That Despicable Self! !
Selfish people
With indulgent lives
Denying others
Even vulgarity shys.
Living on lies
Eating on vile
Mean in sight
Despicable smile.
Using nobility
And virtue metaphors
Are at loss
These bigoted trolls.
Rage overpowers against
Such brainless fanatics
Deal very wisely
And method Socratic.
Slow and steady
Yet very consistent
Some rhythmic drops
Can crack mountains.
For such sporadic vexers
Becomes that regular teaser
Give lessons of lifetime
but not of Brutus to Caesar.
poem by Samima Shah
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Sporadic
He is just a little boy...
Thrown into the limelight craved!
Raised to believe
He came from a diviness to save
Traditions engraved,
Made to enslave!
Sporadic!
He like so many are tragic.
Fooled in schools to use tools to rule,
With an emphasis that disguises values wished
To convey and left static!
He's sporadic.
Using statistics to help lift his social status!
But like others who are like him,
With intentions looking quite grim...
Can find him eating crow
From the lies he chose and told!
Sporadic!
Just like religious fanatics!
Who preach wholesomeness...
Then publicly confess,
They live lives filled with sin and much distress!
Because of identities lost behind sex!
This mess is sporadicly exposed at its best!
Observed in its context!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sporadic Movement
vital signs are slow and steady
so attentive still not ready
as I was just about to say
you are the one that's over
I am sporadic movement
you are sporadic movement
hate is turning into hunger
just the guy to pull me under
I am sporadic movement
you are sporadic
I involve you
the energy dissolves you
a transformation
a chemical in the brain is so loud
decision making
song performed by by Cky from Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild
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The War
It roams far away where there is no one but the trolls,
There is much inconvenience in the land of trolls.
We are tired of the telling of tales by the people against them,
Then our commands are not obeyed and they are not with them.
Who? The Trolls. They are not with the Trolls, who are hard.
They, the Orcs, are not with them, fighting instead who are hard.
The ogres are grotesque compared to the Trolls,
And the orcs are no match in strength to the Trolls
Or the Ogres, for they are in combat with each other -
They, the ogres and trolls and orcs fight each other
Until one of them has defeated and conquered-
Triumphant Trolls.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Brutus: I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me,
For I can raise no money by vile means.
line from The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act IV, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Antony: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
line from The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Teaser
That womans got a smile
Put you in a trance
And just one look at her
Makes you wanna dance
Those rockin rosy lips
Only passify
Just a hint of ruthlessness
Sparkling in her eye
Shes a teaser, and shes got no heart at all
Shes a teaser, and shell tempt you til you fall
Yeah shell tempt you til you fall
Shell talk to you in riddles
That have no sense or rhyme
And if you ask her what she means
She says, she dont got the time
Shes a teaser, and shes got no heart at all
Shes a teaser, and shell tempt you til you fall
Shes a teaser, and shes got no heart at all
Yeah shell tempt you til you fall
Shes a teaser, and shes got no heart at all
Shes a teaser, and shell tempt you til you fall
Shes a teaser, and shes got no heart at all
Shes a teaser, and shell tempt you til you fall
song performed by by Motley Crue
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The depth counts
The cut on Julius Caesar was the unkindest
Not that Brutus made the wound deepest
But that Brutus was his most trusted man.
Sorrow of our parting is the cruelest
Not that our relation is the lengthiest
But that you had become my dearest.
04.08.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Teaser
Getting dressed for the masquerade
To be the main attraction
Might become someone someday
With the right connection
You might find the night so lonely
But you're not the only one
I just wanna go with ecstasy
To the river of love I run
Teaser you set my heart on fire
Teaser put out the flames of my desire
If you let me stay inside
I give satisfaction
In the night we might lose our way
In the tunnel of love I ride
Teaser you set my heart on fire
Teaser put out the flames of my desire
Ohh I guess we all need someone
Teaser you set my heart on fire
Teaser put out the flames of my desire
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Teaser
Getting dressed for the masquerade
To be the main attraction
Might become someone someday
With the right connection
You might find the night so lonely
But you're not the only one
I just wanna go with ecstasy
To the river of love I run
Teaser you set my heart on fire
Teaser put out the flames of my desire
If you let me stay inside
I give satisfaction
In the night we might lose our way
In the tunnel of love I ride
Teaser you set my heart on fire
Teaser put out the flames of my desire
Ohh I guess we all need someone
Teaser you set my heart on fire
Teaser put out the flames of my desire
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Please Please
Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I'm so tired of crying
You'd think I was a siren
But me and everybody's on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brain screaming
Give us something familiar*
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere
Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working
And maybe if you tried it out
You won't like it when you're crying out
Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere
Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I'm so tired of crying
You'd think I was a siren
But me and everybody's on the sad same team and
You can hear our sad brain screaming
Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady, steady, steady
Steady going nowhere
Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working
And maybe if you want to try it out
You won't like it when you're crying out
Give me something familiar
Somethin' similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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The Motor Car
The motor car is sullen, like a thing that should not be;
The motor car is master of Smart Society.
