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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed

Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.

And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!

And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.

Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.

The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lead Balloon

Kiss my ass! I said
And I threw my drink
Tequila trickling
Down his business suit
Must be the irish blood
Fight before you think
Turn it now
You cant cowtow
You cant undo it
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
An angry man is just an angry man
But an angry woman
Bitch!
I had to ask him for a helping hand
It came with the heart
Of a bonaparte
Of a frozen fish
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Intuition

ladedada
ladedada
ladedada da dum
I'm just a simple girl
In a high tech digital world
I really try to understand
All the powers that rule this land
They say Miss J's big butt is boss
Kate Moss can't find a job
In a world of post modern fad
What was good now is bad
It's not hard to understand
Just follow this simple plan
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
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ladedada
ladedada da dum
You look at me
But you're not quite sure
Am I it or could you get more?
You learn cool from magazines
You learn love from Charlie Sheen
If you want me let me know
I promise i won't say no
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
You got something that you want me to sell
Sell your sin
Just cash in
You got something that you want me to tell
You'll love me
Wait and see
If you want me
Don't play games
I promise
It won't be in vain
Uh-uh-uh
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Just follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction

song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Signal To Noise

Nothing I do makes much sense
Say you don't really get me anymore
I wonder if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Nothing I want means a lot
Say you don't understand me like before
I'm not sure if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Nothing I think has a point
Say you don't quite believe me anymore
I wonder if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Gets hard to guess the best way through
The thing to do if none of this is true
I wish I knew how to undo
The doubt I hide inside
I grew in you...
The knot I hide inside I tied in you...
Nothing I am shows the way
Say you don't seem to know me like before
I'm not sure if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
No nothing I do makes much sense
Say you don't really get me anymore
I wonder if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Gets hard to guess the best way through
The thing to do if none of this is true
I wish I knew how to undo
The knot I tied in you...
When more or less the yes and no
Is all for show it isn't really so...
Look high and low where did we go?
You moved too fast or maybe I just moved too slow?
There's so much noise...
All the signal seems to fade away
Too much noise...
Or could be this is how it always sounds
With nothing left?

song performed by by Cure
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Where You Lead

(Carole King/Toni Stern)
Wanting you the way I do
I only want to be with you
And I would go
To the ends of the earth
Cause, darling
To me thats what
Youre worth
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead
If youre out on the road
Feeling lonely, and so cold
All you have to do is call my name
And Ill be there on the next train
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead
I always wanted a real home
With flowers in the window sill
But if you want to live in New York City
Honey, you know I will
I never thought I could get satisfaction
From just one man
If anyone can keep me happy
Youre the one who can
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need to be with you
I will follow
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need to be with you
I will follow where you lead
Oh, yes I will
Oh, Im gonna follow where you lead
Im gonna follow where you lead
Oh, Im gonna follow where you lead
I will follow
I will follow
Oh, yes I will

song performed by by Faith Hill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Brokenness

They still wish to find,
A soft exit for their flaws.
With someone or somewhere...
They wish to lay the blame.
As to why they've left their foundations,
In shambles and shame.

Somehow excuses have to be found!
To explain the mess,
They have left all around!

They still wish to define,
Their deeds as just!
With a quality of life squeezed and dried.
From an economy ruined,
And busted from rust.
That have left themselves the ones criticized.
But they try to explain away,
Their absence of knowledge.
Hoping the existence of it...
Slowly drifts and fades.
With no one feeling betrayed!

Even with the credentials of those...
Who profess to have experience.
With some of them with law degrees.
And many who claim to be scholars...
Who teach their skills in college!
But none can use simplistic common sense...
To prevent a brokenness they have created.

Although 'hate' is what they seem to do best!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Peas In a Pod

Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!

Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!

Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!

Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!

They don't try to meet
Expectations that defeat
Or deceive!
They don't try to make enemies,
Just to see if they can beat them!

And they match each other,
When the other...
Isn't there to make a pair.
This doesn't matter.
In their minds.
In their hearts.
When such feeling surrounds them,
Everywhere.

Not caring who believes it!
This is theirs and they receive it!

Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!

Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!

Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!

Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!

By those who seek,
To pierce their privacy...
With eyes that pry,
To probe inside!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ghetto Dressed

Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
It may not be politically correct,
To address this publicly.
Or expect this confessed.
But some who lack a certain finesse...
With social graces limited at best.
May acquire an appearance,
That might impress.
However...
If there is no consciousness,
That understands there is more to success...
Than 'things' one possesses.
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
And 'if' left unaddressed...
It will never progress,
To heights of one's accepted satisfaction.
That's just the way it is,
Without polish, sacrifice and a few tears!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Sense Is Missing

Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!

Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!

And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!

