Stuck On Themselves
Those seeking to be understood,
Are stuck on themselves.
Instead of living lives like they should,
Their flaws become someone else's fault.
And quick they are to hide their blunders,
In a charade of masquerades.
Only to say how strong their faith is!
To deliver their best of repeated hypocrisies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devotion
If I am right
If I can be
Constant and faithful
Youll find me
In my devotion
In my devotion
What if you find a fault
Between my purpose and my deeds
And deem me beyond salvation
Judge me to be unworthy
Of your devotion
Of your devotion
If this be obsession deliver me
A passing infatuation deliver me
A feeling lacking in purity deliver me
A test of fidelity deliver me
Deliver me
Deliver me
What if I should find
Youre no good for me
What if I cant be strong enough
What if I cant break free
Of my devotion
Of my devotion
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Anyone Will Do
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
They want to watch me and you,
To select and consider.
But their thoughtless bitterness
Has left them much the fools.
Everything that they touch...
To elevate their lust to heights,
Exposes their incompetence...
And their attraction to decadence,
Stirs a crisis that backbites!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Those who chose to follow their lead,
Can not believe they with them today bleed.
And everything about them and their lifestyles too...
Seems to be admittedly being refused.
They have lost a confidence...
With a pride they all pursued!
Everything about them repells as well!
No one leaves it as a secret,
Who and what has created this hell!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Anyone...
Except themselves!
And that is the sadness so true.
Themselves they are blinded to see...
As the initiators of their own ignorance,
Hyped with hypocrisies.
And enforcing upon themselves,
Their own tragedies so needlessly!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Including me,
And you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desperate Lives
Whats the problem here
Whats the noise
Im just waiting for the man (yea)
Me and the boys
Hes got the goods
Weve got the twenties, tens and fives
Everybodys doing it
Living desperate lives (living on the edge)
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
And Im sure theres a way out
When I want it
Sometimes I worry
But Im no fool
I keep it to myself
Cause you gotta stay cool
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
Sometimes I feel my life floating away
And times seems so precious
I want to hold you and say
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Ive got this friend you know hes real cool
He gave new meaning to the term high school
Sometimes I worry
But Im no fool
I keep it to myself
Cause you gotta stay cool
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
And Im sure theres a way out
When I want it
Momma just looks confused and my daddy said
Ive got this bomb tick, tick, ticking in my head
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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No Longer Top Of The List
All of them the self-righteous types,
With ambtions to have status.
And socialize with whom they like.
These are the people who expect their lives,
Prioritized the moment...
A discomfort affects them by surprise.
And with 'means' to keep their flaws diminished,
While actively preventing...
Those with less the same benefits.
They now have to accept and come to realize,
No longer top of the list...
Are their wants and wishes prioritized.
'Why do 'we' have to go through this?
Isn't it understood who we are,
And who we know with influence?
We want our lives back like they were yesterday.
None of us could care less,
What a natural occurrence has from us taken away.
Why is it that we have to go through this?
We are better than that.
And we 'demand' what we had returned back to us,
And...
Make it quick.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Lives Without Adorning Masks
To portray that which is premeditated,
Does not complete to disguise in a full camouflage.
One's word means nothing...
If a repeated deceit becomes revealed,
To mask with sweetness...
What is really concealed.
However...
Those unexperienced,
To walk a plank blindfolded without faith...
But say with them faith is always kept?
Will always believe,
Their perceptions are acceptable...
To the ones living lives without adorning masks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Technique
I am not perfect.
I have flaws.
And they are there in public view.
I have long been under a microscope.
By those who pass judgement,
And scrutinize too!
What makes you think I wish to hide,
Anything from you?
I've been raised to expect critique.
That's why I don't charade or masquerade!
Like many choose to do!
I live to be 'free'
Of the displeasures of others.
And that is my technique!
That suits 'me' and I use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Faces Of Innocence On Them
'I have sinned.'
This confession has been given,
Over and over again.
An admission without end,
Coming from those who pretend...
To sit in high places,
With faces of innocence on them.
'I too have eluded the truth.'
Comments coming from those,
Who choose to wear sheepskin...
To cover their temptations,
And lust filled whims.
But wouldn't it be great,
For those to disrobe of their masquerades.
