Anti-Social
It is nearly impossible not to notice,
An advocating with support...
That seems to feed the initiating,
Of today's craze.
There is an outrageousness about it,
As if an epidemic is being permitted to spread.
And those wishing to distance themselves,
Are looked upon as being anti-social.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today, there is a drug and alcohol abuse epidemic in this country. And no one is safe from it-not you, not me and certainly not our children, because this epidemic has their names written on it.
quote by Nancy Davis Reagan
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Call This Whatever You Wish
Call this anti-social.
Call it whatever you believe it is!
But I had awakened one day,
Knowing I was through with nonsense.
And those who participated...
In the distribution of foolishness.
While the quality of life...
And the standards of it diminished.
As those immature around me age,
Condoning it as if it should exist!
Call it whatever you will.
Call this whatever you wish.
Call me anti-social, please!
If a clue I leave...
Says anything about my involvement.
And my need to protect my peace and happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Say That Again?
Hey...
Back up!
You are good to suggest,
I am in it for the ego.
That I need that massaged...
To gain a barrage of adulation.
Do you realize how long I've been doing this?
Getting angry looks with frowning lips.
Wishing to assist others with their gifts.
And this has not given me...
An expanded ego to lift.
Folks talk good game about unity.
And how others should support each other,
With their diversity.
But all I've been given is their indignities.
And how they believe...
Receiving such disrespect,
I'm finding it relieves...
The masochistic side of my personality.
Or this accomodates a deep self depravation...
Only when shown,
They then can appreciate!
For gossip purposes...
To spread to say they saw me grieve.
I do not feed on self loathing.
Hey...
Back up!
You are good to suggest,
I am in it for the ego.
That I need that massaged...
To gain a barrage of adulation.
Who in their right mind,
Would put up with such aggravation?
Unless, of course...
They feed on remorse!
'Say that again? '
Unless, of course...
They feed on remorse!
'No...
That part about being in your right mind!
Maybe that is what you should have examined!
Why continue to beat your head against the wall...
If you know no one cares you inflict your own pain!
Have you attempted another approach,
So the folks wont believe you're insane?
Or leave them alone and maintain your peaceful gains? '
What are you saying?
'I have never seen a camel,
Complain of being dehydrated.
Or wishing to have a thirst quenched! '
That makes no sense.
'My point,
Exactly! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got to Notice...
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You may regret.Someone you've met.
Then get upset.
When they just turn, and walk away!
That's how it is today.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate with such rage....displayed.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You'll be hated anyway...
Today.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Each and every day.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
Snap or pop your fingers,
As you hip hop down the streets.
Today!
People display such a craze!
And it seems to be 'okay',
This way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Have You Not Written Anything About the Jews?
Why have you not written anything about the Jews?
'Nothing about them motivates me to do so.'
They may regard that as anti-semitic.
'Have I expressed any hostilities? '
No!
'Any sense of discrimination? '
No!
'Have I expressed anything against them...
As a religious, ethnic or racial group? '
No!
Not at all.
Well...
They may regard that as anti-semitic.
Your nonchalance about their existence.
'Oh, please!
As a black man,
There is enough in my history for me to cry 'wolf'.
And use that as a means to scream 'discrimination'.
And they are good depicting themselves as victims,
Without the assistance of my input!
With the use of the media,
They have marketed their sufferings very well.
And everyone knows the black 'man' is the most hated,
On this planet.
And you don't think those comments,
Would be regarded as anti-semitic?
'I 'think' you are insisting an anti-semiticness.
For reasons to satisfy a campaign you'd like to address.
When everywhere there is a genocide affecting the lives,
Of black folks who have been denied their rights.
Those who have chosen to keep their eyes open,
Can see that.
With resources stolen from their lands...
To benefit the lives of those who choose
To call themselves white.
Or those who choose to comfortably pass.
So,
I am in no mood to be anti-semitic.
Nor to be baited to debate in ignorance with you.'
Humanity is being destroyed by those insecure.
And you have no comments about that?
'Is this how you go about initiating conflict? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Civil Unrest
The next steps...
Will it be civil unrest?
As the reality of their ancestry...
Brings out the beast in them.
And at its evil best!
As history repeats...
How empires are defeated!
For centuries they chose to feed on lies.
Using the threat of enemies,
As an excuse to express an inferiority...
That kept them in chaos,
Tantrums and childish fits!
And around the world,
Despised by the growth of it!
Criticizing their tactics,
Now are their allies...
Who have grown tired of their tricks.
And those who would not believe,
The depth of their deceit...
Sit seething,
Huffing and puffing...
In deep breaths breathing.
Seeing themselves as pawns,
And baited victims,
Of an economic mess...
No one is willing to fix!
Or express one regret.
Not in the support,
Of the continuance...
Of such disasterous conflicts,
Their ignorance permitted...
An elected leadership to exist!
And this depression,
Will be their last and final lesson.
With all suffering a mental suppression.
That promises to craze them into raging bits!
'Grandpa...
Could you read me another fairytale?
That one was kinda scary! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Homebase
People do make decisions to leave a comfort zone,
Wilfully...
To seek opportunities elsewhere,
With a doing of this regretfully, sometimes.
And there are those who feel less comforted,
By a showing of a lack of support...
Within their own homebase.
Unable to create their opportunities,
Without feeling to be chased away.
Knowing to maneuver around this truth,
Is too much to convince others to prove.
So they leave happily with this acknowledged...
