What Game Show Is This?
Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?
Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?
Getting your misdeeds out of my sight,
Is nearly impossible these days.
You blocked your own path...
With thoughtlessness.
And for this...
You expect me to delay,
My desire to go my own way?
And for your mistakes...
I should pay?
What game show is this?
And why are you soliciting me to play?
Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?
Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?
You wish to have your realities filmed!
I am not seeking that kind of attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making Those Choices To Do
Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Procrastinating in hesitation,
Makes for the creating of excuses...
Easier to get nothing done to wait.
Like one who wishes for a taste of cake.
However, making those choices to do...
Does remove those excuses made done,
With no follow through.
And pursued as one's destination that comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back
I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
It's all or nothin'
And nothin's all I ever get,
Every time I turn it on I burn it up and burn it out
There's always something,
There's always something going wrong.
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about.
It's a never ending attack.
Everything's a lie and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And all the morons,
and all the stooges with their coins,
Their the ones who make the rules, it's not a game it's just a rout
There's desperation, (there's desperation)
There's desperation in the air.
It leaves a stain on all your clothes and no detergent gets it out.
And we're always slippin' through the cracks.
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
What about love?
It's defective!
It's always breakin' in half.
What about sex?
It's defective!
It's never built to really last.
What about your family?
It's defective!
All the batteries are shot.
What about your friends?
Their defective!
All the parts are out of stock.
What about your god?
It's defective!
They forgot the warranty.
What about your town?
It's defective!
It's a dead end street to me.
What about your school?
It's defective!
It's a pack of useless lies.
What about your work?
It's defective!
It's a crock and then you die.
What about hope?
It's defective!
It's corroded and decayed.
What about faith?
It's defective!
It's tattered and it's frayed.
What about your chilhood?
It's defective!
It's dead and buried in the past.
What about your future?
It's defective!
And you can shove it up your ASS!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
Everything's a lie and that's a fact.
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Do You Believe?
we cannot say that we believe
in something, and then by our
actions, or even worse, inaction,
contradict it!
we are what we do, what we give,
and where we are standing at the
end of the day...
we all make mistakes, we all fail
on occasion, (i may be the worst!) ...
but the mistakes and failures dont
define us... how we react to them,
whether we take ownership of them,
and what we do to rectify them does!
the concept that anyone can reach
their dreams at the expense of anyone
else is false...
in order to restore integrity and dignity
to our lives, we have to have purpose...
and we have to have a deep level of
commitment...
we, and even our children, and their children,
are and will be governed by the results
of choices, choices already made, choices
being made, and future choices!
nothing happens by chance. we have no one
else to blame... and we cant put it on a
higher power... we cannot expect instant
redemption, or divine intervention...
it is up to us, as individuals, and as
community!
what do you believe? show me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Life Is A Lemon & I Want My Money Back
I want my money back
I want my money back
Its all or nothing
And nothings all I ever get
Every time I turn it on
I burn it up and burn it out
Its always something
Theres always something going wrong
Thats the only guarantee
Thats what this is all about
Its a never ending attack
Everythings a lie, and thats a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And all the morons
And all the stooges with their coins
Theyre the ones who make the rules
Its not a game - its just a rout
Theres desperation
Theres desperation in the air
It leaves a stain on all your clothes
And no detergant gets it out
And were always slipping through the the cracks
Then the movies over - fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
I want my money back
I want my money back
What about love?
Its defective!
Its always breaking in half
What about sex? !
Its defective!
Its never built to really last
What about your family?
Its defective!
All the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
Theyre defective!
All the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
Its defective!
Its corroded and decayed
What about faith?
Its defective!
Its tattered and its frayed
What about your gods?
Theyre defective!
They forgot the warranty
What about your town?
Its defective!
Its a dead end street to me
What about your school?
Its defective!
Its a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
Its defective!
Its a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
Its defective!
Its dead and buried in the past
What about your future?
Its defective!
And you can shove it up your ass!!
I want my money back
I want my money back
Its all or nothing
And nothings all I ever get
Every time I turn it on
I burn it up and burn it out
Its a never ending attack
Everythings a lie, and thats a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And were always slipping through the the cracks
Then the movies over-fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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The Man Who Still Walks With No Legs.
Without asking how can one ever beg.
Been knocked down a couple pegs.
