wise men to pout?
I tried to forget you
But you tied bells to your name
???
??? spread in your face
I tried to be unlovable (I'm trying to be unlovable)
Why couldn't you do the same?
What's the matter?
Did your love need a home?
Alright then
Love me just leave me alone
(Love me just leave me alone)
(You thought all the curiosity...)
Your mother was a wolf bite
Your daddy was a cigarette
Your brother was a rose bud
Cross breath like a car wreck
Your sister was a stockbroker
But you - you ain't nothing but a turtleneck
You were standing there hypnotized
In the middle of the street
You had iron butterflies as kisses
You had gold dust in your teeth
You use one eye as a hostage
The other eye to stab your own meat
But your mind is a circle
But it clings to straight lines
Your arms are like corset strings
They only know how to find
Linens are adorable
Why don't you try it sometime
What's the matter
Did your love need a home?
Alright then
Love me just leave me alone
It's not your little boy's mind
It's not your little boy's mind
It's those big boy hands when I'm no longer there
Well
song performed by by Jewel from This Way
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Illegal Business
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal Business controls America
One afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezing cold
He was standing on the block
Sellin' cheeba
Mixin' dimes
Sayin' a rhyme
Just to pass the time
The cops passed by
But he stayed calm
'Cause the leather trench coat
Was keepin' him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself
They look like they know me
They drove away
But he didn't stay
He jumped in the cab
And he paid his tab
But guess who he saw
When he hit the block
It was the same cop car
The same two cops
They jumped out quick
They pulled a gun
They said
song performed by by Boogie Down Productions
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Prayer
God, I need a job because I need money.
Here the world is, enjoyable with whiskey,
women, ultimate weapons, and class!
But if I have no money, then my wife
gets mad at me, I can’t drink well,
the armed oppress me, and no boss
pays me money. But when I work,
Oh I get paid!, the police are courteous,
and I can have a drink and breathe air.
I feel classy. I am where the arms are.
The wife is wife in deed. The world
is interesting!, except I have to be
indoors all day and take shit, and make
weapons to kill outsiders with. I miss
the air and smell that paid work stinks
when done for someone else’s profit, so I quit,
enjoy a few flush days in air, drunk, then
I need a job again. I’m caught in a steel cycle.
poem by Alan Dugan
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If I Can Not Fight With Pen
If I can not fight with pen,
And motivate you to curtail your woes...
And wickedness,
Then by all means...
Proceed with your thieving ways.
If I can not convince...
Then the power of my pen,
Is meaningless!
**LOL**
'Are you serious?
Shakespeare...
We are hoodlums,
Crooks.
Lowlife common thieves.
What makes you believe,
We do not enjoy this?
Now...
What I will recommend,
Is that you step aside before we break your nose.
With a 'Wherefore art thou, knockout! '
You got that? '
Hey...
I just thought I'd try something fresh.
You know...
A different approach?
To do as much as I can,
To aid the end of the cycle of crime.
'Oh yeah?
Well you came close to getting pistol whipped.
Now get out of the way...
With a good 'adieu' and safe passage.'
You sound like you know a little bit about Shakespeare?
'Man,
I've got a Doctorate degree from Harvard.
And you've got a pen to try to convince me,
Times have change!
I know about that.
Now scat...
Unless you want to duel? '
**LOL**
'You with 'pen'?
And me with... gun and bul-lays.'
**LOL**
'Come on guys.
Who knew this would turn out to be comedy night.'
~Did you see the ruffled shirt,
And those knickers that guy was wearing?
I know I shouldn't have smoked that joint.~
**LOL**
'Come on.
Let's get out of here before the cops find us.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Nine Minutes
(tim douglas/billy crain/tim beppert)
(track 2 - time 3:10)
Six thirty in the morning
Im in the middle of the sweetest dream
When I hear that clock calling me
I wrestle with the feeling
That the days starting way too soon
I hit the button just to buy a little time
To keep you in these arms of mine
For another nine minutes
Let the world stop
Steal a few moments from this old clock
cause this is my dream and I want to stay in it
For another nine minutes
I love the way the sunlight
Dances on your perfect skin
Girl, I wish this night would never end
But we gotta get moving
Cant eat if we dont get paid
But I got us a better idea
Lets pull up the covers and stay right here
For another nine minutes
Let the world stop
Steal a few moments from this old clock
cause this is my dream and I want to stay in it
For another nine minutes
I hit the button just one more time
To keep you in these arms of mine
For another nine minutes
Let the world stop
Steal a few moments from this old clock
cause this is my dream and I want to stay in it
For another nine minutes
Let the world wait
Whose gonan care if were a little bit late
This is my dream and I want to stay in it
song performed by by Yankee Grey
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Daddy oh Daddy... Mummy Where Are You?