A growth that explores life,
Is much more important to experience...
Than withnessing a tired stagnation permitted to exist.
While others sit with no ambition,
Advocating the acceptance of this.
Now...
To return with a learning process to share,
With others prepared to become aware...
Is a different story.
Since one's tolerance level has broadened,
To be or not to be involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included.
Incredible Enough
Everybody wants to know,
Why...
Things today,
Seem incredibly impossible.
And incredible enough,
There are those wanting to know...
Where to go,
To unload their pain.
So many disbelieve,
There are reasons that connect...
To everything unfolding,
If they just inspected.
But everything that clearly begins,
Many do not accept.
Many choose to ignore what 'is'...
Wishing something better for them comes next.
Everybody wants to know,
Why...
Things today,
Seem incredibly impossible.
And incredible enough,
There are those wanting to know...
Where to go,
To unload their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing long live the butterflys
Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly
poem by Fading Heart
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Souvenir
Today I returned
From distance's
That cannot be traveled
Today I have
A souvenier
It is a day like no other
Comes only a few times
In a year
Gone is my dead
And haunting past
Today I have
A Souvenier
It is to tiny
To be held in a hand
Powerful in liberating
From Solidity
To Support my gracious
Joy
poem by Howard Johnson
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A Diminished Quality Of Life
More will abandon those issues,
Said to be unjust.
By those outspoken,
To focus attention brought upon them.
Than they will to show support,
To the ones advocating rights of others...
Not to have them abdicated.
With a holding onto them to leave untouched.
'Why? '
For whatever the reason,
It is clear there are those who fear...
Losing their association,
With those who affiliate themselves...
As conformists to what they hold dear.
Even though a diminished quality of life is near.
'Maybe...
'If' no one says anything,
Concerning this downward swing...
It will be noticed many are suffering.
And they will then 'eventually',
Show to all...
There has been a misunderstanding,
In the guidance of their compassion.'
Yeah.
You are right.
There is nothing that I notice most,
Than a mouth that is kept closed.
And...
A presence that remains invisible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am a Korean War veteran. I support our troops as much as anyone in this body, but I do so by advocating redeployment out of Iraq as soon as it can be safely done.
quote by John Conyers
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Diminishing In Support And Interest
The business of greed,
Has disguised the starting of wars...
As missions to save humanity.
Such conflicts of hunger and homelessness exist,
Without threats associated to the terrorists.
And exposes those deeds achieved by the hypocrites...
That leaves the business of greed,
A clarifying representation of those using deceit.
With increased opportunities to feed their evils.
And advocating the belief a victory sought...
Will bring a people collectively to their feet to cheer.
Although these acts are diminishing in support and interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The peoples of Asia, Africa, and Latin America have common interest and are in the position to support each other in their anti-imperialist and anti-U.S. struggle. As long as Africa and Latin America are not free.
quote by Kim Il Sung
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The craze
When we dream,
And in that dream,
Wish for the dreamt,
It seems so true.
When we make a wish,
And that wish turns real,
It makes us feel bright,
For our wishes got fulfilled.
And when your heartiest desire,
Remain still distance and untrue,
It pains and hurt,
Then that dream remain only to be dream.
And when that dream comes to you,
After the craze for it die out,
Than that craze for the dream,
And the dream appears untrue.
22/03/09
poem by Winnie Angel
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Impossible
If they had ever told me how sweet a kiss could be
I would have said impossible, impossible for me
And if they said Id find you beyond the rainbows end
I would have said impossible, impossible, my friend
To dream about what might have been
Is strange enough for me
But now it seems Im living in
A dream too beautiful to be
If they had said a moonbeam could calm a stormy sea
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
song performed by by Nat King Cole, music by Steve Allen, lyrics by Steve Allen (1956)
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Talking To The Moon.
Here it goes every day every night when the moon is shinning the whole earth
The whole darkness of the world with its night
wishing she is like the moon shines the darkness of others' heart
Wishing that she is the candle of hope and strength of their souls
But every once and while she has to stand up for her self
To charge herself with the strength to go on
Forgetting the distance.. Forgetting the '' memorial '' of the distance
Trying to reach his soul by gazing up into it
Trying to reach what he feels by talking to the moon
Wishing they are in the very same page
Because the moon is the only way to herself to feel secure
To feel him around her..
To listen to his heart's beats.. to feel his arms around her
How much distance is cruel and how much the moon is a healer of the pain
How long every night she spends hours and hours trying to find enough words to tell him how much he is loved by her
How much he is missed … how much she wishes that he is talking to the moon far across the distance
Because it is the only thing that reunion their heart
poem by Sama AlNaber
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend
But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again
poem by Dylan Burkhart
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Drawn To Death
Her demeanor can be ever so bleak
As her fascination with death overwhelms
Her heart as hardened as the grave stones she visits
Grey days and muted tones-her aura
The less is more people-her religion
Anti-social of anti social
Obsessions of suffocation she cannot deny
Her soon to be victims-a forewarning
Fortune teller beware
As her agenda's are hidden
The night-her best friend
Visits her frequently
Her profession: Hired Assasin
Done without thought or twinge of conscience
The mob keeps her in designer ware
And a hidden lush home on the side
Not a Surprise!
She's about to strike again
So cock sure of herself
So sure her reality is covered
Winter comes calling
This will be her last one free
For this time the hit is on her
They're waiting...
poem by Theodora Onken
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