The Building Of Your Decisions Made
That comfort once given,
To those fleeing to live in suburbia...
Has become more disturbing,
To those who had taken flight...
From a created blight they left,
To declare 'them' and those...
As 'ghetto-ites'.
The price of escape has been at your expense.
Your foreclosed dreams...
Has been a costly and emotional experience.
And pointing your fingers,
Will not make a difference.
Since the walls you bang your head against,
Represents the building of your decisions made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Steal Away
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
We still ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
I've been thinkin lately baby
Maybe we should layin tonight
I would ?? paper was crazy
Music if is wrong I feel this right
Maybe we can make sweet love
Cause I know we feel so good
And more of two we escape this pressure
You know what? We should
Steal away
song performed by by Mary J Blige from No More Drama
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Should This Make A Difference
Should it make a difference,
To the one accustomed to looking up...
As to who holds their head down?
To stop with a noticing of it...
Giving time to see what has been lost to be found?
Should it make a difference,
That people around talk 'to' each other...
With no eye contact that exists?
Should this make a difference,
To one who has already experienced this?
Should any of this make a difference,
To one who realizes their movements are not restricted...
On a top ten list of prioritized accomplishments,
Sought to do...
Since...
No one is aware of the persistence it takes,
To resist being disrespected with an accepted disregard.
Should this make a difference,
To one who has chosen to gaze at stars...
With dreams and wishes?
No.
The difference that is,
Has been decided and made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Locked in a Box
I'm in a locked box
and I'm searching
for the key.
The key that
will set me free.
But wait this locked box
is like no other...
the locked box I'm
in is not made from
cardboard, glass,
wood, plastic or
leather.
The locked box I’m in
is made by an alloyed created
by my own hands.
My mind is the locked
box that I'm in.
The bottom is made from
the ghetto streets
I grew up on.
And one side of the box
is made from the violence
and abuse I suffered
at home.
Now another side is made from
the drugs and alcohol I used
to escape.
While another side is made of
my own self hate.
Now the last side of the locked
box is made from the things
that used to be my hopes
and dreams,
and the lid of this locked box
is made from my nightmares
and screams.
Now, I’m scratching the walls
trying to set myself free.
Because I can feel this
lock box closing in on me.
Closing in so tight it is taking
away my breath.
This locked box is becoming
my resting place after my death.
Wait a minute death may be
the key.
For if I die I will be free.
I'm in a locked box.
My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption
Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.
If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.
My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refreshened Appetite
I am sure they have different perceptions,
About how to do things right.
I am a ghetto baby.
Not a surburbanite!
I've experienced people leeching,
Off backs to get an easy ride.
Telling others what they do for the poor.
And without them,
They wouldn't have those lives to criticize.
Or make a buck.
To act stuck up!
OR plant fat butts on toilets...
To get through,
And publicly turn their backsides!
I am sure they have different perceptions,
About success and how that appears.
How it looks to them...
When they drive in expensive cars,
Snearing at the 'lowly'...
And being the snobs they are!
But one thing comes to them,
That is unavoidable.
And that is very clear.
Their activities in the past decades now gone...
Has brought them much regret and tears!
I am sure they have different perceptions,
About how to do things right.
So many of them now appear in 'ghettos'...
Attempting to correct,
Their damaged 'insights'
With a refreshened appetite...
To enlighten themselves with a higher consciousness.
Devoid of an absence of arrogance.
And befriend the 'ghetto-ites' of blight they incited!
Bringing offerings to share...
A newfound diet they like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suburbia
Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
Roaming suburban boys
Mothers got a hairdo to be done
She says theyre too old for toys
Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen
In this suburban hell
And in the distance a police car
To break the suburban spell
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Break the window by the town hall
Listen, the siren screams
There in the distance, like a roll call
Of all the suburban dreams
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
Its on the front page of the papers
This is their hour of need
Wheres a policeman when you need one
To blame the colour tv?
