Uncomfortable With Themselves
I am a slave to spontaneity.
I can not see myself,
As a keeper of 'stats'.
And one who massages personalities,
Of those who have reached heights...
With expectations to be treated,
As if they keep secrets from Mother Nature.
You know the kind!
The ones who rattle off résumés of folks,
To entitle themselves to feel important.
And prefer to hobnob and mingle with those,
Of equal insecurities.
With a tolerance to pretend...
Others are the ones who have them.
I am a slave to spontaneity.
Anything premeditated...
Seems such a waste to what being 'real' is!
And some folks are so,
Uncomfortable with themselves.
Keeping that proper etiquette and home training appeal,
As boring as their conversations.
'Excuse me.
I have some paint to go home to watch dry.
How I let that escape me?
I have no idea.
But please...
Please continue without me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Paint Me Down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im walking into studio
Consider strange appeal
Paint me in the home
Im brushing up on sketchbook
Designs for love unreal
Paint me in the home
Oil and skin youll need to buy it
Consider what I mean
She sinks beneath thr moving pictures
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im soaking up the surface
Conceaiving new idea
Paint me in the home
Shes oiling up her subject
But all still life is here
Paint me in the home
All the boys with framed dimension
A cover up on lust
Hell take his pain and paint it over
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Folks Are Just Folks!
black folks just like white folks,
gotta eat, sleep, need somewhere
to stay, need a job...
just want to be treated like people,
equal in every way....
and my Hispanic neighbors,
hard working, working together,
(we could learn from that!)
taking care of families...
human beings with human needs,
just like us....
Asians, Native Americans...
all just the same....
all of us just people....
want to be treated that way!
folks are just folks!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it...do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she wont be a slave, we say that she dont love us
If shes real, we say shes trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that shes above us
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave of the slaves
Ah, yeah...better scream about it
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah...alright...hit it!
We insult her every day on tv
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When shes young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...if you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is...if you believe me, you better scream about it
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
song performed by by Lennon John
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If It Gets Too Thick
You are not going to know,
From where I'll be coming from!
The flow of winds and I are not strangers.
I am not one to make announcements,
To prepare anyone for my arrival.
I am coming with no expectations.
And none will I honor or receive.
Yet,
To anyone I deliver,
Quickly my respect.
I am often easy to please.
Although I prefer spontaneity!
Routine is okay.
But I don't try to wear it as a fit,
For my way of life.
And...
I'll be the first to excuse myself and leave...
If it gets too thick I can detect it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Labels!
they call us poor white folks
'white trash'....
they call poor black folks
'niggers'....
they call poor Hispanic folks
all kinds of names,
'illegal' being the worst!
labels...
people who have too much
at the expense of the rest of us...
well insulated ignorance...
hatreds, that begin with hatred
of the self!
we're not labels!
we're just folks....
breathing, working, dreaming,
trying, doing the best we can....
we deserve the dignity
of being treated as human beings....
labels... hell no!
i'm not your boy, not your slave,
not your inferior...
i am human!
treat me as such!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Easier To Relax And Enjoy Life
I prefer to keep my life basic.
In a non-traditional, eccentric way.
I like to think of my tastes as being,
Eclectic chic.
Whatever that means!
I don't surround myself with 'expectations'.
You know...
Those 'things' folks keep to impress.
And discussed in long winded conversations.
I don't address those issues.
As much as I do...
An immediate warmth,
I like to touch and keep pursued.
You know...
I'm the 'Give Me Something Real I Can Feel' type.
And...
I enjoy being around others,
Who know exactly who they are too!
It makes it easier to relax and enjoy life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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“I write what comes to mind.
It is like sharing a piece of yourself.
I guess I am just a lover of words”
We call it spontaneity, something that
Comes from an impulse
Effortlessly,
There is nothing premeditated,
Like a burst of applause
Indigenous, something that grows
Without any cultivation like some ferns
And lichens or moss on the rocks
Of our watered paths
That which nature gives
Freely and unconstrained
Like sunshine like rain
In fact, this spontaneity
Is the highest and best form of
efficiency
it is Not forethought
it is As instinctive as breathing
As involuntary as
Suspense and surprise
Combined less the promptitude
An ad-lib,
is that what you are,
My friend, and automatic hi
And automatic hello?
A spontaneous combustion,
A spontaneous propulsion?
Like the three Princes of Serendip
Whose discoveries are made
By accident and sagacity and not
By an old quest, or conquest
Yes, I agree, the poems work that way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A piece of Joclimara
“I write what comes to mind.
It is like sharing a piece of yourself.
I guess I am just a lover of words”
We call it spontaneity, something that
Comes from an impulse
Effortlessly,
There is nothing premeditated,
Like a burst of applause
Indigenous, something that grows
Without any cultivation like some ferns
And lichens or moss on the rocks
Of our watered paths
That which nature gives
Freely and unconstrained
Like sunshine like rain
In fact, this spontaneity
Is the highest and best form of
efficiency
it is Not forethought
it is As instinctive as breathing
As involuntary as
Suspense and surprise
Combined less the promptitude
An ad-lib,
is that what you are,
My friend, and automatic hi
And automatic hello?