'A teenagers life as the dark shadows hover around her'
Daddy oh daddy...mum where are you?
...I wanted to do so much for you...just for you two
To a strange land i came just to be an asset to you
I hang down my head 'alone' as the axe comes through.....
She could have been a beauty queen.....
In the land of the earthly luxurious green!
My heart and mind with thoughts feelings in confusion do collide;
At what some parents do for an easy grand luxurious ride.....
Am now left with heart rending pain unexplainable feelings of nausea
As sounds all drown at the foolish parents and their unacceptable flaw
Hearing impaired, as it brings torment double trouble, deadly fear
Sadly these games some parents play for their days to steer cheer
Leaves a youth alone...'standing terrified' in MAYBE a death row
Darkness surrounding, hopes dimmed as the time..nearer it grows
In silence we pray to God for this soul so young immature and innocent
Who pays a price as to her 'duty by parents' she blindly lovingly lent
Greed for money poverty stricken she was sent to meet their needs
And to Hisotry she enters as a heartless careless a dark breed
A baby to NURSE, a motherly place to take, a change of 'age' they make
Expereince nil, limits unknown, the baby chokes to a never EVER AWAKE
Her youthful precious mind so naive she entered that errornous zone
A deadly crime, blood for blood her future was fatal she now moans
As she hangs her head down and cries, her family, the agents, hands tied
She is in the land of the sand dunes as she cease to be, a lesson to many who lied
The law of the land the parents agents as Muslims they obviously knew understood
But matters not, the wallets need to be filled for a prosperous fantasy mood.....
I wonder what the agents have to say as this young one now destroyed forever more
How do they walk while an innocent life is beyond repair and maybe soon no more!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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I wish this were a sacrifice time
I wish this were a sacrifice time
a flaten tin cans and bind up paper time
a Cub scout drive time
A Spitfire and Helldiver time
An “excess profits tax” time
an everybody works time
A kapoc time to pick the milkwood
Like then, the lights are turning out
all over the world
it's just about as bad.
The bodies are turning up,
it's just that professionals are being paid
to do any sacrificing that's “voluntary”.
Instead of 'WE'RE SACRIFICING' like then
it's WE'RE BEING SACRIFICED.
poem by David P Williams
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Sixteen Days To Go
Six months ago, I booked a flight
to visit a classmate and an online friend.
Slowly my wife and I got together
everything we needed to take.
We paid no heed to time
as the months melted away.
Our lives carried on as normal
with all its ups and downs
and steadily time moved on
not noticed by us
as we immersed ourselves in what we did.
Suddenly we stopped and realized
just how far time had moved on.
Panic then set in when we realized
just how much more we had to do
and there was only 16 days to go.
21 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Man In The Middle
Did you see that man in the limousine
With a pretty blond, he is fifty and the girls only seventeen
But she doesnt care, and she never will
If hes ninety-five she dont give a damn
Just as long as he pays the bill
Did you see that man with a fat cigar
He just left his lunch with a belly full of lobster and caviar
He can choose the wine from a vintage year
He can drink champagne in his limousine
While the rest of us drink a beer
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
But you see that man made a big mistake
Even though hes got all his servants and a mansion beside a lake
And the money too, all that he can spend
He can buy the most, nearly anything
But he cant buy an honest friend
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
song performed by by ABBA
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What Price
What price peace n' freedom?
How much will we endure?
To keep from losing forever
what others suffered for.
Ask first the loved ones
of warriors who went away.
The price they paid as well.
Fearing death's visit day by day.
Consider then those brave ones.
Who without question stepped forward.
Defied and defeated evil's challenge.
Peace n' freedom their only reward.
What price peace n' freedom?
Does the yield equal the demand?
