And What Comes to Visit
Fresh from the tabloids:
'We All Are the Aliens'
We all are strange and distant people.
Segmented with traditions implanted with restrictions,
And dissected to produce 'reason'.
Set within indifferences!
And mystified upon discovering,
Yet another development of natures' Whipped Mixtures'
Those in isolation...
In fear of their own reflections being threatened,
Are lost!
And have paid the cost to incite conflicts!
But today...
An end comes to their 'sickened appetites'.
A light bright beams.
The enormity of it,
Stops all movement quick!
And what comes to visit...
Will shut lips,
Forever...
About that which was known before it landed.
As 'Truth' descends with unquestionable power!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perfected and Over-rehearsed
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
Spoiled and embroiled by choices of isolation.
Believing decisions made would remain sustained.
Creating superstitions within accepted standards,
Of division...
Has weakened values and traditions.
And foundations trembling...
With once tried and true,
Restrictions.
Faltering a quality of life for all,
By hidden agendas and undenied admissions.
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
With wishes to return to comforts yearned...
To free from the rising of conflicts,
That has today showered many with concern.
Although hoping lessons that seem hard to learn,
Has not come upon them too late to recreate...
What is observed.
When a listening done to comprehend and correct...
Was not prioritized as an objective first.
To protect from a neglect...
Perfected and over-rehearsed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Massacre
A blast fantastic.
Lightening fast.
And penetrating with quickness.
Nothing earthly,
Could track this flash!
Or detect by radar!
Massive the massacre!
An intelligence ending all ignorance,
Defended!
And overnight as those slept...
Invisible were the 'beams' that crept!
Sending signals that awakened consciousness.
With a refreshened depthness,
None would suspect.
Or could arm themselves to protect!
A dawning of awareness...
Arriving with no contest to test,
Not this power!
And the hour of unrest stirs!
Transfers implanted are made!
A massacre endures,
An accomplishment meant to enlighten,
Ensures success.
Not a frightened eye was blurred with fear!
Nor a weapon used,
In the clinching hands of those who laid,
Calm and peaceful!
And when the dawning Sun,
Moved thick and darkened clouds away...
Voices were heard rejoicing,
In ways never heard before!
'I can see! I can see!
Beyond hills.
Beyond valleys.
Beyond restrictions...
Enforced upon me!
Inside my mind is such clarity! '
Removed from them were veils,
That held their visions conflicted to limits.
This massacre indeed occurred!
Murdering all indifferences forever.
Gone within districts now lifting restraints.
And painless was this timeless visit.
Leaving those without faith...
To struggle and fight,
Their sightless mental battles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Subdivisions of Sorrow
Depleted of reason to stand guard,
Behind erected fences...
Constructed to prevent hints of common sense,
To break them free of a stupidity,
Shielding them from their own happiness.
These vigilantes have grown tired of sightless threats,
Imposed upon them by fears implanted
Within minds long confined by unwarranted assumptions!
They have found no one with desires wanting to attack them.
They have discovered the unrest...
Coming from an isolation they were taught to believe
Others with envy sought to take away!
A way of life enriched by leeched resources.
Their misery results from a false and foolish perception,
A common grief they cherished was treasure to be protected!
They've come to realize their conflicts are their own.
And condoning them is not what others wish to share!
This is not the freedom perceived
By those who have chosen life free of imposed restrictions.
Or suppressed with opportunities to tax,
With burdens...
In subdivisions of sorrow that has lost its glimmer,
Sheen
And distant cravings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolation
In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize
Isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.
song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One More Word
Spill it all over, just like you used to
Reason to be strong
But you don't like me, but you don't even know me
I will save me, I will save me.
Please fight for me
Shut down in another light, in a hole not yet sewn
Words that make you sickened inside
But you're sucked down in a steady strife
And you bleed without halo
I can tell now, I can tell now.
Please fight for me.
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down
It's all inside, so far
it's all inside
One more word, I'm asking you to come and get it
You don't want to wake up and kiss it goodbye
Please fight for me
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down
It's all inside, so far
it's all inside, so far.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Dawning
Only at dawn
Do I believe that a higher being may be
Looking down upon me through the rays of light emanating from the rising sun as
The full moon descends behind the mountaintops,
This morning I could envision a ladder from the creek side
Reaching toward the heavens-
The sky, being a rare shade of cerulean blue and
Pale lavender lightly coloring cumulus clouds,
Only at the dawning of each new day
Is the time I feel hopeful and undaunted?
