Talk Radio
I listen to these folks on talk radio,
Expressing their opinions of those of notoriety.
Who attempt living their lives as best as publicity will allow.
And I think about those people behind a microphone,
Earning a living by not leaving others alone.
To influence a listening audience with that which is unknown.
Then to finish their diminishing,
To go to their homes lived in privacy.
Where no outsider is allowed or condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Moan
When they moan...
They are much upset.
And beset in troubled homes.
When they moan...
Storm clouds have arrived.
And they can not hide,
Their groans.
When they moan!
Fed up by the rise of lies,
Told about but denied.
And there is no where to put aside their pride,
When they moan.
With a besetting that upsets them...
In their troubled homes.
And displeasures once unknown are shown.
As they gather to scatter chatter,
That droans.
When they moan.
In voices now condoned,
They moan.
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
When they moan!
Dedicated:
To my Latino brothers and sisters,
experiencing injustices 'anywhere'...
all one day will be well.
Your struggles have not gone unnoticed.
And your contributions are duly noted!
I love you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Radio Orchid
Theres an old lady living in an old house
Since her husband died she hasnt been out
She lives in her own world with her own little nightmares
And she stopped counting the days
She buys a radio station with her husbands legacy
She does her own show ten hours a day
Plays poems and listens lets feelings run free
Helps people talk the pain away
So if your world falls down
Cant see the light of day
Call the lady call the station today
And listen
This is radio orchid listen and cry
To all the others that suffer and die
This is radio orchid listen and cry
Take your lonely heart and let it fly
Sending her message shes solving the problems
Of millions and millions but who solves hers?
The old lady gets older still lives in the old house
But when she dies well all live alone
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Egos Fly High
Over a deal to purchase a football team.
People of notoriety,
Have elected themselves to use the media,
To demean.
People are losing lives.
And treasures they once owned.
Folks are being ostracized,
Not only from their families...
But also removed from foreclosed homes.
Folks with money and influential friends,
Are making their tantrums a priority.
At the expense of common sense,
For them that has yet to begin.
Egos fly high when little boys play together.
With more concern shown for their toys.
Than those homeless living in shelters.
And everyday they show evidence,
A taste to pride decadence is top on their list.
As millions of people,
Struggle to maintain an existence.
In a remorseful abyss.
Idiots with power,
Insist they have the right...
To ignite,
Their petty infighting.
As those they consider dispensible die!
Just to keep themselves in the limelight,
With perceptions they are adored day and night,
As millions cry.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Mans Rubble
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
Are you walking with unnecessary burdens,
Are you trying to take them upon yourself?
If you are, then youre living in bondage,
And you know thats bad for your spiritual health.
And are you trying to live by your emotions,
Are you putting your faith in what you feel and see?
Then youre living just to satisfy your passions,
And you better be careful cause youre being deceived.
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
Are you puzzled by the way that youre behaving,
Do you wonder why you do the things you do?
And are you troubled by your lack of resistance,
Do you feel that somethings got a hold on you?
Well deep within you, theres a spiritual balance;
Theres a voice of the darkness and a voice of the light.
And just by listening, you have made a decision,
cause the voice you hear is gonna win the fight.
Are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
If youre living as a new creation,
If youre listening to the father of light,
Then youre living in a mighty fortress,
And youre gonna be clothed in power and might.
But are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
If youre living as a new creation,
If youre listening to the father of light,
Then youre living in a mighty fortress,
And youre gonna be clothed in power and might.
But are you living in an old mans rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
If you are then youre headed for trouble;
If you listen too long youll eventually die.
But if youre living as a new creation,
If youre listening to the father of light,
Then youre living in a mighty fortress,
And youre gonna be clothed in power and might.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Tongues and Lips Twisted
Tongues and lips twisted.
While minds are blinded to world events.
As folks complain about the government,
Being too much in their lives.
When the government is their life.
Just as much as they condone...
The lies of politicians and priests.
All living to expose age old deceits.
And the people are expected to believe in them,
Faithfully?
If the 'Price Is Right'...
Those surviving lives lived in 'Jeopardy'
May get an opportunity,
To spin the 'Wheel of Fortune'.
Or spend a lifetime in a 'Family Feud'...
Discussing with 'Dr. Phil' their point of view.
After listening to 'Oprah'
Who seems to have survived...