With attempts to prove that others,
Are living lives in the gutters.
And yet...
The ones who charade,
Say in their self righteous ways...
That 'they' have been called upon from God,
To save those walking on wrong paths...
And must be 'guided' from 'their' evil ways.
And 'they'...
With one eye open,
Request all to close their eyes to pray!
~Cut me some slack,
From these backsliders...
Riding high in denial and hiding,
Until caught.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The great thing about irony is that it splits things apart, gets up above them so we can see the flaws and hypocrisies and duplicates.
quote by David Foster Wallace
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On Everyone's Lips As An Expectation
Those tasks one is given to complete,
Are not to be done to inspire 'awe'.
Tests that challenge are not easy missions.
And will be finished when a direction is given.
And those seeking an easy life to live,
Without a bruise to get...
Are the ones campaigning,
With others of like minds...
To comfort their insecurities,
Through acts of fault finding!
Wishing them 'good luck'...
Would not be in their favor!
And their numbers...
Are slowly decreasing.
With an acknowlegement understood,
That seems to be growing of this.
Accountability is on the rise.
With eyes on those who are opposed,
To carrying their own weight!
Excuses embellished,
With exaggeration..
Has been dismissed.
And this is to be done,
With or without signs of appreciation.
It is on everyone's lips as an expectation.
Since these times we live are not for charade.
With a delivery of a message sent,
That will be made clear!
And adhering to it is advisable.
Or...
There are always those consequences,
Many seem not to mind to pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Absence of Patience
No one has to guess,
As to who is selfish.
It is in their conversations...
That show an absence of patience,
Or comprehension done.
They are the ones talking about themselves,
With detected insecurities.
Often they are judgemental.
And they embellish their responsibilities.
Freely given.
They will do for others,
And let people know they do.
And what it is...
And how what they do gets done.
To sacrifice and bestow their lives...
So no one can deny,
They are, indeed...
The center of the show for everyone.
Especially for those who may not know.
With hidden jealousies involved!
Somewhere embedded...
From a dysfunction regretted.
Set in masquerades that charade.
And nothing is done from sincerity.
They want the full attention.
Even if that means...
Degrading someone else's abilities.
In between their performances seen.
And this they do quite often,
With unsolicited appeal demanded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believe It Or Not
Believe it or not, everyone, have things that they hide
Believe it or not, everyone, keep most things inside
Believe it or not, everyone, believes in something above
Believe it or not, everyone, needs to feel loved
Feel loved, but we don't and we won't until we figure out
Could someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
But you don't and you won't, until we figure out
Seen it or not, every time, the world turns upside down
Believe it or not, most of us, feel like we're losing ground
Believe it or not, everyone, hate admitting fear
Believe it or not, most of us, wanna know why we're here
Why we're here, but we don''t and we won't until we figure out
Could someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
Someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
But you're young and you won't, until we figure out
Most of us have nothing to complain about
Most of us have things we could live without
Everyone needs advice on how to get along
You know we won't until we figure out
[Instrumental]
Believe it or not everyone
Believe it or not, everyone, have things that they hide
Believe it or not, everyone, keep most things inside
Believe it or not, everyone, believe in something above
Believe it or not, everyone, needs to feel loved
Feel loved, well we don't and we won't until we figure out
Could someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
Someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
But you're young and you won't, until we figure out
You're young and you won't, until we figure out
song performed by by Nickelback
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The Need You Have To Charade
Ever since I've known you,
You've done your best not to admit...
Insecurities you have.
And those habits that exist.
Done as if...
I am not aware.
Or conscious when you declare...
You have other things on your mind.
And when you find the time,
You will work on those things
Needing your attention to mend.
And this you admit!
Since this and other things are accepted,
By your friends...
Why do I seem the only one,
Offended by them?
Maybe there is a reality...
I suspect you have!
But have not seen begin.
Perhaps I am the only one,
Who tires from hearing your creative excuses.
Freshly made to hide behind your masquerades.
And they have long been outdated.
Just like the fake loyalty of your so called friends.
Although I do understand the need you have to charade.
It is your addiction to self abuse,
I do not find amusing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith in Belief - Coping Strategy
Must have faith or what else is left?
