Worthy Of Character Assassination
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
With time to waste.
And seeking someone to help them fake,
Life!
And the living of it irresponsibly!
They seem to be the ones who spent their lives,
Gliding on complaints!
And flying high on innuendo.
Hoping to age faintly.
Without applying chemical restraints.
Ego swelled urban dwellers...
Live with an emptiness on their minds all the time.
And seeking an easy way...
To get their dreams fulfilled.
With very few taking their time...
To positively supply their minds.
Yet...
Finding those who choose to do,
Worthy of character assassination!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Think You Dropped Something
Is it possible to get even more,
Flagrantly fragmented?
Is it?
Is it not clear enough or obvious,
An inconsistency is so prevalent...
Those once hooked and addicted to drugs,
Are now getting their minds much higher...
On what is going on around them,
They are no longer seeking for escapes...
To mentally drift away.
Not today!
They can experience total disbelief,
Without the aid of mental stimulants...
Just by walking along any street,
Urban or suburban...
To see people who are further out of their minds,
Than any narcotic they have 'ever' tripped on.
'Excuse me,
But I think you dropped something.
It looks like a bag of weed.'
~Trust me.
I didn't accidently dropp it.
If you want it,
There it is.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Man
Album : Silencer (2001)
You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around almost every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can't be me
I'm convinced you're twice the man we are
And you cannot clear your mind
Cos in our eyes we're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So whats your method, whats your scheme?
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear my mind
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
song performed by by Zed
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Ewww...
That's awful! '
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!
Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...'
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
'Don't say it!
Not with...'
Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.
'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Time It Is
An awakening done by anyone discovering,
The day, month and year to them that comes...
Are all connected together to help understand,
What time it is.
And the many others living like them...
Are also here to experience it.
But without the seeking for definitions.
As a tick tocking heard that begins to knock begins.
When that 'concept' of life starts to dawn,
On someone's mind...
It brings a clarity and comprehension,
As to why there are people living their lives...
Without excuses to make or faults to find.
And something happens to trigger their appreciation,
For those who have found out 'what-time-it-is'...
As they live not in haste to waste it on anything or anyone petty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Hoping You Have Chosen To Soar
I am not out seeking,
To crush your feathers!
Nor do I wish...
With my own ambitions,
To search the sky...
To see how high you fly!
I am hoping you have chosen to soar.
And if in your flight,
Your eyes are on me...
To see whether or not,
You are ahead...
Or I may overtake your lead.
You are not flying high just to succeed!
You are hoping in your heart,
My ego is not pleased.
I am hoping you have chosen to soar.
Nothing less.
Nothing more.
I have my own sights,
On how high I choose to fly!
There is just too much sky,
To keep you blocked in my vision...
And locked in my eyes!
I am hoping you have chosen to soar.
Nothing less.
Nothing more.
Your success is yours to explore!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dribbling Balls Being Playfully Tossed
For decades they've kept the same charade.
To stand on urban corners...
Idled to brag,
About children abandoned they fathered.
Some even spent jail time sharing cells with sons.
Not having a clue what this has done.
And everyone of them meet and greet everyday.
Wasting time and their lives away.
They wish to unify this ignorance.
With games of sports played...
As their babies mamas,
Look on from behind fences.
With beliefs this connects,
To benefit a long lasting wisdom in retrospect.
Yet a maturity from their minds,
Has been dissected!
And a respect for progress,
Is left rejected.
For decades they've kept the same charade.
To stand on urban corners...
Idled to brag,
About children abandoned they fathered.
And a society that has condoned this,
Does not seem to bother to comprehend...
The feeding of these cycles,
Weaken and demean.
Once this investment has been deposited...
The return is mediocrity.
And mediocrity neither glitters brightly.
Nor does it sparkle with a sheen.
Especially when motivation...
Has been demoted and freed of expectations!
Cheered on by those mesmerized...
