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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Creatures Of Love
A woman made a man
A man he made a house
And when they lay together
Little creatures all come out
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its alright
It makes those little creatures come to life
I can laugh or I can turn away
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its okay
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures, creatures of love
Its okay to be afraid
When the blue sparks hit your brain
We can love one another
Ive been told that its okay
Doctor, doctor, tell me what I am
Am I one of those human beings
Well I can laugh or I can learn to think
So help me now to find out what I feel
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
Weve been here forever, before you were born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
A man can drive his car
And a woman can be a boss
Im a monkey and a flower
Im everything at once
Well, a woman and a man can be together
If they decide to theyll make little creatures
Watch em now!
Little creature of love
With two arms and two legs
From a moment of passion
Now they cover the bed
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Without Knowing One's Experience
Choosing to be in one's place,
Is a choice that one has made.
To regard one's decision as insignificant,
Without knowing one's experience...
Jeopardizes the one passing the judgement.
One may elect to find one's own environment,
An island of waste.
But to believe those that reside within it,
Have no influence...
Is a major mistake one makes!
And those who do this to wonder,
Why stagnation has visited upon them...
Should look no further,
Than the words they have chosen...
To verbally abuse people they dislike,
For reasons they can not describe to make sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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PRETTY'S NO EXCUSE...by Talile Ali
SEEN ALL KINDS OF UGLINESS DONE BY FOLKS THESE DAYS
JUST CAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY THEY SEEM TO THINK IT'S OK
TO RUN AROUND WRECKLESSLY AND DESTROY WHAT THEY MAY
FOR SOME REASON NO ONE WILL PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE
THEY LET THEM RUN AROUND AND RUIN THE SPACE
BEING PRETTY IS THEIR LICENCE TO DEFACE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
WHEN AN ARGUEMENT COMES WALKIN THRU THAT FRONT DOOR
PRETTY WILL BE USED TO SHUT IT DOWN AND WHATS MORE
IT NEVER GIVES A DAMN OR WHAT THE HELL FOR
SAD TRUTH ABOUT IT IS THAT WE ALL PLAY
AROUND WITH PRETTY HOPING TO BE RUBBED RIGHT THAT DAY
BUT PRETTY ALWAYS HAS IT DONE JUST ONE WAY-ITS WAY
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR SELF BEING DRAWN UPON SOME DAY
BY SOMEONE PRETTY, THEN IT'S BEST YOU RUN AWAY
CAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE CHEWED UP AND THROWN AWAY
AS YOU WATCH YOUR WORLD SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH A FOOL YOU'VE BEEN SHOWED
YOUR IMAGE CORRUPTED AS IT APPEARS WHEN IT SO WITH
PRETTY PEOPLE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
poem by Talile Ali
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PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE...by Talile Ali
IVE SEEN ALL KINDS OF UGLINESS PRACTICED BY FOLKS THESE DAYS
BECAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY THEY SEEM TO THINK IT'S OK
TO RUN AROUND WRECKLESSLY AND DESTROY ALL THEY MAY
FOR SOME REASON NO ONE WILL PUT THEM IN PLACE
THEY LET THEM RUN AROUND AND RUIN A SPACE
AS IF BEING PRETTY WAS A LICENCE TO DEFACE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
WHEN AN ARGUEMENT COMES WALKIN THRU THAT FRONT DOOR
PRETTY WILL BE USED TO SHUT IT DOWN AND WHATS MORE
IT NEVER UNDERSTANDS WHAT THE HELL FOR
THE SAD TRUTH ABOUT HOW ALL OF US PLAY
AROUND WITH PRETTY HOPING TO BE RUBBED THE RIGHT WAY
PRETTY ALWAYS ONLY HAS IT ONE WAY-IT'S DAY!
