Which Bland Existence Has a Bigger Fan Base?
Which bland existence
Has a bigger fan base?
A dollar worth less,
Than half of its value...
Is falling faster as propaganda rises,
To keep lifestyles fantasized.
Lies are blatant...
As those who speak truth,
Are criticized and despised
For trying to correct by...
Eliminating the act of spying.
While religious zealots,
Dance hypocritically from pulpits.
With sermons denouncing demons!
To leave congrgations in hunger.
Driving away in luxury,
Tax free!
On ther backs of those who give!
Which bland existence,
Has a bigger fan base?
The one already mentioned?
Or the one reality is for them out of place!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Desire
Ah..... ah....
We may be big or small or black or white , eternally
And black and white is you and me in a special light
We may be young or old or in between ,but this much I know
Together we can learn to grow
In a world thats ever turning its back on you
If you give it all away ,
Make it mine ,ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
These are the golden years we get to live
We lead the way , tomorrow we can start today
In a special light
Love could be good or bad or in between
But this much I learn
Baby , you and I can learn
In a world thats rearranging its reality
If you give it all away
Make it mine , ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
Ah...
And its nice to light a fire
When its cold outside
If you give it all away
Make it mine , ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
(repeat last 3 lines of last verse and fade out )
song performed by by Bee Gees
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This Stuff Is Blatant
My observations aren't created.
Rarely embellished are they envisioned.
I see what I see.
And hear what I hear.
Ignoring what is there,
I do not make that decision.
I am one of those probing nosey people.
Wanting to comprehend with a reason,
To question 'why'?
I can be analytical if I wish.
But what I observe...
There is little need for it.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
This stuff is blatant,
Oh yes.
There in black and white!
But I understand why,
Some choose to camouflage this in disguise.
So much truth conflicts with a resistance to reality.
And reality is much despised.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduction of Truth
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.
So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Created Existence
How can anyone be judged and tried,
And sentenced for any wrong doing.
In places known to be delusional,
And fantasized.
Buildings have been erected,
Just to encase the creation of laws and reasons!
To satisfy a power base crushing from within.
How can anyone be judged and tried,
And sentenced for wrong doing.
How did that wrongdoing begin?
There is no escaping,
From its created existence.
Where would one go...
To seek a truth pursued?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Brought That to Others
Everyone they can name is blamed,
For the decline of their fantasized existence.
They insist reality be stopped.
The affects of it keeps them seeking shelter.
As if truth is an illusion that offers escape.
The madness unwraps upon mattresses,
Where no sleeping takes place for them.
They find themselves disgraced!
And faces before them frowning...
Are those who have lost their passion,
To keep up false impressions.
It is difficult to have had...
And to see what was possessed,
Gone.
It is like leaving a masquerade ball for some.
And for many...
They just can not seem to leave at all.
It is hard to feel a pity for their sadness.
It is hard to find a sorrow,
For those who brought that to others.
And turned their backs...
Uncaring and feeling no remorse!
But then,
Of course...
God and the Deities do not like ugly deeds!
Not to self pleasure while others are in need.
This pendulum switch is now witnessed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Politician
Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,
Were I time's sculptor, I would set this man.
Retreating from the truth, his hawk-eyes scan
The platforms of all public thought for place.
There wriggling with insinuating grace,
He takes poor hope and effort by the hand,
And flatters with half-truths and accents bland,
Till even zeal and earnest love grow base.
Knowing no right, save power's grim right-of-way;
No nobleness, save life's ignoble praise;
No future, save this sordid day to day;
He is the curse of these material days:
Juggling with mighty wrongs and mightier lies,
This worshipper of Dagon and his flies!
poem by William Wilfred Campbell
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Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only win your own feeling
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only suffer with your pain
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only chase your happiness
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only protect your safety
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only want your truth
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A boy's appetite grows very fast, and in a few moments the queer, empty feeling had become hunger, and the hunger grew bigger and bigger, until soon he was as ravenous as a bear.
quote by Carlo Collodi
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That's What Happens When Truth Is Spoken
Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
Of course I am 'still' talking about truth.
And that's the tragedy of it!
Even when it is mentioned people want to stop it.
They want to disrupt it with a show of disrespect.
To prove they can throw it indignities.
And to leave it as if that is accepted.
Well...
I say NO to that!
It is NOT accepted!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
You aren't paying me any attention are you?
That's what happens when truth is spoken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wanna cover more ground, get a bigger fan base.
(The) Bigger Lie
Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!
The entire system created,
Has been built on them.
Where has the honesty ever thrived...
When even the churches,
Are dens of sins!
Integrity seems to be known by those ostracized.
Those who speak with a truthfulness,
Who are character assassinated...
And dragged through the mud,
Despised.
A society that is witnessed falling apart...
Tries hard to masquerade its decadence.
By criminalizing petty offenses...