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Kick Down The Walls
Took the long way to the shortcut, and the walls were made of stone
Took the low road to the highground, had to feel it in my bones
Everybody wants some heaven, but nobody wants to die
Its been brought to my attention
Youll be dead a long time, now aint that a crime
Chorus:
Kick down the walls, shake down the building, help me bust out of this cage
Kick down the walls, shake down the building, must be time for a change
I went driving in the moonlight, there was no place left to go
I went digging in my coalmine, when I hit the motherload
If this world could work together, like a big old human clock
It would run on till forever, it would never have to stop, never have to stop
Chorus
(instrumental break)
You cant buy no protection, dont care who you are
Spreading out in all directions, now its no hold barred
Everybody runs for cover, from the sun and sex and sin
If you think you got the answers, buddy just you come on in, step right in
Chorus repeats 2x
Kick down the walls, shake down the building
Kick down the walls, shake down the building
Kick down the walls, shake down the building
Kick down the walls, shake down the building
song performed by by Toto
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What About The Love
I went to see my sister.
She was staying with a friend
Who had turned into a preacher
To save the world from sin.
He said, first deny your body,
And then learn to submit.
Pray to be made worthy,
And tithe your ten percent.
I said, is this all there is,
Just the letter of the law?
Somethings wrong.
I went to see my brother
On the 32nd floor
Of a building down on wall street;
You could hear the futures roar.
He said, here we make decisions,
And we trade commodities;
If you tell me where theres famine,
I can make you guarantees.
I said, is this all there is,
Power to the strong?
Somethings wrong.
Somethings wrong in heaven tonight.
You can almost hear them cry.
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love?
I went to see my neighbor.
Hed been taken to a home
For the weak and the discarded
Who have no place to go.
He said, here I lack for nothing;
I am fed and I am clothed.
But at times I miss the freedom
I used to know.
I said, is this all there is,
When your usefulness is gone?
Somethings wrong.
Somethings wrong in heaven tonight. (somethings wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love?
(yeah, yeah, yeah....)
(yeah.)
(yeah.)
I looked into the mirror, (yeah.)
Proud as I could be, (yeah.)
And I saw my pointing finger (yeah.)
Pointing back at me,
Saying, who named you accuser? (yeah.)
Who gave you the scales? (yeah.)
I hung my head in sorrow; (yeah.)
I could almost feel the nails.
I said, this is how it is
To be crucified and judged
Without love.
Somethings wrong in heaven tonight. (somethings wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love of god?
Somethings wrong in heaven tonight. (somethings wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love of god?
Somethings wrong in heaven tonight. (somethings wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love...?
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Sad to Witness
There for no purpose and rehearsing grief,
Just to please the ambitions of one man...
Who has gotten us in deep shit,
At our expense to satisfy a disturbed ego!
Is sad to witness!
But then again...
It has been sad to witness the fact,
That he represents so many like him
Who can not accept defeat
Without ensuring everyone feels
As insecure about failure as he does!
No matter what the cost or price to be paid!
It's just a way of life for him and those he represents!
Even though what's kept in movement...
Makes no bit of sense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Angels Play
Come with me to a place no likes Ive ever seen
A million miles from here where no one's ever been
God-given rays and a holy heaven phase [?]
I'm on the edge of something shadowy
I'm coming through
'Ok, let's fly,' she says, 'this carpet's made for two'
This room be [?] a little box, no place for me and you
Our carpet falls on a dew-fresh daffodil plain
Take a look around, there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
Out below the country rolls like a mighty boiling sea
The warm red sun gives up and sinks into the tree
But I've no pill [?] I can't stand here betrayed
Take a look around there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Bang-bang
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
I was five and you were six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black, you wore white
You would always win the fight
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
I grew up, I called you mine
You would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
After echoes from a gun
We both vowed that wed be one
Now youre gone I dont know why
Sometimes I cry
You didnt say goodbye
You didnt take the time to lie
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
song performed by by Cher
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Hopefully 'Something' Is Being Learned
A capitalistic way of life foreclosed,
Has put an end to values claimed.