And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These People Are Never the First

Too often...
Those who use common sense,
Are punished for being correct.
In fact,
Some sarcastically call them smart.
As if they are using some exclusive part of the brain...
Others do not have membership to address or obtain.

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

You need not ask for them to give an opinion.
It will be there in the atmosphere!
Along with a judgement passed...
As to who made the wrong or right decision.
And why...
If it was up to them,
They would have made another choice.
And these people are never the first,
To make their voices heard!

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

And it makes one wonder why...
God has blessed certain creatures with wings to fly.
And some creatures with brains...
Never to be used for long periods of time.
Or,
Very little.
If at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Light Of Freedom

In the silent darkness of the night
somewhere shines a faithful light.
Ever so bright to those who can see
guiding everyone who wants to flee.

There is a way one must take
a path by which one can escape.
The night is short there isn't much time
before you know it the sun will shine.

There is no doubt about the way
you cannot see it during the day.
But then again it seems to me
how hard the way is to be free.

Elusive light come shine on me
show me where I ought to be.
By the deeds I do I hope you'll find
perhaps I should not be left behind.
If you choose me as one of the few
I'll follow wherever you lead me to.

poem by George Krokos
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Wizards of Illusion

Common sense?
Those who are discovered with it,
Are rare.
And leaves those believing...
An ivy league school,
Is where one can get this.
At someone's foolish expense.

With a jealousy directed to a few...
Who obtain scholarships.
As if this promotes and bestows,
An advantage for others that does not exist.

But common sense goes unused,
Frequently...
By those trying to fit their feet...
In shoes too small,
And minds unprepared...
To explain how they are ever going to wear them!

And yet,
Many do manage to amaze shocked masses,
Who eventually become influenced by such trickery.
To the point where they find themselves,
Supporting such 'wizards' of illusion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive

When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!

People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.

They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.

They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Follow

Yonder mountain so high
I cant make it all on my own, no
Rolling river why so wide?
To sweep me up and to bear me on
Up against the sky so bright
That I cant even close my eyes
I know I will follow (follow love)
Yes, yes, I will follow (follow love)
I will follow (follow love)
Follow love
Growing slowly like a tree
Someday soon, darling I love you
I love you
Soft and gentle, full summer moon
Set my soul free
Thank you, baby
Drifting like a cloud in the sky
I can see myself from high above
I know I must follow (follow love)
Somehow I will follow (follow love)
I must follow (follow love)
Follow love
Oh, half the future and half the past
Theyre waiting inside your eyes
Yes, and after all of this
To last and last
Till at last its your time to rise, rise
True believer that I am
I am blind, lead me on (lead me on)
Blessed receiver of your love
I own my own time
And Ive been holding on (holding on)
Leave the word unspoken
And the spell will not be broken
And Im bound to follow, now (follow love)
I know I must go (follow love)
I must follow (follow love)
Yes, I must follow (follow love)
Someone to hold my hand (follow love)
Somebody to lead me on(follow love)
Somebody to walk beside me (follow love)
Someone to follow me now (follow love)
I must follow love (follow love)
I will fall in love
I will follow love (follow love)
Anywhere it leads me
I will follow love (follow love)
Follow love

song performed by by James Taylor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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At Your Expense

'A sense of common sense.'
'A funny mistake.'
Please go on.
Tell me is their more?
'A joke at your expense.'
'No harm intended.'
How can their be no harm if it's at my expense? '
'Well you see...'
'It just meant to cause laughter.'
I don't find it amusing.
And just who do you think you are?
'You can call me a friend.'
'I thought you knew that.'
Then why are you making fun of me?
'Because I love you.'

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Streets I have Walked

As I walk the streets of
Ill-fated expectations-
I have often crossed
Over to the other side
Of that street that leads to
Misfortune, and at best
Oblivion-
The streets I have walked before have always
Lead to nowhere-
I hear the sound of footsteps behind me and
Voices speaking in some foreign tongue-
My eyes meet with those of strangers-
Unsmiling and threatening –
I lose myself inside the world of my dreams-
Inside this world I deny access by intruders-
This place I carry with me with each and every step-
I hear thunder and the sound of beating drums
Resonating inside of my mind-
Fearful and suspicious- I break into a run.
In my time I have walked many streets and
Have never found my place in this world
Madly spinning about my own bright star-
As the sun sets, I realize that light is shining hope and peace
Over the street I once believed lead to
Misfortune and oblivion-
In this life I have walked many streets before
Not knowing in which direction or
Where these streets have lead to-
I find myself in the midst of nowhere,
But there is no turning back, as I have
Already crossed over to the other side-
All that I have left is that one bright star to guide me-
Lost inside this world of my thoughts, I wish upon that star
With hope that I may find myself someday-
So I shall keep walking the streets paved before me until
I find the one that reaches my destination-
My guiding light is my inner strength-I now realize and
That light is brighter than the sun or any star and shines with
Every step I walk- and on the day the sun burns out and stars
Cease to exist- this strength I carry within shall forever be the torch that
Guides me-

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Implemented Craziness

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

People 'say' they pray for peace!
And as soon as they are 'released'
From their places of worship...
I overhear them passing judgements.
And condoning needless wars.

