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Threats To Keep A People In Grief
How can we seek solutions...
When our denials love to bask,
In a pleasing done by deceit.
How can we non-fictionalize our lives,
When fiction is all we seek.
How can we ever expect to accept the truth,
When none of it is believed.
And how is a greatness once perceived,
So willing to feed decadence...
And allow conflict and division succeed.
All of these may be questions!
But the opportunity to answer them,
Become threats to keep a people in grief.
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tissue Tigers (The Arguers)
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
Its all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
Its all hot air.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
Youd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
Ive trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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Tissue Tigers
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
It's all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
It's all hot air.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
You'd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
I've trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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Taught With Others Of A Fixed Mindset
I use to believe,
Those who leeched...
Were not threats.
Well...
Corrected,
That belief...
Has been exchanged for observation.
Not only do those who leech are threats...
They are the cause and the effect,
As proof to what happens...
When one is taught with others,
Of a fixed mindset...
That their actions have no direct affect,
On the decline of an environment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So not only do we need to deal with threats as they emerge, we have to be thinking in anticipation of future threats, and the things we do have to be things that enable the system to continue to work.
quote by Janet Napolitano
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That said, the question remains: how to strike the balance between free speech and mutual respect in this mixed-up world, both blessed and cursed with instant communication? We should not fight fire with fire, threats with threats.
quote by Timothy Garton Ash
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Pocketing a Dollar
It's the season of terrorists threats.
When the government wont let...
Spirits of happiness flow,
Without fear to inflict.
And bestow.
And when the New Year comes around,
Just like the Fourth of July...
When the biggest crowds gather to celebrate.
With fireworks and other loud bursting sounds...
Not a word of terrorists,
Or their threats...
Are heard or shared!
Those are not the times for them to be declared,
There or anywhere.
And when those who filled the air,
With these fears and threats to scare...
Are gone.
So will the massive corruption,
And the sadness of their destruction...
Leave.
To remind those grieving.
And those of a clearing consciousness,
Will come to their senses and see...
How those of criminal minds,
Have found much wasteful time...
To plot, plunder and pillage.
Being as they are...
Treacherous, evil, deceitful demons and mean.
Traitors of a democracy depleting it with their greed.
When it comes to pocketing a dollar to loot...
And delute a quality of life of those still holding on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Those Exceptions
Many have spent lifetimes,
Doing their best...
To manipulate the presence of truth.
And yet there is not one shred of proof,
That a doing of this has led them to success.
However...
There are those exceptions!
Millions of dollars are spent,
In the celebrating of holidays created...
To allow the threats of terrorists,
Opportunities to rest...
As everyone is welcomed to join the festivities.
'But...
Where are the terrorists? '
~Ssshhh.
They are no threat to us on holidays.
Or on weekends.
Just Monday through Friday.
See them checking their watches?
It is almost that time,
For them to begin their threats.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afar
From afar we carry out our threats,
To engulf them who marry in certain fashions
That we detest, and we also do not like.
For such is nightmare, mostly burden,
So that guts are spilt, and trained to form back
In their rightful place, the guts are not gone.
We engulf their brains when winter blushes
And intelligent spring sees sights of serenity.
They live in the hope of murder to bring about
A path of solutions, ones that we detest,
And we like the way of the world as it is.
In fact, the answers lie in the storms of time
And we must dig to engage in matter some deeds-
We like the deeds of the rich and the threats are vast.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bastards srtike
Bastards have already stuck their strike.
All ready had the forced entery.
In my head they stay no to exit.
I felt pain that day.
I had the pain.
Forcible sex.
Hurt through and through.
Now I know what hate is.
Becuase hate is all I feel for you.
Bastards strike on the weak.
The speak threats with their beak.
They had thier nasty streak.
Tuants and threats they speak.
Bastards raped me and I hate them.
Theyre are scum.
Evil vile scum.
And rotten to the core.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Another Perception Of Yours To Dramatize
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense.
You can,
If you wish...
Keep your desires to be fed cheaply,
A delusioned fantasy.
But the reality is this...
You've got to pay.
At least 'something' on what has been borrowed.
These debts can no longer be paid,
By threats!
As you continue to feast!
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense you refuse to comprehend.
Well comprehend this,
Regardless of your feeling offended.
The festival has ended.
To you your threats may make sense.
However...
What is needed is less of your greed to feed.
And more of your co-operation.
Or whatever you believe you need...
Will leave you mind quicker,
Than another perception of yours to dramatize!
With or without,
Your eyes opened wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Threats and Opportunities
Here’s three cheers
for Jon Haidt, who’s reminded us
in ‘The Happiness Hypothesis’
that our lingering primitive selves
respond more quickly to a threat
than to an opportunity…
and thus, a more powerful emotional weapon
in the hands of politicians and journalists
and others with an axe to sharpen..
while astute moneymakers, more than the rest of us,
look always for an opportunity…
so President Bush hastens to warn us
that ‘Iran remains a threat’…
and so do you, George…and
so do bananaskins, and wet leaves
on a warming sidewalk after frost…
and polar bears to garbage cans -
themselves under our human threat
from global warming…
It’s a world of threats, and threats of threats…
wars and rumours of wars, as the good book says…
maybe I should stay in today…but then…
was this, then, how the West was won?
I think not…
Some say, still say, that somewhere out there
there’s One who made a world
entirely of opportunities…
Meanwhile, pity politicians
in a world of spin:
if Dubbya-doh came out tomorrow
all bright-eyed and Bushy-tailed (by security men…)
and announced in upbeat tones,
‘Iran remains a golden opportunity…’
we’d all turn to each other and say,
‘What’s he up to, then? ? ’
and oil shares would fluctuate...
well, there you are… if boredom threatens at this point,
an ice-cold can of beer remains
a golden opportunity…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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O God, Show Mercy…
O GOD, SHOW MERCY…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let go with the wind the foe’s threats;
Punish the unwise and the unworthy,
Let them hold their tongues behind the teeth.
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Weaken the treacherous men…
They just pretend to be Thy servants,
For their own good, let them lament.
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Show mercy to those who serve their land;
Without harming their own country,
Let them breed their descent…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let us rise – wipe out the feud.
Show mercy, save us, heal our souls,
Let us defeat the fraud…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let the foe’s threats go with the wind…
7.12.2OO2.
Translated from Georgian
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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On The Roof Again (Callout Hook 1)
In the throws of young love Leroy
Didn't think to think and in the blink of an eye
Tied the knot not knowing how to not know
He was the prodigal son this girl had brought him home
He moved out of his step dad's apartment
He moved in with this cute Guatemalan
Things were copasetic 'til she caught him
Things were cool and collected 'til she found him erected with another
Shit went bad he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
Got screwed by the horse that he rode in on
Riding high on his whims had only gotten him down
He moved back to his step dad's apartment
Where he put himself back together 'til
She came back he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
Your heinous highness broke her hymen hey man try to quit your crying
I know she broke your heart but try to come try to come down
Shit went bad he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
song performed by by Eve 6
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Threats don't work with the person who's got nothing to lose.
quote by Maduro Ash
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I have had death threats from people with fixations.