To Feast On Deceit
Electing effective and honest lawmakers?
What a brilliant concept.
Is there still more pie left?
And,
Would this come before or after...
Many have chosen to feast on deceit.
And who would be left to accept the check?
Or can afford to leave admitting they are pleased.
The taste of the pie has too many addicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Meant It
To you it was funny
When they were using my money,
And now you're so far in debt...
You may as well stay there!
It wouldn't be cost effective to bail you out!
'Feast or famine? '
You talking to me?
You sat on pews to pray.
Drove many a day past me
Without a nod or a sign that we had met.
That you are going through a 'phase'
Is something I regret...
Like the time you left me stranded.
Knowning I was damn near on my hands and knees!
I'll take the feast...
You can have the famine!
And the empty space you say I left in your heart!
Remember?
You left me.
I just agreed not to give a damn.
And I meant it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling Romantic
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting it.
And,
You've got my nose wide open.
Hooked and hanging limp.
Like a fish with glazed eyes.
Smiling as if given a 'fix'.
From something that has left me addicted.
Blinded I am by your sight.
Beaming with a smile and unresisting.
Like a deer caught in broad daylight.
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting every bit of it.
'What's the matter with you? '
Huh.
'I said...
What is the matter with you? '
I think...
I think,
I'm in love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last Clown Left
Why are you attempting,
To destroy my peace of mind?
I'd spend more time looking behind me,
If I were you!
Not one face says they are pleased,
With your ignorance!
Since in this neighborhood...
We are mending fences!
Not trying to tear them down.
You must be the last clown left,
From that circus?
You better 'check' yourself.
Before you find the ground...
A place found,
Willing to quietly accept your foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Them Alone
Leave them alone,
With their induced indoctrinations.
They have become intoxicated,
With addictions believed!
And these inflictions,
Have left them afflicted...
In mindsets neglected,
To be left deranged.
Whether or not...
They decide they must change!
This is not their decision...
To accept or remain the same.
They can not conceive,
That the only thing real
Is the breath they breathe.
And when the time comes,
Reality will stun them.
They will not accept it!
Although with their eyes they will see!
With wishes to reject it.
They have been conditioned...
They are superior than life itself.
And there is no match,
For the 'brains' they alone maintain!
Leave them alone!
From this revealing shock...
They can not flee.
It is beyond their scope...
Of divisions of religions,
Or mindless racist inequities!
Let them find out for themselves...
That this existence experienced,
Broadens the concept of possibilities!
And self righteous implications,
Of a non-entity such as their 'purities'!
Are what they are...
Prefabrications!
These are but just a few...
Deceptions to be undone to redo!
Coming to enlighten.
Head-on without a preview.
Leave them alone!
They are no challenge for what confronts!
And they will discover that,
On their own!
Leave them alone...
To tolerate an ignorance,
They have shown they alone have condoned.
There will be no tolerance...
For such an accepted wickedness to enlist!
Leave them alone,
To discover the true Wizard of their Oz!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Decaying Tooth
Truth like a decaying tooth,
Hits a nerve if left ignored.
And eventually 'has' to come out.
Or continues to contaminate.
Until its pain shuts a moaning mouth.
And whether the tooth comes out or not...
The devastation can become so effective,
Folks refusing to correct the defects...
Are subjected to live their entire lives,
Relying on the inadequate taste of reality...
Based upon falsities,
With the naturalness of a substance missing.
And those left to gum through what is consumed,
Only dream in wishful thinking they could afford...
Getting a remembered bite back,
Once they took so much for granted.
Now observe they do so many trying to hide,
They too are going through the same process.
But consciously chose to be victims.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unable To Admit It
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
No love that deep will I ever have,
For anyone who believes I can be left...
With tears wept to then leave me,
Grieving over 'their' pain and anguish.
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
What makes you think to you I am addicted?
What has you convinced,
A relationship with you makes sense?
