Based In Demonic Ways
If you are not playing sports...
Get out.
If you are not attending school,
On a scholarship.
Get out.
Visit but do not stay.
Those who give...
Are the least respected.
And that is projected in the atmosphere.
The people sit in dens of sins and wickedness.
And those in control,
Have done their best...
To protect the wishes of their ancestors.
Those who lie, cheated and stoled!
If you are young...
Have fun!
And get out.
Those too old in their minds...
Have been confined!
A sniffing dog will not find life lived wholesomely!
Not within the boundaries.
Not from these folks.
With traditions based in demonic ways!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limitations of Tranquility
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Share it with those in need.
Especially those who feed on myths.
Trying their best to fit in...
A history they affix to a reality
That has been tricked and rewritten!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Some people can not accept,
Their ancestors were thieves and heathens.
Who worshipped their sins in dens of evil.
And now they pay for these medieval deeds!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
It is shown they have an absence of this.
Their entire existence has them betwixt...
Having an intelligence that sits
Within borders of treason!
They can not reason.
They accept others outside of their barricades,
As odd and below façades they've made.
They have no idea,
They bring fear amongst themselves!
To endear conflict they instill to thrive to prosper.
And deluded with limitations of tranquility.
That has weakened a peace...
From those they spend in frustrations to conquer.
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
They do not know it.
This has never to them been shown!
They are descendents of war!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged Up and Prescribed Medicated Existences Limited
If folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
People finding slots to lock,
Names and tags on one another...
Have done themselves the injustice.
And grounded, they are, in cemented ignorance.
Trying to find themselves in religions,
Where those 'church' addicted commit most the sins.
Is a programming of the mind that's done.
To have those in need be controlled by someone.
And me,
My life will be loved.
Independently to breathe as it was given to me.
And if another human being wishes to hug me with love,
They will get that received.
Just how it was given to me.
But I do have my preferences.
If you get my drift!
So if folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
I do not spend my time,
With folks seeking to find a hole
To bury their brains including their minds.
Is there anything else folks can do?
Than to entertain their empty lives,
With who screwing and doing 'who'.
This is all so immature and foolish.
I'm going to live my life as the gift it is.
And leave those who are self righteous about theirs,
To their own drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited.
'I bet you can't say that five times fast? '
What? 'drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited'?
You're right!
I had trouble saying it 'that' time and the first as slow as possible.
I am the author.
So...
I don't have to say it at all.
It's written and for that purpose intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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School Photos from the Past
They loved the school activities
Took part and did it well
When you see old school photos
Instantly you can tell
Sports were top on their list
Of accomplishments to make
They had to keep their grades up
If sports they were to take
Don’t you love the pictures?
Though faded now with time
Young folks worked together
Created friendships that would bind
Memories are so precious here
That will forever last
So fun it is to view and enjoy
School photos from the past!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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You Have Lived
You have lived such a gentle life upon this earth
that I am stunned by your sight.
If I could give but a token of the love you have,
then I might not be this lonely tonight.
Let them have their smug and their cool, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
Oh, there are so few brave one's like you. Need I explain?
Never wondering what to do, what to venture, what to gain.
And, you have loved, in a total way, from flesh to soul.
You speak, without coy without pose.
Your eyes can see that the emperor has lost his clothes.
And what's more, you'll tell the whole world what he stole.
Let them have their fad and their fix, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
song performed by by Don McLean
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Benefit of Their Neglect
Some folks don't recognize a good thing
Even when they have it!
They will take it for granted.
Thinking it came to them easy...
So more has to be out there for the asking!
Until it becomes understood,
Their intentions to turn what is good...
Into something not so tasty!
They become deluded within themselves.
But delusions are what they are!
Based on fantasy.
And some folks have fantasized themselves,
Right out of the mix!
To secure something or someone that belongs...
It has to be appreciated.
It has to become a respected part of one's life!
When that appreciation goes?
So too a peace of mind one thought came,
And would stay at the benefit of their neglect!
Many do no get this!
And that is why 'that' which was theirs isn't there,
To be shared!
It has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Beware of Porn!
The unnatural ways, some use body parts
Appears they’re but part of fiendish arts
Of people’s minds which are fully obsessed,
And souls and bodies by devils possessed.
They seem like satan’s followers on earth
Practicing demoniac rites since their birth;
Desecrating the beauty of all things,
Profaning everything good that life brings.
With minds gone awry beyond all limits,
Reveling in internet global hits,
Corrupting minds and hearts to sins galore,
Making each person turn into a whore!
