(Political Poem) A Competition Of Lies
In a competition and heated debate.
Total opposites in which they relate.
No new solutions in their game of give or take.
Their attacks dull the mind and the realities in which they define.
All are but mere puppets attached to strings.
They move the way the money tells them too.
The benefits of being controlled.
It must be nice to have no conscience of your own.
Responsibilities do not exist, I tell you this.
Take the lead and make a mistake intentionally indeed.
Blame is but upon the name sits on the highest rooftop.
But those on the ground can not see.
Just a test upon a theory.
Will it cause an uproar?
Will the people hate?
Will they rise to remove the demon from skies?
Will they falsely accuse by the sounds?
They hear a whistling full of lies.
What is one to surmise?
We are but men who have a strong belief in deceit.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Pow Pow Bang Bang
They make a raucous all the time.
And mock corruptness as a sign...
They are hand controlled muppets,
Or puppets on a line.
Eruptible in many ways.
How can this be day after day?
When people say they pray,
But their faith is delayed.
Pow pow bang bang.
The guns are heard just shooting.
People keep a looting...
And eluding police.
Pow pow bang bang.
Are gangs the ones insane?
Whose to blame for this game?
And who can be named.
They make a raucous all the time.
And mock corruptness as a sign...
They are hand controlled muppets,
Or puppets on a line.
Pow pow bang bang.
The guns are heard just shooting.
People keep a looting...
And eluding police.
Eruptible in many ways.
How can this be day after day?
When people say they pray,
But their faith is delayed.
Pow pow bang bang.
Are gangs the ones insane?
Pow pow bang bang.
Whose to blame for this game?
Pow pow bang bang.
Who can be named?
Pow pow bang bang.
We're all put to shame!
Pow pow bang bang.
Are gangs the ones insane?
Pow pow bang bang.
Whose to blame for this game?
Pow pow bang bang.
Who can be named?
Pow pow bang bang.
We're all put to shame!
They make a raucous all the time.
And mock corruptness as a sign...
They are hand controlled muppets,
Or puppets on a line.
Pow pow bang bang.
Are gangs the ones insane?
Pow pow bang bang.
Whose to blame for this game?
Pow pow bang bang.
Who can be named?
Pow pow bang bang.
We're all put to shame!
Pow pow bang bang.
We're all put to shame!
Pow pow bang bang.
We're all are the blame!
Pow pow bang bang.
Bang bang.
Bang bang.
Bang bang.
We're all are the blame!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Conscience Mind
A conscience mind is a sober mind
And a sober mind keeps you complete
As it will try to keep your soul honest
And will try to keep you from deceit.
It will tell and show you right from wrong
Everyday and every moment of your life
While dictating the actions you should take
So to keep you away for evil and strife.
The ethical and moral principles in your brain
That will enter you though your thoughts
And some ideals will want to lead you astray
From the goodness your conscience has sought.
A conscience mind it will let you sleep
While a evil mind will keep you sleepless and awake
As it will remind you of the evils you had done
And also the guilt you gave through sins you did take.
I wonder though Is it a devil or an angel
That stands besides us to whisper into our ear
That will lead us from sin or away from evil
I wander what voice is it that you or I do hear.
A conscience mind is the greatest mind
More precious than riches or wealth we might find
As it will help us lead us to either to heaven or hell
So GOD bless us all with our conscience mind.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I'm Done
We are the pain
We are the shame
We've gone insane
Inside where no ones around
I am to blame, for everything
I like this game, that you all
make me play
I'm done, being there for others
They have their pain and so do I
Don't need to feel it all over
I try to hold on and you bring me down
We are estranged
We are Deranged
I can't explain
How you all break me apart
I am to blame, for everything
I like this game, that you all
make me play
I'm done, being there for others
They have their pain and so do I
Don't need to feel it all over
I try to hold on and you bring me down
We wait, we hate
We try to get away
Mistake my pain
it has been lead astray
I'm Looking around, I drop to the ground
Why does it have to end this way
Feeling done, so long
oh god it's just everyday
It's everything
Now I pray for all
them to go away
I'm done, being there for others
They have their pain and so do I
Don't need to feel it all over
I try to hold on and you bring me down
song performed by by Korn
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The Money
Can money kiss you?
Can it give you a hug?
Will money save you from death?
Often people kiss their money
As if money were a person
but does money kiss you back?
Does money make the world go round?
Perhaps money can bring you down
When you spend it all, it’s just gone
leaving you with... possessions?
