Wishing This To Achieve
To never have known it,
As an inspiring experience...
Equivalent to acquiring one's dignity.
One would think when substance is mentioned,
Someone is referring to those who find the time,
To abuse it and themselves as a means to escape...
From the pressures of having accountability.
And today very few would admit to wishing this to achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Are Just Lucky
What, if anything, in a tomorrow wished,
Is guaranteed?
If the ability to experience the 'now' today,
Is an activity done that can be achieved.
Besides procrastination?
And many daily do that AND succeed.
Too often it is heard by some,
What they can not do...
Because there is no time to find.
Or funds to wine and dine themselves!
As if in a 'tomorrow'...
A lottery win will come to change their minds.
However,
Explain this to me...
What, if anything, in a tomorrow wished,
Is guaranteed?
If the ability to experience the 'now' today,
Is an activity done that can be achieved.
Besides procrastination?
And many daily do that AND succeed.
And why do those who seem to be in sacrificial mode,
Are always considered the ones who are lucky...
When working hard all their lives,
Creating their own opportunities.
'I never see those folks out socializing anywhere.
And they always look tired and haggard! '
~I wonder why? ~
'Maybe they stay home laying on the couch.
Watching too much TV? '
~That's what I do.
I don't look like that.
In fact, the doctor told me I was getting fat.
And I know I keep active.~
'Yeah,
Some people are just lucky.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accountabilty My Greatest Priority
Something to fight is corruption
Something to embrace is accountability
Nothing better than perfection
Everything to get in this race as our priority
Accountability my greatest priority
With dignity as the only identity
As corruption never makes glow
Growing is what makes glow
With proofs to show
Development then becomes
The next room-mate
As success shall surely be our fate
Accountability gives us good fate
Integrity just our faith
With this accountability light of mine
We will certainly shine
poem by Ehimika Ehimigbai
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Driven By Delusion
Driven by delusion?
Where did you get that conclusion?
We heard that and chose it to ignore.
Since we know how we arrived.
And persistence did it.
Most times with the pedal pushed to the floor.
With a confidence to approach,
And knock on many doors.
Driven by delusion?
Delusion might have taken the credit.
But we did not sit in stifled reminiscing!
With champagne sipping on caviar dreams!
Are you kidding?
Not one of us tried to find that time.
If you knew how precious to us time means?
Driven by delusion?
We do admit there had been some wishes.
But all of us are aware of this...
A good work ethic could not be dismissed.
And delusion came along for the ride.
Delusion had nothing to do with our drive!
Not a thing to do with this...
Not one bit!
And,
Let me say this...
'IF' you believe any of this was driven by delusion,
You obviously have been fantasized by 'bling'
And not by substance.
Since substance requires one to take control,
With an experience to be behind the wheel!
And none of us has acquired a taste for substitutes.
To waste and use as an excuse.
Choosing to lead.
And not be the ones who followed.
'And,
Just 'who' are the 'we' you refer to? '
Oh...
Apologies!
I always refer to myself in third person!
Especially if the task 'appears' to be more than I can handle!
With 'that' on my mind.
And so far...
I've underestimated myself too often.
But 'never' my abilities!
You have no idea,
How they seem to have a mind of their own!
'I'm learning not to take anything for granted!
Not a single thing.'
Why are you backing away from me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honesty, integrity, and accountability, the values, which should be the hallmark of this government, have instead been thrown under the bus by an arrogant majority, casualties in a misguided campaign to shield from accountability those who abuse this House.
quote by Louise Slaughter
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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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I Cant Escape
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the one world album. it has also been released on the country roads collection album.
