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The Convenience Of Manipulation

The convenience of manipulation,
Only provides temporary relief...
For the ones who believe,
They keep hidden their misdeeds...
Behind a wall to have others perceive,
Them to be...
Upright and righteous.
Until the facts have been exposed...
To close all exits to show them culprits.
Unable to remove the guilt from their faces.
Or masquerade another successful charade.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Wonderful Parade

Your wonderful parade
Moving thru the towns that rise and then they fade
Over streets that pass the houses where you've stayed
Your wonderful parade
Your daily masquerade
Paper masks behind this face that you have made
Crumble down upon foundation that you've laid
Your daily masquerade
(*) stand in line try to climb
Meet your wife at cocktail time
Surely you should try and choose a better way to fall
Your marvelous charade
Never could be worth the prices that you've paid
Blindness is a part of every game you've played
Your marvelous charade
Repeat (*)
Your daily masquerade
Your wonderful parade

song performed by by Carpenters
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In Darkness Hidden

We admit our guilts.
And there to judge...
Come those self righteous.

Our faults are there.
Exposed as we have shown them.
And we are accused of being egotistical.

Although,
Those self righteous...
In darkness hidden,
Continue with the feeding...
Of their discreeted sleaze.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Needed To Be Naked

When I began to realize,
My insecurities victimized...
Wishes I had to plant good deeds,
Those ambitions I had 'then'...
I made more challenging.
I had to.

I needed to be naked!
Bared with flaws exposed.
And free of masquerade...
That began to entrap me in smothering denial.
I witnessed too many living like this.
Cursed and motivated by pre-meditation.
Dwelling on the surface without depth.
And at a loss to live life with passion.

I needed to be naked!
Bared,
And free of masquerade.
If I had to strip to magnetize my dreams,
So be it.

Those barriers placed around a comfort zone,
I 'had' to remove.
I invited criticisms.
I wanted to grow.
And I knew I couldn't do it...
If all I did was dance with pretension,
With others who were equally well hidden.
And a keeping in rhythm with 'that'...
Was not me!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(No More) Love At Your Convenience

Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth
Turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
Things gotta be what they got to.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Thirteen

At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faces and layers of faces

At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unable To Keep From Looking Back

Unable to face facts...
Is an unfortunate mindset to have,
When all foundations of the past...
Are being revealed to have cracks.

Every question one can ask,
Can today be traced to the truth.
And every denial one offers back,
Slips from a validity needlessly pursued.

The few amongst the many,
Feeling to be at peace with themselves...
Without the need for traps,
Also have a need to isolate from those...
Who stubbornly refuse,
To accept with belief these times we are at.

Unable to face facts.
Unable to keep from looking back.
Unable to shake away hours from a yesterday.
And...
Unable to say a grip held tightly,
Begins to fade and to drift away...
From one's existence.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Others Now Have Done It

Run...
As if you're going to get something done.

'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'

Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?

'No...
I just can't charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'

Run...
Why can't you masquerade?

'Too many others have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!

Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!

Run...
As if you're going to get something done.

'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'

Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?

'No...
I can't just charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'

Run...
Why can't you masquerade?

'Too many others now have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!

Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.

Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.

Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run away.
To come back wishing they'd stayed.

Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Come back wishing they'd stayed.

Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Come back wishing they'd stayed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masquerade

A masquerade of dancing shadows
Appear before me
Through my mystic window
And soon to be seen
I saw presented
Became a vision that
I saw resented
I stood and watched
Its image changing
The unseen hand was rearranging
And all the time I wondered
How did it wind
Slowly, surely it unfolded
Its simple lines just as
A pole wind told it
A temporary revolution
My problems rose and fell
With a lapse of illusion
My mind was telling me, dont fight it
Its just a hazard in the night
Dont do those
Whove lost their way
Its a masquerade
Masquerade, its a masquerade ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Emerging From The Darkness

First I am baited to debate my beliefs.
Crucified I am when my facts are released.
Then someone decides my opinions have been correct.
Now my opponents are loosening their grips around my neck.
Hoping to masquerade themselves as crusaders.
And not the thieves many are beginning to suspect,
As thoughtless creatures, self-centered with no respect.

Truth is emerging from the darkness to be exposed to light.
And I haven't budged at all from those insights I know are right.
I don't mask loopholes with pretense they don't exist.
Nor am I here to protect those rich,
From dipping further into their pockets to assist those in ditches.
Those unable to switch from caviar,
Or beef skewered shish-kebobs rotorized on thick sticks!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Payback Isn't Always In The Seeking

What is it with those,
Who boo and hiss efforts of some people...
To purposely wish havoc bestowed upon them.
And as years pass evil deed doers later expect,
A forgiveness given for their conscious intentions.
To then pretend themselves 'saints'.
While the ones burdened by agonizing mental pains,
Are left alone to mend with nothing about this pretended.
As those who perceive and believe their misdeeds done,
Have miraculously disappeared...
To forever be erased from memory.

Payback isn't always in the seeking of revenge,
To warn others with attitudes that are shown.
Often it takes one to awaken with guilt to be felt,
To self inflict their own grief.
And portrayals of innocence may be easier to release,
Than the knowing of what one has done to another.

'I hope you understand that the years I tormented your life,
I was not completely aware that my activities...
Would one day come back to haunt me.'

~And...
You expect from me an apology?
Or a wish to transfer your guilt?
Which is it?
I appreciate your confession.
But I am not the one to administer or offer relief.~

'But...
Don't you hate me? '

~Why would I want to waste that kind of energy?
Apparently you've done enough of that for the both of us.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There To Visit And Released

A truth hidden and unknown,
Eventually exposed and shown...
To be what it is,
Whether at night or in broad daylight...
Is difficult to create escapes to make,
By those who had relied upon the giving of false faces.
Even their own shadows in dark places intimidates.

