Addiction of This Sickness
Look...
If someone tries to convince you,
A trillion dollars is needed to fix everything?
There will not be a cent left to spend,
For the maintenance of that mending...
To continue.
Your headaches will be never ending.
And you will be reduced to seducing excuses.
You are already hypnotized by lies.
You crave delusions to be fed.
You look for the next fear to be introduced.
And you pride yourself for being a bigot.
As you accuse someone else,
For their wishes not to be a part of this?
Guess which one of you does not recognize,
The addiction of this sickness?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taking An Attention Away From The Facts
Everyday there is 'something' else introduced
Many are solicited,
To advocate the supporting of ineffectiveness.
With a taking an attention away from the facts.
In the hopes to distract,
Those already hypnotized by delusions.
Yet a consciousness in most still lingers,
Hindering a complete numbing of minds done.
And everyday there is 'something' else introduced,
To seduce with more nonsense...
From limited minds to produce with wishes to convince,
More divisions within those already scattered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In speech after speech on his health care plan, the President has tried to convince us that what he is proposing will be good for America. But, how can it be good for America if it raises taxes by a half trillion dollars and costs a trillion dollars or more to implement?
quote by Scott Brown
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With A Minimal Of Effort To Convince
Isn't it easier to accuse another,
With the finding of excuses done...
For that which we do to initiate,
Than it is to step forward...
Without the presence of a safety net.
Or running behind those we 'contaminate'...
Who are willing to defend us and protect.
Isn't it easier to accuse anyone for that matter,
With a making up of excuses done on a daily basis...
For what it is we do that we implement consciously,
As long as we know...
We can fool anyone to buy anything,
From us we bring to them to sell...
With a minimal of effort to convince we are innocent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Busted! Out of Order. And Out of Luck
Those 'isms' have them doing deep knee bends.
Heavy burdened are their shoulders,
With fear of socialism.
And capitalism ending their delusions betrayed.
No one seems to realize,
They've sold their souls for a few dollars...
Deceit, alibis and lies.
And these days now witnessed makes this clear.
To those whose eyes have been made to open wide.
Those 'isms' have them doing deep knee bends.
Heavy burdened are their shoulders,
With fear of socialism.
And capitalism ending their delusions betrayed.
But no time was given,
In the speedy spending of their ways...
To build upon an integrity.
With 'some' dignity that had been saved.
Busted!
Out of order.
And out of luck like a plucked duck baking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Behind The Shadows Of Others
How do I recognize a demonic influence?
It demands to interfere with one's peace of mind...
With an annoyance kept.
Seeking to be understood.
And trying to convince that an interpretation of life,
From behind the shadows of others easily influenced...
Is the rule to be followed.
And seeks to whisper doubts and curious conflicts,
In one ear to confuse with fear and procrastination.
And insists it does...
With criticisms directed and made,
Towards others not tolerating this nonsense.
With a spreading of lies to isolate and defame.
Especially those...
On a path taken and chosen with experience to clear,
Familiarized debris...
That tries to prevent a consciousness,
Already introduced to truth!
And those demonically influenced,
Are deceivers of truth...
And anything remotely connected,
With an attached understanding of it.
One demonic wishes to stick,
With a sweetness that delays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After Fists and Pain Inflicted
Escalated abuse,
Is not love.
To be used and tormented...
Is an addiction to be loathed.
But those cloaked within this need,
Can not see the danger...
Feeding these mindless deeds.
And domesticated violence,
One accepts to receive agony...
Remains a sickness wished!
To attract a slow suicide,
One excuses and accepts...
To forgive and forget.
With Hopes for a shared happiness,
To reminisce.
After fists and pain inflicted...
Heals!
But the re-occurrence reveals,
Not a mending but a killing...
Of a relationship!
Dedicated to:
Robin!
'Why? Ask yourself,
Do you need this?
And if you are entertained by it!
Is your fame maintained...
Worth the pain you sustain? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Will Always Be Crime
As long as there are excuses made to keep it...
There will always be crime.
As long as it is identified,
And left untreated.
There will always be crime.
As long as there is a system that feeds it...
With statistics gathered,
As if score cards are needed.
And as long as what is being done,
Is taught to those young!
There will always be crime.
And those who make a living to pocket from it!
Crime as it has been flourished to become known...
Will always be a part of greed and its existence!
Giving those who are employed to define it,
A reason to depict it and where to keep it fed!
Just like maintaining a sickness,
To overcrowd hospitals...
To fill folks with illnesses to strap them to beds.
There will 'always' be an atmosphere,
Where fear induced minds produce crime!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Blind To Recognize
Too blind to recognize.
No one really knew,
Who they saw on a regular basis.
And this was not encouraged,
To be expected to accept.
Yet discussing other people,
Was what they did best.
Too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Disrespecting was all they knew.
And this they did with a full effect.
No one knew who did what.
Or who had experiences to share,
That would provide benefits all would get.
So no one saw to see to receive opportunities,
They would meet but too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond Recognition
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
burnt in the firmament of
my unadulterated desire for you
i'm now reduced to
a whiff of thin vapour
quickly carried away by the wind
and in no time absorbed by ether
no friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
i'm now a tomb with all
love and hurt accrued
buried deep within with
no epitaph inscribed
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as i sit in a corner of a cold bed
drawing my empty limbs closer
as if they're all that's left of me...
no my friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as much as i can't recognize me myself
through this vacant mirror...
wait, there from a corner
i recognize you simply gazing
at nothing in particular...
why, you alone?
i recognize my self
no more...
