With Blood Dripping From One's Lips
Without integrity,
Can anyone be believed?
After years of displaying deceit,
And greed...
Can anyone without an honest bone,
Expect to be shown...
A respect given,
To them unknown?
With blood dripping from one's lips,
Displaying fangs and foam with it.
Be anyone you would select to babysit?
Or close your eyes to listen,
As they read scriptures from a pulpit.
Would you consciously elect,
Someone like this to lead...
After experiencing the affects,
Of a deep hypnosis!
And realizing a healing done,
When bandages removed from around your neck...
Reveal puncturing and everlasting marks.
Left by the sucking,
Of a demon who masters special effects.
As your mind tries its best,
To remember why a voice now heard...
Makes you feel upset and gets on your nerves.
'And I promise you...
With this recent action I've taken,
Victory will be ours.
And prosperity will be restored.
We must stay the course!
To turn our backs on terrorists...
Would be a defeat to our greatnest.
And this...is...immoral.
That would crush our standards.
And the values of our way of life,
We must with our lives keep forever...
A stimulation packaged to treasure! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indebted to Vacant Pretensions
Untied from the madness of greed...
It becomes easier to breathe!
Doesn't it?
And those you believed were close to you...
Seem to leave one by one.
As if a planting of an extermination,
To rid you of blood sucking fleas has been done.
With no car or money to borrow...
What is your worth?
And remember when you thought of them,
As close as family?
A close knit of friends?
Observation is the key that will keep you peaceful.
As truth introduces the depth of once treasured friendships.
Remember...
Turning your back on materialism,
Is committing treason.
To those who sleep with capitalistic visions.
When it is percieved you have absolutely nothing left to leech...
Don't become upset!
By their rejection of your concepts.
One day you will see them in much regret!
When the 'nothingness' you now possess...
Have becomes treasures in their eyes.
This may come as a surprise.
But it shouldn't!
As repossessions of 'things' they obsess...
Are put into effect.
To leave them in a nakedness they did not expect.
Coming to bleed them of their consciousness and a way of life.
And indebted to vacant pretensions with bad credit!
They all seem to now have in common.
But reluctant to express their points of view.
About you or anyone one else these days.
For some reason their priorities have drastically changed.
Isn't it stranged how they have come to victimize themselves?
And you now own outright...
Without liens attached!
An abundant peace of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitter Is The Taste Left On Tongues
Had he not destroyed the lives,
Of millions of people...
With deceit and lies.
And arrogant displays of ignorance.
Something he now says...
May have made some empathetic sense.
He was the first to say there was no recession.
Now he wishes to make claims,
That was inherited.
He lead conservative ideals,
To ruin and deplete a robust economy.
And not a word did he listen to others.
Preferring to succeed...
From a position of egotistic needs.
A forgiving people hear and see this.
With grateful wishes,
He and his corrupted followers...
Can not leave soon enough.
To begin a healing...
That will take decades for those who suffer,
To feel and believe!
With few expressing an energy left,
With a smile to lift!
Isolated greed and wholesome stupidity...
Will leave a bitter taste on tongues for years.
As those most affected by the depth of crimes condoned...
Will realize their quality of life once the pride on Earth,
Had been miraculously erased...
By a leadership with no remorse at all,
To ever be shown or known!
Demons in motion...
Are not attached to these emotions.
And bitter is the taste left on tongues...
For what to them has been consciously done!
Tricked by the wicked.
And made sick...
Are they to their stomachs.
To know this feeling is made real.
As it exists,
For them to feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These are Values and Standards Kept Within
Deliberate and scheduled maintenance,
Prevents foundations from becoming weak.
Boosts and bolsters securities monitored
And reflects a respect given.
Twenty four hours,
Each and every day each week.
A pride is shown!
With a discipline that seems to be attached,
To unquestioned competence.
A strength beams to gleam in a constant glow.
And support of it is given, bestowed and not hidden.
As if understood and unmistakably comprehended.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Does It Feel?
How does it feel,
To have your realities debated?
To have your essence of your way of life...
On the precipice,
Of being stripped away from you overnight!
This nailbiter has to have you uptight!
To come to grips to realize,
Those picked for leadership...
Have gambled away your well-being,
And thoughtlessly your benefits.
How does it feel,
To have your standards and values erased?
While you sit with nothing to eat...
As you pride yourself with exquisite etiquette!
