Stewing To Do A Brooding
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
Today so many seem to wish an escape,
From their mistakes they can not admit.
And quick with unsilent lips they are,
To review a stewing to do a brooding over it.
And since my patience has gone,
To listen to the same song sung...
From Sunset to dawn prolonged too long,
I immediately exit from it as being relevant.
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
And it gets annoying to hear,
A voice deceptively lamenting...
Over what was done when they were young,
With a venting of their issues unending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Is The Deal
Here is the deal.
I am not afraid to give.
Nor make foolish mistakes.
Sometimes done,
To immediately redo.
With no excuses made,
Like some choose to!
But absent are your offerings.
With whispers overheard.
With a quick exit in charade.
As if to escape.
Is that your purpose to prove,
You can scrutinize as you do.
Then leave when you're through?
Here is the deal.
I am not afraid to give.
Nor make foolish mistakes.
Sometimes done,
To immediately redo.
With no excuses made,
Like some choose to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skip Your Trip
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
Just to turn and walk away.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
To believe your way is 'the' way.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
No one has to disrespect,
An opinion that they don't accept.
Because it's something they wish not to hear.
No one has to get upset.
To later find they have regrets.
When all they had to do is comprehend.
And everybody says that this is wished.
But patience slips from them real quick.
And brooding attitudes are left to share.
Everywhere the frowns are there.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
Oh...
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The aging and decreasing population is a serious problem in many developed countries today. In Japan's case, these demographic changes are taking place at a more rapid pace than any other country has ever experienced.
quote by Toshihiko Fukui
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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
song performed by by Ginuwine
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Stages
First of all...
I know it's not just all about me.
Only in my mind I am told.
And that seems to be aging rapidly!
As a glowing youth...
Dims to be conquered,
By an aging truth!
Overnight it seems.
Although many may refuse to agree with me.
Those into appearances and physicalities!
I am not one to be talking about looks...
But let me say this,
No pages flipped through books
Prepares anyone for the stages of aging.
Or when to apply a night cheek lift!
To become disappointed with the results,
That sit unresisting to stay for a long visit!
Compliments on maintaining a youthfulness,
Stirs those in doubt about what is really meant...
By those unsolicited comments sent!
But pleased to get them without resentment.
There are those who may defy this process.
But when it noticibly starts...
A feeling of achievement begins to arrive,
Or a time gone by so quickly is realized!
Which gets many into denial fits!
Horrified that the time has come...
And that they too can not escape from this!
When a passing glance in a mirror,
Becomes a lingering stare...
What is seen is obvious.
And we all must become aware...
An aging has taken place,
To stay on one's face...
Not to go anywhere,
But to etch and trace.
Hopefully some allow...
And undergo with grace.
That's the reality of these stages we go through!
At least 'some' do.
The ones who are not moisturizing...
To rid a wrinkle,
Or two.
OR...
Those of us who make a fuss,
About a delayed aging process ordered...
Taking too long to come and is much overdue!
A special delivery was paid to insure a rush!
To subdue those lines that accrue...
With the stages of age some welcome unphased!
Praying this amazement of a quick aging,
Fades away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Happen For Their Reasons
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.
Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.
And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.
Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Disturbed Hidden Minds
Well...
They 'all' were given the same opportunity,
To come out of hiding and tell the truth!
A few are coming forward.
Some are still reluctant!
Fearing to sever from conditioned delusions.
Such as...
Prescribed medications,
That keep them addicted to self inflicted illnesses.
And those completely confused by deceit...
Hang on behind disturbed hidden minds!
However...
Truth has not arrived to assist with excuses.
That has got to be made clear.
Truth is not here to tolerate fear!
Or alibis with smooth lies...
Any longer.
Those days of color coded terrorists alerts,
Are gone!
And a cleanup of where those terrorists sat...
Near their monuments.
Will be sanitized but not scented!
And burn those false idol worshipping documents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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C-ya!
Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?
You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!
You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!
C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Here to Play The Dozen's
Hello?
Is there a light on in your attic?
Obviously not.
Unfortunately,
There is nothing dimming at all in your head.
At least give me eye contact,
So I feel as if something said is being heard,
And shared.
You ignoring me,
Is a favor done you wont believe.
I don't have to put up with your ignorance.
Or tolerate disrespect from no one.
In fact,
Give me more distance.
I live in this community.
And I am familiar with the neighborhood.
What happens here and what folks do to themselves,
May be entertaining to you.
And I could care less if you disagree with me.
But you folks have been programmed,
To invite your own unexpected deaths.
I have integrity and some dignity left,
That has of yet been taken.
And I have identity.
Of that you have none.
My comprehending of that has long been numbed.
To the point it is no longer heartbreaking.
Nor am I one to fake unity!
It aint happenin'.
And if it is I'd like to know where?
But let me say this...
To get this over with quick.
You can act as if I am invisible,
If that helps you pretend I do not exist.
However...
Do not 'think' I have to put up with your 'stupidity'
Because others get a kick out of it!
I am not into self destruction.
Or folks who make excuses to self abuse themselves.
