We All Have Our Days
They love to exaggerate,
Every move I make...
With a microscopic investigation,
As being foolish and incompetent.
Or arrogant with an undue self assurance,
If my shoes appear to be unproperly tied.
Yet every 'mistake' they make that is blatant,
Someone recommends a sedative be taken.
With rest suggested by a psychoanalyst.
And test administered to ensure that it was stress,
That was at the core of their committing...
The most heinous crimes instigated against humanity!
'Well...
You must admit,
We all have our days.
Especially those that are more strenuous than others.~
I know.
And there is not a day that goes by,
That keeps me reminded...
I may be too oversensitive to such probes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Ever Make a Mistake
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
There's no need for moaning or groaning,
Over what's been done.
No one lives a perfect life,
Under the Sun!
Alibis are like houseflies.
They begin to annoy.
And habits are like pests when invited...
They are hard to destroy.
Even if you hit 'em with a bat...
They come right back!
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
Strap in that saddle and take that ride.
Admit that mistake made,
And push it aside!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it! ~
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it!
If you didn't...
That mistake would have others that you make!
And with me,
That's not okay! ~
'Geeessshhh...
Okay!
But please...
Stop the song and dance routine.
I get it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could I Be Incompetent?
Could I be incompetent?
No.
But I will admit,
I can be stupid, ignorant and foolish...
When making incorrect decisions.
With a hopeful learning from them,
If I take the time to comprehend what I've done.
But incompetent?
No.
No, I am not.
And I am sure if I had been,
Someone who's opinion I accept...
And has shown to me their admiration,
Would have already brought that to my attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children Of The Grave
Revolution in their minds - the children start to march
Against the world in which they have to live
And all the hate thats in their hearts
Theyre tired of being pushed around
And told just what to do
Theyll fight the world until theyve won
And hell comes flowing through
In los angeles, 1969, they shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned nine people to
Death committing one of the most heinous crimes in history.
Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall today
Will the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way?
Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear?
Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?
In los angeles, 1969, they shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned nine people to
Death committing one of the most heinous crimes in history.
(yeah) so you children of the world,
Listen to what I say
If you want a better place to live in
Spread the words today
Show the world that love is still alive
You must be brave
Or you children of today are
Children of the grave, yeah!
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Misappropriation Of Trust
Young man...
It is our intention to ensure,
You are absolutely clear of mind...
Of those charges brought up against you.
Is that understood.
'Yes.'
Yes, what?
There is a protocol and procedure,
You will follow here.
Is 'that' understood?
'Yes, Your Honor.'
That's more like it.
And hold your head up.
We have come together to discuss,
At this hearing...
The ethics by which you have chosen,
In your previous admitted statements...
To be a gross miscalculation of judgement.
And...
We have determined,
To be a negligent and blatant misappropriation of trust.
We would like to hear from you,
Your interpretation of the whereabouts of the missing funds.
As well as an explanation to the disappearance of it.
Detailed!
What is it that you wish to reveal during this inquiry.
And please...
I do not wish to repeat this again.
Hold your head up.
'I am a thief. A common lowdown crook.
And a deceiver who lies to benefit my own interests.'
Well...
I see.
We 'were' expecting you to evade our suspicions.
To allow a deeper probe into your activities.
To make us look good in front of the media.
However...
Since you apparently represent our true beliefs,
I see no reason to prolong this needless investigation.
You dared to be honest.
And need I say...
Today that is a rarity.
And let me take this time to apologize to you,
For all of those who attempted to use you as their scapegoat.
Congratulations.
You are free to go!
'But...
I want to be sentenced for my crimes.'
You WHAT?
LOL...are you kidding?
Get out of here.
Did you hear what he said?
'I want to be sentenced for my crimes.'
LOL.
Where do these kids get this stuff from?
They must be showing reruns of Matlock.
Have him followed.
We do not need the likes of people like that,
Trying to break into prison.
That will put an end to our incarceration programs.
And...
Make sure he does not go near,
Any of the half -way houses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Tell It Like It Is
(chorus)
I jus' a tell it like it is, yeah
I jus' a tell it like it is, oh yeah
I've got to be blatant in this time
Jus' like I know 1 + 1 no make 9 (repeat)
Now what was I saying about being blatant
You got to be blatant in an argument
You got to make sure your feelings are felt
Perfect example for you from me
Watch lying politicians me seh on me t.v.
Pay big big money for the licence fee
(at the same time them a try fi fool we) (repeat)
(chorus)
I jus' tell it like it is, yeah
I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah
I've got ....
I've got to be blatant in this time
Now let me tell me more about being blantant
You got to be blatant me seh
With product you invent
If you don't patent it
You nah see a cent
You have no money fi go pay up your rent
If you crash fi your car
Or you in an accident
If it's not your fault you be blatant
(chorus)
I jus' tell it like it is, yeah
I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah
I've got ....