I live within a world that has not been kind to me-
Though at the dawning of another day
Walking through the woodlands I know that I am safe in my solitude,
For that higher being is always looking down upon me
Watching over me, protecting me from all harm?
Voices I hear in the night have callously threatened me but
At the break of the day, I hear the voices of angels
Soothing my troubled soul and gently comforting me while
In my moments of madness I could have lost myself forever.
My spirit is now dancing to the tune of
An aria of peace, sung by those seraphs
Inside of my mind, greeting me
And chasing away the demons that
Had threatened me only the night before-
As those seraphs join a chorus of angels from above
Singing amorous tunes only to console me- if I could
I would climb that phantasmal ladder towards the sky, to escape reality;
Lost inside an instant of madness,
A moment so brief, an encounter with the surreal
Has given me reason to persevere-
Only at dawn, as the sun journeys above the hilltops
Can I hear voices of angels- and I do suppose, and
I only believe that there is hope and tranquility
To be found, in some distant star, illuminating the sky
As the sun rises and as the moon descends beyond the horizon,
I have lost myself inside of a dream that could be heaven
Where I am safe in my solitude, as my thoughts are lost in some other realm-
Within my fondest dream, for them never to be found would be my utmost desire,
Climbing that ladder towards the sky,
Abandoning the threatening voices that wished me harm,
Leaving the nightmares of veracity behind,
As I open my eyes to the dawning and behold that forever rainbow in the sky-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Daily Appetizers
The best way to generate an interest,
With a focus fixed on an enemy.
Is to create one.
With bits that are fed in doses that increase.
Division, chaos and promoted conflicts,
Have proven there are those...
Who are skilled with unquestionable expertise,
In fields to undermine the advantages of peace.
And the best are solicited, hired and paid,
To ensure fear and hatred are daily appetizers.
With many becoming more unafraid,
To go beyond their temptations to nibble and taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effectively Sufficient
They are outraged to learn,
Children are trained to be suicide bombers.
To honor and gain respect.
Although it is perfectly okay and in their interests...
For those who are upset,
To purchase video games that depict maiming human beings.
And toy weapons presented as gifts,
Packaged and wrapped.
To delight with surprise that they've been delivered,
By Santa Claus.
Under a tree decorated with bright colorful lights,
And candy canes.
To celebrate at any cost.
'Your depicted descriptions are not the same.'
But the affects are to condition.
With traditions that create appetites for death.
Either way...
Early indoctrinations seem okay!
And...
Effectively sufficient to maintain those conscious traditions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Po-Optic Truth
Birds fly against a blue clear sky
Air fresh and clean...
Fresh of pollutants.
Faces of people appearing full of light.
A poetry mix with an optical fix
That plays over and over without drifting,
In the minds found misfit.
Judged by those who babble with booze
Lost without attention spans to cross.
Boasting and boosting themselves in garbage.
Where conflicts are enjoyed and mastered!
This po-optic truth...
Is said and seen,
And left behind!
As quickly as grim is washed from hands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aliens
A glass of beer and the smoking of cigarettes!
What is the meaning of your name and,
Where do you come from?
For, you are either black or white around me;
However, whether you like it or not,
There are illegal people all over the world today in every country.
We are all aliens in this world and,
I am only here in your land because of your love;
But, the words of my parents will always guide me on.
Campus life,
My love to you is like Disneyland!
But, the rain came and i was lost on my way;
However, i will always remember your muse.
Cottage grove,
Coconut grove,
And like the sun's rays through these green leaves;
For the wind of Autumn is now around me,
And, the streets are now empty.
Aliens on this earth,
There are illegal people all over the world today in every country!
And like a cup of coffee with sugar and milk;
But, i am in this small village to think of my life.
Aliens everywhere! !
With a cap on my head and a cup of tea beside me;
But think about it and be very wise!
For, we are all aliens on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mystified
Written by lindsey buckingham and christine mcvie.
Oh...
Pretty baby
This feeling I just cant hide
You got me mystified
Oh...