I've long been healed from your abuses.
Accept your wounds and scars,
To leave imprinted on my mind when you please?
You just don't get it do you?
When I said I loved you...
Nothing in that confession shared,
Said anything about abandoning the love I have for myself.
You are the fool unable to admit it...not me!
There is nothing about you that has stayed with me to crave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be As It Is to Please Those Who Enjoy That
It is what it is!
No matter if one's perception,
Does not reflect
What another should accept.
One who finds comfort...
Whether in chaos or conflict that sits.
If it is what it is,
And those have no problem with it...
Have ceased their explorations.
They express no desire,
To make something else from them...
And for them alone not to fit!
Then one who sees this activity differently,
Has a choice to leave it alone and split.
And in the leaving one discovers,
A peace of mind one takes away...
From that which isn't!
Since others see not.
And that which has been declared as 'is'
Finds its own purpose.
And 'is' to be left alone to be just that!
What it is.
Nothing more will it choose to be.
And choosing to see what is for what it isn't...
Provides no progess at all!
Not for the one seeking fresh...
Instead of familiar stale air which is kept,
As it is left!
To be as it is.
To please those who enjoy that!
Whatever that may be.
That which 'is' that leaves them pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And also they were absolutely brilliant in one way, you know: they knew how effective is not to punish somebody who is guilty; what Communist Party members could afford to do was mind-boggling: they could do practically anything they wanted - steal, you know, lie, whatever.
quote by Milos Forman
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Those Wishing To Impress
Scurrying around in a frantic pace that is hurried,
To mend together those broken fences...
With the gluing of pieces,
Reminisced as ones that use to fit.
Well...
This may be a great opportunity,
For those who believe it is never too late...
To accomplish certain deeds,
With a hopeful removal of any bitter taste left.
But some tasks in the doing,
Put off until the last minute...
Just be more effective if left undone.
Especially if those wishing to impress have deceased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Will Be Left Alone
We are left alone as babies in the cradle,
We are left alone as riders on the saddle,
We are left alone as debtors to the dismay,
We are left alone as candidates to convey.
The parents leave us alone when we are young,
Then we leave them alone when they are old,
When sorrow keeps us alone, it is too sad,
When the lifeless form is left alone, it is not bad.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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With A Sweeping You Off Your Feet
Greater Than the best I've left.
Yes.
That's how I want you pleased.
Impressed!
Believing each time I leave,
Temporarily.
I want you to feel I compete,
To win your heart.
And all that comes attached to that.
I want it know by you,
There is no other match...
For you,
But me!
Greater Than the best I've left.
Yes.
That's how I want you pleased.
Impressed!
Believing each time I leave,
Temporarily.
I am definitely going to return,
With an unmistakable sweeping you...
Off your feet!
Greater Than the best I've left.
With an unmistakable sweeping you...
Off your feet!
Believing each time I leave,
Temporarily.
I am definitely going to return,
With something that touches deeper.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Leave That Way...And Be Left
Moving forward.
To move backwards produces a useless effect.
For anyone making paces made to advance steps.
To become free and escape from that which has no depth.
That which expresses no interest to accept...
Progression.
Is to live awakened without expectations to get!
One has to decide,
What is valued and precious to endear.
And what is too cumbersome to carry.
And should be left behind without fear.
To be forgotten in one's past to disappear.
If one has chosen Sun to spark enlightenment.
With an attraction to darkness dead!
To leave that way...
And and be left to stay ineffective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whetting of Appetites
Once the teaching of feeding greed,
Becomes the feeling of an entitled addicted life...
The concept of sacrifice initiates the starting of a fight.
As a dimming of an insight,
Struggles against the aspects of this vision.
And those who have been fed they have rights to feast,
Will do their best to keep a diminishing of resources...
Flowing as if warnings of an ending that comes,
Is interpreted to mean...
A different chef has been hired with a fresh menu.
And...
