WE Would Have Never Been In This Predicament
What do we do 'now'?
'We' who? '
You and me?
'Oh...
So NOW we are a WE?
I think you made it clear,
You were in the majority.
And I followed your lead.
But guess what?
I have never paid you any attention.
And all that stuff you said about me...
To have my wants and dreams,
As the lesser of 'your' necessities?
Is this a joke you wish to provoke?
At my expense and empathy?
There is no 'We'.
THIS has always been about you.
And YOUR activities has made that proven.
With your ethnic insinuations.
And your mandated philosophies!
THIS...
Is about YOU.
If it was a 'We'...
WE would have never been in this predicament,
As an 'US'!
Not you and I...
As 'in' an US!
You must want me to cuss?
These comments spoken to you,
You can count on and trust! ?
US?
WE?
YOU and ME?
Please!
You've had me too long on my knees! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bangkok
Gotcha!
Hey sucker let me outa here!
Hey, man!
Bangkok on a sunny day
The rain has washed the blood away
Thousand of veins left in the streets
But I cant wash away the red points
On the sheets of the hotels
And the cheap rooms
Of the cheap whores
Under palm trees
Under palm trees
My brain is running in circles now
I gotta cure the pain somehow
Theres a coloured cloud in front of sun
And a face is trying to cheat me
And to take away the fun
And the killer troups of the dea
Have just brought my friend away
In the stuff that dreams are made of
In the stuff that dreams are made of
Stuff that dreams are made of
Hey, hey, hey!
Stuff that dreams are made of
Stuff that dreams are made of
Hey, hey, hey!
Stuff
Stuff that dreams
Are made of...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
(carly simon)
Take a look around now
Change the direction
Adjust the tuning
Try a new translation
Dont look at your man in the same old way
Take a new picture
Just because you dont see shooting stars
Doesnt mean it isnt perfect
Cant you see...
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its the slow and steady fire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its your heart and souls desire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
So whats this about your best friend?
Shes got a brand new shiny boy
And theyre moving out to malibu
To play with all his pretty toys
And you feel closed in by the same four walls
The same old conversation
With the same old guy youve know for years
But use your imagination
And you will see....
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its the slow and steady fire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its your heart and souls desire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
What if the prince on the horse in your fairytale
Is right here in disguise
And what if the stars youve been reaching so high for
Are shining in his eyes
Dont look at yourself in the same old way
Take another picture
Shoot the stars off in your own backyard
Dont look any further
And you will see
Its the stuff that dreams are made of....
song performed by by Carly Simon
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In Retrospect
We all know
how easy it is
to be witty
in retrospect
when not on the spot
with an interview question
or when engaged
in rapid comments
made in free spoken
general conversation
one of these
spontaneous
comments made
will get us all
in due course
if we talk long enough
in general terms
without fore thought
pondering all angles
or political ramifications.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In A Category All Your Own
Would I cuss you out?
Or 'will' I cuss you out?
Forgive me but...
I am not familiar at all with this request.
Can you be just a little more specific.
I don't mind doing it,
But...
You have to provide the incentive.
'So you just don't go around cussing people out?
And being offensive?
I saw that on a recent documentary.'
Of course not.
I am given something to ignite that desire.
Something that initiates the feeling.
You know...
You have to want me to cuss you out badly,
To provoke me to that point.
'I had no idea that's how it was done.
Depending on the situation,
How many cuss words could I possibly provoke you to use...
Within,
Say...
Five minutes of my nonstop ignorance that provokes you? '
You are visiting here on vacation aren't you?
And someone has become annoyed with you and sent you,
My way...
Right?
Either it is believed you are my perfect match...
Or something so disconnected in your head,
It is hoped a few of my choice words will tightened.
You are in a category all your own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rating of Attention
Any comments you make,
About activities of others...
You assess as being fake.
Has been associated,
Coming from what creative debate?
Where are those of yours made?
And on what scale of 'genuine'...
Have you convinced yourself,
A rating of attention is deserving.
Without your self serving solicitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter If Its The Rolling Of Eyes
Those that thrive on inconsistency,
To justify an absence of competence.
Make themselves more obvious,
Without comments made.
To bring their activities to anyone's attention.
This they do to themselves,
As if honored to get.
Any kind of reception.
No matter if its the rolling of eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've been doing this stuff for so long it's the one aspect of my life that I've paid attention to and really sort of not paid attention to the rest of it.
People Do Make Mistakes
Sometimes people do make mistakes.
I've made some.
And who has not made a few?
But not knowingly at the expense of others.
And those who excuse these activities done,
As errors made unconsciously...
With proclamations for a wish to be forgiven,
Need to know how it feels to receive payback.
Directed and unmistakable.
And inflicted with the ease in which they were made.
With a consciousness applied and lessons taught.
To awaken anyone daring to use these excuses in the future.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guess Who Will Find THAT Offensive?
My comments offend?
Your skin must be very thin.
If my depictions are available,
To be observed...
