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Strungout

The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their affectiveness,
And the attention they get.

Like an alcoholic who drinks.
Or one addicted to drugs.
A conditioning process has been instilled.
Those highs once enjoyed,
Produce a lesser thrill!

It's like going through the motions,
And devoted to an expectation!
When sensations aren't achieved...
Folks like these blame God.
Or claim they know Him.
But somehow their faith is not strong enough...
To give them what they need,
To identify results they anticipated.

However...
They remain in varying stages,
Reminiscing about those good times
When everything was fine.
And they got what they wanted...
Until that no longer satisfied.
So,
Of course...
Something or someone,
Had to be found guilty or at fault...
For not delivering what they wanted and when!

The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their effectiveness,
And the attention they get.
Like a child with a toy,
Who begins to annoy...
When that toy has satisfied their whims!

Much like having a variety of religions...
All professing to know God.
But the people are at odds,
As to how this 'Oneness' should be depicted!

Leaving everyone 'strungout' and hyped up...
Physically debilitated!
Intoxicated and stupefied!
To reach for something,
That doesn't quite meet their needs.
Although willing to victimize anyone available...
In the search to find it!
To declare a justified self importance.
For a temporary gratification,
To induce a prolonged and effective delusion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Changing Times

Changing times, changing rules
Make a wise man look a fool
Gone before no longer here
Look out for these signs of these
Changing rules
Better look out
You better look out
Look out for these changing times
Can't stop those changing times
Changing times
Cold hard rain
Everything's a changing
Nothin's going to be the same
You'd better look out
'Cos you can't stop these changing times
Nothin's going ever to be the same
You'd better look out
Look out for these changing times

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Never Satisfied

Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Never Satisified

Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Self Praise Stages

When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
Today...
Very few people have hobbies,
Or interests that makes them feel proud.

When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
There is something about people like this,
Others would say are egotistical.
I find them to be inspirational.

So many of the others are caught up,
In backstabbings, defamation of character...
And deep they are in self deception.
So whenever I am around those,
Who are in their self praise stages...
I am amazed they are not professing a self hate.
Or in the reception of doubts and complaints.

However...
Those on stages self praising themselves,
Is a different perspective.
These folks don't have time to be introspective.
Self praising from stages most get paid to do.
This can be compared to individuals,
Who have been 'called' to administer...
A self righteousness affixed to wholesome boredom.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're Just Never Satisfied

If you love me. why do you hurt me
Come on baby. don't desert me
I was there when you were in trouble
Now you're fine but I guess you changed your mind
'Cause you're never satisfied
God only know why I try to please you
You're just never satisfied
I don't mind it when you get angry
I'm not asking for you to beg me
All I want to do is remind you
How many times I put my ass on the line
'Cause you're never satisfied
God only know why I try to please you
You're just never satisfied
You're just never satisfied
You don't care if I stuck with you
Covered for you, put up with you
'Cause all you wanna do
Is try your love with somebody new
Ooh
I've been wasting my time
'Cause you're never satisfied
God only know why I try to please you
You're just never satisfied
You're just never satisfied

song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Sick Of Their Tricks

I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.

My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention.
With an unleashed disbelief.

I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.

Donating my time to be further manipulated,
To have my focus by them castrated.
Has left them behind to tempt or bait my mind.

My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention to them.
With an unleashing of disbelief.
To wonder in a pondering as they increase their misdeeds.

I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Not even to pause to peep what they seek.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aggravating Children

Those who repeatedly rely upon immature techniques,
With expectations to receive the same results achieved...
Are those who can be found weeping in disbelief,
To discover few have tolerance...
For the ones who have physically aged with time,
But in their minds they remain aggravating children.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Deceit and Honorable Hypocrisy!

People aren't just thrusted into the limelight,
For doing absolutely nothing.

They may be seen doing absolutely nothing noteworthy,
When they are actually there.
But to come from nowhere...
To then be everywhere?
With a hype unlike found under microscope,
Day and night!
To then proclaim...
An unawareness?
Not too many of us 'trip' like this!

And not to intentionally bring attention upon oneself?
Even lunatics can create better excuses.

People aren't just thrusted into the limelight,
For doing absolutely nothing.

That's been done too many times by those who create wars.
Those who stick their busy noses into places...
Then proclaim an innocence.
Like a child found with a mouthful of mints.
After being told too many times...
Lieing does not make sense!
When their misdeeds are exposed,
With a spreading of the evidence.
And pictures of them posing wickedly,
Smiling in front of unusually familiar...
Although conquered foreign doors.
Knowing they've been warned many times before.