’Twas born of sweated genius and collared by a clown;
’Twas planned by Retribution to ride its riders down.
And straight for Caesar’s Column,
It runs to Caesar’s Column,
Last section, Caesar’s Column
To ride its riders down!
The motor car is shame-struck, for greed and misery,
For mad and hopeless self-lust, and the sins that need not be.
The motor car is vicious, for its conscience makes it so,
It aye would smash the victims while it runs the riders low.
And straight for Caesar’s Column,
Its goal is Caesar’s Column,
It longs for Caesar’s Column
To lay its riders low.
The motor car is maddened like a horse that’s had a fright,
The shameful day behind it and the Coming of the Night!
It flees across the country and it flees back to the town
And straight for Caesar’s Column to run its riders down.
And straight for Caesar’s Column,
What ho! for Caesar’s Column!
Hurrah! for Caesar’s Column!
To seal its riders down.
The motor car is reckless like a gambler losing fast;
The motor car’s in terror of the Future—and the Past;
The motor car is worn out and has passed Sin’s boundary by,
And is bound for Caesar’s Column where to pile its riders high.
It’s bound for Caesar’s Column
And marked for Caesar’s Column,
And doomed for Caesar’s Column
To pile its riders high.
The motor car is brainless, and scornful of all tears,
Its dust is in our faces, its giggle in our ears,
Its harsh laugh is the last laugh of the last lost soul alone,
’Tis nearing Caesar’s Column to set self-damned in stone.
Change here for Caesar’s Column!
All out for Caesar’s Column!
Past Hope—and Caesar’s Column
To lodge self-damned in stone.
I don’t know how ’twill happen, or when ’twill come to pass,
But folk shall yet pass sanely by river, tree and grass;
By homesteads and farm wagons, they’ll ride each pleasant mile,
And back from Caesar’s Column where the world went mad awhile.
And back from Caesar’s Column
With lessons from the Column;
Grown sane at Caesar’s Column
To save the world awhile.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Crack Attack
You stand there, stutter, brains like butter,
You dissed your father, sister, your mother,
Times have tried too hard to your answer to give up instead of live up,
To the stance of a man, understand that Im a right hand,
Five out of five will die, from crack and on my left the birth the same and the same birth (? ),
The kid once did and now his death is echoed around the world for all to hear,
So lets have a merry new year
Yo grace, school em.
Theyre lost now, taken over, crack attack,
Theyre lost now, taken over, crack attack,
Theres a little boy who lives down the way,
I heard hes crazy from crack in his brain,
Hes lost now, hes taken over, crack attack,
Lost now, taken over, crack attack,
Dont do it,cheap high,say no! (echoes).
Though I wonder who is to blame,
All this epidemic is driving me insane, all of it,
I see the kids dying in the streets,
Whoever makes one, theyre going lose his way,
Lost know, taken over, crack attack,
Theyre lost now, taken over, crack attack.
Stuck in the middle, and dont know where to go,
Theyve got so now, theyre living for the blow,
They get it babe, doing it for the thrill,
Its so insane, such danger for a thrill,
Lost now, theyre taken over, crack attack,
Dont do it, cheap high, break the tie.
You can turn it over, you can take control,
You want your mind, your body and soul,
Dont you let crack put you in a hole,
Youve done without and you can do it now.
Said crack attack, crack attack, crack attack,
Dont do it, say no!, give it up,
Lost now, lost now...lost now, taken over crack attack, crack attack,
Taken over, crack attack, crack attack,
Lost now...give it up, give it up, taken over.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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You Have Not Yet Learned How To Live
Look not do I,
For your attention.
And giving is for me,
Something that I naturally do.
I am not seeking anything,
To receive an expectation of respect.
If I get it I get it.