That treasured piece of the pie grows mold.
And standards proclaimed can no longer be maintained.
Shocked into reality and stunned by defeat,
People who once gloated then...
Find themselves now knocked off their feet.
No longer now declining others,
To be neighbors on vacant streets.
Those who knew the quietness of suburbia,
Find a fresh kindred with those in shelters.
Those kept enclosed to live lives on urban streets.
Victims of the greedy...
Who never thought they'd see,
Themselves sharing a commonness...
With the people they described as lazy, shiftless and weak.
How bleak.
A capitalistic way of life foreclosed,
Has put an end to values claimed.
That treasured piece of the pie grows mold.
And standards proclaimed can no longer be maintained.
Who is to blame for their misfortunes?
A self righteousness flushed down the drain?
Who can they now point their fingers to as heathens?
Do they look at mirrors found,
Without lowering their heads in shame?
'That's doubtful.
Since they've been conditioned and trained,
To see themselves above all others.
With any changes made...
To return them back to times that were,
For them that remains the same.
Unchanged,
Lacking empathy.
And ungrateful.'
Well...
Hopefully 'something' is being learned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Missing Finger
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
Fifteen years away from home,
We are yet to know what really went wrong;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
What really went wrong with your missing finger?
You made enough money and thought that,
You were richer than the President;
Today, you've returned home poorer than before!
There is time for everything,
A time to gain and a time to lose;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Who will help you now?
Fifteen years awayto make some money,
But today you can't even eat well at home;
From a flight to your plight,
Today you can't even sleep well at home;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
The very colours of the rainbow with a view;
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back home with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Fifteen years away to make some money;
From the land of red, gold and green! !
From a flight to a plight,
It's all part of a lesson;
You are now at home at last.
The President was at the stadium but,
Where were you?
It is better to be humble than to boast.
Flight, sight, might, bright, tight, light;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Bite, kite, height, fight, eight, plight;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Quiet, rite, white, night, site, write;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Today, the President is better off than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bang & Blame
If you could see yourself now, baby
Its not my fault
You used to be so in control
Youre going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go
Youre laying blame
Take this as no, no, no
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
If you could see yourself now baby,
The tables have turned
The whole world hinges on your swings
Your secret life of indiscreet discretions
Id turn the screw and leave the screen,
Dont point your finger,
You know thats not my thing
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
Youve got a little worry,
I know it all too well,
Ive got your number,
But so does every kiss-and-tell
Who dares to cross your threshold,
Or happens on your way,
Stop laying blame.
You know thats not my thing.
You know thats not my thing,
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Its not my thing so let it go.
You kiss on me, tug on me, rub on me, jump on me,
You bang on me, beat on me, hit on me, let go on me,
You let go on me.
song performed by by REM
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Bang Bang Lulu
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He could not get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a red dress
When she put it on
Every man that she passed by
Thought she must be
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu joined the army
She was fighting in a war
Stood in front of the enemy
Their weapons hit them
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu knew a singer
He had so many hits
She loved his voice
But she hated the way
He kept grabbin her
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He just couldnt get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
song performed by by Boney M.
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I think it is ironic that many of the leaders in technology were adopted.
I think it is ironic that many of the leaders in technology were adopted. Every one raves about how Steve Jobs put so much style into the apple; he turned his computers into an esthetic work of art, as well as into a fluid experience of joy; thus transforming both dimensions, making the out side experience as beautiful and wonderful as the inside, from a machine that was thoroughly repulsive to the vast majority prior to Steve Jobs. As people we wish the outside of our life was as beautiful, cooperative, exciting and rewarding as how we imagine it, as how we experience it on the inside as well as in moments from our depths.