People aren't just thrusted into the limelight,
For doing absolutely nothing.

Something done that they did or do,
Got them exactly what they wanted.
With the aid of those who empathize,
With lies reeking...
Of deceit and honorable hypocrisy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Times Are Killing Me

MODEST MOUSE - The Good Times Are Killing Me
Album: Good News For People Who Love Bad News (2004)
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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The Good Times Are Killing Me

The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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I Aint Ever Satisfied

I love the things that scare most folks to death
But I aint ever satisfied
Ill stay till the end or till im gasping for breath
But I aint ever satisfied
No, I am never satisfied
I can pretty much come and go as I like
But I aint ever satisfied
Hey, with no bottom line its hard to know wrong from right
But I aint ever satisfied
Ill try anything once but than I do it to death
But I aint ever satisfied
I expect the worse but I hope for the best
Oh, I aint ever satisfied
No, I am never satisfied
No, no, no, no, I am never satisfied
Cantt get enough, no, of nothing
Ive got seven of everything and more in the till
But I aint ever satisfied
You think its dangerous stuff
It aint even a thrill
I aint ever satisfied
Oh, I am never
No, I am never
I dont know why I aint ever satisfied

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Satisfied

Give me your heart to take care of
and I'll see that it won't break.
For I've been in love with you forever
and I know what it will take
to keep you satisfied.

It will take patience. It will take pride
to keep you happy and mine.
I will keep everything that we share
just like a delicate wine
to keep you satisfied.

There will be times when there'll be tests.
I'm sure that they will come.
For no two people can go through life
when the ego won't come undone.
But tests are for those to find a way
to make their love grow strong.
So give me your heart to take care of
and nothing will go wrong.
I'll keep you satisfied.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Don't Think So

I Don't Think So
We've been through this time together
AlI in my mind the love was so alive
Oh I never wanted for another
Then I saw the beginnings of a Iie
Good times and the bad times
Through the good times and the bad times with me
Good times and the bad times
Yeah I wonder why I never see
Good times and the bad times
Oh maybe there was always something wrong
Good times and the bad times
Did l wait too long
Chorus:
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Through the best of the best and the worst of the times
I don't think so
You said the world was a beautiful place
l don't think so
You swore the love was perfectly sale
I don't think so
People can only stay together
If in their hearts they know they can say what's on their minds
Would you say
Good times and the bad times
If it can't really be then I gotta move on
Good times and the bad times
Is it really time
Chorus: (repeat)
Said the check's in the mail and the maiI's on time
I don't think so
Said out of touch ain't out of mind
I don't think so
Couldn't live without me, and that's a fact
I don't think so
Love is real and it's not an act
I don't think so
Come on
Good times and the bad times
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Baby our love was a beautiful thing
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
You said you'd love me for all of your life
I don't think so
Good times and the bad times
Through the best of the best and the worst of times
I don't think so
l don't think so baby oh baby oh baby come on
I don't think so
The love was right but the loving was wrong

song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Suffering From Head Wounds

Those told what to do most of their lives,
What to think, how to think...
What not to believe or listen to.
And who is stupid,
Because of their physical appearances...
Are those who are most traumatized,
By the sign of these rapidly changing times.

Not all...
But most people have been conditioned to believe,
That the unchanged color of a house...
Also determines what goes on inside.
No matter how many renovations have taken place.
Or evolving maturities of the people living in it.
All people will do is to talk about what they 'knew'.
Or what they've been told.

And...
Most of the time what is known,
Had been heard from one's now grown children...
Or a pet dog or cat,
Programmed to be reliable.
But not from the horse's mouth!
People rather beat their horses to death,
Repeatedly.

Those told most of their lives,
What to think, how to think...
What not to believe or listen to.
And who is stupid,
Because of their physical appearances...
Are those who are most traumatized,
By the sign of the times.

Without being medicated,
Few people are sure if and when they should...
Take a left or right turn,
Why and for what purpose.
And if they should or should not ignore,
Signs that warn them to yield and pay attention...
With caution!

People have been taught to believe and do as they please,
Because...
Well,
They are entitled to do so for the rest of their lives.

'Medic...
There's another one over here suffering from head wounds.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glass Cutter

We are living in times...
When reality no longer rhymes
With delusional speeches,
Proclaiming things are doing just fine!

WANTED:
Eyes to meet mine.
Opened wide and accepting,
The closeness of my reflection.

We are living every moment tensed.
Convinced we are threatened,
By terrorist events!
Has anyone looked out of their windows?
Does anything click to make sense?