It’s true; money can buy you things
but it shouldn’t be the main motivation
or reason to live
It’s the root of all evil
Too much love causes greed
Some people have way too much
While others are in real need
Why are people starving?
The rich dictate the poor
Nothing less and nothing more
Everyday prices just rise
Every night we have to pay more to be alive
Dollar signs and question marks
are what I contemplate
Than money breaks up people
and causes them to hate
Never really seeming to be able to relate
What is real and what is fake?
Money isn’t something death will let you take
So why are riches passing by us daily?
On a path to no where, the money is failing
9-16-07
poem by Jesse Tampa
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Lead Them Home My Dreams
Intro:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams,
My dreams
Verse 1:
Some people stand
Some choose not to understand
Some people fight (fight, fight)
Some people dream
Some people wake up
In the middle of the night
With the eyes of a tiger and a childs curiosity
Cant turn from my conscience when its starin at me
Chorus:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams
You can hear
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my...dreams)
Verse 2:
Some people climb
Some people wait for time to pass
Looking for a miracle (a miracle)
Some people could care less
Some people dwell on the impossible
And I always remember the times I let myself slide
And I put all the bad things like money
Far lower on the list than pride
Bring me home
Bring them home my dreams (lead the home)
Bring them home my dreams
(bring the home my, lead them home my)
You can hear, you can hear (you can hear)
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Bring them home (bring them home, bring them home)
Bring them home my dreams
(lead them home my, bring them home my)
You can hear, you can hear when you
Disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, bring them home my...dreams)
Verse 3:
Wait a lifetime
Then my wish will drag on slowly
Come into ones own
At the time of conception (ooooo...)
Give in over time
You may as well change your mind
Now is when I see the light (I see it)
Im gonna touch it, grab it -
Make it mine.....
Bring them home.....
Bring them home.....
Lead them home (lead the home)
(bring them home my, lead the home my)
(lead the home, lead them home, lead them home)
Lead the home (lead them home)
Lead them home my dreams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Disguise whispers as screams - yeah!
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (ooooo...)
Lead them home
Lead them home my, my, my dreams.....
Lead them home my dreams
Bring them back to me
Lead them home my dreams
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa.....
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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A short of sight
Short of sight
Always dark and no light
No love but only hatred
To dooms day it may lead
What it may prove?
Fears it may not remove
Aggravate the relation but may not improve
You may always remain adamant and not move
You may be equated with fools
You will be made mere as tools
You may be used as scape goat
You will be made laughing stock for bad quotes
It is nice to act as fool sometimes
It may help to tide over bad times
People may take as sign of their victory
They may not store it as grudge in their memory
It has something to do with your brilliance
It shows how strong you are with mind’s presence
It is asset for any individual to excel
You can have easy way to remain and tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kept Agendas Prioritized For Devilment
Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.
With truth sent away.
And blocked from regaining,
An entrance to stay.
Kept agendas prioritized for devilment...
Betrays the image,
Falsely on display.
Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.
And revenge with vindictiveness,
Sits in masquerade.
As hypocrites gather together...
Quoting from scriptures,
To protect their evil ways!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned That Money Should Be Prized
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
With the use of color of their skins,
Light in complexion or dark as night...
Their minds with insights may be encased in,
The mentalities fed are to use this as a weapon,
To defend or ignite one's bigoted and racist appetite.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
And those who champion the marketing of images,
Aren't going to consciously reflect true beauty...
As it should be.
Beauty will be selective.
And chosen as a commodity.
To sell to those impressed,
And depress with suppression...
Those weakened through enforcing a belief!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
Of course they are going to feel subservient,
From birth until their lives end!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Those who get and hoard it best,
Will have others believe...
Their minds are at rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Waste Your Patience
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Nor do they appreciate their own lives they hate!
People like this blame others for their failures.
Seek to analyze who lead them into traps.
And jealous of advancements of others they are.
Especially those they use to laugh at behind their backs.
Those that now witness them shuffling along...
With long faces drawn and ambitions distant and gone.
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Hating themselves and everyone around them too!
Nothing!
There is nothing anyone can possibly say or do,
For those who refuse to listen and comprehend...
Any advice that is given to them!
And empathy expressed they also ignore too!
The best decision one in this position can make...
Is to evaluate the situation,
And from this excuse creator...
Move!
Do not apologize when exiting swiftly,
To break quickly away.
Just keep on steppin'.
Move!