Funny thing about this little heart of mine
All the ways that it can say
(I love you)
Longer than forever
Till the end of time
No matter baby come what may
(I love you)
Look at me now sittin all by myself
Face another sleepless night all alone
All I look forward to is lying here living this song
I cant escape thinking every day about you
Cant escape wishing dear you were still mine
Cant escape thinking maybe I still love you
Cant escape caring for you all of the time
Listen to the music on the radio
Top forty hits of yesterday
(I love you)
Leavin on a jet plane
Blowin in the wind
The silly games that people play
(I love you)
Each of them carries your memory still
I can still see that look in your eyes
The one that preceded your kisses and followed your sighs
I cant escape thinking every day about you
Cant escape wishing dear you were still mine
Cant escape thinking maybe I still love you
Cant escape caring for you all of the time
Every rain in the morning reminds me of you
Every night when its cold outside
Every time that I ache inside
(I love you)
(I love you)
Sometimes I wish it was ten years ago
We were starting all over again
Yet the way that I feel is much more than just remembering when
I cant escape thinking every day about you
Cant escape wishing dear you were still mine
Cant escape thinking maybe I still love you
Cant escape caring for you all of the time
All of the time
All of the time
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Perhaps the single most important element in mastering the techniques and tactics of racing is experience. But once you have the fundamentals, acquiring the experience is a matter of time.
quote by Greg LeMond
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Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.
quote by Anita Brookner
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O The Pressures Of School
O the pressures of school
It is so heavy I feel like a mule
Slave everyday
I do not want to stay
O the pressures of school
The teachers know everything
And we know nothing
Choosing is not a choice
We are taught to be successful from people who are not
Just wish to be and wish us to be
But they know most of us will fail
Because we will bail
And live in jail
So we can tell our tale
Of how badly we wanted to prevail
But the pressures of school were too great
I don’t think they remember what its like to be in high school
Don’t they remember the pressures from their teachers to be better?
From there students to do drugs and smoke?
To choose to do shit that makes pressures go away but bring some different pressures?
At least we have a choice to do that shit
I think that’s where kids get caught
Choice, freedom, rebel…
Sweet sounds for a teenager worth the price
We hold the dice when it comes to these decisions
Finally we can control something
We are our own bosses
Yes we may loose
But lucky seven
Will take us to heaven
It is not easy finishing school
We are also just starting our complicated lives
Yes we need some guidance
But we don’t need to be on a choke hold
We don’t want to do what we’re told
We have pressures from society
From our family
From the academy
Hell we even have pressures from the TV!
Yet they still don’t see the large burden they put on our shoulders
They think, ‘what can some more pressure do?
Besides this pressure is good for you.’
All I want to do is write poetry
It is my drug
So I don’t have the pressures of taking drugs
It is my addiction
So I don’t need any smokes
It is in my family
So I don’t need pressures from my family
It is even my TV
So I don’t need a TV
So I can tell myself how I am supposed to look and how I am supposed to live my life
It is all I want from school
I know my English and I know how I feel
So I don’t need the pressures of school
All you need to be a poet
Is to turn your feelings into words
You don’t have to be successful
As long as it feeds you’re own pressures rather than the pressures of society
Yet O the pressures of school are so great
I cannot escape
Until their pressures are obliterate
poem by Fidelis Patronus
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing
(holly / montgomery)
Wishing, dreaming, wishing.
Wishing that I could see you every day.
Wishing that I could steal your heart away.
Dreaming of the time I could hold you tight.
Wishing that the time would come tonight.
Ive been hoping all along
Things would turn out right.
If I could find a wishing star,
Then I would spend the night.
Wishing that I could see you every day.
Wishing that I could steal your heart away.
Then I could spend the night.
Verse 1
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming
song performed by by Hollies
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The pressures, I don't really like to think about the pressures, I like to solve them, you know what I mean. I could sit here and complain about pressures but nobody wants to hear about pressures.
quote by Rick Danko
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Façade
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
But today a substance is more in demand.
A quality that expresses a genuine-ness...
Is a preference wished on fading deceiving scenes.
A success that impresses is slowly detected.
Folks today are seeking basic ways to live.
Finding themselves to be happier...
In participating in donating their deeds.
When that is done they quietly leave,
Without a need to make pronouncements.
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want Too Much to Love!
I want too much to love!
Too much I want,
Peace and happiness shared.
Someone to care,
With a devoted loyalty.
Too much I want,
Someone who is there.
Like I would be.
I want too much to love!
Too much I want,
Someone to communicate,
And comprehend with it mentioned.
Too much I want,
Someone who has time,
Without faking to give and take.
I want too much to love!
Too much I want,
Someone who desires a life of peace.
And not a life together spent...
In unconditional heartache to make.
Like those in relationships,
Wishing them to end.
So they then eventually will seperate.
To find what true love for them means again!
I want too much to love.
To grow as it is meant.
