A Menace To Those Unconscious
I've been Black for a while now.
So I am accustomed,
To having my intelligence questioned.
Even by those who have not proven,
To have any at all.
I am 'suspected' to be able to think!
I often thought if I was a thief,
I'd be extremely dangerous.
But I chose honesty!
Which leaves my designation,
As just a threat.
A menace to those unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within HIS Inner Circle
He is wearing them out.
Their accustomed indignities...
Are now sought by him,
To come spewing from their mouths.
And everyday the same insults,
Seem as if they come from little kids.
The ones that wish to bully...
But the one they wish to do it to,
Seems to thrive on it...
As if it was nourishment that it gives.
He is wearing them out.
Their accustomed indignities...
Are now sought by him,
To come spewing from their mouths.
They seek his birth certificate.
Something to prove he actually exists.
Their verbal obscenities have become useless.
And his arrogance displayed,
Appears to thrive on it!
'We've secured his birth certificate.
And he has already exposed his own dirt.
His intelligence is something we have never encountered.
And intimidating him has driven us to exhaustion.
Even the threat of death,
Produces on his face a grin.
He acts as if...
He 'is' The Almighty.
Or someone extremely close,
Within HIS inner circle.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Generational And Unending
Many are finding their battle against ignorance,
To be generational and unending.
And the biggest enemy humanity has.
A defense to keep ignorance alive and kicking,
Has its evidence in the empty minds,
Threatened by the slightest signs of intelligence.
And anyone suspected of having intelligence,
Is immediately questioned...
As to where they contacted this disease.
With a seeking of a cure,
To end its effectiveness.
In the hopes of keeping ignorance forever accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tooth Decay
It's all busted.
With expectations so cheap.
Lies and deceit.
Let the fiction reap.
Oh reap what she can.
For in this world of the damned
When you make a demand, it is questioned and counter questioned.
As if your never right.
As if you have absolutely no insight.
Try as you might.
You just won't be able to fix her tonight.
No not tonight.
She ugly, she unfortunate, and of her your so blissful.
It is as if she don't exist.
A marker on a map.
A designation area for the collapse.
The poverty level is just to low here.
The perfect spot.
Let the experimentation begin.
Let it spread and rot.
Like your grams a teeth.
One by one the areas are gone.
And as human being it is not fault but our own.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Thief! ! !
You are a thief
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief from bones and soul
Thief till dust and ash
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief who steals and shouts
Thief who cheats and hides
You have a pride
A pride of THIEF
You have an ethic
An ethic of THIEF
You have rules
Rules of THIEF
You take what you want
And run from everyone
Irresponsible about what you’ve done
Leave this mess to be blown
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
There’s nothing real
From your belonging
You’re just a thief
And why I should follow a thief
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Become Suspected
1-2-3-4
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
And you
Say you're happy
I can say,
I'm doing well myself
But you
Wont believe
I've seen you...
Sneaking with somebody else.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo doo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
I give you no reason
To become suspected
Do I give you reason
To become suspected
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
Doo doo doo do doooooooohhh!
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
No reason for pleasin'
To become suspected
How could I leave you
To become suspected...
As two people can suspect too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thief In The Night
Far off in the distance, a shape in the night, alright
On a mission of mercy, if the price is right
He tries to possess her and she bites
Its a ritual slaying, but the tables are turned, oh no
And now hes prayin, but its his turn to burn
Like a thief in the night - she breaks into his heart
Like a thief in the night - she never leaves her mark
In a hotel chamber, on a cryptic note
cos where theres fire, theres gotta be smoke, oh no
Footsteps in the twilight, and red nails round his throat
Its a ritual slaying, without strings attached, oh no
And now hes praying, but theres no turning back
Like a thief in the night - she breaks into his heart
Like a thief in the night
Like a thief in the night - she never leaves her mark
Like a thief in the night - alright, alright
Like a thief in the night - she breaks into his heart
Like a thief in the night - alright, alright
Like a thief in the night - she never leaves her mark
Like a thief in the night
Like a thief in the night (repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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The role of intelligence
Intelligence is to adapt and adopt.