Will be making a presentation of a new buffet,
Needing opinion.
With a hopeful collected approval.
And a teasing meant to make the whetting of appetites,
With anticipation...
A delightful surprise for the eyes when it has arrived.
Any other concept that introduces a dwindling of supplies,
Becomes immediately denied as an impending reality.
Since greed and the ending of it has never been fed to accept.
Or the paying of a piper to play individual requests.
When the piper appears no requests are accepted.
The piper appears to get paid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creeps No More Sneak!
Creeps no more sneak!
Or peek from crevices.
Out of the shadows they come.
To be greeted,
With an acceptance.
By those who have chosen,
To rule in darkness.
And drool upon their misdeeds.
Pleased they have been so effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's Better Than The One Who's Done It
Who's best to deliver and with an expected...
Consistency.
'Who's better than the one who has already done it? '
Who's best to deliver the better effect,
And...
With consistency?
'Who's better than the one who has already done it?
Who's better than the one who has already done it? '
The one who's done it?
'Yes.'
And with a proving of to admit.
The one who's don't it...
'Yes...
And with consistent prolificness.'
Who's best to remove any left regrets...
And with a doing of consistency?
'Well...
The one who's done it.
And with a proving of to admit.
The one who's don't it...
And with consistent prolificness.'
Who's best to leave several people pleased,
And with a proven consistency?
'Well...
Who's better than the one who's done it?
Well who's better than the one who's done it.'
Who's best to remove any left regrets?
'Well...
Who's better than the one who's done it? '
Who's best to leave several people pleased?
'Well...
Who's better than the one who's done it?
And still manages to leave them stunned.
Well...
Who's better than the one who's done it?
Well who's better than the one who's done it,
And still manages to leave them stunned.'
Who's best to remove any left regrets?
'Well who's better than the one who's done it.
Who's better than the one who's done it?
Well who's better than the one who's done it.
Who's better than the one who's done it? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tired of Being the One Stung
Some have no idea they are loved unconditionally.
They perceive themselves to be the honey,
To an addicted bee.
And when that bee takes flight...
The one who believed the honey 'had' would last,
Discovers too late in a self reflection...
'That' bee was the only one,
Who could supply the honey preferred and liked.
To leave the one left for a taste for some.
When a craving missed...
Abandons a dismissed appetite.
And nothing done,
By those pretending to be 'that' bee...
Could come to satisfy like the one,
Who flew the hive!
After getting tired of being the one stung.
And what had been unconditional,
Is wished to return to quench the taste.
But the one who knows what it takes...
Can no longer waste what is made,
On anyone who believes...
They've got the only hive around.
And 'that' bee wont flee!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why For The Right Reasons
Why did you leave?
I ask why but receive no answer.
What was all the wrong reasons you left, because when you did you left a boy lonely and confused fending on only what he had, and what he has left; struggling to find himself.
So I ask again, but still no answer, for why would you leave when I needed you the most. Perhaps it was for selfish reasons, but choosing life or death we must consider which is easiest; because honestly many of us would have chosen the same. Death is easy, there is no more pain, no more hard-ache, no more troubles; Life is hard, filled with stress, head-aches on a day to day basis, its no wonder people sometimes are pushed... to the edge.
But this is not about other people, this is about you; for you taught me the dangers of the world but not all went threw. So I will ask you for a final time why did you leave? , you didn't just leave the world you left someone who needed you; ... who still does.
But because of what you taught me I hold no grudge against you, I love you, always have, always will. So now that you've been gone of course I've struggled, I've missed you, and because you left, I'm here fending for myself; lasting only so long before I'm forced to give in. But since you taught me of Him, I feel that I can last a lifetime; one of life, one with family with my sisters and brother, one due to the thanks of my wonderful mother; because what I now realize is that you never left for the wrong reasons, but because of all the right ones.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat) -
I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Kept Just As It Is
Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.
However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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