Sweep Away Your Own Debris
So clear you were not here,
When the trenches were dug.
And when the heat appeared,
Not a dropp of sweat...
Came from your brow.
And you expect my attention,
To listen to your delayed intentions!
And you expect my time to mention this...
Now?
Too much of what you have,
And take for granted...
Has been made easy for you to judge.
Including my activities.
But in my life,
What you say and offer...
Has not been made my priority.
Not to influence me to budge!
Your seriousness is elementary to me.
And there is something to be said,
About those who toiled from the old school!
Who learned to use their minds...
And not toys to use as tools to advance fools.
My path has never been paved,
With options.
Nor was it ever paved before time to it I gave.
And any options appearing,
Are those I made!
You show up to discuss,
How I should approach 'my' adventure.
When you display no ambition...
To pick up a broom,
And sweep away your own debris!
That's why I prefer you not to be around me.
To distract with aspects of your own insecurities.
Don't attempt to use my energy.
Sweep away your own debris!
Sweep away your own debris!
Or go elsewhere to play.
Just get away from around me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pick Up That Broom and Sweep, Boy
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
So don't try sneakin' tippy toe on your feet,
Across this floor because it creaks.
And when that happens...
My dog Pete,
Will do his best to sink his teeth.
Right into your funky meat.
And you'll go screamin down the street.
And I'll report you to the police.
Who will bring you back here...
Once again until you sweep.
And it you don't do it,
You'll join those who've been deleted!
'You better pick up that broom,
And sweep, boy! '
~I gotcha 'boy' ol'man! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not Your Broom
Now broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No, john, I will not sweep for you
For I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking, broom
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and
Im leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
Ive had enough, Im throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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There is humor in the specter of the worst disaster in our nation's history. All I have to do is sweep away the debris of shock to find it.
quote by Will Durst
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Debris Road
She nails down moon beams
And talks in double time
Stumbling down to wherever she goes
I live in the meantime
And I get frustrated
So I put my wager on Debris Road
It keeps me running down Debris Road
I'm not scared but it's somewhere I cling to
All the places I (still) wanna go
They won't cast a shadow on my Debris Road
I get frustrated looking for moonbeams
They always fall where I never go
'Cause I like the daylight and I like a good life
Running so fast down Debris Road
(Repeat Chorus)
Someone got moonfaced and someone gets tearful
Talking so much that they really don't know
Sitting up all night singing songs 'till daylight
Striking a match with the devil below
(Repeat Chorus)
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from Marchin' Already
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If That's the Path You Are Waiting to Have Cleared
Why have you chosen to climb over those boulders?
And walk your way through the forest,
Instead of following along a trail that has been paved? !
'I chose this as 'my' path!
I wanted to experience...
Those obstacles at my own expense.
To learn and observe as much as I could see.
Without taking it for granted,
I could take advantage of an easier way for me.
And I have no regrets.
How about you? '
I've been waiting now for awhile.
They have discovered an enormous amount of debris,
On my path.
Are you coming 'back' from distances?
Or are you moving along on a journey?
'Well...
I am moving forward,
Hopefully.
There was once a clear path.
I saw some folks on it.
If that's the path you are waiting to have cleared...
To visit or stay...
Or fellowship near.
Best wishes, my 'brutha'.
You got a long wait!
Back there...
Folks like to stay in debate,
As to who should do what...
To get things done!
You should go.
You'll be welcomed and caught up in it,
Before you know it!
That's why I long decided to do my own 'thing'!
Stopping to discuss what action to take...
Is not on my agenda!
Go! Or wait...
Or whatever it is you do!
They will love you!
And they will not believe,
Just how naïve you are! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Happy Ending
i cannot always be a new
broom that must sweep well
your old floors
please take note of this
i cannot always be your new
broom that must sweep well
your garbage floors
please take note of this
time will make me an old broom
and you my dirty and old floor
overladen with scratch papers and
pens with dried inks and litters
and crumpled newspapers and torn
fashion pages scattered on your rough
floors,
time makes me a old, dirty broom
and now, ruined and stained, we shall
stay together, we now belong to each
other
please take note of this happy ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Options
Options, options, options,
ever too many choices.