And I know you don't understand this,
Because your mama didn't teach you.
And your father refuses to be a man.
And I know you don't understand 'that'.
Nor am I here to play the 'dozen's with you.
Truth I do not play with!
Too many of you have been pitched the taste for truth.
But you'd rather do a genocide on yourselves,
Better than 'the man' can!
And your ignorance has been addicted to keep that focused.
But nothing done I do is a mirage.
I'm here to snap your ass awake.
Don't get that messed up with your sugared cookies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Folks You Can Not Trust
I wish you stop saying what you mean!
That upsets my deluded state of mind.
I wish you wouldn't step on my toes.
You expose my sensitivity to hearing the truth.
And you have me challenge the excuses I make!
My disguise no longer provides me escape.
I wish you stop saying what you mean.
It's too painful to hear it.
And I'd rather be around those of pretense.
At least when I am with them...
Your honesty has no defense.
I wish you stop saying what you mean!
And be like us...
Folks you can not trust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Seen As Bigger Fools Viewed
For some,
Being honest is a choice they make.
Like an avoidance to come face to face,
With truth.
And when they then see,
There is no escape...
Beating around bushes,
With the use of creative excuses...
Becomes easier for them to do,
With the proving of themselves...
To be seen as bigger fools viewed.
And doing this to exaggerate,
The playing of their charades.
To further embellish,
Deceptions made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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
song performed by by Monkees
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Having Very Little Fun
There are those
Still wanting to play hide n' go seek!
With truth and reality...
As if in their aging days...
It is okay to sneak a peek!
Wanting to be chased...
Leaving behind excuses left as clues.
They may not know where they are,
Even though you do!
But choose not to!
Let them play...
These adults are the reason,
Most children are lost today!
Let them play!
They will never admit to what they've done.
Even though the rest of us are paying...
At a losing game,
And having very little fun!
Many can claim,
Those actions have brought them none!
With nothing that is gained to show...
Or to prove anyone can win,
When blinded eyes can not see,
What they have ignorantly begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fastest Rhyme
Well... Young MC that is my name
And rockin it for you is my game
It is my game but whatdya like
The Young MC is on the mic
On the mic and in the place
I'm rockin it to the vicious pace
The vicious pace the vicious house
I'm really gonna make you hypnotized
Hypnotized but then you're gone
I'm rockin' it to the break of dawn
The break of dawn the break of D
Cus my name is the Young MC
Young MC is what i'm called
I'm not too heavy, not too tall
I'm not too tall, i'm never the wack
The Young MC give a heart attack
Heart attack is what i give
I'm really gonna make you want to live
You want to live you want to die
You rockin' the vicious can't deny
Can't deny just what you hear
You rockin' it days and month and year
Month and year and month and day
I'm really gonna take your breath away
Breath away and breathalizer
Rhymin' like a synthesizer
Synthesizing music machine
Rock the house you know what I mean
What I mean is what I say
Going to rock the house today
You rock today you rock tonight
You're gonna to really do it right
Do it right and do it wrong
I'm going to make you sing a song
You sing a song cold with the glee
Cause my name is the Young MC
[transcribed by Doug Harple - [email protected] - 6/17/95
song performed by by Young MC
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When Every Sunset Counts
Sunset glow how well I know
You're warming rays upon my face
It was not always so
That I adored your glow
In youths and haste
It was a terrible waste
But as the autumns passed
And seasons rushed so fast
I prayed to ease the pace
I long for sunshine on my face
Each spring I wait
Behind the Iron Gate
To hear a robin's song
And knew it won't be long
Before I dance along the sandy shore
I feel the sunset glow
And wished it was forever so.
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Songs To Aging Children Come
Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine
In a tea leaf trance or under
Orders from the king and queen
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
People hurry by so quickly
Dont they hear the melodies
In the chiming and the clicking
And the laughing harmonies
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Some come dark and strange like dying
Crows and ravens whistling
Lines of weeping, strings of crying
So much said in listening
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Does the moon play only silver
When it strums the galaxy
Dying roses will they will their
Perfumed rhapsodies to me
Songs to aging children came
This is one
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Through An Exit To Escape
It comes as no surprise,
By those who get things done.
That their efforts to do and achieve,
Are often criticized loudly.
And usually by the ones supported,
By others informed too late...
To discover who actually does the work,
That gets done by the ones...
Who eventually decide to step aside,
Through an exit to escape...
To prove what it is they've been accused of not doing.
While others await aging impatiently,
Listening to the ones they have supported and their excuses.
'When are you coming back to do what you use to do? '
~Are you kidding?
To leave my peace of mind behind,
And my time to be abused by those amused?
Who told you I was desperate for that kind of attention? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Longer than Eternity
I just want the light a little longer
I want to hold your face in my hands
So I could allow my desires to grow stronger
And be ready when the moon in your eyes lands!
‘A little longer’ I always wish it to be
To see through before I read it all
From that point I would never ever be free
From the steepest plunge to the endless fall!
But it’s never greed that consumes me
Rather a craving to slow the pace
To remain frozen longer than eternity
Holding in my hands your face!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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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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