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This Feeding Expected

No one can borrow money,
Squeezed from empty pockets.
Or dream of eating from a feast,
Deliciously prepared...
When nothing is there to eat anywhere.
And this feeding expected,
Is to be selected and picked from thin air.

Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A doing of it must first begin,
With an implementation...
Of those desires and needs,
Feeding a fire of desire from within.

A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.

Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
That one,
Who sits with just wishes and dreams to appear...
Unassisted,
Will not be the one to benefit...
Without connecting,
Purpose.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Only Wishes Were Horses, Part 3

I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish
But if you wish to wish the wish the witch wishes,
I won't wish to wish the wish you wish to wish.
I'd wish like you - like you do
and the wishes of ours would surely come true
If only wishes were horses!

I dream to dream the dream you dream to dream
But if you dream to dream the dream the dead dream,
I won't dream to dream the dream you dream to dream.
I'd dream like you - like you do
and the dreams of ours would thus come true
If only wishes were horses!

I desire to desire the desire you desire to desire,
But, if you desire to desire the desire the deer desires
I won't desire to desire the desire you desire to desire.
I'd desire like you - like you do
and our desires would really come true
If only wishes were horses!

I choose to choose the shoes you choose to choose,
But, if you choose to choose the shoes the Jews choose,
I won't choose to choose the shoes you choose to choose.
I'd walk in your shoes - your shoes of success
And then I'd have no stress,
If only wishes were horses!

I love to love the love you love to love,
But if you love to love the love the losers love
Then I won't love to love the love you love to love.
I'd love you and the world,
I'd love you more than itself the word,
If only wishes were horses!

I would, anyway, wish or dream or desire or choose or love like you do
BUT it surely would come true
If only, if only, if only wishes were horses!

poem by Comfort Ndlovu
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Selected to Make Decisions

So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.

To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.

When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.

So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.

These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '

And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!

To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.

Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Move Away

Moving moving
Move away
Spirit changed the conversation
Stepping stones across the land
I never wanted to be a hero
I never wanted to be a man
I hurt you darling
I made you cry
I hurt you darling
Dont ask me why
Move move move away from me darling
I never said Id hold your hand
Move move move away from me darling
I never said Id understand
If I could say this was judgment day
You know Id be a millionaire
Im prepared to wear my sorrow
Everywhere we go in town
Aint no need to beg or borrow
While youre there to drage me down
(justice right)
I need you so
I cant let go
I never said Id hold your hand
Why dont you move?

song performed by by Culture Club
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Move It On Over

Came in last night at half past ten
That baby of mine wouldnt let me in
So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog cause the big dogs moving in
Shes changed the lock on my front door
My door key dont fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
Scoot it on over (move it on over)
Move over skinny dog cause the fat dogs moving in
This dog house here is mighty small
But its better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog cause a new dogs moving in
She told me not to play around
But I done let the deal go down
So pack it on over (move it on over)
Tote it on over (move it on over)
Move over nice dog cause a mad dogs moving in
She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I dont take no ones advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake it on over (move it on over)
Move over short dog cause the tall dogs moving in
Shell crawl back to me on her knees
Ill be busy scratching fleas
So slide it on over (move it on over)
Sneak it on over (move it on over)
Move over good dog cause a mad dogs moving in
Remember pup, before you whine
That sides yours and this sides mine
So shove it on over (move it on over)
Sweep it on over (move it on over)
Move over cold dog cause a hot dogs moving in

song performed by by Hank Williams
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Raincheck

