The Reality Of These Revelations
If I find you in my backyard,
Consistently snooping.
Pillaging through that which I own.
And confiscating my resources by illegal means,
Why is it neccessary for you...
To campaign about you being better than me?
I would think by now those who had once believed,
In your accomplishments and bragged abilities...
Wonder why you spend your time,
Taunting me although I wonder not at all about that need.
And nothing you claim to be yours,
Has been obtained in your own backyard to be explored.
And it baffles those of unconscious minds,
As to the shocking findings undermined over time...
By the reality of these revelations.
And even more unbelievable,
Are those portraying themselves to be stunned...
When accused they display attitudes of being insecure.
'That was great.
Everyone played their roles magnificently.
Now we don't have much time to prepare for 'Act Two'.
These next few scenes will be less colonialistic,
With a more colloquialistic feel.
So right away you know we are going to lose part of the audience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Backyard Brawl
Got a cut on my thigh, got a nail in my eye
And I'm bleedin' all over the wall
Got a barbed wire bat and a dude on the mat
Ain't getting up soon at all
Got a head full of rage and a belly full of hate
I'm the neighborhood legend that just can't wait
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Don't matter who you are, don't matter what color
Brown or white'll do
But if you're yellow you'll be covered in red
A whole lotta black and blue
Jump off the trailer in a pile full o' guys
Scratching and kicking and pulverized
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Only got six teeth but three of those
Are sharp enough to bite off your nose
At the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
[Spoken:]
You think you're so tough
You talkin' to me?
You're mine
Come on, let's go
Come on stitches...
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The Arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
While you still have the time
You could get away and find
A better life, you know the grind is so ungrateful
Racing cars, whisky bars
No one cares who you really are
Youre the keeper of the cards
Yes I know it gets hard
Keeping the wheels turning
And the wife she keeps the keys
She is so pleased to be
A part of the arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a consumer
Lying in some roam trying to die
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more
You could have been more
You could have been more
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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My Backyard
He was digging deep into my back yard pages
using questions for a spade;
the over-turned soil started to pile high
deep dead flowers unearthed there
and who, and what phrases came from him in clumps
of queries
and gripped I was with how much
I can, could or should reveal.
'Was he your boyfriend.? How long were you two together? '
These kinds of soft queries come with hidden barbs and sharp edges
if the answers lead on to more spade queries and deeper digging into my
backyard history.
Each clunk! into that deep soil just might dig up memories long buried there with no time for censorship to dust off the dirt and clean them up and evaluate what he had found there.
I was not trying to hide but I was frozen by not being able to see in advance what lay there before I was presented with it and hesitant, had to instantly think about what to own and what to conceal.
How many backyard artifacts should each of us reveal to New Love who has no context to understand and thereby forces you to own or conceal.
I took each shovelful he presented me and simply smiled mysteriously saying 'Your questions bring up so many memories and I can't decide right now which to reveal and which to leave unsaid until I know how you deal with backyard memories; and that might take time, lots of time, for me to see, or guess why and what, you think this ecavation means.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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When You Race Against Time
Winning is always an OPTION
An opinion of matter, synchronized illusion
You believe you will get there brining fantasy to fruition
But you lose yourself in the race watching time fly
Reminiscing upon moments when u had time insight
Having a disambiguation of how your life would be but you took it for granted
Now you are racing against time all in regret
Trying to find pieces of the puzzle you lost
Procrastinating on what needs to be done presently
The past has consumed your abilities of engineering your future
Stagnant in your step time moves with nature
That’s what happens when you race against time, trying to rectify past failures
Now you are racing against time when once you had it in leisure
Time waits for no man
Yet man always feel the need to make time
Sensational thoughts met by factual of not getting time back
And only what happens afore is remaining time
Reality in mental amidst as u realize
How you easily took time in compromise
Now you are racing against time in fairytale fantasize
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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Clean Up Your Own Backyard
(words & music by b. strange - s. davis)
Back porch preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
Come sunday morning hes lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
Heading for sunday school
Clean up your own backyard
Oh dont you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like hes better than you and me
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
Telling everybody how they ought to be
Come closing time most every night
He locks up tight and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
With his employee
Clean up your own backyard
Oh dont you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
Armchair quarterbacks always moanin
Second guessing people all day long
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
Always messing where they dont belong
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
Isnt it a pity that in this big city
Not a one alittle bitty manll admit
He could have been a little bit wrong
Clean up your own backyard
Oh dont you hand me, dont you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Crazy World
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, rudolf schenker, herman rarebell, jim vallance
I get up in the morning
For my dose of the news
Crawl right back in the sack girl
Had enough of the truth
Spend your dollars and rubels
Buy a piece of the wall
Build it up in your backyard
Im so sick of it all
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Drivin down to the city
Doin 155
Better late than never
Im more dead than alive
We can find the titanic
Put a man on the moon
But we cant fix out backyard
Man we better start soon
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
I dont want to hear about it
I wish it would be worlds away
You know the more I think about it
The more I feel we need to change
I get up (in a crazy, crazy world)
We all live (in a crazy, crazy world)
Ooh yeah (its a crazy, crazy world)
I gotta get out (of this crazy, crazy world)
Goin home to my baby
Its been another hard day
Bust my balls for the tax man
So what else can I say
They spent our money on missiles
For the third world war
Now theyre stacked in my backyard
We dont need them no more
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
song performed by by Scorpions
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Believing
I never believed a time would come
when roses would lose their scent.
