Someone Needs to Inform Them
Personally...
I find it quite awkward,
To have them standing on the sidelines
Discussing the decline of their quality of life!
And now they come into the urban areas,
Looking for artists to disguise their vacancies.
This is what they do...
'To connect'.
I didn't mind it at all when the call was specifically,
To throw some paint on the empty buildings!
But now they want their faces painted to disguise their tears?
And all of this could have been avoided,
If they did not masquerade as they climbed up the ladder...
To shout out directions to those below them.
With the utmost disrespect.
Now they are trying to pretend they were on the look out.
And want to share in artistic profits,
By declaring finder's fees?
They are absolutely gifted in manipulation.
But this time they will have to suffer the consequences,
Of their actions.
And someone needs to inform them...
That the wearing of clown suits in the urban neighborhoods,
Is not a wise decision.
They have been living in isolation so long...
They actually believe some folks will accept them,
As performers from a circus coming to town?
This is not the time to take themselves so seriously!
And those they wish to entertain now...
With this 'sign' of brotherhood,
Are probably not going to find them amusing at all!
Especially when everyone knows,
These same antics were used to speed the decline!
They were dressed like fools.
And that's the way they were treated!
However...
Personally,
I find it quite awkward...
That they would try to ruin my reputation.
To have me appear to be stupid.
And they go to great lengths,
To appear as bigger fools!
Are they in competition to determine,
'Who' is the most ignorant?
I hope not.
Because they have won that,
With no objection expressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The World Of Adulthood
Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Find themselves wishing to undo...
What it is they have done they do,
Once to them it has been acknowledged...
Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Have lost all credibility...
In the world of adulthood,
Where children dressed 'as' adults...
Are not allowed to impress,
With a childish foolishness to be accepted.
'Comeon!
You can't take a joke? '
~I use to accept fools with a suffering done...
Of their antics too.
At one time.
But a seriousness of my life,
And in my mind...
Seemed to have overnight,
Risen to the top of my priority list.
And adults who are mature,
Are the only folks I wish to deal with.
And they today appear difficult to find.
Call it...
A plateau of maturity reached.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honor of Deed
Raised to place their values in 'things'.
And the superficialness of looks,
With the best of false pretensions.
Very few of them have sacrificed their lives,
In the honor of deed.
Without proceeding that 'development'
With the asking for payment,
Or if an hourly fee for their activity was involved.
None would find time available.
If certain desires are not met.
And the few who are...
Available,
Busy themselves for critique,
And fashion!
AND may spend all day perfecting the 'look'!
As if in ceremony.
To welcome their own 'gorgeousness'.
No one would roll up their sleeves.
To sweat for free and purpose?
Even though the act of that,
Would aid in their survival!
These folks would rather be clothed...
Dressed to 'the nines'.
Seen strolling on urban streets looking healthy and 'fine'.
Or at least giving that perception.
Although in reality...
Many thought it distasteful to share.
Or beg for anything to eat!
If that was not done...
Like everthing done they do,
In discreet!
Note:
Dressed to the 'nines' was an expression
said in 'the day' when Black folks, Negroes...
African Americans, if you will, would dress
as if to impress and flaunt their looks. Primarily
in urban centers. Saving their best attire for Sunday.
In a respect that has drastically diminished over the years.
Today...
More are concerned with babysitting idealogies of the past.
As if not to offend the existence of disrespect.
With a condoned neglect and an acceptance of ignorance!
Of course this is an opinion...
many can not seem to erase from the 'clarity' of observation!
As well as other tragic signs of those living in denial.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Would Hate to Ruin My Reputation
Why don't you see me hanging in the streets?
Or at the local clubs,
Milling through a crowd of people...
With a drink or two,
And having small talk with those I meet.
Why don't you see me socializing,
And sitting around?
Discussing who is still living.
And who has moved out of town?
And when you do see me...
I appear to have peace of mind,
With no complaints to share.