Are we willing to pay the fare.
To keep oppression from our land?
Let us remember well
when these ideals we abuse.
If we are not prepared to pay.
These treasures we shall lose.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Stay In Touch
This is really something
People will be envious
But our roles arent clear
So we musnt rush
Still, were burning brightly
Clinging like fire to fuel
Im grinning like a fool
Stay in touch
We should stay in touch
Oh! stay in touch
In touch
Part of this is permanent
Part of this is passing
So we must be loyal and wary
Not to give away too much
Til we build a firm foundation
And empty out old habits
Old habits
Stay in touch
We should stay in touch
Oh! stay in touch
In touch
During times like these
The wise or influential
They can bear the imperfections
They can keep the money
No doubt about it
No doubt thats essential
No doubt thats always been a tricky one for me
So, we should just surrender
Let fate and duty shape us
Let light hearts remake us
Let the worries hush
In the middle of this continent
In the middle of our time on earth
We perceive one another
Stay in touch
We should stay in touch
Oh! stay in touch
In touch
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Counting Dollars Clocked For My Efforts
I've heard it said,
But not as often these days.
How I had it made.
And others 'have' to work.
Although today,
There is an economic crisis.
And many passing their judgements,
Are not so free to critique.
With a shutting done of their lips.
And I use to let these comments upset.
But I stopped recently to think to myself...
They could not be referring to me.
Because I've been working all my life.
Doing things that I like.
And not having the benefit to call in sick.
None of which,
Affords me the time to sit doing nothing.
Or to complain to anyone,
About getting no pay!
As they...
Those in positions to complain AND get paid,
Take money and run on their pay day.
With the doing of one thing most of their lives.
And have the time to mind someone else's business!
Well...
With many today hoping those pink slips given,
From them look the other way!
And if I wished to have a position like that,
I wouldn't be spending sleepless nights...
Toiling as I do something I like.
I'd be spending time entertaining myself.
Or find the time to dine.
Ruining my diet with an unnecessary appetite.
Sitting to gossip about someone's life.
And here I am after many years...
Without the benefit,
Of lunch breaks and two weeks of paid vacations.
While doing fourty five minutes of daily labor!
To then say how easy someone else has it!
Don't we all make choices?
I can't be the only one who remembers this!
So fortunate I am to count my blessings.
Even though there has been times I wished,
I was counting dollars clocked for my efforts.
I'd have a condo on Jupiter by now!
But...
God has my back.
And so grateful I am for that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Money
Money money money
Everybody wants some
No money church can't run
Money for this
Money for that
No life without it
Can't sleep
She says hell
In this house
If she don't get it!
Before you get paid
Taxman grab it
Buy something
He grab it again
When money pressure hit
You cannot afford to get sick
Doctors want some
And if you dead without it
You will not be buried
Not even in the sticks
Money money money
It's like blood
It's the way world runs
Need money for food
Need money for fun
If you have no money
Blood a go run
Man join the army
To get some of it
Would be alive
If he had it
Money money money
Where is the money?
Have to get money
Before the day is done
Donkey cough
When you are broke
No money
Donkey don't eat
Everything stops
Earth can't turn
Have to have money
Even some to burn
Money money money
Where did it go?
Pocket is empty
And I just got paid
Maybe my woman took it
Thought I had it made
Thought I had a hundred
But I don't have twenty
Now I am in trouble
I have to leave yard
But I can't leave
If I don't have any
What a thing this is
Money! money! money!
Eh!
12/4/09
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Tongue Tied
Before I spoke
Your voice was moving here
The water safe
This way
That way
I feel his thoughts
Your choice
It's all there
There comes a time to find
Piece of mind
Take some time to let go
'Cos I wanna know
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
So tongue tied
But I want you by my side
And I wait
And I wait here for a while
Just to see your smile
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
The day I mean
A sign a world too
To get you back in mine
For a time
The cloudy phase
But I do wanan hear from you
The only one to feel
In a here
You have a mind of your own
And I wanan know
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
So tongue tied
But I want you by my side
And I wait
And I wait here for a while
Just to see your smile
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
We appear there is fear
Be right here
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
So tongue tied
But I want you by my side
And I wait
And I wait here for a while
Just to see your smile
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
song performed by by Holly Valance
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