Step Up From Imbecile
He has yet to be sworn into office.
And already they are attempting,
To hold him accountable for the affects
Of their self inflicted ills.
Like children who break their own toys...
Screaming to find someone else to blame.
And wasting time to make claims for their blunders.
With expectations to have their wishes fix,
Their selfish temper tantrum fits!
Yes he has much to do and get done quick!
Without the benefit of a magic wand,
To do the trick.
But he is the one qualified to do his best.
Since the mess he has inherited...
Has been created by others,
Who have yet to confess...
Their complete and total ineptness!
And calling them that...
Would be a step up from imbecile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick
Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.
Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.
Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Failure Factor
The failure factor,
Attacks...
Those who believe they can make mistakes.
And not hold themselves accountable.
Or own up to responsibility.
Many make claims that others are at fault.
And seek to blame them,
For showing no empathy.
Or provide them with delusions,
To ease their self inflicted sufferings.
And confronting them with a seriousness,
That has to be faced.
And this they can not take.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoping He Does Not Win
I am hoping he does not win.
He is much too good for them.
Let them continue to protest.
Stirring up division and racial unrest.
They've created their own unhappiness.
Why should he stick his neck out...
To help them rebuild their nests,
They have set,
Themselves...
To flames!
Alone.
And if he should win...
They would dump their crap on him.
Because that is what they do!
In everything done,
That they have ever pursued.
People who know this...
Know that is true.
Exchanging blame...
With accusations and false claims.
That is what they do best!
Let them clean up their own mess.
He has proven himself to be qualified.
But they should not be the ones,
On his back to ride!
They have created their own downslide...
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is It Possible
Is it possible,
To hold others responsible...
For a decline of one's quality of life.
As they sit and do nothing,
To prevent a pile of trash...
That collects upon the streets,
In neighborhoods in which they live?
Of course it is.
Is it possible,
To hold others accountable...
For children unable to read or write.
As their parents spend countless nights,
Partying and nodding from stupors...
Right in their children's sight.
Yes.
Of course it is.
This is possible.
Is it possible,
To lay the blame with claims...
Someone who sacrifices time and their skills,
To hear people say...
None of what is done comes their way.
And these same people take no stand.
But a procrastinating is what they do...
While awaiting for someone to come hold their hands.
Not only is this possible.
It is a followed procedure.
Is it possible that those who show,
Themselves clearly out of their minds...
To find acceptable excuses to make time after time.
And how it is someone else attracted them to sit...
In acceptance of this.
As they lacked a motivation to ignite their behinds.
While they seek to define,
Ways to excuse their involvement.
Need you ask?
Is it possible,
That such laziness...
Can rise to unquestionable heights of power unresisted?
Yes!
It is quite possible.
Although defensive are those maintaining...
The insecurity of their sensitivities.
And expensive it has been,
To keep their wishes protected.
And the torment of reality,
Away as an enemy to diminish and defeat.
All of this is possible.
Even for those who have yet to awaken,
From generations of deep sleep.
This is part of their entitlement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonderful If Wishes Like This Could Begin
It would be wonderful to be able to predict,
One man elected can fix the lives of those troubled.
And he'd be held accountable...
As he applied a magic wand to it!
But the chaos upon us has been inflicted by greed.
With the need to have our fantansies breathe.
As all who were teased approved it to be.
It would be wonderful to sit,
And witness all of our issues drift away.
To have someone else obey our whims.
It would be wonderful if wishes like this could begin...
When we chose our anguish and emotional pain to end.
But then again...
We would not be facing reality!
And reality upon many is beginning to descend!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disappointed
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
So many insist,
On not being aware of what they've permitted.
To then attempt to remove themselves,
Of any responsibility that reflects their involvement.
As if a conscious investment made...
Disappointed in the expected dividends given.
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified
I got a beat up piece of paper - It's a message from a king
He says - I got to get you out of here
He say - I got to let you in
'Cos I've been down the darkest road there is - I've seen the other side
I got a licence to go - Straight through your pain
Ain't no big deal - 'Cos I'm qualified - Yeah I'm qualified
Qualified in fear and pain - I'm qualified in lies and shame
I'm qualified with a broken heart
You knock me down - I get back up again
'Cos' I'm qualified
I'm qualified - To get your love
I'm qualified - To know what you're thinking of
I'm qualified - in broken dreams
I can save you from where you've been
'Cos I'm qualified
I'm qualified to make you smile
I'm qualified to save your pain
Qualified to give a real good time
Qualified to make your sun shine
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Magic Never Runs Out
The words “Magic Flute” delighted me when
I was small, I ran about with shiny objects as
Magic Flutes, little cars as Magic Dinky Toys,
a long stick covered in foil was my Magic Wand,
I always carry a toy endowed with Magic Powers
by me, a beautiful children’s book is my talisman,
a guarantee that magic never runs out; an ethereal
fairy, an array of miniature birds, a dragonfly sitting
on my computer, create all the magic I need…
poem by Margaret Alice
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No Adam For Your Eve
You can play your tricks,
In any kind of mix.
