Something omitted not admitted
Situations that come to occur,
In people's lives
Do not stir,
Without an initiation that began with reason.
There is something omitted not admitted,
To those kinds of discreeted deceiving acts.
And for anyone to proclaim,
A lack of knowledge
Attached to that which happens to them,
With a declaration of their innocence?
Keep an eye on them.
They will make other outrageous claims.
With a tinge of victimization added.
And
Well,
A routine with a familiar pattern
Begins to become noticeably repetitious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Familiar Stitch
There are people everyday,
Who make false claims.
Putting the blame for something done,
On someone else.
To then pretend their complete innocence.
A pattern develops.
And this is witnessed.
With false claims made to damage others...
Eventually admitted.
After a pattern sewn...
Shows a too familiar stitch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ingenuous
It is extremely ingenuous,
To make false statements about another.
Behind one's back.
Then to contradict with a love for someone,
Mentioned to ensure the validity of a lie told.
And in some environments that is easy to do.
To guaranteed an empathy given is received.
While another is perceived not to be appreciative.
Oh,
People use all kinds of tactics...
To display themselves innocently victimized.
And they are the main ones...
Doing any kind of victimization done.
Deceiving with sincerity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Familiar Routine
Why have I stopped a familiar routine?
I began to notice,
How others became annoyed with it.
Believing I had nothing else to do,
But to offer them my assistance...
As if I had something to prove.
And after eliminating a familiar routine,
As a practice to be involved...
With a contribution of a doing of things,
I decided my own happiness would benefit...
From the more time I now give to it.
With a doing of that I have yet to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If A Needed Must To Have Is Trusted
When one begins to establish a history
One's choice to be deceiving,
Does not mean those activities go unseen...
To be disbelieved.
When one begins to establish a history,
Misdeeds like these...
Clarifies one's identity.
Packaged within an unmistakable personality!
And why this is a mystery to one so obvious,
Can not be explained.
Even though a pattern has been created,
That maintains its sameness.
When one begins to establish a history
One's choice to be deceiving,
Does not mean those activities go unseen...
To be disbelieved.
And accepting environment,
Has a way of making anything tolerated!
Even one's disgust becomes tradition.
As if a needed must to have is trusted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real Men
The real men today are not recognized,
For who they are.
In fact,
Those who are real men today...
Are despised for who they are.
And barred from getting their just 'do'...
And attention.
A working man who does what he can,
And without complaint as he does this...
To provide for his family.
Is rare!
And hardly seen.
A devoted husband and family man,
Is not given credit at all...
For standing tall.
As other 'men' shy away from being accountable.
While away busying themselves...
Leisurely making excuses,
To play all kinds of self obsessed, seducing 'ball'.
You name it!
There will be something entertaining,
And selfish attached to it!
And 'these' are the 'real' men...
Cheating women bar hop,
To pick and lay up with.
As they both trade their self respect,
For two minutes of unsatisfying...
Discreeted, deceiving, disease spreading sex!
The real men today are not recognized,
For who they are.
In fact,
Those who are real men today...
Are despised for who they are.
And barred from getting their just 'do'...
And attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes All Kinds Of People
Roy orbison/mike curb
Man by himself lives in a world a world of his own
But theres no one who can live in the world all alone
For it takes all kinds of people
It doesnt matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
The good, the bad, and everyone
On the way up, a man can walk over his friends
What goes up comes down
One day he may need them again
For it takes all kinds of people
It doesnt matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
The good, the bad, and everyone
Therell come the day when everyone passes him by
What will he say when nobody answers his cry?