Look at the man who still walks with no legs.
He no longer sprints, but eh who needs to be always be in a hurry any ways.
That's when most of my mistakes have been made.
Some do well under pressure I don't.
So I don't desire or ask under legitimate or non legitimate to affect my persona.
For I don't have the time to constantly write and as such I don't want people constantly expecting what I can only at certain times deliver.
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Staying Swift On My Feet Keeps Me Peaceful
You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
I've had to break away from that habit,
That addicted you...
To select which objections,
You preferred to accept.
When you allowed them to happen.
And I annoyed you as you slept!
Oh no...
Some things in my life,
I just had to let go!
You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
And too tired have I become,
From excusing myself through it...
When from you I would leave.
Only to return.
To find you still unaware and fast asleep.
And getting disrespect,
Coming at me from both ends...
I could no longer justify.
You can close your eyes and keep them closed,
For all I care.
Today I don't have those concerns.
You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
I have learned,
Staying swift on my feet keeps me peaceful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human Nature
Why dose human nature
make life a misery
Never really knowing
the paths you chose to lead
For some their lives are easy
for others not so good
The consequences of actions
often blind the good
At times in life you feel
right choices you have made
But then you start to see
those choices weren't meant to be
The regrets that often stem
From bad choices in one's life
Makes you feel unworthy
to live a better life
So how does one learn
to forgive one self's mistakes
That has hurt so many beings
and made them weary of your plight
Is it true what people say
You learn from your mistakes
are you careful not to make
another foolish mistake
So now I take a step
Towards healing all my regrets
and hope that one day
I'll be a better human being
poem by Kaila George
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Qualified To Teach
You have reminded me too many times,
Through your actions...
What it was you thought of me.
And each time I took what you delivered,
As I made sure you stood to witness this.
And without a defense you made against,
My indentity, dignity or integrity.
In fact,
What you have done intentionally...
Has strengthened my resolve.
It has not been overnight that I've decided,
To live my life for the reaching of stars...
Shining above me bright.
Nor have I been standing in the shadows,
Hiding within a darkness in fear to be in sight.
No.
I have been observing with an appetite,
For that day to come...
To see you learn a few lessons.
And knowing one of them I am qualified to teach.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is My Reason?
Where is my reason?
Too many choices,
Makes my purpose unclear.
I know what to fear,
That has been pointed out to me.
I know the cost of living life,
Is rising steadily from my sight.
I know what is wrong,
Since few things done seem right.
When daylight comes...
It's going to be followed by the night!
But I hunger inside,
To feed an appetite that hides.
I watch others struggle in battles they fight!
Is that why I was born?
Just to take away from others...
What I choose and think I might like?
But 'where' is my 'reason'...
If what I take makes others uptight?
It can't be a comforting lifestyle,
For anyone involved in this plight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uh! All Night
Everywhere around the world
Everybodys doin time
Freedom comes at 5:15
Prison starts at quarter to nine
It takes a hard workin lover
To keep on towin the line
Ill meet you under the covers
I get excited, Im so excited
Well, we work all day
And we dont know why
Well, theres just one thing that money cant buy
When your bodys been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta uh! all night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, whoo
Take me to the jungle, honey
Were livin in a human zoo
Getcha turnin tricks for money
Id rather roll around with you
cause when the waitin is over
I come a-runnin to you
I got the whole night to show you
I get excited, Im so excited
Well, we work all day
And we dont know why
Well, theres just one thing that money cant buy
When your bodys been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta uh! all night
Ooh, let me hear you, uh, right, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Well, we work all day
And we dont know why
Well, theres just one thing that money cant buy
When your bodys been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta uh!
They got me workin, they got me runnin
But when Im comin home to you, yeah
Well, we work all day
And we dont know why
Well, theres just one thing that money cant buy
When your bodys been starved feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta uh! all night
Well, we work all day (they got me working)
And we dont know why (they got me runnin)
Well, theres just one thing that money cant buy (ooh yeah)
When you bodys been starved (my bodys hungry)
Feed your appetite (dont need no money)
When you work all day, you gotta uh! all night (comin home, yeah)
Well, we work all day
And we dont know why
Well, theres just one thing that money cant buy
When you bodys been starved, feed your appetite
When you work all day, you gotta uh! all night
Well, we work all day
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Sweep Away Your Own Debris
So clear you were not here,
When the trenches were dug.