Or fresh gossip to spare to toss around.
Why is it that I seem to have something to do...
And less time to find to moan and whine?
I don't know!
I've heard I am crazy!
Lazy and unmotivated!
I hope that's what you've heard too.
I would hate to ruin my reputation.
It would be devastating for me,
To discover that wasn't true!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This They Wish to Insist
Please tell me this isn't true?
No one takes pride in being ignorant!
Submersed in those ignorant things they say and do.
Do they knowingly accept,
An incorrectness they perfect?
And if they do,
How far will they get?
When already they display,
Such a stupidness in disarray.
Please tell me this isn't true?
No one takes pride in being ignorant,
Submersed in those ignorant things they say and do.
And if this is true...
That deadend ahead is no accident?
It was an intention meant?
To experience what?
And to enlighten who?
If fools can be this wise...
Wouldn't it have been more feasible,
To spend less on clown makeup...
And have done the same thing,
To produce efforts...
More collectively economized?
Or...
Do they feel,
Those who 'are' wise should be taught lessons?
And this they wish to insist,
They are the ones better qualified...
With no one to argue how they go about it.
And being in disguise,
Allows them to go effectively undetected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its A Heartache
(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Its a heartache, nothing but a heartache
Hits you when its too late, hits you when youre down
Its a fools game, nothing but a fools game
Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown
Its a heartache, nothing but a heartache
Love him till your arms break, then hell let you down
It aint right with love to share
When you find he doesnt care for you
It aint wise to need someone as much as I depended on you
Oh, its heartache, nothing but a heartache
Hits you when its too late, hits you when youre down
Its a fools game, nothing but a fools game
Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown
It aint right with love to share
When you find he doesnt care for you
It aint wise to need someone as much as I depended on you
Oh, its a heartache, nothing but a heartache
You love him till your arms break, then hell let you down
Its a fools game, nothing but a fools game
Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Ship Of Fools
Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,
Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.
I wont slave for beggars pay, likewise gold and jewels,
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin of the boat,
And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I wont leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Dont lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Find Me A Family
I take my life one day at a time
So many dreams that come and go in my mind
Is this a new beginning a time when fools are winning
Everybody needs something to believe
The world we see is changing so fast
No guarantees how long does a feeling last
One look can tell a story
My future's waiting for me
Let it be with you make it all come true
And find me a family
Somewhere to go where I can belong
That special place that I can call my home
You know I'm gonna find it someday
Please let me stay
Find me a family
I gotta know that somebody cares
I need a chance I got so much to give
If you can find me a family
Find me a family
I live and hope and whisper a prayer
when I come home that you will be waiting there
It's just a breath away and all you have to say
is stay with me tonight
You know it sounds so right
chorus
Find me a family x6
song performed by by Hollies
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Fools Like Me
(written by kostas and hal ketchum)
Call me crazy, call me anything you want
I thought that we had something good
Now I find it was only in my mind
Guess I just misunderstood
It seems forever just came to an end
I thought our time had just begun
I will never really understand
Why you would turn from love and run
Fools like me, we never learn
Fools like you are never true
You go your way, baby Ill go mine
Ill go crazy like the wind
I will love you for a long, long time
Ill never have your love again
Fools like me, we never learn
Fools like you are never true
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Life’s Masquerade
Some say life’s one big parade, with many lost in a masquerade,
Living their present life trying to be, someone others want to see,
Many hiding the real person inside, behind a veil of human pride,
Maybe, they are living one big lie, never knowing the reason why.
Some people choose to just exist, living their life in a virtual mist,
Following others they don’t know, who live life like one big show,
Simply following that big crowd, usually lead by one, who’s loud,
As being loud, they do their part, influencing the misguided heart.
Many in a circus like atmosphere, know not even why they’re here,
In this life, grabbing all they can, living their life just as fallen men.
Never looking beyond this earth, for life’s meaning or life’s worth,
Duped by a master of disguise; saying worldliness is rather wise.