Knowing you are moments from being evicted.
How does it feel,
To be completely duped?
Tricked by slicksters from resources you treasure.
And told what you thought had belonged to you...
Now requires your blood and heartbeat too!
How does it feel,
To be cast aside like trash?
How does it feel to be called out of your name...
By those who show no empathy!
And you have exhausted,
The need to feed you further deceit.
How does it feel...
To have others deplete you of your dignity?
Believe me!
There are those of color with a history,
That have already experienced...
Those acts of greed,
You assisted in implementing.
Now it's your turn to bleed.
How does it feel?
Surreal?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Me
Find myself all alone
In darkness without you
Now I cant turn away
From what I must do
You know Id give my life for you
More than words can say
Ive shown you how to love someone
I know youll find a way
Say goodbye, close your eyes
Remember me
Walk away, the sun remains
Remember me
Ill live on somewhere in your heart
You must believe
Remember me
No way I can change my mind
I dont have the answers
If you could see through my eyes
Youd let go of your fears
And though I have to leave you now
With the thought of each other
Ill miss your touch
You call my name
I am with you forever
With the change, we cant explain
Remember me
You know Id give my life for you
More than words can say
I showed you how to love someone
I know youll find a way
Be there to watch over you
Remember me
Feel Im gone
My heart lives on
Remember me
Dont you think of this as the end
Ill come into your dreams
Remember me
Close your eyes
Say goodbye
Remember me
Say you will
Close your eyes
Remember me
Say you will
Say goodbye
Remember me
song performed by by Journey
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Has to Be 'Something' Left to Salvage
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something with a footstep placed,
And taken towards integrity.
Something with a fingerprint on it...
That says with uncertain proof,
He even knows what that means.
Something besides lies and deceit done.
And a legacy that will state...
He saved the land from terrorists that would come.
Or came and claimed to have stunned.
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something with a footstep placed,
And taken towards integrity!
He and his followers would like to see,
Him vindicated...
For making decisions that will lift his name up...
And away from the gutter from a greed satiated.
There has got to be something,
Other than corruption and smut!
Smothered and dipped in utter ignorance.
And an ending of a greatness one country 'had'..
He and incompetence has left in rags!
Since he and what he has created...
Leaves a democracy in devastation.
And one sad man who secretly grieves.
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something other than a directed bitterness...
Shown with an openness.
And criticizes a failed leadership.
That would be difficult to disguise,
For those who witnessed it...
And despise.
To leave it and him unscathed.
What in the days and years ahead can be said?
Many are left sickened.
More are left dead!
And those who are wounded...
Will never know a peace to come,
In their heads!
And he will leave behind much to grieve.
Whether he belives what he did was 'just' or not!
He was not of the justice frame of mind kind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treasured
A treasure that was given,
Was dismissed before declared.
The value of it was unknown...
So its purpose was not shared.
It sat amongst the midst of the people.
And they ignored its glow.
They ignored the power of it.
And for years its existence,
The people claimed not to know.
One day the treasure was spotted by a stranger.
Someone who had lived and been around.
Someone who knew what to value in life...
And stumbled accidently,
Upon this small town.
Instantly the treasure was recognized.
And the stranger could not believe what was seen.
The treasure was grateful a respect was shown.
And the people were surprised...
What had been announced by the stranger,
Had not been known!
But it was too late!
The treasure was only there,
To have someone appreciate it.
That appreciation was given!
And the stranger and the treasure...
Forever became enriched friends.
And left together feeling blessed,
They had found each other treasured!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Steal The Thunder
Here you come again, lookin' for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin' like you're dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now it's time to pay your dues
Don't you hear a word I say? Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, I'm tellin' you, I'm through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, it's seduction, anything for you
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
I've been watching what you do, and it doesn't take a fool
To see what we've been through, oh, gonna turn the page on you
(Solo)
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, oh, I'm through with you
Read my lips, oh, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
Oh yeah, read my lips, I said, read my lips, read my lips
Just read my lips
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song performed by by Loverboy
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Dieing Is Not An Option
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
We all are born receiving gifts,
To experience our lives as we choose...
And like.
Some refuse to believe they have chosen,
To follow another on a path.
Instead of selecting,
A happiness grabbed for them that will last.
And that is not easy when variety,
Appears to confuse the mind of some.
Especially when discipline and devotion,
Seem to compete with those who have more fun.
But...
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
Desiring with wishes!