25dec2009
01.01hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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We Just Ask For Your Support
The economy is strong!
However...
We are in need of a least two trillion dollars,
To avoid any delusions we might encounter...
In the event the future may disagree,
With our current assessment.
And we will be glad to provide any documentation,
To support our findings.
Or lack there of!
We just ask for your support,
In the event we should run out of money...
Prior to the selling of the usual accustomed BS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only You Know
Initiate.
Locate.
Eliminate.
Only you know from where,
Your headaches begin.
If there is a desire,
To have 'your' headaches end...
Requires effort.
Initiate with intent.
Locate the cause and reason.
Eliminate without hesitation,
Headaches allowed to begin...
With an ending of them.
And if you don't know?
You've got other issues involved,
To solve!
There is no need to start a campaign,
To complain about anyone causing you pain!
You have nothing to gain from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Three Pet Peeves
MY Three Pet Peeves
Three things I hate most in life,
And struggle in my fight and strife.
I hate to see people lie.
They say they can justify,
For them lies have colors.
For me lies are bad manners.
For them lying is as easy as eggs.
For me lies have very short legs.
I also hate people with excuses,
Though this will be of no uses.
For he who excuses himself,
Does nothing but accuse himself.
I also hate coming late to any activity,
For this is a sign of naivety.
'Better be late than never',
Is the weakest excuse ever.
Better come early than late,
As if coming to a blind date.
I hope one day the world will be,
Rid of these pet peeves and ever happy.
Omar Jabak
18/4/2009
poem by Omar Jabak
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No Special Treatment Here
If your demands to have your needs met,
Exceeds what I can supply or have on hand...
And yet you insist that I fulfill your wishes?
I am going to do the best I can.
With an expectation from you,
That you pay for my services to you rendered.
You get no special treatment here.
No matter who you solicit, convince or deceive.
Or with whom you advocate,
As to what you have the right to do.
You are going to pay me,
To keep your entitled delusions fed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Needed Someone
If I needed someone to love
you're the one that I'd be thinking of
If I needed someone
If I had some more time to spend
then I'd guess I'd be with you my friend
If I needed someone
Had you come some other day then
it might not have been like this
Can't you see how I'm too much in love
Carve your number on my wall
and maybe you will get a call from me
If I needed someone
If I had some more time to spend
then I'd guess I'd be with you my friend
If I needed someone
Had you come some other day then
it might not have been like this
Can't you see how I'm too much in love
Carve your number on my wall
and maybe you will get a call from me
If I needed someone
If I needed someone
song performed by by Hollies
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Pay Up
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
They wish their safety,
As long as someone else is delayed.
And when a perception their security is weak...
Immediately they accuse the government,
Of not doing its best to protect their manicured...
And suburban profiled streets.
So pathetically crazed,
They accuse the current administration...
Of being too much in their lives.
And these same people have claimed recently,
The government should spend more...
To ensure their interests are not terrorized.
So sick with thick self righteousness,
These same folks wish for economic bliss to exist.
While living lives indebted...
To unpaid loans,
And fantasies charged to overwhelming credit.
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
And they just don't get it!
No one is left who is willing to hold their breath...
For repayment or an extension to prolong delusions.
And those in control of those foreign banks,
Are simply saying, 'Pay up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare, When at the same moment she had on a dress Which cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less, And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess, That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear!
quote by William Allen Butler
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If I Needed Someone
If i needed someone to love
You're the one that i'd be thinking of
If i needed someone
If i had some more time to spend
That i guess i'd be with you my friend
If i needed someone
Had you come some other day
Then it might not have been like this
But you see now i'm too much in love
Carve your number on my wall
And maybe you will get a call from me
If i needed someone
Ah, ah, ah, ah
If i had some more time to spend
That i guess i'd be with you my friend
If i needed someone
Had you come some other day
Then it might not have been like this
But you see now i'm too much in love
Carve your number on my wall
And maybe you will get a call from me
If i needed someone
Ah,
song performed by by Beatles
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Honest Goodbyes
Sink with the tide
Rescue me if you like
I'll be leaving it all up to you
Think how we tried
It's o.k. to be lied to
As long as it's only by you
People say to me it's best that we've parted
'Cause you know I'm better alone
Don't explain to me how you're so broken hearted
I'm too busy mending my own
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
Late ever night the colours fade from the sky
And the music is gone from the moon
Standing in line for what used to be mine
What use is the rhyme with no tune
People say to me it's best that we've parted
And nothing is carved out in stone
It's such a shame how we're back where we started
It's late now and time that we go
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
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If I Needed Someone
If I needed someone to love
Youre the one that Id be thinking of
If I needed someone
If I had some more time to spend
Then I guess Id be with you my friend
If I needed someone
Had you come some other day
It might not have been like this
But you see now Im too much in love
Carve your number on my wall and
Maybe you will get a call from me
If I needed someone
- guitar solo -
If I needed someone to love
Youre the one that Id be thinking of
If I needed someone
If I had some more time to spend
Then I guess Id be with you my friend
If I needed someone
Had you come some other day
It might not have been like this
But you see now Im too much in love
Carve your number on my wall and
Maybe you will get a call from me
If I needed someone
- guitar solo -
If I needed someone
song performed by by George Harrison
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