That it takes all kinds of people
It doesnt matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
It may take some time
But each man will find
That he needs all kinds of people
That he must believe in people
Yes it takes all kinds of people
To make a world
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Outrageous
Outrageous, outrageous
(they say) Im outrageous
Its the rage
Im gonna wear what I will and spend some
And I will be dress to kill dontcha know
And when the lights come up
Im ready Im ready
To put on a show with class
And if I clash its cause I want to
What a show and I want everyone to know
Theyre gonna fly up, get an eyeful
Everything thats craved from me
Im gonna be, Im gonna be outrageous
Outrageous
(they say) Im outrageous
Its the rage its the rage
With my long black hair hanging way down to my
Ask me no questions and Ill tell you no lies
Dont tell me what to do dont tell me what to be
See I dont trust anybody elses traits about make-up and me
Well in my show I let everything go
Is what you want is whatcha wanna see from me
But when the curtain comes down
And youre on your way back home
I change into my jeans that are split at the seam
I grab my funky black jacket and make quite a racket
You drive like youre an outlaw
Cause everything thats craved from me
Im gonna be, Im gonna be outrageous
So outrageous
Im outrageous honey yes a rage
Its the rage
Outrageous, outrageous
Im outrageous
Its the rage its a rage
Outrageous, outrageous
They say Im outrageous
song performed by by Cher
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Curious
Welcome to the great unknown
Take a journey into the O zone
Feed your fire, feel the burn
And I'm learning the thing that you learn
Let's play the game
And I'm sure that you'll be so glad that you came
You never know till you let go
And discover your potential
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
When you jump right in
This is the end, let's begin
Lose your fear like you're shedding your skin
Nothing's lost when all is won
So I'm do all the things that you done
Feel the sound
And try to write a simple rhyme of spinning round
Before I leave, you ought to know
The more you scream, the faster that you go
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
Free up your inside
You're gonna like what you will find
You're never gonna know until you try
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
When you jump right in
There's nothing wrong with being curious
Adventurous
Step out of your mind
If something inside makes you curious
Then free it up
Initiation begins
When you jump right in
song performed by by Holly Valance
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Protesting In The Nonsense Called Denial
Like it to accept or not,
But those sharing deceits...
Are people of equal mentalities.
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.
And those looking for physical differences,
To live one step above the other...
Forget,
On which common soil...
There is a placing of similar footsteps.
With the going through the same process.
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.
And to make accusations they do,
That are seen to be reflected and familiar...
Only upsets the ones refusing to see themselves.
And those who refuse to see themselves,
Are all over the place...
Protesting in the nonsense called denial.
And...
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving The People Thoroughly Confused
Remember in times of innocence,
How easy it was to accuse others...
Of being mean and indifferent.
And those who did this,
Had been secretly deceiving...
While receiving and pocketing benefits?
Well...
Today those same people,
With the use of familiar tactics...
Have been accusing those,
Who have chosen to expose them...
Of being dishonest,
By revealing the facts!
With an incorporating of truth,
To attack them with that.
Leaving the people thoroughly confused,
As to why something 'new' should be NOW introduced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Kinds Of People
Theres a time for love, and a time for healing
You cant go back and undo whats been done
Word of mouth, time is revealing
Just how far weve let this kingdom come
Hand in hand, were finding our way
And today is just tomorrows yesterday
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Yeahhhh
A kiss of life, and the hand of faith
A boy grows up into his fathers son
And he learns to love, hes been taught to hate
To carry on the way it has been done
All our lives its debts to repay
And then someday we can put the past away
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Yeahhhh
In a moment, things can change
One look behind and its never the same
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
(all kinds of people of people in this world)
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Morning Innocence
Morning Innocence
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction
Its only life and love that
we want to know about
For that’s all we should know
Contemplations of death and destruction
Is just a waste of our breath
and a waste of our tears
Yet some may still wonder
'What is `Morning Innocence`? '
It’s the knowledge of knowing nothing
As children or as we wake up
Death, pain, and hatred are never
the first thing on our minds
This is Morning Innocence
Be it the beginning of our lives
or the beginning of our day
We know nothing...
Yet time passes we lose this
Morning Innocence
Even if it’s hours or years
We start to realize
All the death, pain, and destruction
That shall one day consume our lives
However, to the end of our day(s)
as a reflection of our souls
We accept it as it comes along
We’re brilliant...
We know everything there is to know
We know what is soon to come
Because this Morning Innocence
is no longer a factor in our lives
No more knowledge...
We’ve been exposed to it all
and yet we’re still being exposed
There’s ten million ways to die
and the number keeps growing
and now - we no longer have
our Morning Innocence
to protect us.
poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco
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Outrageous
My situation never changes - or very little
My little world -- my little world--is due for a shakeup
Or a shakedown would be acceptable
And I cant understand--cant understand
Why people think Im so respectable
I believe, I believe, I believe
Outrageous, outrageous, outrageous
Outrageous things are gonna happen to me
Theyre gonna happen to the other side
Theyre gonna happen to somebody
Its gonna happen to the kids to the people next door
And it really isnt funny
And I said my situation never changes
But Im not too sure
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That somethings gonna happen real soon (something scary)
I know, I know, I know
Outrageous, outrageous, outrageous
Outrageous things are gonna happen to me
Theyre gonna happen to me.