And when the heat appeared,
Not a dropp of sweat...
Came from your brow.
And you expect my attention,
To listen to your delayed intentions!
And you expect my time to mention this...
Now?
Too much of what you have,
And take for granted...
Has been made easy for you to judge.
Including my activities.
But in my life,
What you say and offer...
Has not been made my priority.
Not to influence me to budge!
Your seriousness is elementary to me.
And there is something to be said,
About those who toiled from the old school!
Who learned to use their minds...
And not toys to use as tools to advance fools.
My path has never been paved,
With options.
Nor was it ever paved before time to it I gave.
And any options appearing,
Are those I made!
You show up to discuss,
How I should approach 'my' adventure.
When you display no ambition...
To pick up a broom,
And sweep away your own debris!
That's why I prefer you not to be around me.
To distract with aspects of your own insecurities.
Don't attempt to use my energy.
Sweep away your own debris!
Sweep away your own debris!
Or go elsewhere to play.
Just get away from around me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Prioritized Attention Given
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.
It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.
Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.
That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which One Would Have a Better Chance
Who is better equipped,
To endure a prolonged and costly conflict?
Those accustomed to it with an appetite.
Or those nurtured on video games...
Created in 3-D.
Turned off after a few hours,
To eat sandwiches and other snacks.
To begin again,
After studying what strategies to use to win!
Which one would have a better chance,
To defeat the other?
'That's easy!
Anyone who can afford to play...
And keep their game updated!
Hopefully with sustained patriotism maintained.
With lots of mayo.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much Longer
I'm stuck
Inside
Can't get this done wish I could hide
This scene is really such a pain
I just
Can't see
How this is any use to me
This work is drivin' me insane
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
It's on
My mind
I think I'm runnin out of time
This weight is more than I can take
That clock
Is slow
It's never gonna let me go
This time I need more than just a break
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
And here I go again (and here I go again)
Wondering when (when)
I can have my time to play
(Can anybody tell me)
(Can anybody, can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can
How much longer until I can play that game
(I want to play that game)
Play that game
(I want to play that game)
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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Competing With Myself
I no longer sit to be amazed,
By those who believe an ease of life...
Is given for the one who fights for it.
I no longer sit with curiosity,
Thinking of those who seek not to be challenged...
But expect a shipment of opportunities to them delivered.
I no longer refute accusations made,
About the validity of my abilities.
Or debate with those to ignorant to know.
I no longer sit to be amazed,
By those who believe an ease of life...
Is given for the one who fights for it.
And I do not have to look or have the presence,
As if I am dressed for battle.
I am not seeking to impress with images of conquest.
Since I've been competing with myself all of my life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feed Me Love
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me some love as a main course.
Do not tease me with it as if it is dessert!
Whatever you say it will do for me,
I want that fed to me as an entrée first.
Feed me with it to quench my thirst.
Do not tease the love I hunger and deserve.
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me love,
And fill me up with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nibbling Away
You are in my backyard,
Nibbling away inch by inch...
Property that is mine you wish to claim.
And you expect me not to be offended?
Or approach you to defend my interests?
To then say I am your threat?
You may solicit the media to be on your side,
With deception and lies you've been telling.
However...
If you continue to escalate with choices you make,
What makes you believe I should have none?
My neighbors and I have known each other,
Much longer than you have proven you are foolish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evolving Bond of Oneness
Revisions may not always relate.
When across the board,
A changing slate is constantly updated...
Then erased!
What is taking place is the antiquated replacement...
Of a mindset being conditioned to be controlled.
With a bold leap unforeseen.
As it demeans those living lives in division.
'Global 'this'! '
'Global 'that'! '
Will be on your lips soon.
Revisions may not always relate.
When across the board,
A changing slate is constantly updated...
Then erased!
To do this and not be associated with treason!
Or less patriotic than those on foreign shores.
A global federation of nations come.
Networked to produce that same effect on command.
And then to reannounce the financing of our wishes,
Must be federation approved!
As those with invested assets perserving in the Federal Reserve,
Strengthen the link that binds this evolving bond of Oneness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War is big and there are only so many reporters and only so many places for their words and images to appear. Choices are made constantly.
quote by Bruce Jackson
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