Assisted by dreams one wants fulfilled,
Keeps one motivated to achieve and accomplish.
Experiencing the adventure...
Of acquiring skills.
And doing what one likes...
Is a thrill no one consciously,
Wants to see end or kill!
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
'Excuse me,
I know you have decided...
To take your own life.
However...
Do you mind,
Taking it eleswhere?
And away from my sight?
Over there feel free to complain.
And do as much of it as you like!
But doing it around me,
You see...
For that I have no appetite.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is There For Anyone To Say?
When one gives up,
They feel nothing left...
To love.
Or love!
With the throwing a half filled cup,
Away.
That is their way,
Of displaying a self interest.
When one gives up,
They wish to hold others accountable...
For their conscious actions.
With a soliciting of empathy,
They wish to see attached to that.
That is their way,
Of displaying a self interest.
And if one feels...
Nothing else is real,
For dues they have yet to pay...
The desire a stopping others in their tracks.
With a paying of an attention,
Given to them right back.
That is their way,
Of displaying a self interest.
And when one feels,
Nothing that they do...
Is going to pay?
What is there left for anyone to say?
But,
'Have a good day.'
And be on their way!
With a showing of their own interests.
In a self centeredness,
That expresses no time to give...
For the ones in an acceptance done,
Of their own foolishness to give as if a gift.
When one feels,
Nothing that they do...
Is going to pay?
With a love for nothing...
To give.
But negativity and dismay.
What is there left for anyone to say?
But,
'Have a good day.'
And be on their way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While Displaying An Impatience Shown
There is no such thing,
As someone misplacing to forget to use...
An obtained and claimed integrity.
Or a polishing up of a trust,
Allowed to dust, rust and go bellyup in bankruptcy.
To then seek a repeating of a forgiveness,
From one who has grown too numb to give it.
Knowing the act of it means nothing to another,
Awaiting to expect to hear it given, again!
While displaying an impatience shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood of an Innoccent Little Vampire, Maria
Blood of an Innoccent Little Vampire, Maria
By, Demon
Maria,
Maria come to me,
Mom will sing a song to you that she once knew,
Far,
Far that angel did cross and he gave me my dear Maria,
Oh my Maria that I love so,
My little angel,
My angel of white and black,
My dear angel that I named my Maria,
My little angel covered in blood,
Oh my Maria what have you done,
Blood covering your whole body,
So many dead bodies on the floor,
So much blood every where on you and me,
The bite marks on our bodies,
Where did they come from my dear Maria,
The blood dripping from our mouths,
Oh my Maria what have we done,
The blood tastes so good to us,
The angel that gave me my Maria,
Wasn’t an angel he was a vampire,
A white haired demon with blood red eyes,
Our fangs paired with our angelic vampire.
poem by Demon Elwin
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The Poor Ghost
'Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?'
'From the other world I come back to you,
My locks are uncurled with dripping drenching dew.
You know the old, whilst I know the new:
But to-morrow you shall know this too.'
'Oh not to-morrow into the dark, I pray;
Oh not to-morrow, too soon to go away:
Here I feel warm and well-content and gay:
Give me another year, another day.'
'Am I so changed in a day and a night
That mine own only love shrinks from me with fright,
Is fain to turn away to left or right
And cover up his eyes from the sight?'
'Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,
I loved you for life, but life has an end;
Through sickness I was ready to tend:
But death mars all, which we cannot mend.
'Indeed I loved you; I love you yet,
If you will stay where your bed is set,
Where I have planted a violet,
Which the wind waves, which the dew makes wet.'
'Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt I will leave you alone
And not wake you rattling bone with bone.
'I go home alone to my bed,
Dug deep at the foot and deep at the head,
Roofed in with a load of lead,
Warm enough for the forgotten dead.
'But why did your tears soak through the clay,
And why did your sobs wake me where I lay?
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the Judgment Day.'
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Ringfinger
Well youve got me working so heard lately.
Working my hands until they bleed.
If I was twice the man I could be.
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
Anything you ask you know Ill do.
But this one act of consecration is what I ask of you
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
You just left me nailed here.
Hanging like jesus on the cross.
Ill be dying for your sins.
And aiding to the cause.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Wrap my eyes in bandages.
Confessions I see through.
I get everything I want.
When I get part of you.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Devils flesh and bone
Do something for me.
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Those' Images Made
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made.
People love to treasure those images made.