By the sweat inducing effects,
Of dribbling balls being playfully tossed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Is Not Our Cage (Gabry Ponte Power Cut)
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Children of eternity
Always searching for a faster race
Defeating what time wants to be
There's no king
In this place
Like a star that belongs to the sky
And the times are our names in your mind
Our souls are the wings as we fly
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Just like an old song that's playing a tune
That revives what seems lost in the past
With dignity fighting for whom
In a way
Wants to last
Like a friendship of 10 years ago
That is frozen inside of a picture
That tomorrow can cancel and go
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
Free as a soul is
Far beyond all the boundries of time
Its you mark that lives on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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Dance The Night Away
People get the wrong impression
I wonder if they change their minds
It's an understated sign
Tell me how you see me again
Now we're swinging to the time
It's a meeting of the minds
It's all unbelievable
Look to play it how we say it
If you're meaning to delay it
Hang on
Cos we're moving all around
Chorus
It's up when the party's over
And we want to free our minds
Now I'm telling you there's no hurry
Cos we're choosing to groove
It's so cool to dance the night way
I choose to live a good life
Have a good time and enjoy the ride
Turn it up, break it down, move on
High times took a good turn
Spinning it around cos you gotta learn
To rectify, justify this song
Now we're swinging to the time
It's a meeting of the minds
It's all unbelievable
Look to play it how we say it
If you're meaning to delay it
Hang on
Cos we're moving all around
Chorus x3
song performed by by Will Young
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Dance The Night Away
People get the wrong impression
I wonder if they change their minds
It's an understated sign
Tell me how you see me again
Now we're swinging to the time
It's a meeting of the minds
It's all unbelievable
Look to play it how we say it
If you're meaning to delay it
Hang on
Cos we're moving all around
Chorus
It's up when the party's over
And we want to free our minds
Now I'm telling you there's no hurry
Cos we're choosing to groove
It's so cool to dance the night way
I choose to live a good life
Have a good time and enjoy the ride
Turn it up, break it down, move on
High times took a good turn
Spinning it around cos you gotta learn
To rectify, justify this song
Now we're swinging to the time
It's a meeting of the minds
It's all unbelievable
Look to play it how we say it
If you're meaning to delay it
Hang on
Cos we're moving all around
Chorus x3
song performed by by Will Young
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A Saint I Ain't
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
There is too much to explore.
Too much to experience,
Than to choose it to be ignored.
I want to adventure my life!
And that freedom nature offers.
And I can well afford.
Why should I deny myself...
To please those with their noses in the air?
With their stiff necks.
And their tight high lifted derrières!
People like that...
Can remove their behinds of my track.
The path on which I place my steps...
May shock others to hold their breath.
In fact...
Many like that,
Are busy body pests!
You know the kind...
Those who find time,
To wine and dine their displeasures.
As they pour someone's tea!
And I don't mind at all...
Serving up a full pot of my own for starters.
I want it known...
I can be quite cordial.
Even in the midst,
Of my own possible degradation.
I like to sit...
And listen to this mix of gossip.
The 'seriousness' of it...
Is worth a hasty limited visit.
I choose to do the unexpected.
With God's blessings,
Of course.
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
Or profess to know,
What my 'Creator' wishes.
Like some hypocrites...
Quick to quip from scriptures.
I keep my eye on folks like that!
They can become defensive...
When questioned about their lack of facts.
Nor do I choose to walk on water.
Today...
I probably could.
Much of it is too polluted anyway.
Like some people with minds...
With nothing else to do,
But define how others should be living their lives.
Like 'themselves'...
Who have been certified self righteous.
And gossip as they sit in church pews.
Discussing where the pastor's wife,
Purchased her brand new shoes.
A saint I ain't.
Especially after observing...
Those who make claims,
They are the elite of 'christianity'.
And you can find them anywhere.
Once they have been seen...
Like roosters with hens pecking,
On any scene they pronounce as qualified...
For their self indulgence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Moving Forward
Returning attention given to those seeking it,
By telling you what you are not...
And what you could do to improve your status,
For their approval and acceptance...
Should give you a clue as to what it is they do.
And have done with the time to them given.
However...
IF you return back to them nothing to work with,
By giving them closed lips and forward movement...
Something done in the doing of that,
Will be more than enough than they have done...
Most of their lives they themselves have validated.