Purple, Black, Blue or Green,
so many whispering voices;
Clint Eastwood, Kirk Douglas, Charly Sheen.
Options, options, options,
your thoughts bubbling away.
No time to choose but Delay:
'Sticks and stones can't break my bones,
but Options they can kill you still!
poem by Madrason writer
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Fingers & Thumbs
Don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
A hint of the scent then it's gone
Look at the state of you, you're all fingers & thumbs
So who's your latest flame
Drivin' em wild in the fast lane
Won't say i told you so, but the boy has no shame
Once when my hands were full
We were double or quits then some
Nothin' at all to show for a love so precious
Gone & blown it all, how can you say
"it doesn't matter much to me?"
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in love's debris
Gone & blow it all & then you say
"this can't be happening to me"
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in love's debris
Don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
The thrill of the chase then it's gone
Only the hurt to prove that it ever went on
And life is a wonderful thing
When you're humming the words to a love song
Do what you wanna do be who you want to be
When i'm in your arms i'm strong
There's nowhere i'd rather be
We shine for liberty, life & the pursuit of pleasure
Gone & blown it all, how can you say
"it doesn't matter much to me?"
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in love's debris
Gone & blown it all & then you say
"this isn't happening to me"
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in love's debris
And how the days have flown too few & fast
They said it wasn't meant to last
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in love's debris
song performed by by Erasure
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Many Mistakes By Them Were Made
Now they want to say,
Many mistakes by them were made.
As if a stumbling along the way,
Did not scream to get their attention.
And those who were there to prevent their despair,
Are now solicited for their suggestions to mention.
But that energy dismissed,
No longer lingers in the air from lips who cared.
Many mistakes by them were made.
And today they make attempts to correct their own nonsense,
But aren't lessons learned when the choice is made to listen?
And not when one decides a time lost can be revived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Game Show Is This?
Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?
Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?
Getting your misdeeds out of my sight,
Is nearly impossible these days.
You blocked your own path...
With thoughtlessness.
And for this...
You expect me to delay,
My desire to go my own way?
And for your mistakes...
I should pay?
What game show is this?
And why are you soliciting me to play?
Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?
Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?
You wish to have your realities filmed!
I am not seeking that kind of attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can I Give That
Thank you for helping me,
Protect my steps.
Happy I am that my seriousness,
Has convinced you...
My footprints made,
Were placed in a direction...
To be respected as I thought,
You too wanted kept.
And now that I know,
My best efforts...
You prove you wish not to neglect,
I am happy you now see...
It is about maintaining one's integrity.
And IF you express a giving of this to me...
I have nothing but that,
From me to you to show I can and will do.
You deserve the best.
But how can I give that,
If you take for granted my seriousness?
And my seriousness to deliver...
You should always expect.
In fact...
I would not mind if you demanded it.
Since this will tell me our feelings are mutual.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Release Them From Their Mental Cages
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And those who are now awake,
And forgiving of their past mistakes...
Are being delayed to accomplish their missions.
By those insisting they have a fear...
Of making and creating their own footprints clear.
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And healing with an uplifting done to their minds,
Is severely overdue!
Release them from their mental cages.
We have no desire to see them stampeded.
But a stampeding of them is what we will do!
'When you say, 'Release them from their mental cages.'
You speak of doing this 'figuratively' right?
Right?
As something done emblematically, right?
RIGHT?
Why don't you answer me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reason and Cause
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect...
Or get!
To excuse a promise made,
Often degrades a relationship.
Especially if made to children.
Children do not forget it.
And adults who make promises...
With no intentions to fulfill them.
Find themselves blaming someone else,
For breaking a commitment.
Only to discover,
They have become the reason and cause...
Of that person's resentment.