The ones flowered to sugar without a bitter taste.
Those images glammed up to spotlight,
On a public stage.
But behind the scenes indignities can be mean.
Yet...
People love to treasure those images made.
And their minds are affixed to them to defend...
Every blemish that is openly seen.
Since people who love their images made...
Have not been conditioned on reality to feast.
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made,
With an excusing of detrimental flaws and pain shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much That I Remember About You
I remember you
I remember the first time I saw you
Looking up and there you were, an angel on earth
It occurred when I didn’t expect it, wasn’t looking
Seeing you and thinking that you were pretty
Seeing you and wondering why, afterwards, I
Remember you more now
I remember your voice
I remember the first time I heard and it enchanted me
Dulcet tones playing hypnotic music disguised as a woman’s voice
It happened in conversation, in the harmony of all you spoke
Hearing the coy happiness in the words we shared
Hearing the smile in your tone so that I
Remember your voice now
I remember your eyes
I remember the first time I became lost in them
How it was a time when our eyes met in more than just a glance
It happened in a moment, together with you
Seeing in your eyes more than just a casual interest
Seeing in your eyes myself and us which is why I
Remember your eyes now
I remember your skin
I remember the first time I felt the touch of your skin
When your fingertips brushed mine in flirting invitation
It flashed in a moment, skin to skin
Feeling the electricity of your touch, your skin against mine
Feeling the heat passing between us as I
Remember the feel of your skin now
I remember how you made me feel
I remember the first time I admitted to myself
What I felt for you was more than just friendship
It came in a moment, talking with you
Realizing that every thought of you made me smile
Realizing that each smile made me
Remember even more how you made me feel
I remember why I fell for you
I remember this all the time now
The memory comes in thoughts, your voice, your eyes
It happens in every moment these days, loving you
Knowing that what happened between us is a good beginning
Knowing that we could be much more always helps me
Remember constantly why I fell in love with you
poem by David Terry
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Read My Lips
Words and music: doug johnson, mike reno, neil shilkin
Here you come again, lookin for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin like youre
Dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now its time to pay your dues
Dont you hear a word I say?
Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, Im tellin you, Im through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, its seduction
Anything for you
You dont hear a word I say
So turn your head and look this way
And, read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, youre history
Ive been watching what you do
And it doesnt take a fool
To see what weve been through
Oh, gonna turn the page on you
(guitar solo)
You dont hear a word I say
So turn your head and look this way
And read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my tips, oh, Im through with you
Read my tips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, youre history
Oh yeah, read my lips
I said, read my lips
Read my lips
Just read my lips
song performed by by Loverboy
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Always The 'Who' That Gets One Through
Those who set out to ruin lives,
Consciously.
To then awaken with guilt and expectations,
Consciously.
That an awaiting for a forgiveness given to exonerate them,
Is not on the minds of the ones...
Who have spent time on the other end,
Healing and mending from wounds consciously inflicted...
By those who assume a skipping away from their deeds done,
Is the same wish by someone who has forgiven to forget.
Especially when the suffering with pain is involved.
People may be seen to be completely 'restored' from sorrows.
If recovery actually is done to come.
However...
It was their faith and determination alone,
With a gritting of teeth that got them off their knees.
To remember every detail vividly,
As to how, when, where, why and who...
Put them there in the first place.
And it is ALWAYS...
Always the 'who' that gets one through a process,
Never to be forgotten.
'It's so good to see you healthy and fit.
I am glad you have forgiven me.
You have...haven't you?
Say something.
Why are you smiling? '
~No particular reason.
Just thinking of how I would have handled this,
Years ago.~
'Handled what? '
~My thoughts.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With You
Yeah
There's something in your ways that makes me wanna stay here for a thousand years so just cry your fears, yea i need you everyday inside you i just want to wipe away your fears so just cry your tears
Yeah
I wish I was in you
If I stay well then your tears will set you free if I stay right here and forever with you everything i feel for you is everything i want to stay with you if I stay right here and forever with you
My eyes!
My eyes!
This is tearing me apart I wish I could be in your soft arms feel you again anytime I feel like Im to far then I will try to remember all ours and your memories I know
I wish I was in you
If I stay well then your tears will set you free if I stay right here then forever with you everything I feel for you is everything I want to stay with you if I stay right here than forever with you
My eyes! My eyes!
My eyes! My eyes!
song performed by by Ill NiO
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