This You Do Too Often
I hear you when you say,
You mean well.
And that I do not dispute.
However...
It seems as if it is after the fact,
That you do it!
You mean well?
And if it was truly meant...
None of your excuses,
You would put me through.
And this you do too often,
For me to keep any confidence in you.
You mean well?
For and to 'whom' has this been proven?
Since there is nothing you have left me with,
To believe this!
At least provide me with some evidence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Obvious As Trash Cluttered Streets
Insecure people never seem to know,
What it is they want.
Where it is they wish to go.
Or sticking to a thought that is claimed,
To have for them a meaning meant!
And the frightening thing about this is,
People like that somehow influence others...
Through exaggeration,
That the decisions they make are the best choices.
And nothing has been proven by those who follow them...
That this is true.
Or that a benefit from this for them has been obtained
In fact,
The evidence of insecurity and the lack of discipline...
Is not hidden.
This is as obvious as trash cluttered streets.
Leaders elected because they are liked,
But lack competence.
And people seen who are threatened by dignity.
Supported those who protect them by making excuses,
For their actions.
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
song performed by by Ginuwine
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No escapism
Lack of evidence for God’s existence
Cannot itself be the evidence for His non existence.
That you are not guilty till you have been proven
Cannot alter your status of having been
Guilty till you were proven.
25.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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By competent evidence, is meant such as the nature of the thing to be proved requires; and by satisfactory evidence, is meant that amount of proof, which ordinarily satisfies an unprejudiced mind, beyond any reasonable doubt.
quote by Simon Greenleaf
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Darwin (1859) recognized the fact that paleontology then seemed to provide evidence against rather for evolution in general or the gradual origin of taxonomic categories in particular.
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You Say You...Love Me
You say you...
Love me!
But you get up and you run.
But you get up and you run.
How can I tell...
When you get up and you run.
When you get up and you run.
You say you want me.
But...
There is nothing proven done.
There is nothing proven done.
And I know too well...
A love that's meant to be for me,
Doesn't run away...
Escaping,
To Be Chased.
A love that's meant to be for me...
Doesn't run away,
To be chased!
And not by me.
No.
When you get up and you run.
Go!
There is nothing proven done.
No!
A love that's meant to be for me...
Doesn't run away to be chased!
And not by me.
No.
When you get up and you run.
Go!
There is nothing proven done.
No!
You say you...
Love me!
But how can I tell...
When you get up and you run.
When you get up and you run.
Go!
There is nothing proven done.
No!
You say you...
Love me!
But you get up and you run.
But you get up and you run.
You say you...
Love me!
But you get up and you run.
But you get up and you run.
You say you...
Love me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Importance of Confidence and Trust
She said she loved me
I was not confident
If she really meant it
I doubted
She left me
A friend said I trust you
I was not confident
If he really meant it
I doubted
He departed
A neighbor said
Door of my house
Was left open in the night
I thought he is fooling
I didn’t believe
My house was burgled
Lack of trust,
Confidence and doubt
Made big dents in my life
I am lonely
No friend, no neighbor
To share my plight
Now I realize
The importance
Of confidence and trust
Same yardstick
Of doubting everybody
Has never helped
Anybody
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The confidence in another man's virtue is no light evidence of a man's own, and God willingly favors such a confidence.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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I Hate The Fact
I hate the fact
that one can steal your heart
and leave it broken in many parts
I hate the fact
that one can make you feel
but then you looked he had turned the wheel
I hate the fact
that one can catch your eye
and finally find it was for a while
I hate the fact
that one can sweep you off your feet
into a fantasy that only you could feel
I hate the fact
that when you hear ones name
you remember he was once your dame
I hate the fact
that you had to go
and you left me here with a broken soul
I hate the fact
that love was there
but left me in pain that one cant bare
I hate the fact
that memories hurt
and that nothing ever seems to ever work
I hate the fact
that i cry so much
that everyday i long to feel your touch
I hate the fact
that i cant move on
but maybe its something that can make me strong
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Specific By Design
Lazy adults raised by irresponsible children,
Choosing to do what they please...
With the making of excuses encouraged as done,
Are not the ones to blame for their attitudes towards life.
Many do not accept transitions and think of them as painful.
Every example of a quality of life to value,
Has been degraded by those lazy who view mediocrity...
As too much of a struggle to achieve,
With an escaping from a hopelessness and self pity.
And the evidence of their influence is too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that sits,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Or can anyone conscious excuse the limits of it!
And the purpose with intentions to confine...
Those of shallow and unused minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boundless curiosity for friend Thad.
The world is full of mysteries.
Colossal buildings left behind
by earlier societies.
Their purposes still ill defined
Although the archaeologists
advance their favourite theories.
The mysteries will long persist.
Their different hypotheses.
Cannot be proven any way.
They’re based on their experience
Of living in the world to day.
A different frame of reference.
Which cannot possibly apply
They saw the world quite differently.
I do not think we can deny
We’re blinkered in the way we see.
The evidence which we can find,
We can’t interpret properly
The artefacts they left behind
Their uses are a mystery.
Though we attempt to classify
we can’t be sure we are correct.
These relics from past history
aren’t always what we would expect.
Temples and Tombs or Palaces
The truth is that we do not know
Secular or sacred places.
There is no evidence to show.
That we can state with confidence
confirms our modern theories.
We have no point of reference
With which everyone agrees.