Honesty, integrity and propriety
Are shown door by intelligence.
By intelligence the society is not made rich.
13.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Once A Thief
So youve decided to set me free
Ive paid my debt to society
Fresh out of jail trying to make a new start
On the street with a bitter heart
But my past keeps on haunting me
There aint no chance for a man with my history
Once a thief
Always a suspect
Once a liar
Never be believed
Will they ever forget that
I was once a thief?
I was out in the cold
I was soaked to the skin
I needed a home
And your heart took me in
Then I heard all the lies
And I lost my belief
You threw away my hope
And you called me a thief
So youve decided to set me free
Im out of jail but youve still got the key
There was a time when I thought you respected me
But somehow you always suspected me
Once a thief
Always a suspect
Once a liar
Never be believed
Will they ever forget that
I was once a thief?
Instead of offering me charity,
You shouldve tried to put some faith in me
Instead of making me a better man,
You kept reminding me of what I am
Instead of offering me charity,
You shouldve tried to put some faith in me
How many years must a criminal pay?
Until hes old and his hair turns to gray
You smile at me
But I know underneath
Youre thinking
Once a thief always a suspect.
Once a thief
Always a suspect
Once a liar
Never be believed
Will they ever forget that
I was once a thief?
song performed by by Kinks
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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U Thief, U Stole My Heart
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the grief, i am torn all apart
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the brief encounter, i should have known it would b
bad from the start
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the relief, i don't have 2 let u in, I guess even though
i will b lonely, i win
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the belief, y do i dare, y do i even care
U thief, U stole my heart
Oh, the mischief, i saw the signs, but i chose not 2 read
between the lines
U thief, U stole my heart
Like the falling leaf, i will just have 2 make a new start
poem by Wendy A. Bartko
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The Question
1916
Brethren, how shall it fare with me
When the war is laid aside,
If it be proven that I am he
For whom a world has died?
If it be proven that all my good,
And the greater good I will make,
Were purchased me by a multitude
Who suffered for my sake?
That I was delivered by mere mankind
Vowed to one sacrifice,
And not, as I hold them, battle-blind,
But dying with open eyes?
That they did not ask me to draw the sword
When they stood to endure their lot --
That they only looked to me for a word,
And I answered I knew them not?
If it be found, when the battle clears,
Their death has set me free,
Then how shall I live with myself through the years
Which they have bought for me?
Brethren, how must it fare with me,
Or how am I justified,
If it be proven that I am he
For whom mankind has died --
If it be proven that I am he
Who, being questioned, denied?
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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With It You May Gain Wisdom
They don't have the honesty to tell you the truth?
I can't believe I am hearing 'you' say this!
When did you become an advocate of truth?
And who or what threatens your perception,
To finally accept it.
And what are you expecting as a benefit?
The repeating of corruption and deceit?
Well...
The process of truth,
Will be proven to be cost effective!
And with it you may gain wisdom.
However...
Believing you will pocket with truth as an asset,
May disappoint a greed you've been accustomed...
To feed with the ease of telling quick lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choosey Love
*choosey lover, boy Im so proud of ya.
Im so glad you chose me, baby.
And ill make you so happy.*
Thought I had a love, but I was kidding myself, baby.
By the time I learned the truth about it,
He was sleeping with someone else.
But not you baby.
*choosey lover, boy Im so proud of ya.
Im so glad you chose me, baby.
And ill make you so happy.*
Cause youve givin me.....givin me security, baby
And you proven what you said.(ohh)
Never worried about you baby, jumpin in and out of bed.
Ohhhh, but not my baby.
*choosey lover, boy Im so proud of ya.
Im so glad you chose me, baby.
And ill make you so happy.*
(repeat)
{beat switches}
Thought I had a lover, but I was kidding myself,baby
By the time I learned about it.
He was sleepin with someone else.
Baby, baby, baby.
*choosey lover, boy Im so proud of ya.