You need not to say or do a thing to bring yourself,
Down to a level to appease people like this.
Since it should be obvious to you as this is viewed,
They have yet to find themselves...
To stop a wasting of their time to find others,
Willing to waste their minds and time collectively.
With no improvement or a wish to seek progress.
The only thing done one can do for people like this,
Is to keep moving forward.
With a leaving behind with them a hint as to your abilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Federal City
OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!
They are seeking a site for a city, whose eyes shall be always blind,
Whose love for their ease grows greater, and whose care for their country less—
They are seeking a site for a city—a City of Selfishness.
In ignorance, deafness, blindness, in the cities by the sea,
With waste of time and of money, and with local jealousy;
With Anti-Federal envy, and personal paltriness,
They are seeking a site for a city—while Australia moans in distress.
By the coast with the people crowding, where Australia’s danger lies,
By the hills and the clear, cool rivers, and under the softer skies,
Where the fat shall not melt, and the ranter grow cool in the fresh’ning breeze,
And the dwellers drivel in comfort and the boodlers swindle at ease.
They are seeking a site for a city in the beauty spots of the land,
While I see so plainly, my children, where the Federal towers should stand!
Where the heart of Australia beats strongest and highest in desert air.
Make a site for a Federal City, and build you your capital there!
Where the crowd should be drawn from the coast line to the great bush that cradled the race,
Where the bush might be armed and directed should the seaboard be lost for a space;
Where the waste should be watered and gardened, in the drought-land of Never Despair,
There build you your Federal City, and make you a paradise there.
It shall be a world-wide object-lesson; it shall stand while a bushman is true,
And I tell you the bushmen will build it to show what a nation can do;
And there shall Australia sit queenly, and there shall her children be schooled,
For, I say, from the heart of Australia shall the whole of Australia be ruled.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Your Wild Flower Of Mountain
Once upon a time was a wild flower,
Living in the mountains nearest sky and stars,
Other side of world was a young man living,
Seeking for the happiness of his life.
He was searching a wild flower,
A masterpiece of nature that fearless grew up,
A unique flower that lives lonely,
In a cold fresh breeze of mountain wind.
Seeking and seeking, finally you found her,
After a hard climbing on the rocks,
She was up on the peak of mountain,
In a wild rocky place.
You were astonished by her beauty,
You couldn't stop to stare at her,
She showed to you like an actress,
After curtains get opened on the stage.
She looked so strong to you, so pretty,
But also so charming and so delicate,
She knew you'll come and care for her,
All her life she was waiting for you.
Was enough only her petals to touch,
And she blossomed like a glowing smile,
Your face became so thrill and happy,
She was everything you ever wanted.
But hurry up, time is running,
Unfortunatelly never stops,
You have such precious moments with your wild flower to spend,
You waited for her so long and life never waits.
You took your gracious wild flower,
And nurtured her with love and faith,
Even you knew will last only a moment,
You gave her moments that she'll never forget.
But day to say good bye has come,
Sitting in your arms she closed her eyes and passed away,
Your face was last thing she wanted to see,
Before she got the last breath passing to eternity.
Don't waste your time, be with your loved one,
She is so special and so worthy in this shortless life,
Give to your wild flower of mountain your great love,
Don't wait for destiny from you to steal it.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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The Prime Time Of Our Lives
It's the prime time of our lives
And I've never seen us more alive
Now that the night has finally arrived
I'm looking for some fun and to survive
Join hands with me
We'll slow down the time
We'll dance the last song
The prime time of our lives is here in this time for us now
When you reach a certain point in your life
You better push it to the extremes
And that's what we're doing
We're celebrating dreams
We're living dreams
We're creating new dreams
In the prime time of our lives
The time is now
In our choices
In what we thought
In what we bought
In what we've got
Thank god for now
It's the prime time of our lives
poem by Justin Gildow
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Don't Slow Your Pace
Whatever your endeavors,
May you seek them with happiness.
I hope this is a labor of love invested...
And not just time spent,
For a resumé to document!
To show others what you've accomplished,
Just for accomplishment sake...