Every crisis known experienced by human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thanks for visiting
from the crowded shopping malls to the quiet corners of the homes
we roam alone living the life bestowed upon us
every now and then we connect with strange souls
some were brief encounters and some where friendships bloomed
together they become the very elements that defines our fleeting life
everyone we met through chance and fate
teaches us a thing or two during of their stay
we met millions of people in our lives but
only a few were allowed to help make & walk our courses and
only one or two can leave imprints that dictate whatever may come
thanks to those that came and left, leaving us gratified
thanks to those that came and left, leaving us shattered
and thanks to those that came and never left, leaving us feeling loved
and thanks to those whom we have yet to meet
everything we do and every choice that we make takes us a step closer to the truth
we share, we learn, and sometimes we just observe and take no actions
we came alone and will leave alone
it’s the times in between that we had company
so thanks to those that came along and
gave meaning and depth to our evanescent existence
Like They See It Done In The Movies
I was in and out of the military,
By the age of 21.
Living co-independently with responsibilites...
As a married man with a wife expecting our son.
Today I have little patience,
With men and women both who whine.
About living lives they wished they had.
But accepting routines to live,
Everyday...
In their minds.
And I have no tolerance for those who make claims...
About what they do and how they do it.
While expressing a self centered sadness,
To hold others to blame for their restricted ambitions.
And listening to them...
You will hear them threaten to run away.
And make childish proclamations.
And there are still those...
Who will convince others they have been on their own.
All their lives!
But they have never spent time by themselves.
Nor could they walk on their paths alone.
They have never done it.
But quick to demand from others they do!
Like they see it done in the movies.
Without the added moans and groans.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Catering Done
Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults with a goal to increase...
Perceptions to connect a comprehending growth,
Shown that is released.
People become defensive when in the presence,
Of one who has experience to share.
And instead of being respectful with a listening...
One's biasness takes over.
And a critiquing diminishing from them begins.
With that as the awareness there to be given.
Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults.
With a catering done to an ignorance as a result...
An encouragement of mediocrity flourishes without end.
'So what is the ultimate solution? '
Something that will remove biased attitudes.
With an implementation in everyone's mind...
To find reasons to respect with a leaving them colorblind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chubby Mugs
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is endearing!
And to do this and feel entitled?
Clearly mentally and physically,
Handicapped...
Are these folks who do that.
Although those who choose,
To be politcally correct...
May become upset by others expressing,
Their direct assessments.
That seem harsh and openly stated,
With a degree of disrespect.
However,
The ones with their chubby mugs...
Are offensive to the eyes.
As well as to those who are health consciously wise.
If people are adding pounds their bodies don't need,
Who pays for this...
Ultimately?
You and me.
We have to step aside to have these FAT folks,
Accomodated unnecessarily!
And there are already enough excuses made,
To raise and pocket taxes!
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is something to be endeared?
And to do this and be entitled too?
At 'my' expense?
As if looking like a bloated float,
Is something to prove?
With a diminishing of what I value?
And that is my good sense...
I had to experience with my 'own' ignorance?
I simply do not think so!
Living waddling like this,
Is not the right way to go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's Living With That Mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Wakes up to give a damn?
Who here,
Demands to give a helping hand?
And who here,
Knows that peace has a chance?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about their fellowman?
Who here,
Gives their neighbor understanding?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about what is right?
Who here,
Wants to do that day and night?
And who here,
Prays conflicts and fights
Would end!
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that,
As ambition?
To live to give as a mission?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Have The Nerve To Listen
If you have come to believe,
Someone can actually be blamed...
For your pitiful life lived?
Look in the mirror!
Add that person to your list as well.
If you want to accuse anyone,
For failures you feel?
Point your finger at everyone,
Who tolerated listening to your nonsense...
As they allowed you to get away with this!
A dead end just doesn't happen.
An accident in the making,
Has had several eyes withnessing it.
A mind condoned to drift into foolishness...
Had been nurtured to follow,
A path one sought with assistance directed.
If you have come to believe,
Someone can actually be blamed...
For your pitiful life lived?
Look in the mirror!
Add that person to your list as well.
And if you have the nerve to listen,
To yourself tell you where to go?
Pay attention!
It may be the beginning for you,
To the doing of 'something' about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shivering And Not Singing
Cold and freezing in low degrees,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
Mittens, earmuffs and coats of fleece,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And breezes seem to hollar...
'Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
The snow is deep and boots are needed on feet,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets,
And warm bed sheets.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living In China
They got the red book, they got the new look
All the little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all of the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
For all the little people that are living in china
What would chairman mao say, if he knew what theyre doing to his wife today
What did china do? she ordered out for submarines instead of chinese food
China fields of rice, modern man no longer evil hes a paradise
What did the chairman want?
A great big wall they could all watch orientals on
They got the red book, they got the new look
The little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
The little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
All the little people that are living in china
What would chairman mao say
If he knew what his people think of him today
Revolution is out of hand
The gang of four, trying to make it as a western band
China, what do you need
Youve got everything from your scruffy head to dirty feet
China you want to dance
Youre wearing makeup and listening to adam and the ants
They got the new look, they got the red book,
All the little people that are living in china
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
For all the little people that are living in china
They got ping pong egg foo yung
The little people that are living in china
The solution is revolution
They got the answers to all the questions
All the little people that are living in china
China, living in china
China, living in china
China, living in china
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Smearing Done Condoned
People finding they can't keep up.
Or have voices that will not speak up.
Spending sad lives fast asleep,
To awaken in groans alone.
People stealing sneaky peeks,
From window sills in cushioned seats.
And can't believe these times they see...
Trouble coming near their homes.
They wont accept,
But must condone...
Although they wish to reject,
What's going on.
And block out,
What they choose to hear...
If it's not the smearing of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
People stealing sneaky peeks,
From window sills in cushioned seats.
And can't believe these times they see...
Trouble coming near their homes.
But,
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
They love it!
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
They wont accept,
But must condone...
Although they wish to reject,
What's going on.
And block out,
What they choose to hear...
If it's not the smearing of people.
They love it!
They love it!
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
The smearing done of people!
The smearing done condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking At The Many People
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people,
Waiting to live a life they like.
The many people...
In a luxurized hype.
Looking at the people,
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gettin' Sacrificial
When you see me believe me...
I am doing just what I do,
Like you.
Living my life and doing that right!
When you see me believe me...
I am doing just what I do,
Like you.
Living my life and doing that right!
I can't be bothered by those sobs that drop.
Or sit with pity partiers,
On the block.
Or listen to the whining and the crying,
With the moans.
From grown folks acting like kids,
They've disowned!
I know,
It's getting harder everyday,
For some folks to stand on their own.
Alone!
I know,
It's gettin' sacrificial when the rent gets paid on loans.
I know that,
Many have flopped from the top!
I know that,
Honesty for many has stopped.
I know...
It's gettin' sacrifical just to keep,
In a safety zone!
I know,
It's getting harder everyday,
For some folks to stand on their own.
Alone.
I know,
It's gettin' sacrificial when the rent gets paid on loans.
When you see me believe me...
I am doing just what I do,
Like you.
Living my life and doing that right!
I know that...
People don't eat,
Can't sleep.
I know that many feel they're living on a meter.
I know that...
People are disgusted with their leaders.
I know that...
Misery is spreading through the air.
I know...
Some folks wanna do it,
But get screwed
Showing they care!
I can't be bothered by those sobs that drop.
Or sit with pity partiers,
On the block.
I know that...
People don't eat,
Can't sleep.
I know that many feel they're living on a meter.
I know that...
People are disgusted with their leaders.
Good God...
It's gettin' sacrificial just to keep,
In a safety zone!
Yes I said,
It's gettin' sacrificial just to keep,
In a safety zone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn Your Radio On
Come and listen in to a radio station
Where the mighty hosts of heaven sing
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on
If you want to feel those good vibrations
Coming from the joy that His love can bring
Turn you radio on, turn your radio on.
Turn your radio on
And listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and glory share
Turn your lights down low
And listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God, and turn your radio on.
--- Instrumental ---
Everybody has a radio receiver
All you got to do is listen for the call
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on
If you listen in you will be a believer
Leanin' on the truths that'll never fall
Get in touch with God, turn the radio on.
Turn your radio on
And listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and glory share
Turn your lights down low
And listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
Turn your radio on
And listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and glory share
Turn your lights down low
And listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
Turn your lights down low
And listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Scrutinized Under Spotlight
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
Many people are raised to believe,
The only reason they are here...
Is to eat, receive and to deceive.
And the ones not fitting these qualities,
Are highly suspected for seeking attention...
Until they are relieved,
From the giving of themselves willfully.
And at most times without compensation...
Suggested or received,
As a token of sincere acknowledgement.
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
And to be scrutinized under spotlight...
Is not the ambition of one of good deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most People are even incapable of forming such opinions.
quote by Albert Einstein
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