Do not waste your patience!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Card Short
(first verse)
Life's just a game
We all wanna win
Keep your hand a secrets
Unleash the monsters within
Sometimes it's over
Before it's even begun
If someone else get hurt
Then what have you really won
(chorus)
I'm always one card short
Always one day late
For once I'd like an ending
I can celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
I need just one more move
One final chance to prove...
I can win this game
(second verse)
Life's just a duel
That's how the world is made
But are we all players
Or are we being played
(chorus)
I'm always one card short
Always one day late
For once I'd like an ending
I can celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
I need one more move
One final chance to prove...
I can win this game
(third verse)
Is what happens next in your control
Are you doing what you want, or what you've been told
Do you choose the cards from your own hands
Or are we all just puppets in a master plan
One more move
(chorus)
One card short
One day late
Give me something
Something to celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
One more move, I'm gonna win this game
I'm gonna win this game
I'm gonna win this game
One more move, I'll win this game
Everybody celebratesecond verse
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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Love to Speak
One should love to speak one’s self
As it may remove his mask
Since one leads the life which is full of lies
Hence later on the expectation too belies
It is based on give and take
There is no chance for retake
So take it as pure chance and challenge
If need be one should completely change
Bear it in mind and then accordingly adjust
It is essential and considered as must
It is not the simple game
Where you can air the grievance and blame
Before thinking what better half has
Prove your house is in order and not in mess
It may not be proper to expect everything
We must be prepared to let go something
Love and attachment may come smoothly
Once you are prepared to lead it happily
There is no room for keeping any kind of fear
Live the rest of the life full of joy without any tears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let me Believe
From the belief
That all can be done
From the belief that
That light shines
On our ragged lives
I face the ragged world
With anticipation and promise
A promise to change
A hope to conquer
A belief to believe
Let me...
Let me believe
From the belief
That i believe
I make my first step
To bring light to my world
To capture moments
Seized when darkness engulfed
To restore strength long lost
To rejuvenate a mind long lost
To energise a people long lost
That they too shall believe
The way i want believe
Creatures long forgotten
Life has come unto them
They now rise
From the debris of doom
Creatures emaciated
Like flowers
Now full of life
Move with amazing gait
Like flowers blooming in spring
Tender and supple
One step...two steps...three steps
I make
I see beautiful trees
Swaying and dancing
The rivers too in their beauty
The green grass too
Never to be forgoten
Let me believe brother
Let me believe sister
To give hope to the hopeless
To give rise to the belief
That we all can believe
Like the sun rises and sets
We shall rise
As the day yawns tired
I yawn too but not tired
Just taking a break
A break from carrying this load
Let me...
Let me believe.
poem by Jack Shaka
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Full of an Emptiness
I am full of an emptiness,
Which empties me of my fullness.
I am feeding my starving ego,
While never nourishing my soul which can always be satisfied.
The spirit never ends but I try to tempt it with things that do.
Earthly pleasures, to find heavenly treasures?
Money, power and control do not fill me up.
I always want more.
I can never get enough.
Love, joy and peace.
I have none.
Yet it is all I truly need.
It is only this that will fill me up.
My spirit is allergic to the things of this world.
Yet my mind tells me to feast on more,
My mind is the starving pig.
Feasting on the droppings of the world.
And so I eat from the bottom, which is the world.
My living Hell.
Earth is chaos, Heaven is peace.
I look up and see an endless sky.
These are my possibilities should I follow the spirit.
I look to the ground and see how far is the fall.
But it is only once I have fallen, and hit the ground.
That I can get back up.
Rise above my circumstances.
Rise above the pleasures.
To seek and pursue the treasures.
That were promised to all.
Even before my time here.
If I get, what I give.
And what I give is nothing,
It is nothing I will get back in the end.
So why do I keep giving only what I can take?
Am I giving of things that have a beginning and an ending?
Or do I give what is endless?
The anger I feel because I thought someone was stealing from me,
Is really what I simply robbed myself of in the first place.
Peace, joy and love.
It is mine to share.
For if I share it,
It can never be stolen from me.
In the end, it is only my legacy I leave behind.
Money will be spent.
Power will run out.
Control will be lost.
To be without money is to be broke.
I am broken.
To be without power is to be powerless.
I am powerless.
If I get what I give, then I am what I am.
If I am control, then I am controlled and controlling
If I am peace, then I am peaceful
If I am joy, then I am joyous
If I am love, then I am loving and loved.