Everywhere I go--outrageous
Everything I see
Everytime I talk--outrageous
Im gettin into trouble
Open my big mouth--outrageous
Words keep fallin out
Open my big mouth--outrageous
Now Im in trouble
I believe, I believe, I believe
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The Difference
I can have wisdom AND knowledge,
With proof to show I do.
And be willing to volunteer my time away,
To those disrespecting I had valuable information,
That could benefit their lives.
And not ask from them a single dime.
I could be that person with no knowledge at all.
Had no wisdom to speak of and no time to volunteer.
But...
If I had made a name for myself,
And made 'claims' of my abilities.
With my name bright up in lights for all to see them flash,
People would flock to pay to see me.
And the doing of that may not be beneficial to them,
A bit.
But just to say they witnessed it.
The difference?
Someone who makes claims,
And has established a name...
With no wisdom to share proving knowledge is there,
Would be more respected to those not receiving benefit,
Than the one having what they need.
Why?
People have become more impressed,
By those addressing pretentions.
Than they are receiving opportunities,
Handed to them for free to meet their needs...
By those who do not impress them with image.
And those with image they seek to pay huge sums,
To get nothing for them done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lack Of Knowledge
For the lack of knowledge my people perish,
And one cuts a tree and decorate it;
But my people want it so.
Oh yes, for the writers of old had falsified the truth and,
Many do run for it like the madness of war on this earth.
Do you know Zeus of Olympics?
Today we have Olympic Games and many are yet to learn.
You've got the machinery and I've got the words so,
Without my words you cannot print out thr books;
So, i don't see why why i should pay you money to be published.
Come to Africa and do see things for yourself,
Come and let us also teach you what are not in your books;
For lack of knowledge my people do perish.
Come and learn from us too,
It is like our lives all day long with all the raw materials;
These are your wants so do pay for them,
Like the sugar needed in tea for one to drink.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Devoted To A Going Through Of The Motions
Is it in the routine shown,
That I believe I am and get favor...
From a 'deity' I wish to impress.
Because of the ritual of the act,
I address as told is expected...
To achieve the best affect.
Or is it my expectation that I receive it,
As I acknowledge my ability to forgive...
To others with proclamations stated,
That I am chosen and highly favored...
Since I am devoted,
To a going through of the motions.
And to do this I am,
With all of the artifacts adorned and attached...
With a flaunting of it to ensure they are seen,
By others familiar with going through the same routine.
And I can redeem myself while passing judgement,
On others anytime I choose and wish.
No matter how artificial the entire process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Don't Possess The Balls!
Many make false claims,
To sensationalize their own lives.
They use others as decoys,
To hide and mask their own insecurities.
With backstabbings.
Character assassinations.
Malicious gossip and innuendo.
And familiar deceit and lies!
People like you and me,
Are singled out and victimized.
Why?
Because that is easier for someone to do,
When they don't possess the balls!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Know?
When looking through the dark, tinge of light,
When looking through the light, tinge of dark,
When piercing through the heart, tinge of hurt,
When brain storming session, tinge of intelligence,
Those who writes a riddle, should know the answer,
Those who do the research, should know the hypothesis,
Those who work in the restaurant, should know to serve,
Those who represent the people, should know the misery,
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Defenselessness Of It Admitted
When I was 'in' innocence,
I allowed curiosity to tease me away from it.
And each step taken,
Led me deeper to feed my unrest.
My innocence became neglected.
And now with memories of it...
I wish the innocence I had,
But left...
Was kept more protected.
And decadence less a taste I tested.
When I was 'in' innocence,
I wish I had recognized its power.
Now I am offended,
By my defenselessness of it admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Magic Wand Of The Too Familiar
it happens all the time
the most familiar things and events and people
come daily and they become so ordinary
and then
you wonder
somehow
something
unfamiliar begins to strike you
making some furrows in your face
it becomes magical
a wand of the familiar
turns you into a prince
a sword is handed to you
a horse for you to mount
upon
a heart that begins its journey
on some adventures
that were there once
in your youth
you become alive
then the world changes its colors
and you realize
you never notice
something had long been put here
how foolish you have been
for not noticing such a familiar thing?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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