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect.
Or ever again will get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is So Much More Fun
What am I saying?
What do you mean...
'What am I saying? '
Do you expect me to remember,
Pointless rhetoric?
When did you begin paying attention?
It would have been easier,
If you had stopped and said...
You were actually listening!
I had no idea you wanted us to communicate!
How long have you been wanting that?
I had been thinking you made no sense at all!
And all this time you were waiting for 'me' to make some?
Well...
I am glad you admitted that!
Now I have a reason not to take you for granted...
The next time we are naked!
We can now turn off the lights,
And excite our fantasies!
It is so much more fun when things are simple...
Brought to light,
And made clear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fingers Thumbs
Dont know what youve got til its gone
A hint of the scent then its gone
Look at the state of you, youre all fingers & thumbs
So whos your latest flame
Drivin em wild in the fast lane
Wont say I told you so, but the boy has no shame
Once when my hands were full
We were double or quits then some
Nothin at all to show for a love so precious
Gone & blown it all, how can you say
It doesnt matter much to me?
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in loves debris
Gone & blow it all & then you say
This cant be happening to me
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in loves debris
Dont know what youve got til its gone
The thrill of the chase then its gone
Only the hurt to prove that it ever went on
And life is a wonderful thing
When youre humming the words to a love song
Do what you wanna do be who you want to be
When Im in your arms Im strong
Theres nowhere Id rather be
We shine for liberty, life & the pursuit of pleasure
Gone & blown it all, how can you say
It doesnt matter much to me?
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in loves debris
Gone & blown it all & then you say
This isnt happening to me
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in loves debris
And how the days have flown too few & fast
They said it wasnt meant to last
A dumb mistake too much to pay
A shattered heart in loves debris
song performed by by Erasure
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Downfall of an Affair
It was a delusion
To think I could deflower you
I failed to decipher the debris
That we blindly scattered
It was a dubious attempt on my part
There was no need to dawdle
With the delicacy of the decadence
I made it a debauchery of epic proportions
Unable to defuse such a dolorous ambition
Like a despot lacking any devoir
I failed to demarcate the obvious
Of what I wish of this desiccate romance
How do I navigate from becoming demur
And not denigrate with depravity
To someone so debonair
I think I’ll just die
poem by Alfred Ramos
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Needless Debris
There is no need to make apparent,
An avoidance of me.
All that is done is an asistance,
To remove needless debris
Off a path I have cleared,
Of weeds and other obstacles
I have sought to clear before your appearance.
It is you that do me the favor.
And there is no need to make it apparent,
I've noticed!
And
I will to you be thankful for that deed,
That has saved me the energy of wasting time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing From The Almighty Do I Hide
The journey taken I've made,
Is not paved with purity.
Nor are my experiences free...
From temptating transgressions.
My choice to live the life I've been given,
Is just that!
My choice.
And adventure I will...
No matter who voices 'what' opinion!
I alone face obstacles I am presented.
And when those consequences come...
I am not one to run away,
In denial or allow myself to be subjected...
To a trial of those self righteous in the hiding,
Of their deceits.
To have others believe they live lives,
Without mistakes made!
I have made many.
I am not complete.
I am a work in progress.
And My Creator knows this.
And 'nothing' from The Almighty do I hide!
Nor do I wish to make the attempt to do so.
I am too much in love with this spirit...
To try to convince my life lived is perfect!
It aint.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismantle Ev'rything
Dismantle ev'rything; let's start again.
Let's rebuild the fields of their detritus,
The domestic debris caused by callous
In the money-minded hearts of bad men.
They'll advertise progress and change, but when?
When will they really deliver us this?
When it's become viscous to their bus'ness?
Tell me: will any of us be left then?
As all the streets lump and line with garbage,
The fish swim in estuaries of sludge
And the air you breathe makes you suffocate,
We've made all humanity a hostage,
Yet I, like you, prefer to be a judge
When it seems like action will come too late.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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