That is all I ever wanted and ever needed in the first place.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Here I Go Again
Here I go again
Its time for me to fade away
Here I go
Its time again to let the storm rise and Im waiting
Here with great expectations and I know
You call it what you want
But for now Im standing tall
And Im here to get it all
Give me your best shot or go
You gotta move on
You better believe it
And youll find out this is the time of your life
You gotta move on
You better believe it
You can be sure this is the ride of your life
Here I go again, its time for me to fade away
Im out of here I go again, Ive lost the game
And no one is to blame
So time waits for no one and I only get a chance
To be on top of the world and you know
If you want to move on
You will have to be strong
Cause it wont last long
You will reap what you sow
You gotta move on
You better believe it
And youll find out this is the time of your life
You gotta move on
You better believe it
You can be sure this is the ride of your life
Here I go again, its time for me to fade away
Im out of here I go again, Ive lost the game
And no one is to blame
So time is running out I feel I have to let you go
And I know, no one is to blame
song performed by by E-type
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Outro
[Missy Elliott]
Check it
See I don't want to say that this is the end
I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how we're labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? WAKE UP!!!!!
Rappers are craft art in a rapper's sport
Someone like a game of basketball can't be taught
But yet we accept the name thug
Like that's fly
See how they covered our eyes?
Give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! SAY WHAT!?!?!
I'm done talking
Mary J. Blige, let em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
We're gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and I'd like to say, Hello (Thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow.
But first you gotta
But first you gotta
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Outro (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Missy Elliott]
Check it
See I dont want to say that this is the end
Ill end by saying this is where well begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how were labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? WAKE UP!!!!!
Rappers are craft art in a rappers sport
Someone like a game of basketball cant be taught
But yet we accept the name thug
Like thats fly
See how they covered our eyes?
Give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! SAY WHAT!?!?!
Im done talking
Mary J. Blige, let em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
Im rocking to the beat (Im rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
Were gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and Id like to say, Hello (Thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow.
But first you gotta
But first you gotta
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Emotions are confusing at times
as i'm going through emotions,
sometimes i can't seem to figure out,
which are from the past,
and which are in the moment,
i don't like to make decisions in the moment,
unless i really have to,
i hate feeling controlled,
it's the worse feeling in the moment,
but at the same time,
i get, being controlled,
and somebody caring deeply confused,
it's one of those feelings where,
people pretend to care,
so it hard trying to detangle,
the liars from the honest people,
most likely,
it's the people who was truthful,
who you start to question,
in the past,
i lost that trust,
how can you trust somebody,
that said they won't hurt you,
and turns out it was all lies,
it's hard to handle,
all you want to do as a child,
is to be good and believe what an adult tells you,
but when it all lies to get what they want,
that hurts the most,
my trust was broken more times than i can say,
i didn't really had a chance,
to even know what trust was,
it could be why my meaning of it,
is alot different than everybody else,
and they just can't understand,
why i am the way i am.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Whistling In The Dark
A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling, whistling
Whistling in the dark
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Demon Alcohol
Im sick and tired of your excuses
Cant deal with living anymore
Ill give you reasons to continue
While you lie writing on the floor
Ill wash away your lies
And have you hypnotized
Therell be no compromise today
Ill share your life of shame
I think you know my name
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Ill get you
If you could deal with your reflection
Im sure youd see into my eyes
Therell be no need for resurrection
Lets drink to people of the lies
Although that ones too much
You know tens not enough
Therell be no compromise today
Ill watch you lose control
Consume your very soul
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Ha ha
Demon alcohol
Demon alcohol, lets party
(demon alcohol)
(Im the demon alcohol)
Im sick and tired of resolutions
Youve quit me time and time again
Dont speak of suicide solutions
You took my hand, Im here to stay
This time its you or me
Ill never set you free
Therell be no compromise today
So satisfy your lust
Too much cant be enough
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
The demon alcohol
Aha
Demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Lets party
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Total Upheaval to Fantasized Beliefs
What is going on?
A reality refused existence.
And an overwhelming presence of it,
No longer given the option of being deluded...
By those who excused the inclusion of it.
What is going on?
The blatant attacks on deceit, lies and corruption.
A disruption of the lives of thieves and their alibis.
And an exposure to their incompetent influence.
What is going on?
A total upheaval of fantasized beliefs.
And the creaking sounds of sneaking creeps,
Attempting to leave the scene of their crimes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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