Its not high finance, its called heart and soul
If its rock and roll, got to go, go, go, go, go
Gonna keep moving on up to the higher ground
Gonna keep on moving on up, I got to stand my ground
Gonna keep on moving on up, I wanna stick around
Wont let the bastards grind me down
Wont let the bastards grind me down
Wont let the bastards grind me down
Call me raincheck in the afternoon
Call me raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
Call me raincheck, on a golden autumn day
Call me raincheck, I wont fade away, I wont fade away
I dont fade away, I dont fade away, unless I want to
Cant take my love away, ah cause its here to stay
If it fades away, come back another day
Gonna keep on moving on up to the higher ground
Gonna keep on moving on up, I wanna stick around
Gonna keep on moving on up, oh gonna stand my ground
Wont let the bastards grind me down
Wont let the bastards grind me down
Wont let the bastards grind me down
My name is raincheck in the afternoon
My name is raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
My name is raincheck, on a golden autumn day
My name is raincheck, and I dont fade away, I dont fade away
I dont fade away, I dont fade away, unless I want to
Move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up
Move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up
Move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up
Grind me down, grind me down, grind me down
My name is raincheck in the afternoon
My name is raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
My name is raincheck, on a golden autumn day
My name is raincheck, and I dont fade away, I dont fade away
I dont fade away, I dont fade away, unless I want to
Put on your dancing shoes, dance away your blues
When Im feeling like this, I got nothing to lose
Wanna keep on moving on up to the higher ground
Wanna keep on moving on up and Ill stick around
Wanna keep on moving on up, got to stand my ground
Wont let the bastards grind me down
Wont let the bastards grind me down
Oh, wont let the bastards grind me down
My name is raincheck in the afternoon
My name is raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
My name is raincheck, on a golden autumn day
My name is raincheck, and I dont fade away, I dont fade away
I dont fade away, I dont fade away, unless I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
No, I dont fade away, I dont fade away, I dont fade away
Unless I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
No, I wont fade away, I wont fade away, I dont fade away
Unless I want to

song performed by by Van Morrison
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We've All Been Greedy

Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.

These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!

We've been greedy.
See what gluttony does when it can't be overcomed.
We've been greedy,
And feeding on our selfishness.
While ripping the hearts out of those to sustain it.
Doing everything to gain more and maintain it.

We've been greedy!
And..
The stinging of the realness,
Persists.
And can not be contained.
Acts of civil madness...
Spreads fast!

Thousands go out of their minds.
Many more are trapped!

Something in their minds have snapped.
Only those exposed to fantasies,
Are observed doing that.

And a waste of explanation can not bring them back!
Their self delusions have attacked.

Leaving us all affected by that 'fat'!
Yes fat!

Undisciplined rascists...
Tearing each other apart,
While laying lazily on our backs...
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Yes...
Greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger,
But never better than the rest.
Greedy!
Yes...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger
But never better than the rest.
Just so greedy!
Yes...
And bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Yes...
And,
Greedy!
Yes!
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
A sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

We've
ALL
Been
Greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
Yes...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
Sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.

Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ideals Rusting From Distrustful Deeds

We're on the edge of a bottomless pit.
Those conflicted in transit opposition to this...
Can not be consciously aware,
Of the seriousness there!

The one selected and picked to lead,
Now seems overwhelmed by those wishing...
Actions he has taken does not succeed.

With arguments and ignorance intact...
Those accustomed to feeding their greed,
Insist they've come with prerequisites...
To have their selfish ideals succeed.
Even though economically,
Their pockets are being systematically emptied!

And many stand firm,
To have their interests proceed.
With ideals rusting from distrustful deeds.

But the one elected to prevent their demise...
Has warned them all witnessing,
They must now open their eyes.
And if they choose not to see reality...
He will use his influence,
To allow them all to experience the breeze...
Of a downward spiral coming to them quickly.
And he,
Will disregard their screams!

Since he and others who do believe...
Are not about to partake,
In the welcoming of their embraced failures.
Nor desires they wish to keep...
A blinding feast created by their deceit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting With Constipated Dreams!

If I don't 'do'...
I will always feel I can't.
And 'if' I go ahead and 'do' do...
Someone somewhere will not like it!
Making a bigger 'stink' of it than I have made.
Creating a fuss.
As if I must seek their approval first.

My sole purpose is not to be afraid,
To release and accomplish my ambitions.
And if I don't do this,
When the time that movement comes...
Feeling natural.
As it churns my stomach with desire,
To let what's inside of me go.
I'll become just like everyone else,
Sitting with constipated dreams!

And I choose to cleanse myself of that!
Once I get up on my feet.
And off my backside!
With a plan to complete my task.
Knowing what needs to be done,
To keep my flow active!
By maintaining a sustained grasp...
On my own wishes I don't dismiss.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contented

I don't know why,
I am delighted you decided...
I was the one weak to defeat.
Did I unconsciously...
Prepare you to eat?