Now I get serious about being blatant
Police come and mess with me pon the pavement
They say oi' where you going, what you doing here?
I just leave mi house fi go buy a tin of beer
Another example of being blatant
South africa police a kill the innocent
Fire live ammunition me seh into a crowd
If that's not blatant murder
Then murder can't be found (repeat)
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Ub40
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Corrected To Experience The Value
There is one distinct disadvantage someone has,
When defending to protect denials they've accepted.
It gets exhausting to the one listening continually,
Knowing what to expect before the act itself is done.
With a dipping into a vat of excuses,
To predict what one does to get the same outcome.
You see...
Time and seasons move forward.
Unforgiving who is left behind they leave.
And some people without this understanding,
Never change with a stubbornness to remain the same.
With a holding on they keep like a picture in a dusting frame.
Many learn to admit a mistake when made,
With a quickness to admit this without being assisted.
And others can not admit what they do to others,
As if to play a game!
Until their backs are up against a wall.
With a pulling of teeth from their mouths to fall.
To make little difference if a mistake is admitted at all.
And adults who do this are worse than the kids.
At least with children there is a sense,
Of wanting to be corrected to experience the value of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Purposes Of Making Claims
To take a piece and rave about its taste,
While disparaging the creator...
After learning who it was,
Who spent the time in its delivery.
Only validates,
When something delicious is nibbled...
Some will enjoy it for what it is.
And will become interested,
As to 'who' whipped together the flavor.
Seeking an opportunity to meet and greet.
However...
There will always be that 'one' amongst them all,
Who will convince anyone who listens...
They too should become suspicious,
When someone does something so well,
There has to be another motivation...
Needing further investigation.
Because there just has to be much more,
Than just one's experience...
And love that assists one to excel.
Especially when something done is accomplished,
With such tireless effort.
Someone like this needs an instigated probing.
'Have you tasted this?
It is wonderful.'
~I know.
I enjoyed it much better before I discovered,
Who made it.
Aren't you the least bit curious as to 'how' this was done? ~
'No!
If it's to be enjoyed,
Why should I be the one to make attempts to destroy it? '
~Well...
Some of US like to get to the bottom of things.~
'For what purpose?
To re-create the flavor for the purpose of making claims? '
'Not necessarily.
Just to ensure certain procedures were accurately followed.'
~Oh!
I hadn't thought about that.
You do have a point.
Let me recommend that to the others.~
'By all means.
You do that.
And...
If you have the time,
I'd like to have another piece.'
~Sure.
Me too! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Seem Detached From Stress
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
And express with an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
I am not always as secure,
As I seem when attempting to impress.
I just feel what I say comes from an honesty.
And being true to myself,
Sometimes has created my own loneliness...
That has left me with moments of distressed.
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
That expresses an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
But I am not that different,
From those wishing more...
And not less,
Of those moments I regret...
To have a happiness,
That will leave me to be...
Feeling free to be at my best.
Without experiencing an aloneness,
Through what is felt at times...
An unwinding road confined,
To a wilderness...
That sits inside,
Of an inquisitive mind.
Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've committed many war crimes in Vietnam - but I'll tell you something interesting about that. We were committing war crimes in World War II, before the Nuremberg trials were held and the principle of war crimes was stated.
quote by George Wald
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Sonnet-God Knows Our Sins
Your blemishes, you may well hide, O Man;
Your tattoo-marks and port-wine stains, you mask;
And naevi too, remove so well, you can.
For plastic-surgeons perform any task.
Your tongue can lie by habit fluently;
You camouflage misdeeds with undue skill;
And heinous crimes can be masked intently;
You escape when you injure or even kill.
The Maker watches every act of yours;
He knows it when 'tis just a new-born thought;
God keeps track of our days, weeks, seconds, hours;
Account to Him for earthly-stay, we ought.
No man can mask the sinful stains of soul;
Let us never forget our Heav'nly goal.
poem by John Celes
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I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.
quote by Evelyn Waugh
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Same Mistake Twice
Its one thing to make the
Same mistake twice
Another thing to make it
All of your life
Its one thing to make the
Same mistake twice
Another thing to make it
All of your life
The more you strengthen your denial
The more you turn to your desire
Na na na na
Appetite fight youll beat it yet
Na na na na
By hook or by crook on that I would bet
Just hang on in there
Its one thing to make the
Same mistake twice
Another thing to make it
All of your life
Lost in a barrel of wine and whining
Snared in a trap of your own designing
Dont be so sure
Nobody knows when it will end
Dont be so sure
Wouldnt I speak up if Im a true friend
Just hang on in there
Its one thing to make the
Same mistake twice
Another thing to make it
All of your
Life, your life
Another detail just goes by
Fallen into the abyss that has become your life
Its one thing to make the
Same mistake twice
Another thing to make it
All of your life
All of your life
song performed by by 311
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Let Me Think Of An Island
an island
surrounded by sharks
i am in this island
and you are in the nearby island
we wish to touch
we cannot so we only communicate through signs
of our hands
we try to speak but the wind carries our voices away
so we cannot really figure out
what we are saying
i cannot take the risk of swimming the sea
infested with sharks
i still love my life and risking it for you
will not be worth it
so here we are
helplessly devoted to each other
unable to touch
yet always promising to love and be with each other.
aren't we foolish?
i admit i am, and i admit that in the last analysis
let me quote the famous self-centered actress:
i admit i love
but i love me better than you.
am i foolish? i admit i am.