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR SELF BEING DRAWN UPON SOME DAY
GY SOMEONE PRETTY, THEN IT'S BEST RUN AWAY
CAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE THOROUGHLY PLAYED
AS YOU WATCH YOUR WORLD SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH OF A FOOL YOU'VE BEEN SHOWED
YOUR IMAGE CORRUPTED AS IT APPEARS WHEN IT SO NEAR
PRETTY PEOPLE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
poem by Talile Ali
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Sticky Fingerprints
How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
How can you lie and fake,
Honesty and trust?
When your sticky fingerprints,
Are slick with each touch.
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.
How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuse Me Mr.
Oh Im like a beggar with no luck
Im holding signs up
On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not to see me
Stare straight ahead
Ignore the responsibility
Excuse me... excuse me mr.
Well Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Im very anxious, eager, willing
Whats your billing? (anxious eager willing)
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you too long
All I need is a little of your time
Oh for most love comes for free
They dont pay the high cost
Of mental custody
Ill pay bail for a guarantee
Make space for me
In the time yet to be
Excuse me... excuse me mr.
Well Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Ive been saving up my life,
Whats your price? (saving up my life)
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you way too long boy
All I need is a little of your time
What should I do
Im about to crack
And theres a force
That comes over me
Its almost as if
Im tied to the tracks
Im waiting for him
To rescue me
The funny thing is
Hes not going to come
Hes not going to find me
This is a matter of fact
The desire you lack
This is the way I guess it has to be...
A little of your time
I need a little of your time
Please, a little of your time yeah
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you way too long boy
All I need is a little of your time
Ooh Im in line to buy time
Im in line to buy time
Im in line to
Im in line to
Excuse me
Well Ive been waiting in line
Excuse me
Excuse me mr.
song performed by by No Doubt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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General Revelation
Upon the earth lives abound, with your eyes just look around,
There’re creatures of all kinds, a witness, to hearts and minds,
All kinds of different creatures, all made with varying features,
Many living alongside of man, all part of God’s awesome plan.
Animals for the land, sea and sky, created by the Lord on high,
Made in every stripe and color, filling His Creation with wonder,
Birds created with wings to fly, high above this earth in the sky,
With other creatures made to be, swimmers deep within the sea.
On the earth where man does trod, land creatures made by God,
That together with man freely roam, on the earth many call home.
All a testimony of God’s Creation, to every man, of every nation,
A witness pointing to the Creator, who is for man his only Savior.
But, there’s much indifference to, The Lord loved by me and you,
With many denying Creation’s Truth, even in light of all this proof,
Yet God’s Creation of many kinds, dumbfounds scientific minds,
Who embrace the futile thought, evolution is how all was wrought.
What men see in God’s Creation, is for us His General Revelation,
But, a Creator, many won’t conceive, for Creation they disbelieve,
Still, they all remain without excuse, when eternally they shall lose,
Rejecting Creation’s awesome proof, they will face God’s reproof.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Stop the mind games
You were always too wild a beast to tame
I suppose I have myself to blame
for falling into your mindless traps
Now crying and sitting on your lap
Your powerful grip
has set a spell on me
on this particular love trip
I can only now but weep
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
They have the same pattern
The are always the same
I suppose I have myself to blame
You pick up the phone
Then tell me you are speaking
to another lover for fun
Its only my jealousy you get in return
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my trust
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my time
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my self respect
Need I forget to mention
You never pay attention
to me in public
Telling me to wait
For a better show in private
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
Why don't you be brave
be straightforward
Tell me what you want and what you don't want
May be something good can still be saved
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Made To Heal
I gave up on you
And your exercise
And the world that I knew
I fell back on you
Because I need more time
And I need an excuse
I'm a thief, a liar, an angel caught on fire
A king, a drug, the push that comes to shove
A freak, a star
I'm everything you are
I'm your Jesus, I'm your pride
We're made to heal
I depend on you
For the wings of life
And the air that you move
I defended you
For this one last time
And the nerves you abuse
We're made to heal
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There Is Nothing Wrong With Power
'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Freelanced Interpretations
So uncomfortable they are!
In their own skins.
So uncomfortable you wouldn't know it.