But I do know what's for me is true.
I do know what's for me is best.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
I want to see you happy.
And If I am guilty of that...
That explains your attitude.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And I thank God,
For showing me how I was blessed.
By teaching me WHO and WHAT truly ruled.
With a taking away from me,
What I most loved as a test.
Dear friends and family were taken away.
Until I thought I was also going to lose my breath.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And after learning painful lessons,
That did not take me long to get.
I know that it is in the giving.
And not living with a mind filled with selfishness.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
I want to see you happy.
And If I am guilty of that...
That explains your attitude.
You have not yet learned how to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guillaume Apollinaire
Give known or pin ware.
Fancy teeth, gas strips.
Elbow elect, sour stout pore, pore caesar, pour state at.
Leave eye lessons I. Leave I. Lessons. I. Leave I lessons, I.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Bits of Life
Life is no sanctuary
Of desire and fulfillment
Each day extends
Vagaries of nothingness
And I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
My walks to the beach
Brings images intermixed
The chopping of waves
The hustling of winds
Amid chicken roasting streets
And I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
I often ask,
Is it my life
For which I pursued forth?
Mind approves…
Heart denies…
And I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
My look to the East
Brings memories on sea waves,
Children, wife, parents,
Kinsfolk, friends, teachers…
Inheriting a loss,
I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
(Composed on15 Jan.2009 in Tripoli)
poem by Vachaspati Dwivedi
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Rocksteady
(bryan adams/gretchen peters)
You need a man thatll treat you like the woman you are
Those little boys are just fooling around with your heart
Whatcha gonna do now that youre all alone?
You need a rock not a rollin stone
Yeah so when a boy
Just aint enough
You need a man made of stronger stuff
Get ready
Rock steady all night long
Rock steady till the light of dawn
Slow and easy tried and true
Rock steady
Just me and you
You need somebody who will help you with your heavy load
Well Ive been there baby
Lord give me a rock and roll
Well I can bend but I wont break
Cause you aint got what I can take
So when youre tired of those little girls
You want a woman thatll rock your world
Get ready
Rock steady all night long
Rock steady till the light of dawn
Slow and easy tried and true
Rock steady
Just me and you
Amateurs and dilettantes
They cant give you what you really want
When all the other have been untrue
Ill give you something you can hold on to
Rock steady all night long
Rock steady till the light of dawn
Slow and easy tried and true
Rock steady
Just me and you
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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C) Julius Caesar
Enter CASCA and CICERO
CASCA: Tomorrow in the senate we shall have to work. Caesar will be sitting.
CICERO: An orator does not go out of fashion, I shall deliver a speech.
CASCA: To be a conspirator has become fashionable.
CICERO: Our roles are not so definite, we use to ignore them.
CASCA: You yourself mention ignorance! Were not you Princeps Senatus?
CICERO: Though he put the crown by thrice, the dictator wants to be top of Rome.
CASCA: He is really top of Rome. Senators are useless.
CICERO: Antony is his shadow and wants put himself in his place. However I am looking all
around.
CASCA: I am one of your accomplices and wonder whether you are seeing anything interesting.
CICERO: I don't like Marullus. Let's get the tribun of the people killed.
CASCA: Do you want to kill a son, too? We already must kill a father.
CICERO: Maybe I don't like killing fathers.
II,1
Enter MARCUS BRUTUS and PORTIA
BRUTUS: As sentinel greets the dawn, so I greet your return. You are late.
PORTIA: Sure, I was very busy at the market-place. Sometimes woman carries a heavy load.
BRUTUS: We must save Rome. People must honour its laws.
PORTIA: I always honoured those laws.
BRUTUS: For this reason I got married with you and did not want another in your place.
PORTIA: My place is close to our native Lares.
BRUTUS: Tradition is on our side. Our homework is the usual one.
PORTIA: No homework but this: one can not re-wind the spindle of time.
poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
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In Gaul were two orders, the nobility and the priesthood, while the people, says Caesar, were all slaves.
quote by John Lothrop Motley
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Who's Living With That Mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Wakes up to give a damn?
Who here,
Demands to give a helping hand?
And who here,
Knows that peace has a chance?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about their fellowman?
Who here,
Gives their neighbor understanding?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about what is right?
Who here,
Wants to do that day and night?
And who here,
Prays conflicts and fights
Would end!
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that,
As ambition?
To live to give as a mission?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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