And your eyes have been fixed on sweets.
While you couldn't get enough,
Of those delusions fed...
To quickly eat of that 'funky stuff'.
My comments once made,
Freely and unafraid...
Will eventually be all up in your head,
To repeat back to me.
And guess who will find THAT offensive?
People like you who now wish,
They had listened and not passed judgement.
Have you ever heard the term,
'It Is Never Too Late? '
Look around you.
What time have you been waiting for to arrive?
That has long been sitting to visit.
And right before your eyes undisguised.
I didn't welcome that.
You did!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call On Me
The feelin is clear
Clear as a blue sky on a sunny day
Everything was you
cause no one made me feel
The way I felt with you
Call on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
Then came a change
When I said I would soon be leavin you
Nothin else to do
Please remember Ill never lose the thought of you
Call on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
Youve got to find
Someone else to somehow take my place
Share his love with you
But if you need a friend
You can always count on me
Count on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
song performed by by Chicago
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Within The Next Few Months
Insinuations made to misguide with a plotting,
Of a shining done of a focused spotlight...
One would like to get,
But has planted few seeds to deserve.
Is a maneuvering done by someone,
On a mission to usurp attention from another.
Only to discover...
It takes more than emoting with a seizing to hold,
An attention from those...
Who seek more than freelanced embellishments.
If discipline with a consistency is not there to be seen,
Any plotting done with insinuations to leave...
Eventually demeans the doer of this activity.
With an unintended declaration,
Of their own lack of motivation taking center stage.
'I understand what it is you 'might' have done.
However...
Unlike the others you've discussed to throw under the bus,
Can you show me more of what it is you actually do?
IF that doing of it as you have stated...
Is your desire and purpose in 'life' you wish to accomplish.'
~Well...I...uh...
Haven't quite found the time just yet!
But within the next few months...
I am certain my schedule will then allow it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whoa Whoa Whoa Hush That Rush
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
And they cuss a lot.
Hear them cuss a lot!
No matter where they seem to be.
No matter in whose company.
Whoever is around them,
Never is quite free!
Or alone.
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
And they cuss a lot.
Hear them cuss a lot!
No matter where they seem to be.
No matter in whose company.
Whoever is around them,
Never is quite free!
Or alone.
No matter what the reason,
Or the season may be...
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss!
Making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
And dropping in the Autumn like leaves from trees.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
And dropping in the Autumn like leaves from trees.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
And making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Action Should Strengthen Your Vision!
Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?
Was it ever mentioned,
Your attention was not on my agenda?
In brief encounters I wanted to extend my hand.
And in doing so you became offended.
In brief encounters I wanted to take a stand,
Against all that I thought...
You too prioritized in your life.
I did not approach you to assist,
In the conflicts you fight.
Igniting them for purposes to mask your insecurities.
I am of peace!
Not about that nonsense you daily release.
As frequently as your choice to use cuss words.
To cuss yourself and others,
With a desire to be overheard!
NOW I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
Your mouth shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?
What do you expect?
A magic wand followed by 'Hocus Pocus? '
A begging on my knees pleading a forgiveness?
While you and the others,
Use that as another joke to provoke?
Look...
Let me help you understand something here!
I'm not seeking to sacrifice my time to charities.
Those donations have been exhausted.
Nor do I intend to give away anything I have,
I myself desperately need.
What I offered to you was a quality of life,
I had to recognize to appreciate the giving of it away.
Something basic to share I hoped would stay with you.
I came to you to extend,
An open-ness that was not judgemental.
Sincere in the giving.
Something you could have shared with someone...
And I would be on my way!
But you decided to turn that into betrayal.
And today you perceive it okay,
That I should welcome your decay?
Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with your focus?
Oh...
And I am too!
Watch me as I distance myself from you.
AND maintain your focus.
This action should strengthen your vision!
If not...
Click your heels three times for clarity.
And...
Do not believe I am embittered.
Or 'sweet'.
I've been mistaken for both too often.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Trust You
You come on strong with a great
Big smile
But your teeth are as sharp as a
Crocodile
You promised me the moon and
The stars and the sun
But you never did nothin for
Anyone
Cant look me in the face or
Straight in the eye
Id buy the movie rights to your
Alibi
I wonder how long you will go
I wonder how high your head will
Blow
Youre a psychopathic liar
Your soul is on fire
Youre bluffin with nuthin
While the stakes are gettin higher
Why trust you
You never made a dream come
True
Why trust you
Give me one good reason, one
Good reason why
You come to me all teary-eyed
With your big tall tale way up in
The sky
Begging on your knees for
Another chance
But everybody knows thats a
Song and a dance
There used to be a time when you
Were the best
You had the fastest tongue in the
West
Ya gave a look and a line like
Nobody else
Youd try to sell the Bible to the
Devil, himself
You sadistic little liar
Youre walkin on the wire
Youre bluffin up with nothin
And the bills are gettin higher
Why trust you
Give me one good reason, one
Good reason why
Trust you
The noose is getting tighter
Your face is turning whiter
You can stuff it up your muffin
And go stick it in the fire
Why trust you
You never made a dream come
True
Why trust you, give me one good
Reason, one good reason
Why trust you, you never made a
Dream come true
Why trust you, give me one good
Reason, one good reason
Why trust you, why trust you
Why trust you, why trust you
Why trust you
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Don't Embarrass Yourself With Those Assumptions
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You took time to boast of those things you have.