But listen to them passing judgement.
Listen to them quote scripture.
And begin to give their freelanced interpretations.
Listen to them denounce the lives of others.
And their choices made.
Then listen to them smugly admit,
In high self satisfied indulgence...
What they will or will not do...'IF'
The situation called for their 'qualified'
Decision making techniques!
Of course found common...
On accepted garbaged and trashed piled streets.
And...
'If' a choice made was not taken upon their advice?
How dare
Should that 'someone'
Have that much independence?
And it will be mentioned...
Until forgiveness is begged!
Then...
These sheltered from reality 'predictables',
Pronounce an undying love and closeness to God!
Enough to turn a listener's stomach!
If an excuse hasn't already been made earlier to leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Make Them Proud
What's in a title you may well ask,
Think carefully before you name,
A nom de plume is akin to a mask,
It can be beautiful but it can also maim.
When you're naming a child be wary,
What you call them is theirs for life,
Some names given can be scary,
Remarks made can cut like a knife.
A name can be just like an open wound,
Inside and out it can fester,
If you choose a title that is finely tuned,
They will not then become the court jester.
You may well think you don't really care,
It's your child you can do what you want,
They have to live with it so please be aware,
Your decision could come back to haunt.
When they mature and grow older,
In their title they may well feel ashamed,
Their attitude to you will grow colder,
It will be you who is blamed.
Some human beings can be very cruel,
To abuse they'll use any excuse,
Don't let your child be made feel a fool,
Name them wisely lest they suffer abuse.
Just like in poetry a title can rhyme,
Please ensure you give that some thought,
Some names given should be classed as a crime,
As they can leave the recipient distraught.
I tell you this story as a warning,
My mother entitled me Jock,
Some of the names I'm now adorning,
Have placed me in a state of shock.
You love your child so try to be kind,
That title on them you've endowed,
Will be theirs forever keep that in mind,
choose wisely and,
‘' You Will Make Them Proud ‘'
O my God excuse me
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Without borrowing and
Without stealing
It is quite impossible
To live with dignity
And what is dignity
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Being human
I be committed to
Public cause
I am not able to do it
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
I am unable to practice
Tolerance and create
Nuisance
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
The mistake I have done
And the punishment
I have got
O God excuse me
Excuse me.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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What If
What if sunshine
Perchance, made a sound…
What kind of sound
Wouldst one think It to be?
Would it shriek e’er so loudly…
And pummel the ground…
Or settle like snowflakes
Drifting down… tranquilly
Pray tell, what sound…
Would clouds and haze make
Would they screech and grind
Mayhaps rasp and scrape?
What if…fog made a thoughtful thrum
And mist an insistent hiss…
And rainbows the sound of a blowing nose
What, the sound… of scent of rose… consist?
What if… a look of awe… made noise
And an angry stare could thunder?
What would be the sound of toys
And what the sound of plunder?
What if…one could hear a moonbeam
Or perceive the sound of a shooting star
And what if only fools and idiots could hear them
Would they know how lucky (or cursed) They are?
What if… only a select favored few
Could opt to hear
this other-worldly hymn
And the choice was offered up to you
What if…the sounds ne’er heard
Could be sounds rung loud and true
Ne’er heard in fact or word…except
By fools and idiots…and you!
poem by David Whalen
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Excuse Me Mr.
Im like a beggar with no luck
Im holding signs up
On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not to see me
You stare straight ahead
Ignore the responsibility
Excuse me...excuse me mr.
Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Im every anxioux, eager, willing.
Whats your billing?
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont comfuse me mr.
Ive know you too long
And I need is a little of your time
For most love comes for free
They dont pay the high cost
Of mental custody
Ill pay bail for a guarantee
Please make space for me
In the time yet to be
Excuse me...excuse me mr.
And Id been saving up my life,
Whats your price?