Of those who privately smoke their dope,
And munch on candy bars!
Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!
As a quality of life once respected and lived...
Means absolutely nothing,
To those who witness the BS!
And identify the BS for what that BS really is!
But not distant enough to keep away the smell of it.
Or stop from thinking of it...
As a bunch of ssshhhenanigans dropped and done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Does Not Matter Anymore
one gets used to it
a bland food one gets used
to blandness and it does not
matter anymore whether bland is
bland or not
one suffers the tastelessness
of routine like a road without a bend
where mountains are there and they
are there without anymore significance
to you whether they cast shadows or not
whether they are tall or leveled
whether they can obstruct or they
can make you pass through
if there is a wall you stop
and you cannot pass you turn around
and find another path
it does not really matter
whether it is a lie or truth
what matters most is
this journey that you are taking
and that soon it must be over
without destruction without hurting
those who must remain
those who are still holding their
wineglasses to wait for another cheer
how many years more? it does not matter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not Your Run of the Mill Love Poem
I see you hurting
You won't let me help
Why not?
Why oh why not?
Am I not worth the truth?
I would rather know the ugly truth
Than a beautiful lie
The truth will set you free
Free like an eagle
I hate it when you do this
This shameful deed
Shutting me out with fallacy
You let the demons in
You let them in with glee
It disturbs me
You say I'm great
Lies filthy stinking lies
Prove it
Tell me the truth
poem by Patrick Tincher
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Her Truth
Your truth claims to be a reality
While her truth is the reality
Your truth is just another fallacy
While her truth states actuality
Your truth tries to call her an insurgent
Just another agent
Trying to spread hatred
When her truth really speaks for those you have murdered
For those you denied existence
After they fought for their freedom
Went to the streets to express their position
And you accused them of being destroyers
Ended their lives like they worth nothing
Your truth tried to oppress them
Suppress their voices
While her truth spoke for them
Went to the squares screaming for their liberty
Fighting for their authority
Your truth is only believed by those who shared your earnings
Those who sold their souls for the Benjamins
Used religion, race and lies to serve your purpose
While her truth refused to take it all
Her truth was so pure it refused to sell the martyrs blood
Your truth has become so little
So her truth rose above it and took over the scene
Your truth was caught out
Your truth was discovered
More and more are finding her truth
Seeing the Real Truth
And yours, of course, just wished it would have listened…
poem by Jacob Arden
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Forming/ Hot Chocolate Boy
Hes always waiting
Gotta make the move to tell her
Hot chocolate boy
Hes never met one
Hot chocolate wet one
Hot chocolate boy
Deep, sweet, and bitter
Spoon it out at a place for breakfast
Hot chocolate boy
Hot, frosty, creamy
He was only dreaming
Hold me down, hold me up
Tell them that Im your gun
Pull my trigger
Im bigger than
Im bigger than you
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Pull them down, hold me up
Tell them that Im your gun
Pull my trigger, Im bigger than
Im bigger than, Im bigger than
song performed by by Hole
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Small Victories!
small minds, small dreams,
small prayers, small God.
small thoughts, small answers,
to questions not small!
playing the race game,
the salvation game,
the mine and yours game,
the right and wrong game.
like cattle herded
unknowingly to slaughter.
every body a ticket,
to pay the fare.
bigger picture, bigger concepts,
bigger than i and me!
bigger risk, bigger world,
bigger choices, small victories.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bigger Than America
Theres a bookstore in town where no-one reads
And those who remember will disappear
I hate to see them getting old
But theyre better dead than read
Ive just discovered something new
America called and put cables on us
Now its crazy like disneyland
The return of the soft machine
The return of the soft machine
Take a look whats going on
The entertainment has begun
Driving in a golden car
Bigger than america
Everybody can be a fool
You cant see it but you know its coming
The cars are flying and the people dying
Now were back on the wild side again
Africa screams hot, hard and mean
In europe the crimes are in the streets
So dont cry baby killer, daddys gone a-hunting
And you know hell be back again
The return of the soft machine
And you know hell be back again
Tell the truth and damn the lies
Crushed by the fortunes famous eyes
Driving in a golden car
Bigger than america
Loadin up an havin fun
The magic circle is the magic gun
Shooting for a golden star
Bigger than america
(repeat 6 times)
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
As anthony said to cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :
Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And Ill send you mine
song performed by by Smiths
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Truth Are Lies.. Lies Are Truth..
speak your truth from your quivering lips
but also your lies comes through them..
your half lies are also your half truths
yet your half truths are also your half lies
what shall you talk about them if your thruth are your lies
and your lieas are your truths
then this world would be filled of noise
being lies and being the truth
until all of us will be lost
what to believe and follow
will it be the half lies
or the half truths?
which one is to choice
the truth is yours but also are the lies..
so let us all live with he truths and the lies
within our hearts within our minds
till we are lost in a maze of half lies and half truths
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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