God save all souls from devils on rampage,
And vices, sins of web-based modern age!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2009
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Two Ways To Play
Somethin' crossed my mind again
You were in my eyes
It was somewhere out by Bombay
And I'm tellin' all those lies
I've been there and you've been there
And there ain't no mistake
We could take it anyway
But the one thing we can't fake
There's just two ways to play
Just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
And I'm gonna play it right, this time
Yeah
There's always the easy numbers
There's those hard ways too
There's those cheaters blunders
It's either one of two
But fortune telling's mezmorizing
In the game of chance
But rollin' dice ain't sympathizing
When you play romance
There's just two ways to play
Just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
I can't control the numbers
I can't control your sexy ways
I can't control my inner thunder
It makes me want????????
Two ways to play
There's Just two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
I'm gonna play it right this time
There's two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
Two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Protection
We don't need protection from terrorists anymore.
What we protection from is never-ending war.
Protect us from the propaganda.
Proect us from the lies.
Protect us from the legislation
set up to tyrannize.
Protect us from the vaccines
that cause more harm than good.
Protect us from the violence
that comes from Hollywood.
Protect us from injustice
emanating from the courts.
Protect our kids from drug enhancements
while they're playing sports.
Protect us from illegals taking all our jobs.
Protect us from the gangs and all the angry mobs.
Protect us from the wealthy who never have enough.
The terrorists are not coming.
It's time to call their bluff.
We don't need protection from terrorists anymore.
What we need protection from is right within our shore.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Status Quo Ante
Diversity...
Is a rehearsal of intentions,
Practice within boundaries...
Of protected traditions.
To insure the status quo ante,
Is represented in ways not to offend
Values non existing although referenced...
When making comparisons to uphold quotas!
And keeping the 1800's fresh...
Although outdated to keep a way of life 'alive'
With a dieing progress...
That seeks to control and re-invent change!
In attempts to prevent a constant evolution.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Necessities To Please
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
They try to find it through preferences of sex.
Even purchases of 'things'
To hide their perplexed minds
Behind something another might view,
As a status symbol to preview!
To allow excuses and alibis to sneak through.
Allegations of who is and who is not straight today...
Seems so unimportant and quite blasé!
Molestations are taking place,
In more sanctuaries sacred...
Where more than symbolism is displayed.
The bold and naked seems to be a must,
Folks are lusting.
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
With a worship for more greed,
And necessities to please the eyes of others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Young New Mexican Puppeteer
In a town near albequerqe
Lived a most concerned young boy
He said lately I have noticed
Folks dont live with peace and joy
With frowns and worry on their faces
Theyre lost and dont know where to go
He said Ill get the people straightened
By putting on a puppet show
The young new mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe theyd listen to
A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young new mexican puppeteer
First he carved out young abe lincoln
Abe will teach em civil rights
Then a king named martin luther
So theyd recall his peacefull fight
Old mark twain, his wit and wisdom
Will surely show them life is fun
But he smiled with satisfaction
When the prince of peace was done
The young new mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe theyd listen to
A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young new mexican puppeteer
Now his puppet shows were clever
And he made the people laugh
When he got across the message
To walk along lifes open path
They built him his own puppet theatre
Decked out with spotlights yellow and red
And then they wrote him up in all the papers
And this is what the story said
It said...
The young new mexican puppeteer
He saw the people all lived in fear
He thought that maybe they would listen to
A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood
He did some carving and he was good
And folks came running so they could hear
The young new mexican puppeteer
[repeat]
song performed by by Tom Jones
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When I Was A Child
when I was a child
so very small
so very young
so very long ago
I had a few
very small wishes
I wanted to
leave this world
a little better
than I found it
I wanted to
be less sinning
than I was
sinned against
I wanted to
give God a good
life witness
from my heart
I wanted to help
people not realizing
many wanted to help
themselves unjustly
very small wishes
so easy to perceive
in innocent childhood years
so hard to lifetime complete
I am glad I kept
my innocence
much longer
than most children
growing up today
I am glad I lived
in an age of values
less are proud to affirm
I am glad truth
was born in my heart
for it is truly better
to give than to receive
I am glad and I smile
because it is to some uncool
but I am still in many ways
that simple childish fool.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dancin In My Mind
Verse1:
Feelings carry away with me
Till I tremble no more
Music makes lovers of all of us
Out on the floor
Oh, I dont know you too well
And we dont have much time
But whenever you cross my mind
Chorus:
Well be dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
Verse2:
I wish I had many lives
At least more than this one
Then I could deeply feel and learn
To love everyone
No, I just cant up and leave
Everything behind
But still you have touched my life
Chorus:
And Ill be dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
You feel lovely
Youre just what I need right now
Do do doo da doo
Chorus:
Dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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With This Kind of Mindset
If it was not for war...