Chorus:
What should I do
Im about to crack
And theres a force
That comes over for me
Its almost as if Im tied to the tracks
And Im waiting for him
To rescue me
The funny thing is
Hes not going to come
Hes not going to find me
This a a matter of fact
The desire you lack
Thius is the way I guess it has to be...
A little of your time
Please, a little of your time
Chorus:
Im in line to buy time
Im in line to buy time
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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As If It Was Theirs On Demand
There is one thing I've learned,
About the use of my time.
I've learned through the years,
Not to let anyone abuse it...
As if it was theirs on demand.
And common sense?
Well...
I have discovered,
That it is not so common.
In fact the absence of it,
Can be expected.
And rare it is...
If it appears at all.
And the doing of something for others?
One should stop and think about that quick.
Since many people don't appreciate,
What it is for them that is done to assist.
Many will complain as if the time taken,
By someone who has gone out of their way...
Is not what they prefer.
They will have the nerve to say,
Something else desired...
Is what they deserve.
There is one thing I've learned,
About the use of my time.
I've learned through the years,
Not to let anyone abuse it...
As if it was theirs on demand.
And what I have chosen to do today...
Is to satisified and please my own thirst first!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Gettin Old
Is it gravity or age
that causes the food I eat
To gather in the middle
and sometimes hide my feet
When I take a shower
and my hair fills the drain
Is this a sign of aging
or swelling of the brain
Is it air pollution or age
that hampers my sight
It may be the water, not age
that causes bathroom trips at night
Is it laziness or age
that I cannot do as before
And when I try
which one made me sore
Is it the actors or aging
that causes me to sigh
Why do so many movies
now bring a tear to my eye
I must be getting older
for I think more than I do
Hey, getting old is not so bad
now I have an excuse or two
Terry M
The Angels Cried (feat. Alison Krauss)
[ duet with Allison Kraus ]
They came from near they came from far following a distant star to where he lay
Not being sure of what it meant but knowing it was heaven sent they made their way
And the creatures gathered round and didn't make a sound and the angels cried
The angels knew what was to come the reason God had sent his son from up above
It filled their hearts with joy to see and knowing of his destiny came tears of love
And the creatures gathered round and didn't make a sound and the angels cried
[ mandolin - violin ]
I've often thought about that night and wondered if they realized that star so bright
Was sent to tell all the land the son of God would soon become the son of man
And the creatures gathered round and didn't make a sound and the angels cried
And the angels cried and the angels cried
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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BEAUTY'S NO EXCUSE...by talile ali
I'VE SEEN SOME STUFF
THINGS THAT MADE ME WANNA HURL
MOST OF THEM DONE
BY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
MAKES ME WONDER
WHATS HAPPENIN' WORLD?
AS I MEDITATED
ON THIS OBSERVATION
I BEGAN TO THINK ABOUT
THE GENERALIZATIONS
ABOUT HOW UGLY
EVIL IS IN OUR STATION
BUT AS IT TURNED OUT
IT JUST ISN'Y THAT WAY
SEEMS THAT PRETTY FOLK
ARE THE ONES NOT OK
THEY DO SOME SHIT
AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY
BECAUSE THEY ARE
BEAUTIFUL TO THE EYE
BECAUSE OF THAT
EVERYONE WILL DENY
THE EVIL THEY DO
ISN'T RIGHT
IT'S A FRIGHT
SURE AS HELL
SEEMS TO FALL THAT WAY
THE PRETTY PEOPLE
ARE OUT CAUSING PAIN
TO ALL WHO'S LOOK'S
BLIND US TO THEIR GAME
WILL IT ALWAYS HAVE
TO BE THIS WAY FOR US
JUDGED BY LOOKS
LOOSE THAT TRUST
BECAUSE OUR DECEIT
GOT THE BEST OF US
BEAUTY IS NO EXCUSE
DISH OUT A WORLD OF ABUSE
WITHOUT RESPONSIBILITY
FOR YOUR USE IN IMPUNITY
BEAUTY IS NO EXCUSE
TO BE SO MUCH LIKIE ME
poem by Talile Ali
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