With no where they can go to be believed,
To expect a warm welcoming to be received.
Since once truth is seen for all that it is,
It becomes impossible to fake or substitute.
Ask anyone confined in the mind by their misdeeds.
And experiencing a fear to be left alone anywhere.
Especially if truth has been there to visit and released.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CX: Ability

It’s not unable, it’s just not a favor
It’s not unable, it’s just reluctance
It’s not unable, it’s just not my style
It’s not unable, it’s just wrong
It’s not unable, it’s just no time
It’s not unable, it’s just out of place
It’s not unable, it’s just not consideration
It’s not unable, it’s just objection
It’s not unable, it’s just not effective
It’s not unable, it’s just stubbornness
It’s not unable, it’s just not important
It’s not unable, it’s just mercy

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Temporary Secretary

Mister Marks Can You Find For Me
Someone Strong And Sweet Fitting On My Knee
She Can Keep Her Job If She Gets It Wrong
Ah, But Mister Marks I Won't Need Her Long
All I Need Is Help For A Little While
We Can Take Dictation And Learn To Smile
And A Temporary Secretary Is What I Need For To Do The Job
I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Mister Marks Could You Send Her Quick
'Cause My Regular Has Been Getting Sick
I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Mister Marks I Can Pay Her Well
If She Comes Along And Can Stay A Spell
I Will Promise Now That I'll Treat Her Right
And Will Rarely Keep Her 'Til Late At Night
I Need A ..
She Can Be A Belly Dancer
I Don't Need A Need Romancer
She Can Be A Diplomat
But I Don't Need A Girl Like That
She Can Be A Neurosurgeon
If She's Doin' Nothing' Urgent
What I Need's A Temporary, Temporary Secretary
I Need A, I Need A
Temporary Secretary. Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Now Mister Marks When I Send Her Back
Will You Please Make Sure She Stays On The Right Track
Spoken: Well I Know How Hard It Is For Young Girls These Days In The Face Of Everything To Stay On
The Right Track
What I Need's A Temporary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary,
Temporary Secretary I Need A
Temporary Secretary. Temporary Secretary,
Temporary Secretary.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Charade of Parading Unconsciousness

Bloated misquotes,
Intentionally spoken to provoke...
With schemes planted,
By the shallow minded.
Have backed fired!
The purpose had been
To place those of these misdeeds
In positions others would see as influential.

And they have become extremely successful,
Accomplishing their goals.
Many have discovered them as totally insignificant.
And those they have slandered...
With character assassinations,
Have now found themselves assessed,
As visionaries!

But then again...
Why does it take the heartbreak of isolation,
For idiots to be uncovered?

Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness...
That feeds blinded appetites,
To float on comments unspoken or thought
By the ones brought to shame and ostracism.
And it happens too conveniently to smear,
The ones not in fear to speak sincerely!

Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness?
When will the tricks of this wicked slickness end?
Is this too woven into the fabric?
It can not be that tight of a weave...
Since many are awakening highly pissed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masquerade

Im here , laying underneath
But there is nothing left to say
You slowly went your way from me
Felt your softness fade away
Who am I ?
To make you stay
Oh , here we go again
Entering the masquerade
This is the place
Dreams will shatter
Cover your face and care no more
She dont care no more
These narrowed eyes I dont know
Nothing is there behind
The mask you wear
Now it feels so unreal
Cold as ice
This face I see
Masquerade , masquerade
Let me out
Masquerade, masquerade
Care no more
Masquerade
She dont care no more
Masquerade, masquerade
Let me out to save her

song performed by by Xymox
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Manipulation Got You Tripping

Lead me on then, tell me whatever you want me to know, yeah just tell it to me, I'll will absorb it, I'm so dumb I will remember it
Manipulation got you tripping
Oh for real, we going to do that and that and go here and there and be together forever
Manipulation got you tripping
Did all this and that, thought I was doing all the right things to make things straight for us Manipulation got you tripping
Dang for real, oh yeah, all this time this was only gonna lead to this and me feeling sick Manipulation got you tripping
Oh that was cold, got me here while you over there talking to him
Manipulation got you tripping
Alright, it is what it is then, I guess I ain't wanted here no more
Manipulation got you tripping Well yo gat damn, time to be the Nupe I am and wake up my fans
Manipulation got you slipping, cause now I'm dipping

poem by Coker George
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Relief and pleasure

Relief is a temporary respite.
You get it when you take up another.
Pleasure is a temporary joy.
You get it when you switch over to next.
15.06.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Haunted By Your Own Remarks

Haunted by your own remarks?
That attacked someone without facts,
To impart?
And when the truth surfaces...
You can not take your misdeeds back.
And the one you criticized with your falsities,
Is also aware of that.
Which one of you do you 'think'...
Has a mind filled with guilt,
That invisibly stays on the mind and attacks?
Could it be the one,
Who knows exactly what you've done?
Let's say...
The odds are not in your favor!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing One's Difference

there are differences
they begin to show their faces at first in the dark
and then
unable to hold what they have inside their hearts
they exposed themselves in an island of light
they talk and they begin to explain
i am what i am, says the old difference
and it doesn't matter now, says the new one
we come, says all of them
they finally say, we come to tell you
that there are no points of comparison
now, the one with a scar says
you must learn to live alone
thrive and grow and
just be yourself for there is no other
no one
and then one moment he says
'aha! ' and then he jumps and shouts
after that
he is so silent and starts to write.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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