But let me make this clear...
There is no satisfaction!
You can nit and pick,
Do all of this in fits.
So let me tell you quick...
You get no reaction from me...
I can see you are evil!
You can moan and whine,
Like you do half the time.
Throw a tantrum on a dime...
But I am no Adam for your Eve.
You can fall to pieces!
You can play your tricks,
In any kind of mix.
But let me make this clear...
There is no satisfaction!
You can nit and pick,
Do all of this in fits.
So let me tell you quick...
You get no reaction from me...
I can see you are evil!
You can moan and whine,
Like you do half the time.
Throw a tantrum on a dime...
But I am no Adam for your Eve.
You can fall to pieces!
I will not play Adam for your Eve.
You are too damn evil!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teflon-ed
Quick to shift,
A blame that sits.
On those who drift,
From being...
Held accountable.
They choose to say,
Their way is best.
Although they take,
More time to protest...
Another mess they manifest!
A love they have for dancing,
Around the bush.
So slick like oil oozing,
They refuse to look...
At the games they play.
Fast they run...
From mistakes initiated.
Mistakes by them repeated,
To keep things done their way.
They choose to say,
Their way is best.
Although they take,
More time to protest...
Another mess they manifest!
Quick to shift,
A blame that sits.
On those who drift,
From being...
Held accountable.
A love they have for dancing,
Around the bush.
So slick like oil oozing,
They refuse to look...
At the games they play.
Fast they run...
From mistakes initiated.
And 'Teflon-ed',
To keep their misdeeds...
Stick free.
Or noticeably heated.
Teflon-ed,
To keep their misdeeds...
Fed to feed,
As needed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hold On
I know this pain
Why do lock yourself up in these chains?
No one can change your life except for you
Dont ever let anyone step all over you
Just open your heart and your mind
Is it really fair to feel this way inside?
Chorus:
Some day somebodys gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Dont you know?
Dont you know things can change
Thingsll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Thingsll go your way
Hold on for one more day
You could sustain
Or are you comfortable with the pain?
Youve got no one to blame for your unhappiness
You got yourself into your own mess
Lettin your worries pass you by
Dont you think its worth your time
To change your mind?
(chorus)
I know that there is pain
But you hold on for one more day and
Break free the chains
Yeah I know that there is pain
But you hold on for one more day and you
Break free, break from the chains
Some day somebodys gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Dont you know?
Dont you know things can change
Thingsll go your way
If you hold on for one more day yeah
If you hold on
Dont you know things can change
Thingsll go your way
If you hold on for one more day,
If you hold on
Can you hold on
Hold on baby
Wont you tell me now
Hold on for one more day cause
Its gonna go your way
Dont you know things can change
Thingsll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Cant you change it this time
Make up your mind
Hold on
Hold on
Baby hold on
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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Selfish One
(wilfred mcginley/carl smith)
Selfish one, why keep your love to yourself
Its like a souvenir that just sits on a shelf
It seems like you built a fence around your heart
Afraid that sharing might tear it apart
You pass up every chance at the start of romance
Selfish one, why keep your love in store
You think its still that keeps forever more
You feel as I do when I ache
My heart could break down in a lonely stage
You better let your heart find a mate before its too late
You let so much time pass by
I find myself still giving you the eye
You must have realised much to my surprise
Youre making eyes at me
Is it really you
Now selfish one, youre walking me to my door
Selfish one, you never did this before
Without a chance to resist, your lips get mine
Youre beginning to let your love light shine
I can see that youre really on the ball
Youre not selfish at all
No, not at all
The way you hold me, the way you squize me
No youre not selfish
No, no, no
Youre not selfish at all, not at all
The way you hold me, the way you squize me
Youre not selfish at all
No not at all
The way you hold me
Youre not selfish at all
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Screaming In Tantrum Fits
Many have been protected,
With a fantasizing to encourage...
Each step placed they make will be okay.
To believe their journey on any path ahead,
Will be freed of obstacles and safely paved.
Others had been given smelling salts.
In the early stages of 'their' journeys.
To keep them snapped, buckled and attached.
As truth they saddled to ride holding onto that.
With it defined in their minds to never be erased.
And those fed to nibble delicacies to sample and taste,
That became for them a preference made to face.
With Ddemands made that they get this when they wish,
No matter if the supply of it diminishes to nonexistence.
And disbelieving this they begin their screaming in tantrum fits,
Like spoiled kids.
Many have been protected with a fantasizing to encourage,
Each step placed they make for them will be okay.
And when that brick wall they run into gets in their way...