Men caught up in a masquerade, are in slavery to men depraved,
Masquerading about in the night, avoiding any hint of God’s light,
They’re lost, as they compromise, the only Truth to make us wise,
Men thinking that they can hide, from a Holy God, if He is denied.
They’ll continue in a masquerade, until their soul by God is saved,
To free men from all Satan’s lies, and do away with their disguise,
Giving men spiritual eyes to see, we’re here to prepare for eternity,
All to be who we are in this life, through the power of Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
Accept Yourself
Every day you must say
So, how do i feel about my life ?
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself ?
I am sick and i am dull
And i am plain
How dearly i'd love to get carried away
Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not coming true
And time is against me now...oh
Oh, who and what to blame ?
Oh, anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself, for heaven's sake ?
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Every day you must say
Oh, how do i feel about the past ?
Others conquered love - but i ran
I sat in my room and i drew up a plan
Oh, but plans can fall through (as so often they do)
And time is against me now...
And there's no-one left to blame
Oh, tell me when will you ...
When will you accept your life ?
(the one that you hate)
For anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Every day you must say
Oh, how do i feel about my shoes ?
They make me awkward and plain
How dearly i would love to kick with the fray ...
But i once had a dream (and it never came true)
And time is against me now...
Time is against me now...
And there's no one but yourself to blame
Oh, anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Anything is hard to find; for heaven's sake !
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself ?
When ?
When ?
When ?
When ?
song performed by by Smiths
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In Solitude
In solitude I remain
With absolutely nothing to gain
Perhaps in time I will be strong
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song
A solitary place
Is not where I belong
Read my lips and trace the lines on my face
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song
But social isolation
Combined with social manipulation
Places me once again in solitude
You see! Solitude is not my preferred attitude
This isn’t a journey of spiritual enlightenment
As some people might say to my resentment
But in great loneliness of this magnitude
I must find some self awareness in solitude
I must find strength and pretend
That everyone around me is my friend
To put this state of scale of elevation to an end
I must pretend, I must pretend
That even Solitude is my friend
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Removing The Grease Paint
Removing the grease paint,
From the face of any clown...
And a circus is not what first comes to mind.
Although,
Clowns determined to start their own circus...
Will find a way to do it,
With a more acceptable appearance.
And one dressed in a tailored suit,
Can achieve remarkable success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Supplied Had Been Needed
Time is too precious,
To waste it on fools!
So leave them alone.
There is nothing done they do to you,
You have to accept or condone.
Unless you find their antics attractive?
Then there is nothing to explain,
Or complain about.
Something supplied had been needed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unkind
No longer can their antics be called asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on for quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process they find,
Unkind!
No longer can their tragic deeds be of benefit.
Not when they've shot themselves in the foot...
And unaware of it!
They chose to follow a path they thought would profit them.
Only to dig deeper in regretted debt,
They now smother in.
As they swirl together in a whirpool of sins,
That shows no mercy and strangles them.
With an intention gaining the momentum and is...
Unkind!
No longer can their antics be called,
Asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on,
For quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Has created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process,
They find...