Was there something about me,
That lured you into complete delusion?
Whatever it was that made you choose me...
Will be something that will cause you to weep.
And will leave me,
Contented!
To feed and satisfy...
That evil side!
I can not deny.
Especially when I am selected...
As an easy treat!

We all have them!
Those sleeping evil demons...
Hidden within.
That's why I choose peace,
To feast!

Although I may be known,
To enjoy a bit of spice in my life...
Some decide to provide!
I admit I may take more pride...
Nibbling away,
Upon their curiosities!
To fulfill them.
Until they subside!

Afterall...
I can be charitable!
I was not one raised to be selfish!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasting It On Wishes

Never again will I view my disappointments as man made.
I use to believe my wishes had to meet someone's approval.
Before I could express my happiness.

Now it is so clear...
My happiness has to be expressed.
Whatever the outcome and throughout the process.

How can I rely on someone giving to me,
What inside of me I am not feeding?
Or digesting as that which belongs.

I want what I deserve served to stay.
I've learned to nibble each spice of life I like.
It prolongs the taste.
And wasting it on wishes for someone else...
To define,
Was an awakening I found...
Left me impatiently waiting.
With preferences.

Picked and selected.
For me?
And I had my own menu right in my hands.
All of it prepared to my specifications....
If I noticed?

Finally,
In time I did.
Once I maintained my focus.
And relied on choices I made.
Whether some pleased or not.
And if something I was to eat,
Came to meet my satisfaction...
Indecisiveness of doubts,
Would have to dropp and be stopped.
And finally...
In time,
'They' did!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

(words & music by ewan maccoll)
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies my love
To the dark and the empty skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like a trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
Hoa hoa hoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woh oh oh oh hoa hoa hoa
Oh hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like a trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
Hoa hoa hoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woh oh oh oh hoa hoa hoa
Oh hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa hoa
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Choices From Which To Choose

Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream...
Forever.

Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.

Or to...
Dismiss a wish.

Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream.
And to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.

To admit to ever...
Having something wanted that is dreamed.

Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.

Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a wish that came from dreams.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Just Know This Is 'Not' Your Best Effort

My mother used to assign my sisters and I...
The most remedial tasks to complete.
When we were much younger.
To test our mental capabilities.
Oh...
Those lessons my mother would teach.

And then...
Shower us with praises.
Having us believe,
We were gifted with unspeakable talents.
After connecting 'dots'.
Or...
Knowing which end of a handle held,
Was used to sweep or mop.

And as years have passed us by,
It became clear her tactic and strategy.
She knew we would seek more difficult tasks,
To satisfy her to complete.
And even to this day...
I can hear her voice say,
'This is wonderful.'
As her eyes express...
'Even though THIS is wonderful.
I just know this is 'not' your best effort.'

And with a seeking we sought,
Increasing much more difficult challenges.
Never becoming satisfied,
Just to do our best.
There 'has' to be something 'greater' to achieve.

'I just know this is 'not' your best effort?
And if it is...
Well,
I 'guess' it's...okay! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facts

some dreams do not come true
no problem about that
promises are made to be broken
not new to me really
some friends are not really friends
but enemies in disguise
i am learning about this fact
some loves are meant for lust
i am used to these
some moments are better used for silence
i love these
some lives simply become wasted
i am not surprised
some people just want to survive
live a life they choose
and cease the evil of comparisons
i begin this now
i dismiss my view on a love so true
it is not really late
for now i am moving on, just moving on
even without you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Only Consciousness Known

With the greatest of effort,
They've accomplished defeating...
The ones selected,
To prevent any success...
Expressed with wishes to achieve.
A success that would directly benefit...
The lives of those living,
Within the community of condoned mediocrity.

And with this defeat crumbling beneath their feet,
They today actively seek...
Someone they deemed qualified,
And liked well enough to accept...
A manipulation of their patience.
Until a tolerance of it abandons them again.
To leave them in complete ignorance,
That is for them the only consciousness known.

'Your comments are a bit negative.'

Are they?
I had no idea my expressed observations,
Would offend.
Where do you recommend I go,
To have them acceptably interpreted?