They then will seek,
Only revenge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fame Is
Fork lightning in your hall
Break the skin when you break the fall
Ill be the one to fix it up
Love children of the new age
Just a hippy with a weekly wage
Theres no rebellion just a chance to be lazy
When fame is in your blood
You follow the science of love
Wave the magic wand
And hang on
Now the rest of us are living in a daze
Keep thinkin bout the choice to be made
Here come the handmaidens of end time
Lost treasure from a primitive race
All the lives written on your face
Cant fill the canyons of yor mind
When fame is in your blood
You follow the science of love
Wave the magic wand
And hang on
Now youve changed
And jumbled the pieces youve changed
Youre better before you talked
To a roomful of strangers
Here come the handmaidens of end time
When fame is in your blood
You follow the science of love
Wave the magic wand
All of your stars will fall
And all of your spells will break
So look out for number one
Fame is in your blood
song performed by by Crowded House
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Inheritance
Don't blame me,
for staying alone.
Don't blame me,
for abandoning you,
in the Garden.
Don't blame me,
for crucifying you,
with my words and deeds.
Don't blame me,
for the sacrifices,
that you have done for me.
As I resemble the Creator,
who created me on his own image,
I have inherited His characters.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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If I Were Magic
If I were magic, do you know what I would do
I would change the world and make it new
I would place it into my bag of tricks
And everything that's broken I would fix
I'd whisk it way off into outer space
Then bring it back with a brand new face
I would remake every face and change every head
Then make them become someone else instead
I would go inside every broken heart
Then give it hope and fresh new start
For all the hungry people, I would help to feed
I would give poor people all that they would need
My magic bag of tricks would take all sickness away
Everyone would live to see a better day
There would be happy with the joy that human life can bring
Abuse of little children would come to an end
There would be peace and harmony among all men
My best trick of all would be to eradicate all the dope
To give our youth a dream and restore lost hope
I'd wave my magic wand and gangs would never fight
I'd take away all the weapons and fling them out of sight
I would educate the children completely without cost
My act of generosity would maybe save a kid who's lost
Now that I've got you all into my little bag of tricks
I've tied you up together and given you a chance to mix
Being close together made you think and touch and feel
I hope you realize this is no trick, these situations are for real
My closing act of magic is to let you all go free
Living together in peace is as easy as can be
If you liked my bag of magic, then wait for my hat
For those of you who didn't you wouldn't want that
There is something special here that I'm trying to do
I would like to see the magic called love from all of you too
poem by S. Elaine Jackson
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Mess With My Man
[spoken]
Uh, I like it baby (yeah)
Uh, one time for the club (ye-eah)
Two time for my thugs, uh-huh
Three times for my ladies, cmon, cmon, cmon (ooh, oh)
Uh, nivea yall.. je yall... (oooh)
Uh-uh, je yall
[nivea]
It was hard to find a brotha that was down for me
So Im tellin everybody let him be
Cause hes mine and I cant take no pigeons tryna take my baby
So I thought I had to let you know
Find someone that you can call your own
Cause now youre walkin in the danger zone
And if I touch you Ill be wrong
If you mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own man
[je]
It was hard to find a girl thats really down for me
Seems like a lot of niggas tryin me
Cause they tryna take my baby, oh what the hell
So now you really better check yourself
Messin with my girl is bad for your health and
So you know you will be dealt with
Better find your own girl
If you mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own girl
[nivea]
Girl Im warning you, if you want my man
You should just keep your hands to yourself, now-now
[je]
And playa Im warning you, if you want my girl
I suggest that you look but dont touch, now-now
[n] it was hard to find a brotha that was down for me, dont mess with my man
[je] its hard to find a girl thats really down for me, dont mess with my girl
[n] hard to find a brotha that was down for me, dont mess with my man
[je] so hard to find a girl thats down for me, dont mess with my girl
[nivea]
If you mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own man
[je]
If you mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own girl
[nivea]
If you mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own man
[je]
If you mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own girl
song performed by by Nivea
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Wasting Time
in between dim hours
in between dull days
i'm out counting flowers
i'm still chasing faith
mistake me for a pilot
mistake me for a face you know
consider this old conscience
let no trouble come my way
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
it's you alone i wish to free
on you alone i'll focus
it's not the change i wish to believe
this coming of the locusts
skipping like a skimming stone
skimming the bad chapters
swimming thru your tides alone
swimming on your laughter, we're after
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, let's take the chance
wasting time
you and i, we understand
time is not for making
but just because we don't have a clue
doesn't mean we're faking, we're wasting
wasting time, you'd understand
wasting time
wasting time, we'll make our plans
wasting time
song performed by by Zwan
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Clean: Competition, Repetition
To all the children that cry and scream
‘This room is just too sparkly clean! '
To all the adults that moan about the mess
I believe that you all have something to confess
These books and toys are placed upon the floor
To convince the siblings that they have more
Your ornaments are shiny new and clean
Because you have no feathers to show nor preen
Deep down in your minds you all know
The reasons these actions are repeated so
To the children this is a play, a fun little game
And to the adults? Well I must say it's the same
So the next time you walk into the ‘danger site'
Dear parents you know what they try to do, right?
And to you children who think ‘why are they so mean! '
You should know that's the way it has always been
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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