Works to satisfy an ego that passes,
Leaving eventually your heart at stake!
And if you are not doing,
Something 'you' are pursuing...
But instead seeking a fortune to obtain!
You will one day discover,
Time has slipped away.
And the passion for collected treasures...
Has faded!
Just like the time you traded that strays!
Whatever your endeavors,
May you seek them with happiness.
I hope this is a labor of love invested...
And not just time spent,
For a resumé to document!
Don't wait to do those things you want!
Because of fears you will have nothing to flaunt!
In your heart is where your true ambitions are.
Don't waste it to delay the glow...
That makes you your own superstar that shows!
Go for it!
And don't slow your pace in doubt!
Make the best of it!
That is what the life you live is all about!
Living it just to please another...
You can do without!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something More
Augustine just woke up with a broken heart
All this time, he's never been awake before
At 31, his whole world is a question mark
All this time, he's never been awake before
Watching dreams that he once had
Feed the flame inside his head
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Augustine, all his fears keep falling out
All this time, he's never been awake before
Finding out his old dreams aren't panning out
All this time, he's never been awake before
And he's mad to be alive
And he's dying to be met
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Hey, I gave it all away
Nothing I was holding back remains
Hey, I gave it all away
Looking for the grace of God again
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you...
song performed by by Switchfoot
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song: On Borrowed Time
We're all living on borrowed time,
Near the brooding sea and brine.
And we grow our primate's spine,
In every clime.
Since we crawled out from 'neath the grime,
And evolved to a species – prime.
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.
On borrowed time. We feed and dine.
On borrowed time. In swill like swine.
On borrowed time. We sup our wine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
On borrowed time. In slow decline.
On borrowed time. No season shines.
On borrowed time. No reason rhymes.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
We're all living on borrowed time,
Acting out our roles in mime,
As if you cannot tell that I'm confused.
We're all living on borrowed time,
And we're captured hook and line.
Enraptured lives entwine as minds unloose.
On borrowed time, by frantic chime,
Of doomsday clocks and scam sub-prime.
On borrowed time, we count the dime.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
From that day of Eve's droll crime,
When dull Adam su*ked the lime,
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.
On borrowed time. By dread defined.
On borrowed time. Knee-deep in slime.
On borrowed time. We moan and whine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
On borrowed time. To heights sublime.
On borrowed time. Statistics climb.
On borrowed time. Who reads the signs?
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
poem by David SmithWhite
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No Freedom to Breathe-Entrapped Inside An Ego
If money was the answer,
To having that spice of life enriched.
Why do many who have 'everything'.
Decide there's nothing to live for...
Commit suicide?
As if God abides.
And the emptiness that is felt...
From within so many,
They successfully hide.
And the poor are despised!
For having hunger and homelessness,
On their side.
And teased by TV advertisements...
With infested garbage, decadence and lies.
The rich make claims to have all of it!
Success, yachts and homes with many rooms...
With no one in them to visit or sit.
While taking trips out of the minds.
And paying exorbitant fees to 'experts'...
To help them find time to waste.
Since they have developed an acquired,
An expensive taste...
To waste and waste!
Most of them pigs.
And have little attraction for hygiene.
Step inside the world of these creatures...
Few display discipline.
Even fewer will be seen as clean.
Those butts don't get washed.
Too many are seeking to impress...
Attending parties, premieres or drinking,
At exclusive bars.
Getting drugged and delusioned,
By wicked images!
Observe them nervously fidget,
As they make claims to have it ALL.
'Government and tax free? '
If money was the answer,
To having that spice of life enriched.
Why do many who have 'everything'.
Decide there's nothing to live for...
Commit suicide?
As if God abides.
And the emptiness that is felt...
From within so many,
They successfully hide.
And trying to find a reason WHY...
They have contracted to lease or sell their souls.
With no freedom to breathe publicly.
OR...
Happily,
Without being told if it is or not approved.
And many are entrapped inside an ego.
With no freedom to breathe.
Entrapped inside an ego.
With no freedom to breathe.
Entrapped inside an ego.
With no reason to be,
Entrapped inside an ego.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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