I always believed a space would come
to separate a knave from a gent.
I never believed that time could bring
a silence within your heart.
I always believed that a song to sing
would always do its part
to lift your spirits to the sky
and never have you cry.
All of this believing is too upsetting.
And its only worth is forgetting.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rock Me, Roll Me
Have you ever been in love before
With a beautiful woman?
Does she have insecurities?
And have you ever been in love before
With a needy woman?
Is she too controlling?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
I need ya babe
I need ya babe
Have you ever been in love before with a cheatin woman?
Is she always lying?
Now, you ever been in love before with a crazy woman?
Does she make you crazy?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
Thats all I wanrt you to do with me, baby
Love me
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Oh yeah, yeah
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
And I only wanna know
I only want to know your loves for real
Be your only girl in this whole wide world, yeah
All of these things are just a part of me
So that you can see what women really need
And I need to be loved
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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Better This Time
Last Time It Was A Secret,
Last Time Ended In Tears.
Last Time Wasn’t Official,
Last Time Didn’t Go So Great.
The Time Before That Was Even Worse,
The Time Before That I Was Depressed.
The Time Before That You Cheated Me,
The Time Before That You Didn’t Love Me.
This Time We Started Off Amazingly,
This Time There Is No Tension.
This Time It’s Official,
This Time You Asked.
This Time There Are No Secrets,
This Time We Want The World To Know.
This Time We Are Unbelievable Together,
This Time We Have Full Trust.
This Time You Spoke First,
This Time You Said “I Love You”
This Time I Have Your Heart,
This Time You Have Mine.
We Are Better This Time...
poem by Alexandra Bowden
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Sonnet: Time Is Most Precious
The time given by God is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures: make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Time is Most Precious
The time given by god is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/ hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures; make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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His Old Dog
His old dog now in her long rest her lot will be ours one day
In her grave by the apple tree in his backyard her bones forever lay
She passed on a few years ago with sadness he recall
The clock of life keeps ticking on and time takes care of us all.
His old dog a black and white border collie to him was a true friend
Far more devoted than his ex wife she loved him till her end
He found her dead in her kennel from a heart attack over-night
Though twelve years old she had not shown signs that her end was in sight.
Although he always kept a dog in years and decades past
No canine now in his backyard his old bitch was the last
Dog for to bark in his back-yard he too feels the weight of time
It has been five decades or more since he was in his prime.
On the rose tree on the old dog's grave red roses are in bloom
And the Summer air scents sweetly of Nature's own perfume
And no more beautiful place to rest in peace than beside an
apple tree
In the backyard where you lived your life in your Hometown by the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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That's Why I Stay Away
There is not another excuse you can use...
To allow time to slip away from you.
Or to sit and wait for your happiness to appear.
If you have not done a thing,
To attract it near.
There is not another alibi to utter.
Or mumble in self centeredness...
About what you will do when the time permits.
There is nothing about time,
That is going to sit and wait.
Not for you to decide what decisions to make.
Or question what should take place with others,
In needless time consuming wasteful debates.
Others may say they accept who you are!