A spontaneous combustion,
A spontaneous propulsion?
Like the three Princes of Serendip
Whose discoveries are made
By accident and sagacity and not
By an old quest, or conquest
Yes, I agree, the poems work that way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just A Piece
“I write what comes to mind.
It is like sharing a piece of yourself.
I guess I am just a lover of words”
We call it spontaneity, something that
Comes from an impulse
Effortlessly,
There is nothing premeditated,
Like a burst of applause
Indigenous, something that grows
Without any cultivation like some ferns
And lichens or moss on the rocks
Of our watered paths
That which nature gives
Freely and unconstrained
Like sunshine like rain
In fact, this spontaneity
Is the highest and best form of
efficiency
it is Not forethought
it is As instinctive as breathing
As involuntary as
Suspense and surprise
Combined less the promptitude
An ad-lib,
is that what you are,
My friend, and automatic hi
And automatic hello?
A spontaneous combustion,
A spontaneous propulsion?
Like the three Princes of Serendip
Whose discoveries are made
By accident and sagacity and not
By an old quest, or conquest
Yes, I agree, the poems work that way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tootin' Or a Hootin
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with others,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
Communities everywhere are falling apart.
People looking for police...
And others to help them stop
Their nonsense blindly rise
As they watch with eyes as this increases to the sky!
No one gives a 'tootin hoot or holla' about their lives!
All they want are hand outs!
And someone to point out to criticize!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know God's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
These people ain't 'real...
To claim God in their hearts!
It ain't a thing they feel.
If they did...
Everything done,
Would have more appeal!
These folks ain't real...
To feel God in their hearts!
IF they did with truth faith...
They wouldn't be a 'tootin or a hootin 'bout
A crumbling world...
That's falling all a part!
These folks ain't real...
With a feeling of God in their hearts!
That's why no satisfaction ever comes,
And the weeping for them starts!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You got to get up and get 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
Then treat other people like you don't care!
These people claim without no shame...
They know He's everywhere!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And assume He's always there for you,
While you do what you dare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Needless to Say
I invited some folks to watch
While they did what they did.
So as not to give my biased opinion!
They thought I exaggerated.
And were amazed people this crazed
Were not caged...
With no admission fees charged!
I told them a fortune could be made.
I like the spontaneity of live theater.
But they had their sights on movie rights.
And needless to say...
Another brilliant concept goes down the drain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slave Nation
my allegation
its alright
slave nation
alright
want to tell ya
all is gone
you're a slave nation
right or wrong
tell
oh
take a moment to tell
oh
slave nation
its alright
you're a slave nation
oh my
its cool
its fine
slave nation
alright
tell
tell
tell me not to tell
wanna tell
slave nation
slave nation
slave nation
slave nation
its alright
isolation
right
oh?
its alright
its alright
its alright
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Back Home
song performed by by Simple Minds
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I am Home in Nature
I am home in nature
I love its beauty
All of the creatures
It is like rapture
The flowing musical energy
I am home in nature
The beauty, the energy
Everyone can feel it in nature it is
All of the creatures
The leaves the various colors
The aspens, the oaks, all of the folks
I am home in nature
The world is full of beauty that we ignore
And what is hurt and ashamed of us
All of the creatures
We strayed from nature
Yet we progress “forward”
I am home in nature
And with
All of the creatures
poem by Aaron Burr
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Pioneering New Territory
The onslaught of vacuous meanderings,
Is a representation of the futile attempts...
One makes to create spontaneity.
And this...
In one's mindlessness,
Does not exist! Spontaneity.
However...
What does,
Is an abundance of innovative mediocrity.
And with the increase of nonsense...
One is boosted with a feeling that thrills,
As if pioneering new territory.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am Home
I have reached a place
place i have always known
finally i am home
finally i am home
there are no bends
there are no baits
all the roads are straight
the doors are always open
food on the table,
warm water for bath,
i am home, i am home,
the woman folks laugh,
the old men advice,
little children ask
for gifts, sweet scents,
everything is free
and nothing is spent
i am home i am home.....
poem by Reshma Ramesh
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Qualified To Do
The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.
Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.
People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.
The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indoctrinated Through Ancestry
They are here in droves...
Those me-me-I-I folks.
The ones who have been told they are attractive.
Those with slave mentalities,
And still trying to please their masters.
And I can not say how many folks there are...
Who are afraid to express too much 'identity'.
For fear they will upset someone else's wishes!
And they know what on me they can kiss!
Anyone who has a mind like this!
I'm not having none of it.
There is an addicted sickness inflicted.
Alive and well.
And profiting the few,
Who have so many messed up in their heads!
The more pretentious the folks...
One can find them driven to play charades,
On all coasts.
Wherever they are found 'coasting' and cruising!
It just seems that way.
Those on escapades and away from their identities.
And ready to please.
As if indoctrinated through ancestry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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