Remember laughing at my possessions?
You referred to them as rags.
Remember I made attempts,
To share with you my experiences?
And you spent your time dismissing them.
To be with your colleagues.
And other cling on pretentious friends.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
Am I suppose to forgive and forget,
The agony you left I met?
Or are you that stupid to believe I am?
And my heart awaits for us to reconnect?
You must stop embarrassing yourself,
With those assumptions.
Please...
Don't embarrass yourself with those assumptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Dreams Are Made Of
hey now
hey now
hey now
hey now
have you ever seen such a beautiful night
i could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright
when i see you smiling i go uh oh oh
i would never want to miss this
cause in my heart i know what this is
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
i've got somewhere i belong
i've got somebody to love
this is what dreams are made of
have you ever wondered what life is about
you could search the world and never figure it out
you dont have to sail the oceans uh no no
happyness is no mystery
it's here and now it's you and me
hey now hey now this is what dremas are made of
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
i've got somewhere i belong
i've got somebody to love
this is what dreams are made of
open your eyes(this is what dreams are made of)
shout to the sky( this is what dreams are made of)
when i see you smiling i go uh oh oh
yesterday my life was life was color
now everything's technocolored
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
i've got somewhere i belong
i've got somebody to love
this is what dreams are made of
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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That Uncertainty Is Still Being Discussed
We have known of their covert activities.
And have been monitoring them for years,
To insure their threats against us...
Are kept at a minimum.
'That's great news.
Now explain a lost investment of trillions of dollars,
At the expense of those who have been innocent...
With the sacrificing of their lives,
And those standards valued never to be revived?
As tons of money is continued to be spent,
Protecting 'our' interests.
Do you mind explaining to us,
Who do your refer to as 'our'?
And those interests protected belong to who?
Specifically? '
That uncertainty is still being discussed.
But we trust you will maintain your trust in us,
As we further agree to deceive you with excuses.
'Sure no problem.
Take as long as you wish.
My questions are based on my own personal curiosities.
I'm sure the others deep in sleep,
Could care less of your thought process.'
Well...
We certainly have our fingers crossed,
That your comments have merit and truth.
Keeping those dumbed down is not as easy as it seems.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Wasnt Me
(gary harrison/tim mensy)
I know she mustve cut you deep
Shes gone but you wont let her leave
I know your heart has not healed yet
But sometimes I think that you forget
That wasnt me
That wasnt me
Im not the one
Who made love bring you to your knees
You cant love if you cant trust
Her memorys hurt you long enough
Let your heart see
That wasnt me
I can no longer pay the price
For damage done by her careless lies
We cant move on til you let go
I always thought by now youd know
That wasnt me
That wasnt me
Im not the one
Who made love bring you to your knees
You cant love if you cant trust
Her memorys hurt you long enough
Let your heart see
That wasnt me
You cant love if you cant trust
Her memorys hurt you long enough
Let your heart see
That wasnt me
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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May...Be...A Bit Uneasy With the 'Peeps
I can understand,
You are overwhelmed and shocked.
Afterall...
It only has taken,
Fourty years or more...
For the activities of this environment to sink in.
Remember when they were first brought to your attention?
And you had stated then,
My comments were too negative to mention?
And today 'my' comments seem to flow from your lips.
With a cursing done that you can not resist.
Don't you think...
Your lack of communal unity,
Is too negative to mention?
I believe your comments are a repetitive visit!
Even though you seem to have a clear grasp,
Of the lingo!
*May...be...a bit uneasy,
With the 'peeps' that pop your 'pupils'.
Ya dig? *
Oooohhh...
I love the Spring.
Especially this time of the year.
Don't you?
*NOTE:
'Peeps'? Urban slang word usage for 'people'.
Sooo, an interpretation for that line where 'peeps' is used...
Would be as such:
* 'Maybe you are a bit uneasy with the people that open your eyes.
Do you comprehend? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Arrogance v/s silence
To provoke him
I ridiculed him
Laughed at his clothes
Made a mockery of
His personality
Made faces at him
Said nasty things
To hurt his feelings
He smiled and kept mum
Did not utter a single word
That made me angry
Increased my arrogance
I abused him
He kept his cool
Fed up
With his cool behavior
Ultimately asked him
Why is he not reacting?
He did not reply
Just walked away
Smiling
Made me think
My best efforts
Could not provoke him
Whereas his silence
Irritated and provoked me
Made me behave
Like an animal
What I could not achieve?
By anger and arrogance
He achieved by silence
07-03-2012
313-47-03-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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