The arguments rage to and fro
As experts wrangle bitterly
They daren’t admit they do not know.
Although they don’t quite obviously.
At best an educated guess
Must be the best we can expect.
From experts trying to impress
The other experts I suspect.
It seems to me improbable
That we will solve these mysteries
Our mind sets aren’t comparable
as different as chalk and cheese.
But still we are compelled to try
because these monuments exist.
Our boundless curiosity
will not allow us to desist.
Saturday,24 April 2010
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Bombardment
Why do I feel,
This is too real to dismiss?
Why am I choosing to peel away from it...
When I know deep inside,
This is truth I can not hide...
That prys with its visit.
Emitting from within its midst,
Is an attraction I can not resist.
And if there is a doubt at all...
Why am I stalling to move?
Why am I not appalled,
At all?
There is more that comes to sit,
That has proven it is true.
It is solid...
Not wavering to drift!
It is meant to come,
As a burden lift!
And it comes to me,
To remove a dishonesty!
That soothes without excuses.
To combat a bombardment...
Of much bruising self abuses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Mouth Full Of Foot
Someone will be faulted,
For not beating around the bush.
Someone who recognizes demonic intentions...
Will identify it,
With a mouth full of foot.
Those who are bearers of false masks,
Seem always confronted...
By a lack of depth they have.
And with attempts to try to pass this,
As confidence...
There is no track record established,
To prove a sincerity has ever been shown...
From them as evidence that is meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Most Folks Stuck Floating On Stubborn Ego Trips
Someone has filled your head,
With their beliefs you accepted as reality.
This gave you a comfort you did not research.
And whatever it was that had been implanted,
You've been clinging onto it since your birth.
Evidence has proven your point of view to be deluded.
But you insist to enlist explanation to include with excuses.
A self examination would have corrected what has been done.
But you laugh this off as if to distance from the seriousness.
You've befriended insecurities and immaturity too.
And nurturing both has not been to your benefit.
Nor accusations made about others being cruel to you.
No!
A truth pursued has never been your priority.
And to know it now would only leave you deeper in conflict.
You're sick!
And the unfortunateness of this...
You seem to hang onto it as if it validates your existence.
Like most folks stuck floating on stubborn ego trips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Half the controversies in the world are verbal ones; and could they be brought to a plain issue they would be brought to a prompt termination. Parties engaged in them would then perceive either that in substance they agreed together, or that their difference was one of first principles. We need not dispute, we need not prove, we need but define. At all events, let us, if we can, do this first of all and then see who are left for us to dispute; what is left for us to prove.
quote by John Henry Cardinal Newman
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I take what I see work. I'm a strict believer in the scientific principle of believing nothing, only taking the best evidence available at the present time, interpreting it as best you can, and leaving your mind open to the fact that new evidence will appear tomorrow.
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But...What About The Facts?
What is more tragic?
The keeping of denials defended.
Or the results of keeping them,
To have them repeatedly excused to offend...
Those refusing to face truth as often as possible.
Even with evidence proven to be untainted.
Or manipulated to question.
'Yeah,
But...
What about the facts?
No one has yet to step forward,
To admit the details of them...
Ever to have been found,
To submit to refute that truth! '
I am thoroughly confused.
What is it that you wish to have resolved?
'My doubts.
And why it is I still have them.'
The issue you have with doubt,
Has nothing to do with truth.
And that...
Is a fact of a life YOU have chosen to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Puzzling Evidence
You got the cbs...!
And the abc...!
You got time and newsweek!
Well, theyre the same to me!
Now dont you wanna get right with me?
(puzzling evidence)
I hope you get evrything you need
(puzzling evidence)
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...alright!u
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(puzzling)
Got your gulf and western and your mastercard
(puzzling evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Its hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...u
Well, Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Woo...Im puzzling (huh!)
Sometimes Im puzzling! (huh!)
See the little children! (puzzlin)
And the family! (puzzlin)
Gonna live together! (puzzlin)
Take them home with me! (puzzlin)
Well I hope youre happy with what youve made
(puzzling evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
P-p-p-puzzlin! (huh!)
Still puzzlin! (huh!)
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Puzzlin' Evidence
You got the CBS...!
And the ABC...!
You got Time and Newsweek!
Well, they're the same to me!
Now don't you wanna get right with me?
(Puzzling Evidence)
I hope you get ev'rything you need
(Puzzling Evidence)
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...Alright!
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(Puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(Puzzling)
Got your Gulf and Western and your MasterCard
(Puzzling Evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
It's hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Well, I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Woo...I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Sometimes I'm puzzling! (Huh!)
See the little children! (Puzzlin')
And the family! (Puzzlin')
Gonna live together! (Puzzlin')
Take them home with me! (Puzzlin')
Well I hope you're happy with what you've made
(Puzzling Evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
P-P-P-Puzzlin'! (Huh!)
Still Puzzlin'! (Huh
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It Will Still Make Sense
You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.
There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with sweetened...
And/or spiced lies.
You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.
It will feed and tease curiosities.
To please a seeking of depth....
Once the foolishness has left!
Go ahead,
Read it as it is...
For the rest of your life.
Let it dust,
And its pages curl.
Put it on a bookshelf...
Or leave it by itself.
To be discovered by someone else.
To treat one's mind to intoxicate,
Much like a fine wine over time!
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not be condensed...
From a purpose that is intended.
There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with lies.
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And for you reviewed,
Like a treasured document.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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