'That may be a bit difficult.
What you see presented is a ritual.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Follow That Dream

(words & music by fred wise - ben weisman)
Follow that dream, I gotta follow that dream
Keep a-movin, move along, keep a moving
Ive got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
Ive got to follow that dream to find the love I need
When your heart gets restless, time to move along
When your heart gets weary, time to sing a song
But when a dream is calling you,
Theres just one thing that you can do
Well, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need
Keep a-movin, move along, keep a moving
Got to find me someone whose heart is free
Someone to look for my dream with me
And when I find her I may find out
Just what my dreams are all about
Ive got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
Ive got to follow that dream to find the love I need
Ive got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
Ive got to follow that dream to find the love I need
Keep a-movin, move along
Keep a-movin, move along
Keep a-movin, move along

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Those Kids Are Mine

Pick any hour you choose to believe,
I am fast asleep.
With dreams of royalities.
And making acceptance speeches,
Behind raised and decorated podiums.
After reciting poem after poem,
Without a wish to get needed rest.

Pick any hour you choose to believe,
That hour is the time to begin your creeping.

When I release my 'children',
From the state of mind I fall into...
That seems to turn me on.
And...
I am creating 'children birthing from my pen.
Pick any hour your choose,
To molest any one of them.
And I will be at your door before you get there.
To begin your craft of flagrant plagiarism.

Pick any hour you choose to believe,
That hour is the time to begin your creeping.
You've been getting closer and closer...
But,
You touch one of my kids.
I will be at your door before you get there.
To discredit every move you've made,
To claim what's mine.
To do, redo, re-state or redefine.
Those kids are mine! And we know each other,
Very well.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can You Keep On Moving

(agnes cunningham)
(c) - (f) - (g)
(c) how can you keep on moving un (f) less you migrate (c) too
They tell ya to keep on moving but (g) migrate, you must not do
The (c) only reason for moving and the (f) reason why i (c) roam
To move to a new lo (g) cation and find myself a (c) home
I can't go back to the homestead, the shack no longer stands
They said i was uneeded, had no claim to the land
They said, "come on, get moving, it's the only thing for you"
But how can you keep moving unless you migrate too
Now if you pitch your little tent along the broad highway
The board of sanitation says, "sorry, you can't stay"
Come on, come on, get moving it's their everlasting cry
Can't stay, can't go back, can't migrate, so where the hell am i
How can you keep on moving unless you migrate too
They tell ya to keep on moving but migrate, you must not do
The only reason for moving and the reason why i roam
To move to a new location and find myself a home

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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How Do You Maintain Such a Meticulous Appearance?

Yes sir...
I will keep this brief.

In your most recent press conference,
Prior to this one.
You had stated a correction made,
To the previous BS you fed us.

Are we now to understand,
That the current BS reflects...
A more concised effort,
For immediate implementation?
Or are we to wait for an appropriate effectiveness,
To be delivered.
And will that expected corrected BS,
Satisfy as promised and expected?

'Good question!
Let me be perfectly clear about this!
Any BS delivered by this administration,
Will be the best BS we can orchestrate.
And...
Don't confuse this with just ordinary BS.
Consider this BS we are working on...
To benefit like no BS has in the past!

I'll take just one more question.
That gentleman sitting next to that light skinned woman,
Of mixed heritage in the third row up in the balcony!
Your question? '

Yes sir...
Thank you for this opportunity.
And I am sure I speak for the majority.
Your pecs?
How many times a week do you work on them?
And...
Because our national security is priority,
How do you maintain such a meticulous appearance?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered By Letter

Would you understand this any better,
If you saw it poured from a labelled can.
To open slowly to reveal,
A preparation made easier...
That to you would appeal,
On demand as you command.

Would you understand this any better,
If work involved did not exist.
With no effort at all or commitment permitted.
And very little time put into it.
Allowing you to sit...
As your imagination drifted.

Would you understand this any better,
If blood, sweat and tears...
Were not heard from a voice admitted.
To then immediately decrease your interest.
Would you understand this any better,
If all explanations to you were delivered by letter.
And all you had to do was to connect large dots.

Would you then understand this any better...
To attempt to do or choose not.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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