Bitter without sweeteners, angry and unkind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'll Find A Way
The promise of love
It came from my heart
Thought all that we shared
Would last forever
So where did things go wrong
What happened that made things fall apart
Why I just don't know
It's so hard to let go of someone
I used to call my own
[Chorus]
But I'll find a way
I'll get over you one day
I'll find a way
I'm gonna deal with all this pain
I'll find a way
'Cause I know that somewhere
My soul mate is waiting for me
Gonna make it through the day
I'll find a way
Silence gets so intense
Without you to share a word
I really miss your presence
This loneliness feels awkward
But I won't call you I refuse
I'd rather lay here by myself in the dark
Crying my heart out
I wish these tears could erase
All the memories of you but they can't
[Chorus]
'Cause what hurts today
In time will fade away
When you told me good-bye
I felt so betrayed
Find the courage
To move on
One day I'll replace
The precious love I lost
song performed by by Blu Cantrell from So Blu
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Little Lies
If I could turn the page
In time then Id rearrange just a day or two
Close my, close my, close my eyes
But I couldnt find a way
So Ill settle for one day to believe in you
Tell me, tell me, tell me lies
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you cant disguise
(you cant disguise, no you cant disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
Although Im not making plans
I hope that you understand theres a reason why
Close your, close your, close your eyes
No more broken hearts
Were better off apart lets give it a try
Tell me, tell me, tell me lies
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you cant disguise
(you cant disguise, no you cant disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
If I could turn the page
In time then Id rearrange just a day or two
Close my, close my, close my eyes
But I couldnt find a way
So Ill settle for one day to believe in you
Tell me, tell me, tell me lies
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you cant disguise
(you cant disguise, no you cant disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you cant disguise
(you cant disguise, no you cant disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(tell me, tell me lies)
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Result of Your Creation
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Although it has come to confront...
You rather grunt in irritation.
Nothing about its appearance,
Stirs within you a contemplation to explore...
The origin.
You rather ignore it.
Just like everything you do that is done.
Everyone has begun to notice the crumbling...
Coming to do what has to be done that stuns,
But you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor do you wish to know,
It is what you reflect and your neglect
Has left it to grow!
To bring some to weep and many to sow.
Whether or not you accept it to harvest...
Does not affect the effectiveness of the trap.
And the setting of it,
Accepted or not is too damaging for you to take back!
Turn your head on that if you will.
But it is still a result of your creation!
A devastation of a planted ignorance...
You believed would bloom into fruit you would eat!
Like quick sales of stolen goods on urban streets!
Your mindlessness comes back to defeat you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Either you are too blind...
Or being ignorant is a desire you wish,
With a hope others will find in time!
And that time is not too far from your behind.
Unfortunately...
It is your mind that has come to find these times appealing!
With every denial you bring.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish You Found the Time to Find Me
I wish you found the time to find me.
Not just to see me,
In chance encounters when we meet!
To appear out of the blue...
In such out of the way places,
To say hello when we greet!
And I...
With these deep feelings I have for you,
Sitting inside of me wishing you knew.
I wish you found the time to find me.
I wish you could witness the preparation taken,
To await your presence each time...
We catch each other by surprise.
And I find that look in your eyes,
So priceless.
'Oh hi!
It's you again!
You too.
Have a good day.'
I wish you found the time to find me,
The one to value!
The one you discover to have met,
By an accident...
That happened to have blessed,
Your life and mine.
And not just merely as an occurrence...
Of a repeated coincidence!
Planned.
But who knew...
Just how 'lucky' two like us can be?
What a karmic fate we share?
You...
And me?
Meeting like this?
Isn't it breath taking?
Would you say that to me,
I wonder?
When we cuddle and it is raining,
With lightening and thunder!
I wish you found the time to find me.
As I have found you...
Not quite yet,
To take notice of my efforts!
Perhaps I should apply the basics?
Instead of the diverse creative approach?
Yes!
I had not thought,
You may prefer the 'basic-in-my-face-stuff'.
But declaring, 'I want to jump your bones! '
May be too offensive.
Even today!
Oh...
I am getting tired of these inner monologues!
They go on and on and on and on...
And I have yet to select my disguise for tomorrow.
I wish you found the time to find me.
I am running out of ideas!
And I fear your rejection!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rainbow
I didn’t choose to love you
but I did choose to care
I wish I had my freedom
I wish life was fair
I suffer when I am without you
with you, I suffer even more
around you I cant wait to leave
Yet, I cling on to your door
I find peace in your silence
I find wisdom in your every word
I find pleasure in your voice tone
In you I find the world..
but like every time I start to fly
I fall right back down
and I long to see colours of a rainbow
to know hope is still in the sky
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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