I do too!
And that's why I stay away.
No friendship I give,
Will be treated that way.
I don't like to feel,
What I value has been betrayed.
And loyalty...
For me does not need to be defined.
Your campaign for wishes to be understood.
Reeks from an ego that has done you no good.
But you in your stubbornness can not comprehend...
It's not what others have done to you.
But what they have allowed you to do to them.
And it's a shame they still claim you as a friend.
That's why I stay away.
I value what my friends choose to do and say.
And taking folks for granted...
Is not my way.
Nor will I ever find that kind of time...
To let thoughts like that occupy my mind.
I thank God I respect others.
And not of the selfish...
Me...me! I...I,
Kind!
And I don't like my time wasted.
While others make up their minds...
How to use it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back In Your Own Backyard
Al jolson / billy rose / dave dreyer
The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard
Youll see your castles in spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the east
Go to the west
But someday youll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from
Youll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard
The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard
Youll see your castles in spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the east
Go to the west
But someday youll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from
Youll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Time Time Time
Time time time
Make time, give time, take time out
Win time, cost time, the time of your life
Spend time, sell time, the good times and the bad
Kill time, zero time, all the time in the world
Time watch, time travel, time to begin
Time table, time square, can I fit you in
Time frame, time to go, time that you grew up
But tell me...
How do you feel?
poem by Shaun William Hayes
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This Time
Last Time Is Was A Secret,
Last Time Ended In Tears.
Last Time Wasn’t Official,
Last Time Didn’t Go So Great.
The Time Before That Was Even Worse,
The Time Before That I Was Depressed.
The Time Before That You Cheated Me,
The Time Before That You Didn’t Love Me.
This Time We Started Off Amazingly,
This Time There Is No Tension.
This Time It’s Official,
This Time You Asked.
This Time There Are No Secrets,
This Time We Want The World To Know.
This Time We Are Unbelievable Together,
This Time We Have Full Trust.
This Time You Spoke First,
This Time You Said “I Love You”
poem by Alexandra Bowden
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Soon Such Revelations Come!
Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they have been blocked out!
But by what?
Or who...
Would destroy their gluttony.
And rip them apart,
To expose their guts!
Trembling in their hearts.
With an unfamiliar humbling...
Felt inside.
And trying to deny.
Yet can not hide...
The fear shown in their eyes.
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Out witted by their own dimwit ways.
And relying upon the ignorance displayed...
By a people entertained,
To feed continued greed.
A greed now all finding...
From them being released and freed.
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
An unfamiliar humbling comes!
A 'deity' of unmeasurable consciousness,
Has arrived to stop them in the midst.
And they can not believe it!
They can not perceive,
This Supreme 'consciousness' they can not see...
Has selected to bring them to their knees in defeat!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
That we...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.
And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
We...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.
And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they've been blocked out!
But by what?
Or who...
Would do this to those,
Who have chosen to keep...
Their thieving protected!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
We...
Have never been alone!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
With some burning with a stinging...
To singe their lost souls.
Exposed!
With no where for them to hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Morning Glory
No words this time? No words. No, there are times when nothing can be done. Not this time. Is it censorship? Is it censorship? No, its evaporation. No, its evaporation. Is this leading somewhere? Yes. Were going down the lane. Is this going somewhere? Into the garden. Into the backyard. Were walking down the driveway. Are we moving towards.... Were in the backyard. ...some transcendental moment? Its almost light. Thats right. Thats it. Are we moving towards some transcendental moment? Thats right. Thats it. Do you think youll be able to pull it off? Yes. Do you think you can pull it off? Yes, it might happen. Im all ears. Im all ears. Oh the morning glory!
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Treasured First Time
I'll put on the box of memories
My first time to say 'I love you, Ma and Pa'
My first time to open my eyes in this world
My first time to cry breathlessly
I'll put on the box of learnings
My first time to feel the so-called 'Love'
My first time to accept God
My first time to ask forgiveness
I'll put on the box of success
My first time to stand on my own
My first time to celebrate victory
My first time to earn money
I'll put on the box of overcomings
My first time to feel broken-hearted
My first time to lose my direction
My first time to feel like discriminated
Until the day I close my book
I could have a great look
Once in my time
I have just completed my boxes of lifetime
poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta
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