But that is the truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let's Make A Den (demo)
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of hay
Who will be leader?
In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have
children of our own.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of wood
Who will be leader?
Wouldn't it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total
possession of the hill
For the rest of our days?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of our den.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of bricks
Who will be leader?
In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my won't we have
fun when later on we patch it up?
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it from cement
Who will be leader?
In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each Christmas
like there was nothing ever wrong
For the rest of our days.
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of their den.
Well you can wear your brand new nurse's outfit,
And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit.
Everything unchanging
Just furniture arranging
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it underground
Who will be leader?
Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just
to stop us from cuddling and hanging on
For the rest of our days
song performed by by Xtc
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Stop Abortions
When you kill your own baby
In its natural home called ‘Womb’,
In a way most barbaric:
Aren’t you inviting your doom?
When you decaptitate child,
Who has committed no crime,
Can God forgive your grave sin,
If His judgment be called fair?
When you dismember your child
That is live, writhing in pain,
What a heinous crime you do
That’s inhuman to the core.
When you take the life God gives,
For no reason ruthlessly,
Won’t God do the same to you
In the measure that you make?
Woman, man, please do not kill
Your baby formed in the womb,
’tis just blatant homicide,
Most inexcusable too!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 23-7-2010
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One Of Those Days
Its been one of those days
That reminded me in many ways
Of when we were happy, still in love
Just a certain way the wind blows
Just a certain way the sun glows
Its been one of those days that reminded me of us
And even though its over I never will get over
These feelings that I get on certain days
And I know Ill always love you
And Ill always be thinkin of you
In certain kinds of ways, on certain kinds of days
And today well, its been one of those days
Its been one of those days and my heart feels so heavy
And my mind is so full of thoughts of you
Its been one of those days and Id give my life to see you
And to once more know the love that we once knew
And even though its over I never will get over
Oh these feelings that I get on certain days
I guess I know Ill always love you
And Ill always be thinkin of you
In certain kinds of ways, on certain kinds of days
And today well, its been one of, one of those days
Its been one of those days
That reminded me in many ways
Of when we were happy, still in love
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Total Upheaval to Fantasized Beliefs
What is going on?
A reality refused existence.
And an overwhelming presence of it,
No longer given the option of being deluded...
By those who excused the inclusion of it.
What is going on?
The blatant attacks on deceit, lies and corruption.
A disruption of the lives of thieves and their alibis.
And an exposure to their incompetent influence.
What is going on?
A total upheaval of fantasized beliefs.
And the creaking sounds of sneaking creeps,
Attempting to leave the scene of their crimes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All For Love
When it's love you give
I'll be a man of good faith
Then in love you live
I'll make a stand, I won't break
I'll be the rock you can build on
Be there when you're old, to have and to hold
When there's love inside
I swear I'll always be strong
Then there's a reason why
I'll prove to you we belong
I'll be the wall that protects you
From the wind and the rain
From the hurt and pain.
Let's make it all for one and all for love
Let the one you hold be the one you want
The one you need
'Cause when it's all for one
It's one for all
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love
When it's love you make
I'll be the fire in your night
Then it's love you take
I will defend, I will fight
I'll be there when you need me.
When honor's at stake, this vow I will make
That it's all for one and all for love
Let the one you hold be the one you want
The one you need
'Cause when it's all for one
It's one for all
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love
Don't lay our love to rest
'Cause we could stand up to the test
We got everything and more than we had planned
More than the rivers that run the land
We've got it all in our hands
Now it's all for one and all for love
It's all for love
Let the one you hold be the one you want
The one you need
'Cause when it's all for one
It's one for all
It's one for all
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
When there's someone that you want
When there's someone that you need
Let's make it all, all for one...
And all for love
song performed by by Sting
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You Have No Idea How Deeply I Love
I will give you the shirt off my back.
The shoes off my feet.
Even my last dollar,
I need desperately.
I am compassionate to a fault.
And I will be guilty,
That I admit.
But show me any indication,
You can treat me with continued...
Indignation.
And I will freeze up on you,
As if you have awakened for a long visit...
At the North Pole.
And I will be guilty,
That I admit.
If 'ever' you decide,
You want to test what I've got inside...
Be prepared to shiver.
Because to you will be a cold breeze,
From me I will be quick to deliver.
You have no idea how deeply I love!
And I will be guilty,
That I admit.
I have been taught,
By the best of teachers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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