Pretty darling
This feeling is deep inside
You got me mystified
The light that shines around you
It blinds my eyes
Theres a magic surrounds you
Tell me where your secret lies
Oh...
Pretty darling
This feeling is deep inside
You got me mystified
Oh...
Pretty baby
This feeling I just cant hide
You got me mystified
You got me mystified
Mystified
Mystified
Mystified
Mystified
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Whenever It Decides the Moment to Arrive
It may appear,
That another's suffering and pain...
Is theirs alone to endure.
It may appear like that,
To those viewing it...
From distances believed,
Protected and safe as they sit!
And it may take years,
For what on the 'outside' to come,
And appear before those with indifferences.
But it comes unexpectedly.
Without warning.
Announcements.
Or an acceptance proclaimed with cheers.
Leaving those with indifferences regretting.
But inflicted with a grief,
That offers to them no relief.
Or a quick sedation to assist the speed of forgetting.
When a pain comes to maintain a sustained visit...
It comes,
Whenever it decides the moment to arrive!
Especially to those,
Who are without empathy.
Whether felt or not!
Or chosen to keep hidden inside!
That,
Someday...
Will be addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If aliens visit us, the outcome would be much as when Columbus landed in America, which didn't turn out well for the Native Americans.
quote by Stephen Hawking
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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World War Three
When war broke out
the sky grew dark
the silence gone
the mountains stark
The air glowed red
the armies marched
the front lines died
the land grew parched
When fallout cleared
the sun shone bright
the land was seared
a lonely sight
All life was gone
forever lost
no reason to fight
they paid the cost
-Written at 17
poem by Poet Dragon
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Paid In Full
There are wars that are to be won
And there are wars to be lost
There are lives to be saved
And there are lives to be lost
But mine will come at a higher cost
There are victories that are deserved
And even in those wins, something is lost
There are deaths that are deemed necessary
Despite that, their honor is never lost
But mine will come at a higher cost
There are people that do not agree
And believe that the world is lost
There are others that say it’s saved
Only if the doubt and negativity are lost
But mine will come at a higher cost
There are soldiers that believe in a cause
And believe that American values are not lost
There are my bothers that fight on the line
And there are the brave ones that we have lost
It is those who have paid the higher cost
poem by C.R. Ebowski
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Nature is not merely present, but is implanted within things, distant from none; naught is distant from her except the false, and that which existed never and nowhere — nullity. And while the outer face of things changeth so greatly, there flourisheth the origin of being more intimately within all things than they themselves. The fount of all kinds, Mind, God, Being, One, Truth, Destiny, Reason, Order.
quote by Giordano Bruno
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If aliens ever visit us, I think the outcome would be much as when Christopher Columbus first landed in America, which didn’t turn out very well for the Native Americans.
quote by Stephen Hawking
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Above Sea Level
After ten years,
A myth created ends.
And in the ending of this myth,
Not a shred of evidence...
Can be confirmed that this existed.
But a validation of conflicts,
Continue to afflict above sea level.
To magnify the difference,
Between traditions.
And...
To keep the expense,
Of a meaningless purpose...
Kept deceptively mystified,
And unknown in the doing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Still Some Time Left Before the Dawn!
To those who dare to defy convention...
Shut up!
To those who intent to awaken and shake,
Those in pretentions they can not break.
To those conforming to a higher consciouness...
Shut up!
There are those still asleep,
As they cheat and play roulette with their lives!
Shut up...
They might hear,
Something that stops their addictions!
And the nonsense uncovered in their false traditions.
Shut up...
There is still some time left before the dawn!
And those who know what is going on,
Are trying to get a nap.
A rest before delusions end...
To begin the cracking of those minds that snap!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost
I did not come from a place,
To have my credentials certified.
With proof I qualify to be limited.
To then sit and become upset by this.
And this may be a disappointment,
To those who believe I can be affected that way.
But I have yet to see anything cemented,
That proves restrictions are fixed to stay.
I did not come from a place,
To have my credentials certified.
With proof I qualify to be limited.
To then sob with a weeping because of it.
Limitations and restrictions,
Are for those who follow them.
As conformists accepted collectively.
To discover they have paid the cost,
With the finding of themselves bewildered.
And lost.
In a professed confessed unity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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