'I'm ready to get real with so much with one person! '
You 'feelin' me?
Act like you know!
Stop this interview process.
'I'm ready to get real with so much with one person! '
You 'feelin' me?
Act like you know!
Stop this interview process.

I know of no other way to 'say' commitment.
It has to be shown in a way I can see it!

WANTED:
Eyes to meet mine.
Opened wide and accepting,
The closeness of my reflection.

When someone gets that close to me
For a closeness of a reflection of me I see...
To become closer still to be here with me,
I will stop my search.
Until then...
Relax your pretensions.
I am sure you are not seeking a glass cutter?

Is there any other 'thing' you'd like to discuss?

We are living in times...
When reality no longer rhymes
With delusional speeches,
Proclaiming things are doing just fine!

Somehow the road to glory...
Has been a deceptive tool used!

WANTED:
Eyes to meet mine.
Opened wide and accepting,
The closeness of my reflection.
To meet me in the middle with a kiss.
Shattering a plastic existence that exists!

WANTED:
A giving without excuses meant.
And a lifting of resistance
Regrettably sent.
Wanted is someone who knows,
What being free of opposition means!
And has left throwing rocks to shock
The mocking of the unawakened,
Behind!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Players lose you games, not tactics. There's so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes.

quote by Brian Clough
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Something Happened On The Way To Heaven

We had a life, we had a love,
But you dont know what youve got til you lose it
Well that was then and this is now
And I want you back
How many times do I have to say Im sorry
How can something so good go so bad
How can something so right go so wrong
I dont know, I dont have all the answers
But I want you back
How many times can I say Im sorry
You can run, and you can hide
But Im not leaving less you come with me
Weve had our problems but Im on your side
Youre all I need, please believe in me
I only wanted someone to love
But something happened on the way to heaven
It got a hold of me and wouldnt let go
And I want you back
How many times do I have to say Im sorry
You can run...
They say you cant take it with you
When you go
And I believe it
But taking what Ive got or being
Here with you, you know
Id rather leave it
You can run...

song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Drunk

I wasn’t always a drunk
Once I was a child - a little girl
Who wanted love
Which she found - in a bottle
At first it had been fun
There were friends and laughter
She felt complete, unbroken for the first time
But it stole something I couldn’t afford to lose
It took my sanity – for awhile
It took over my life – and my child
Withered and died
I can’t get her back
I’ve tried
But I was a drunk
The kind that drinks in the morning
And falls asleep with a glass in her hand
That spills
Red liquid onto the floor
Who laughs too loud
In a crowd
And doesn’t know
She’s not the centre of attention because she’s fun

poem by Elizabeth Russell
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Complete Turnaround

Doesn't it become increasingly easier,
To berate instead of participate...
In correcting that which has taken place,
In a devastated society.

Doesn't it become such a relief to criticize,
And despise from the sidelines...
With an agenda to deface those of purpose and dignity.
While provoking others with sensibilities,
Similar to those we keep.
To sit and pass judgements...
And do nothing else,
But to attack others when and where we so please.
And do this as if a deed.
Even unconsciously as we sleep.
As if directed.

Doesn't it become increasingly easier,
To identify folks like these?

'Yeah it does,
'Cause I aint nuthin' like that! '

Doesn't it become a fact of life,
To have some people portrayed...
As lazy, shiftless fools?

'Huh?
Whatchu sayin'? '

Doesn't it seem those that do this to others,
Appear insecure with something to prove?

'Don't get too deep with me,
Okay?
Please don't do that.'

If you and I were better than others...
Would we need to announce this continually?
And do that with attitude?
On a daily basis?

Would we need to remind others around us...
Who is depicted as a 'minority'?
And who deserves to steal and cheat...
Deceiving those 'we' perceive WE can defeat!
Because 'We' declare ourselves the majority.
Taking and receiving desrespectfully,
And selfishly.

'You stay alone a lot, huh? '

And what is that suppose to mean?

'It's just noticeable.
My cousin use to be a writer too.
Then something happened to him in prison.
And overnight it seems he got into the ministry! .'

We all need not to undergo severe pain,
Or suffer undo sacrifice to give up that which we enjoy.

'He enjoyed whatever happened to him in prison,
That's why he decided upon the ministry.'

So he did a complete turnaround?

From what I understand by what he tells me...
This was done several times.

'Several times? '

Yes...
Before he made up his mind,
To leave behind temptations.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After failing four times and after working for other people and realizing that nobody paid attention to the food like they should have, we wanted to just pay attention to the food and service.

quote by Paul Prudhomme
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