We wish our inside could be understood by our loved ones. We wish to understand others seemingly incomprehensible emotional states. This is never more real than in infancy, as children, and later as teenagers. What Steve Jobs did was pure alchemy, on one level he was trying to bridge the gap from the lost part of himself, to make himself as attractive as possible to his miss attuned parents so that they would take an real interest in him. He attempted to decode what seemed to a child his parent's senseless emotional algorithm of being emotionally unavailable into something comprehensible. He also made something very distant assessable, complex codes to be memorized with great labor into a mouse and images, where one simply points and clicks.
He got the love, the admiration from many that he needed, he far out reach most, becoming an icon, but the child in him yearned and created the emotional attunement he never had, in both the inside and out side he had made himself through his products as appealing as possible, towards the end his exterior persona started to fade, and he could not maintain his brilliant performances, ironically for once he could experience the unconditional love on the out side and inside for who he was without having to physically dazzle and brilliantly perform. For once he would be loved for who he was, not for the dreams he could fulfill for others.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Bang And Blame
If you could see yourself now, baby
Its not my fault
You used to be so in control
Youre going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go
Youre laying blame
Take this as no, no, no, no, no
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Its not my thing so let it go
If you could see yourself now, baby
The tables have turned
The whole world hinges on your swings
Your secret life of indiscreet discretions
Id turn the screw and leave the screen
Dont point your finger
You know thats not my thing
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Its not my thing so let it go now
Youve got a little worry
I know it all too well
Ive got your number
But so does every kiss and tell
Who dares to cross your threshold
Or happens on you way
Stop laying blame
You know thats not my thing
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Its not my thing so let it go
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
Its not my thing so let it go
You kiss on me, tug one me
Rub on me, jump on me
You bang on me, beat on me
Hit on me, let go on me
You let go on me
song performed by by REM
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The only difference between me and most people is that I'm perfectly aware that all my important decisions are made for me by my subconscious. My frontal lobes are just kidding themselves that they decide anything at all. All they do is think up reasons for the decisions that are already made.
quote by Rex Stout
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The Wind Was There
I
all was in flight
wild geese in the sky
snow from the sky flying
rivers hastening to the sea
and waves from the midsea
hastening to the shore
horses running from a fence
fences running from the ground
ground fleeing from the sky
and the sky was filled with flying stars
and suns innumerable
daisies springing from the grass
pines fleeing up the mountainside
even the mountain was in flight
less swift than southward geese
or rivers in the spring
less swift than these but fleeing still
stone upon stone scraping in slow erosion
gravel grinding into dust and fleeing before the wind
II
all was in flight
even from a distance I
my flight was faster than a fleeing cloud
I only knew the wind was there
swift and imperious and proud
sharper than fine steel
III
so shall I ever flee
swifter yet swifter
until the speed is such
my spirit shall enkindle with the wind
and then
a brown and crackled leaf I'll fall
my flesh to shrivel into mould
my blood to mingle with the seeping rain
and all my body's flight become a strange return
poem by Bravig Imbs
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Suburbia
How can anybody ever change
When the whole world wants you to stay the same
I guess you just take the blame
Of being someone who had to find her own way
In your dreams you're fabulous
But in your life ridiculous
See Alice had to go to Wonderland
To sip on some thee who left her in a trance yeah
[chorus]
In Suburbia It always stays the same
How can anybody ever change
Uh oh uh oh uh
In Suburbia People never change
When the world wants you to stay the same
Uh oh uh oh uh
Life for you is just a great big game
You have no control and all you feel is shame
Don't try to numb the pain
Tomorrow comes and you will be ok
In your dreams you're fabulous
But in your life ridiculous
See Alice had to go to Wonderland
To sip on some thee who left her in a trance yeah
[chorus 2x]
Uh oh uh oh uh In a trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh In a trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh
In Suburbia It always stays the same
In Suburbia People never change
[chorus]
Uh oh uh oh uh In a trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh In trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh Uh oh uh oh uh
In a trance yeah Uh oh uh oh uh
In a trance yeah Uh oh uh oh uh
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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