Lack of faith, sorrow bereft
Belief in a God, nature, galactic deities
Even atheistic belief gives some amenities
Belief in self to succeed
The need to daily feed
Belief in love, seeking to thrive
Faith in thriving to stay alive
Those with no faith to look forward to
Stranded, without a helping clue
Grasp a belief enabling you to cope
One that brings fulfillment with hope
Faith in music unbound
Open ears to the acoustic sound
Sweet rhythms renowned
Belief that art opens the way
Creative devotion bless the day
For some, blind faith is better than none
Others may curse their belief, ready to abscond
Seek a belief peaceful, considerate
Avoid following the fanatical illiterate
The three C’s of hardiness agility
Commitment, Control, Creative ability
Deliver strong sustainability
Belief in Joy and Happiness, treasured gold
Warm goodness and kindness never cold
Resolve persistent griefs
With faith in positive beliefs
(September 2008)
poem by Joshua C. Whiting
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Heart That Rots...
Stuck between the frames and the doors,
Stuck between the frames and the windows,
Stuck those lizards to die and decompose,
Sometimes not even noticed,
Sometimes not even smelled,
Sometimes the skin and skeletons are found,
Stuck between the life and responsibilities,
Stuck between love and commitments,
Many hearts face their early death,
Just like the lizards stuck between the doors,
Not even noticed, not even understood,
Not even cared and left to rot for life.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Stuck
Life gives such a lonely feeling
Do not feel like living it anymore
The soul of mine feels so stuck
Seems like damage to my identity has been done
I feel so bad and confused about so many things
It hurts to be me
Do not want to breathe anymore
Hate, the way I have gotten stuck in a disabled body
Living, is not the thing which I want to do
Stuck, I am stuck.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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So Basic Am I
So basic am I,
My blemishes and flaws...
Have a personality of their own.
They have no fear to appear publicly.
In fact...
When I had made attempts to hide them,
I began to hear rumors...
I was trying to find a reason,
To escape from my accomplishments...
Only a few had discovered.
And no one 'then' had believed,
I was seriously seeking to achieve anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilt That Stalks
No mascara or masquerades,
Can hide this trash.
No close ups or switched commercial fades...
Can unblemish the flaunted
Rough flawed edges,
In 'light'...
Now made.
Two countries vowed to invade,
With a plan!
Now each man grandstands,
To excuse devastation by their hands!
No camera angles or shadowed profiles,
Can disguise the bile of demonic smiles!
They make when 'Breaking News'
And strategies of success...
Are looking dimmer crushed by a mess!
Leaving souls of lost lives,
To return to their nests armed...
With a message received!
God has chosen them now to deliver!
Haunting those who chose greed and death
Followed by a guilt that stalks those who quiver.
To frighten and surround them in their shivers!
Exposed and disposed,
As the givers who forced...
Humanity's destruction!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got a Stuck Up Butt
You've got a stuck up butt.
And you want to keep it strutted,
Like you spreading it on butter.
But, you've got a stuck up butt.
'So What, ' You say.
And get out your face.
But, you've got a stuck up butt.
'Enough! '
Oh no...
I'm gonna follow you wherever you go!
So you'll know your butt's stuck up.
And I'm here to unstick it with my...
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
So What, ' You say.
And get out your face.
'Enough! '
Oh no...
I'm gonna follow you wherever you go.
So you'll know your butt's stuck up.
And I'm here to unstick it with my...
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
To get next to it!
You've got a stuck up butt.
And you want to keep it strutted,
Like you spreading it on butter,
In my mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliver Me
Deliver me from darkness.
Deliver me from pain.
Deliver me from loneliness
and let love remain.
Deliver me from blindness.
Deliver me from chains.
Deliver me from unhappiness
and let drops of rain
Shower me with acceptance,
Shower me with song,
Shower me with goodness.
Deliver me from wrong.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I've got no words but you
a northern wind will bruise a flake
that spins around a barren bough
and looks for a nice place to melt
seeking my heart to hide in
the white dust moves to crack the soul
that leaked into the pools of dyes
and frozen lies in love with the ground
seeking my heart to hide in
and all the words I ever uttered
into the wells or into the clouds
are bruised like flakes in icy wind
seeking my heart to hide in
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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