Im so glad you chose me, baby.
And ill make you so happy.*
Cause youve given me, given me security
Given me security baby,
Yeah youve proven, what you said.
See I never worry about you,
Jumpin in and out....of bed.
*choosey lover (oh your so choosey baby),
Boy Im so proud of ya.
Im so glad you chose me, baby.
Ill make you so happy.*
(repeats till fade)
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Theft of people
I am not a thief;
I don’t steal anything.
I am still a thief;
I steal people for me.
I coax others clients
To switch over to me..
I steal women’s heart
Unknown to their partners.
Paramours and elopers
Are more than a thief.
Theft of kinds is
Less a threat to us
Than the theft of peoplf.
07.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Choosey Lover (Old School/New School)
Choosey Lover (Old School/New School)
*Choosey Lover, Boy Im So Proud Of Ya.
Im So Glad You Chose Me, Baby.
And I'll Make You So Happy.*
Thought I Had A Love, But I Was Kidding Myself, Baby.
By The Time I Learned The Truth About It,
He Was Sleeping With Someone Else.
But Not You Baby.
*Choosey Lover, Boy Im So Proud Of Ya.
Im So Glad You Chose Me, Baby.
And Ill Make You So Happy.*
Cause Your Givin Me.....Givin Me Security, Baby
And You Proven What You Said.(Ohh)
Never Worried About You Baby, Jumpin In And Out Of Bed.
Ohhhh, But Not My Baby.
*Choosey Lover, Boy Im So Proud Of Ya.
Im So Glad You Chose Me, Baby.
And Ill Make You So Happy.*
(Repeat)
{Beat Switches}
Thought I Had A Lover, But I Was Kidding Myself,Baby
By The Time I Learned About It.
He Was Sleepin With Someone Else.
Baby, Baby, Baby.
*Choosey Lover, Boy Im So Proud Of Ya.
Im So Glad You Chose Me, Baby.
And Ill Make You So Happy.*
Cause Youve Given Me, Given Me Security
Given Me Security Baby,
Yeah Youve Proven, What You Said.
See I Never Worry About You,
Jumpin In And Out....Of Bed.
*Choosey Lover (Oh Your So Choosey),
Boy Im So Proud Of Ya.
Im So Glad You Chose Me, Baby.
Ill Make You So Happy.*
(Repeats Till Fade
song performed by by Aaliyah
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At Risk
At risk?
Those of an expressed intelligence.
And feeling it is shown,
To those known wishing to have it suppressed.
At risk...
These times not only suspected terrorists threat.
Those with a detected consciousness,
Have been witnessed to have the best affect...
Upon those who have slept.
But now have awakened.
And at risk is a conformity,
Opened eyes dare to break.
And from it willfully shakened.
With a more uplifted,
And respected patrioticness reflected.
That removes a need for greatness to be debated...
When again it is felt and not degraded.
By overrated propaganda...
At risk of being unbelieved as an achievement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winners From The Very Beginning
They were all dealt from the same deck.
And played their cards,
Accordingly.
Doing those things they believed were correct.
And whispering over their shoulders,
How they would win over others.
None of the players suspected,
They were being played and used.
None of the players suspected,
They were being used and abused.
And thoese they 'assumed'
Had losing hands.
Because they seemed to have lives,
Bombarded with obstacles.
Actually were the winners from the very beginning,
Because they were the ones...
The dealer had chose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCI: Questioned
The king will fall if his wisdom is questioned
The soldier will die if his loyalty is questioned
The lover will separate if his love is questioned
But the poet will keep singing even if his sanity is questioned
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Divide Them
Has the advancements made in technology,
Increased the intelligence of human beings?
Has the rising cost of college education,
Awarded anyone a credit towards common sense?
Has the expense of raising children,
From books printed to show how that is done...
Proven to anyone to be successful?
And...
Have those who chose to isolate others,
To divide them and conquer...
Feel any less ostacized themselves?
Has the cure of diseases,
Prevented the spreading...
Of more of them to occur?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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