And not break to fall at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selah
Nothing can be done against the truth
No matter how we remain in denial
Wasting time, replacing time with each and every excuse
But that will only work a little while
Coping with despair
Knowing you're not there
Ashamed to just admit I've been a fool
So I blame it on the sun
Run away from everyone
Hoping to escape this ridicule
Trapped in misery
Wrapped so miserably
And his deception I wear it like a skin
Dying to maintain
While I keep trying to explain
A heart that never loved me to begin with
Oh I'm such a mess
I have no choice but to confess
That I have been desperately trying to belong
Lying to myself and everybody else
Refusing to admit my right was wrong
And then he came, Selah
And it means praise and meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means did you think about that
And then he came, Selah
And it means praise and meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means that you see
How beautiful his fruits still in denial of its roots
My guilty heart behaves so foolishly
This treason from within that reasons with my sin
Won't be happy till it sees the death of me
Selfishly addicted to a life that I depicted
Conflicted cuz its not reality
All that's left of me
Oh I beg you desperately
Cause me to agree for what I know is best for me
Please save me from myself
I need to save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can hear you
The choices that I make have been nothing but mistakes
What a waste of useless space
Should I die before I wake
And all of my religion
I've fortified this prison
Obligated to obey, that the man's bad decision
Please save me from myself
I need you to save me from myself
Please save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can hear you
And then he came, Selah
And it means praise and meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means did you think about that
And he came, Selah
And it means meditation
And then he came, Selah
And it means that it's you
And then it came
And then he came and he came and he came
And then he
And then he came
song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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HEY? Are You Conscious?
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
And you sit there with a list of accusations?
Hoping someone will erase your frustrations?
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
'HEY?
Are you conscious? '
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On a B4 Real Express
Apologizing those 'mistakes' made,
To erase an accountability...
Compromised and gone unrecognized,
Is often your excuse.
I'm not here to experience,
That kind of repeated abuse.
You believe I should be accustomed to?
Because you see a mirage of a fool before you?
Only one of us is on that bus!
And guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And you've betrayed that trust.
Guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And only one of us is on that bus!
I am on a different track.
Waiting for a train...
To go in another direction.
On a B4 Real Express.
And I aint looking back!
Only one of us is on that bus!
And guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And you've betrayed that trust.
Guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And only one of us is on that bus!
Apologizing those 'mistakes' made,
To erase an accountability...
Compromised and gone unrecognized,
Is often your excuse.
I'm not here to experience,
That kind of repeated abuse.
You believe I should be accustomed to?
Because you see a mirage of a fool before you?
Guess what?
There is no more 'us', boo!
A fool is a fool.
And only one of us is on that bus!
I am on a different track.
Waiting for a train...
To go in another direction.
On a B4 Real Express.
And I aint looking back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Place With No Problems
Life is so hard right now
I can't help
Crying
Wishing this was over
Wishing for an
Escape
These last few days
Have been
Tough
Somewhere else is
Where I want to
Be
I want to escape reality
Where there is no
Hurt
Someplace that's not so
Crazy or hectic or
Sad
A place where problems
Do not follow
You
poem by Autumn Winds
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The Need You Have To Charade
Ever since I've known you,
You've done your best not to admit...
Insecurities you have.
And those habits that exist.
Done as if...
I am not aware.
Or conscious when you declare...
You have other things on your mind.
And when you find the time,
You will work on those things
Needing your attention to mend.
And this you admit!
Since this and other things are accepted,
By your friends...
Why do I seem the only one,
Offended by them?
Maybe there is a reality...
I suspect you have!
But have not seen begin.
Perhaps I am the only one,
Who tires from hearing your creative excuses.
Freshly made to hide behind your masquerades.
And they have long been outdated.
Just like the fake loyalty of your so called friends.
Although I do understand the need you have to charade.
It is your addiction to self abuse,
I do not find amusing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When One Is Young
When one is young,
Growing seems so slow...
The days go on forever.
And the nights are there to never,
Appear to go.
When one is young,
It seems no one will listen...
The adults seem to dismiss,
Whatever the young wants to know.
When,
One is young...
They think that they can get,
Anything that they wish.
No matter who delivers..
They want it quick.
And when one is young...
Life is not so precious.
And patience is not there...
When one is young.
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
Without direction there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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