Those with this kind of mindset,
Would find no reason to live.
Without offending others,
With their insecurities...
And need to spark conflicts.
What other purpose would they have?
What other pupose would they find...
To give for lives ungrateful.
With nothing else on their minds positive!
Their existence is based upon destroying peace.
Convincing themselves what others have,
Is for them to take and release.
Decresing the rights of others.
And call them enemies,
On lands they invade.
With campaigns...
They have come to protect and save.
But from who and from what?
To prove they can destruct?
These war games played today...
Are recruiting few supporters,
Who realize their wishes to live in peace...
They no longer desire to trade,
For heartbreak and suffering that never goes away.
Only to discover they have been betrayed?
Just to witness a few profit from their sorrows?
Those with a degraded consciousness...
On time borrowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ash-Wednesday ‘07!
By stroke of twelve,
’Tis Ash-Wednesday:
Lent has begun this year!
Heralded by Fasting, Abstinence
Till Easter-Sunday comes.
Give up meat;
Give up milk;
Give up fat;
Give up wine;
Just give up anything
Dear to your palate.
But most of all:
Give up your sinful ways
And pray,
Making amends;
Reconcile with God.
For,
The Road to Heaven seems to get
Narrower, day by day!
Control your appetite
Control your desires;
Control your excesses;
Control your body’s needs;
Control your mind and heart;
Declare your sins forgotten to God;
Gain His forgiveness.
Cleanse your thoughts
Purify your soul
And walk again with Jesus
Fixing your gaze upon heaven
For,
That’s where we all belong!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-20-2007
poem by John Celes
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Forever Young
(b. dylan)
May God bless
And keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb every road
And may you stay forever young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the light surrounding you
May you always be gracious
Stand upright and be strong
And may you stay
Stay forever young
Forever young
Forever young
May you stay forever young
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
With the winds changing shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay
Forever young
Forever young
Stay forever young
Stay forever young
Stay
Stay forever young
Forever young
Forever young
Stay forever young
song performed by by Diana Ross
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People Who are Ignorant
People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive and crazed.
People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit and decadence has been their main appetite.
People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise and them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are and can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.
However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Style of Delivery
Attacking one's style of delivery,
And refusing to acknowledge the substance implied...
For purposes to keep mentalities sugarized.
Allows an atmosphere to remain cut pasted and safe.
To continue a pledge of devotion,
Increasingly devoid of progress.
And of faith!
While keeping the people fast asleep.
With wishes not to be disturbed...
By a blatant theft of their consciousness,
From them pilfered by deception reeked!
To leave them undeterred.
And...
With minds voluntarily sold that truth produces,
An evilness identified that should not be induced.
But the goal that should be idolized,
Is the gold that should stay fixed...
In their clouded and dulled eyes.
And from them a significance,
Of life lived must be erased.
To adjust as their standards,
And way of life slowly is replaced.
With a drugging of acceptance,
Done!
In their collective distraught faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rapping Fool
I was sitting here with not a thing to do
So I wrote this story just for you.
Walking to school with my head held down
Listening to my mp playing the hip hop sound.
(FOR A GUY) Checking out these fine young ladies
Just one look and they drove me crazy.
(FOR A GIRL) checking out these fine young men
They looked like they was heaven sent.
I got to school and security was there
They said dmz was here.
He was telling us to stay in school
Cause you don’t want to play the fool.
If you want to be something in life
Then you better think twice.
Then he asked: if this happened to you
What do you think you would do?
What do you do when you have a woman
Who gives you so many excuses, so many lies
Tearing up friendships, breaking all ties.
she said she loved me and that was her plan
To use me to get to another man.
I told her:
I poured out my heart to you
to show your sincerity- you did the same thing too.
How easy it is for you to tell these lies
In that you can’t deny.
You would do anything to achieve that goal
To the devil “ would you sell your soul.”?
These things happen to us all
Even the rich and famous- we do fall.
Stay in school and make a life with someone
That you truly love
and thank the lord from above.
Not all of us can get into the music world
And it’s not a life for a young boy or girl
Your life you will live out of a suitcase
And your family will never get to see your face.
Rappers have a short musical span
So they try to get all they can.
For my age, I still rock
Gotten so good I stopped the clock.
They say I’m a rapping fool
For my age I’m pretty cool.
Now I could rap with the best
I just have to write it down
And I’ll pass the test.
DON’T BE A FOOL- STAY IN SCHOOL
poem by Louis Rams
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