People 'say' they pray for unity,
And brotherhood.
And in most neighborhoods,
There is conflict of some kind.

People 'say' they pray for racial equality.
As long as they are made to feel superior,
Over others of color.
And they are restricted from a quality of life,
That is diminishing rapidly in quality...
And those 'values' they uphold,
Are materialistic and has devastated the economy!

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

It seems as though the more I age,
Those who take offense
To an obvious display of implemented craziness,
Are quicker to defend this mess...
As if it is tradition.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Part Of My Job Description

I am not trying to make sense.
Or find a place where it is common.
I've traveled those avenues before.

Today I have distanced myself from the search.
And those explanations about lost connections...
With an admitted obligation,
To sacrifice one's time...
In a devoted commitment to help mend,
Those of broken misunderstandings?
That is not my mission.

I deliver messages,
That's it.
Wasting time sitting to convince...
Is not part of my job description.

When were those understandings broken?
And who did not comprehend an existing split?
I would think,
Those folks are the ones...
Who should be choked up with guilt!
Trying to heal these emotional 'riffs'.
Not me!

I've done my 'tears-cried-alone' bit.
With a completed paid donation made to that charity.

I am not trying to make sense.
Or find a place where it is common.
I've traveled those avenues before.
Do I dare to retrace my footsteps?

Suggestion...
Do not wait or anticipate a response.
There will be none forthcoming.
Not to that question.
And not from my lips will one come.
I'm done with repeated aggravation.

Today I have distanced myself from the search.
And those explanations about lost connections...
With an admitted obligation,
To sacrifice one's time for the 'right-thing-to-do'.
In a devoted commitment to help mend,
Those of broken misunderstandings?
Hey...
That is not my mission.
Or a condition of my 'contract'.

I've tried that and was reminded I didn't fit in!

I deliver messages,
That's it.
Wasting time sitting,
To convince...
Which advice to follow?
And who should do it?
Is not part of my job description.

F.A.T.
And I aint talking about what to do,
With anybody's 'fat' either!
Or furthering ambitious thoughts.
Or feed any ducks to prepare to pluck.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Curriculum

Bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!

On a flight like a kite.
Excited by height.
And delighted your life,
Has a new insight.
And I,
Enjoy this ride you find...
Particular!

That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!

That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!

Those bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!

Nobody but you've got it!

That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!

That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!

That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!

That curriculum.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuing For All To Experience

A mess done to undo too late,
As is the custom.
Only adds more to the debate,
When new arrivals view potential...
As others stubbornly will convince,
That a waiting to make the right decision...
Is more advantageous to the prospect,
Of collecting more tax revenue...
To whatever is done to redo and renew.

Although...
At the expense,
Of a rapidly declining quality of life...
Continuing for all to experience.

'We first must select a committee,
To draft a bill to propose...
For an appropriate addendum,
That follows the guidelines...
Of the original documentation,
That oversees the content...
Adopted with intention,
As to not to offend those who first...
Came upon these shores,
To fight for those entitlements...
We now enjoy! '

~Excuse me,
But...
When was that? ~

'Back in the sixteen hundreds.
That's the problem we face.
No one seems to want to address,
'Our' history.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sheep

'Sheep! why don't you follow me? '
Shouted the Shepherd to his flock of three
Where I lead you, you are supposed to follow
In the desert, through the forest, or in a hollow,
I will never, ever deliberately steered you wrong
If only you will listen to me and follow me along
Your safety and happiness is my main concern
So the path we take is from the one I did learn,
With my staff in hand I will lead the way
And I hope from me that you will never stray
As there is so much danger in this world of ours
So for your safety and from my leadership, I am in charge,
'I am your shepherd and you are my flock! '
Screamed the Shepherd as he then got lost
I have taken a different road than what I've taken before
Even though against this road I had cursed and swore,
But I thought the road was safer and easier to take
You must believe my thinking, I made no mistake
This time though I had listen to the advice of others
But now I see the mistake, if only I had my druthers,
Trust in me again, and we will find the correct path
And please forgive my directions and my earlier wrath
Lets just finish our journey and do not lose faith in me
Spoke the Shepherd, to his sheep of three.

poem by Randy McClave
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